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Family Chains

A/N-  Full force fluff that i am almost ashamed for writing....almost.

Summary:  Bjorn’s step-daughter has a bad relationship with him, he wants to fix that.

“Father!”

“Daddy!”

    Two pairs of short, chubby legs went running past your legs as you stood next to the table, rocking a younger trouble maker in your arms. 

    Turning on your heel, the door of the cozy home was now fully opened, and there your towering husband stood, crouching down quickly to greet his oldest children with open hugs. he was back, finally, after 6 months of raiding. The elder, a blond-haired boy who looked exactly like his father, named Erik, was the first to pull away from the hug.

“Father! You have to come and see Alva!” 

   A questioning glaze went over Bjorn’s face just before he looked up and noticed you standing at the table. He grinned lightly and stood to his full height, gently rubbing his son’s hair before slowly closing the door behind him and walking towards you. 

   “Y/N? Is it-” He cut himself off when he looked down, seeing quite possibly the smallest baby ever.

   “A little girl, my husband,” You smiled sadly,”She was anxious to get out and meet us all.”

   “I’m sorry I wasn’t- I thought-”

    You shushed him softy, taking a hand out from under the tiny bundle and laying it on the side of your husband’s scarred face.

   “It’s not your fault, Bjorn. She was born a month early, there was no way we could’ve known.”

        A silent, calming moment passed, with you staring gently at your returned husband while he stared down at his newest wonder.

     Of course, good moments like these reminded your of your first husband, whom you had not spoken to in over four years.

    “Mother!” Eira, your and your ex-husband’s only child called from her bedroom, demanding attention.

   An annoyed look betrayed Bjorn’s happiness but he quickly tried to cover it up with the joy of being home with his children again. 

  “Erik, my son. Did you improve in your swordmenship?” His tone changed completely as he turned and looked down at his son who was playfully chatting to his younger sister, Asta, who also had blonde hair. 

    Your young son opened his mouth to reply, but his sister beat him to it,”Father, I got better at shooting with a bow!” she bounced on her toes, “Do you want to see?”

   Bjorn giggled, shaking his head slowly but still with a smile on his face when he noticed how his son’s ire had been raised/

   “Mother!” Eira called once again from the other room, her tone more annoyed now, after waiting. 

    Bjorn looked back at you, but you stopped him before he could walk out the door behind his children, “Here” With clumsy, but strong hands your husband let you place your newest creation in his hands. He held her close, nearly shaking.

    But you stepped away, and went to the bedroom, where your daughter lay. 

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    “I want to go back home.” Your daughter spoke with a sharp tongue, a bit to sharp for her age of 6. But that made her special. Her long, brown hair was just like her father, a king’s. Of course, he was known for his hair. While you were known for your intelligence. 

    “This is your home, Eira.” She rolled her eyes at your words sighing, and turning her head away from you. 

                 You both were sitting outside, with little Alva in you arms, Asta and Erik training with Bjorn, and Eira sitting next to you, against the wooden house’s outer wall. It was a beautiful day,the sun shone brightly as Bjorn jumped from one foot to another, causing an outburst of giggles from his watching children.

   “Eira, I know that you dislike Bjorn bbecause he married me-”

   “It’s not just that mother!” she cried, flipping her head dramatically to look you in the eye,”I want father, my real father to be here! I want him to raise me and teach me how to fight!”

   Your heart beated faster. If only she knew...But you couldn’t contain it anymore, she had to know.

    “Eira, your father, Harald, chose his kingdom and another woman over us. You know this! Bjorn showed me what love is like, Eira. And, maybe, some day you’ll understand what kind of man your real father was. But until that day comes, Bjorn is your real father. He has helped raised you since you were only a toddler.” 

    Eira’s mouth hung open, quickly closing it she gazed down at the grass under her feet.

    “Eira...” You sigh, taking one hand free from the baby in your arms and reaching over to put a supporting one on your silently crying daughter.”I love you Eira. And I want you to know that Bjorn loves you, too. And...well, you father didn’t want us to go, but we had to, he left me- us no choice.”

     As you explained the predicament, you missed the steady gaze and stealthy ear of your husband, who was a hunter by blood. His heart clenched when you stated how King Harald still loved your daughter. 

    Maybe...he would have to get better at filling holes in little girls hearts.

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     Later that night found you sleeping in the same bed as Erik and Asta, while Bjorn moved away to check on a pouting Eira. 

   She looked up at the large man with dark, blue eyes that were red and puffy from crying. 

   Bjorn bent down low, so he was even with her on the small bed. 

“I love you, Eira. Just as i love your mother and all your siblings.” This simple statement had her almost crying again. “And..I want you to know that no matter what happens,” he pulled out an armband, not used for warriors but just for decoration. It was small, but thick, the right size for her thin wrist. “I will always look after you and your mother.”

  She took the gift with shaking hands. Bjorn stood and went to walk away, but a small voice called him back.

   “You..promise?”

He grinned and looked over his shoulder. “Yeah...” Gripping his own armband that Ragnar had given him a long time ago,”I promise.”

Think of Me part 1

.... Warning- a bit NSFW, angst

Y/N loved her husband, really, she did. But sometimes another man slipped into her head.

Ivar. Ivar, her best friend. Ivar, her husband. Ivar, the love of her life. Now just put an 'ex' in front of all of those and you'll have the situation.

Before the whole war with Lagertha, Ivar and Y/N were deeply in love, hardly capable of killing their eyes away from each other. But after avenging Ragnar and Bjorn making a side comment on you being unable to fall pregnant, Ivar refused to speak to you.

He never slept in the same bed.

Never kissed you good night.

Never asked how you were now, since your mother had died recently.

No, not ever. Not until you left.

You left with Bjorn and Halfdan, sailing to the Mediterranean. To most, that was an end to the once obsessive marriage. An end to the late nights of weeping to the gods to solve this problem. An end to hiding away your pregnancy belly...

You later married Bjorn.

He loved you. Sure, he may have not been quite as passionate as Ivar was when you two first got married. But a little love is better then none.

You have birth to a daughter, shortly after arriving in Sicily. She had dark blue eyes and dark hair, of course. It was a mock from the gods, as if they were calling you out for choosing the elder son.

Bjorn was furious when he realized you were pregnant while you were all traveling to the Mediterranean Sea. But still, he supported you.

The girl, who you named Idunna, could not walk. Her legs didn't kick while she came to life. As she got older, you developed braces for her- like Ivar's old ones.

She was just as intelligent as him, though her kindness came form you.

Now, you were on the battlefield. Standing behind your new husband, Bjorn, and his younger brother, Ubbe.

Ivar, with his freezing eyes glared at you, watching your every move. As if he wanted to snatch you away. It was a predator-prey relationship

"And what have you to say, Y/N? Hmmm? "

Bjorn's shoulders tightened under your soft hands as you replied, "I don't like war, Ivar, you know that. "

He nodded softly, but grounded his jaw down, "and?"

"And... I'd rather not have it., " Lagertha looked at you, pleading, "but if it comes to that... I'll be willing to kill you. And Hvitserk... And you, King Harald. "

Everyone agreed, but none worded any kind of acknowledgment. After the argument became worse, and Ivar proceeded to throw water in Ubbe's face, all hope of peace was lost.

Ivar and Lagertha's people moved back, yet you didn't. He was staring again. Gazing so deeply into you that you felt like all the secrets were being ripped out.

"Why did you leave me?" His voice cracked. But you knew Ivar better than anyone else, maybe he was lying. "I know you love me, " He looked back up from the grass with a tempest in his eyes, "I think- at least- that you did"

You sighed, Bjorn calling put from across the field, "I'm not sorry, Ivar. You hurt me, and you have to see that we're not children anymore. You can't just expect me to come running back like a lost puppy"

You wanted to, though. He may had ignored you, but he was mourning too. His brother was dead, killed by Ivar himself.

Both parents of his had been killed, though your mother had just been executed by a foreign king.

"Goodbye, Ivar. " You turned to leave, it the memories came crashing on.

"Y/n" He uttered something else under his breath. Yet your feet kept moving. Tears threatened to overflow as Bjorn wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you on for a hug before rushing to prepare troops.

You and Ivar really loved one another, your first kill was for him. He defended you for years against childhood bullies.

He was your first kiss. You briefly remember his soft lips, the sweetness behind them and his gentle grown when your hand found his hair to tug at.

Your tent was filled with little giggles, Idunna. She was only a baby, and Bjorn only allowed her to come because of your fears. He called you irrational, but you swore to stay off the battle field.

A healer with red hair watched over her, Torvi offered weeks ago, but you kindly offered. Bjorn still looked at her with some lust.

Was this love?

Being second to everyone? Sure, you were Ivar's first for a lot of things. First kiss, first time having sex, first marriage, first kid. Well, he didn't know about the last part.

"Here you are, ma'am" Offering a smile, you readily accepted Idunna from the healer.

"Little Idunna, light of my life." You paced, keeping her giggling, but she would become hungry soon.

It was funny, really how this one child had traveled farther than most people in Kattegat.

"Maybe you know what love is"

To Bjorn you were his second. Second wife, second to father his children, second person who he loved the most.

When you and ivar made love, it was with lust and longing. Those lingering touches lingered just a little bit longer than normal.

Those caresses moved to other parts of the body.

Those impure thoughts and wet dreams became real. The pleasure of feeling him so deep left you limping the day after.

"Wife!" Here he comes, Bjorn.

Bjorn was selfish and stubborn, he left Torvi without her consent, an illegal act to the gods.

You often wondered why, but paid no heed to dig deeper in questions.

He too, was a satisfying lover. He preformed for far longer than what you wanted to. He was barely ready while you were already half asleep.

"Wife!" His blonde hair swing with his overbearing body as he came in the tent. "You must go"

You frowned "Where? Back to Kattegat? "

He nodded.

"But what if you loose this battle I'll be alone in Kattegat when Ivar comes riding in! " You were exasperated.

"Just go, " His hands softly brushed away Idunna's soft-as-dawn hair. "It's for the best"

What you didn't know was he was going to loose this war. Ivar would come for you, and he would be well pleased with his prize.

Before leaving the camp with a few warriors you took a dye and bleached your daughter's hair as light as possible.

Idunna the Boneless would live as Bjorn's child- not Ivar's.