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Ale and Dares ~ Floki x reader

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Word count: 2,047

Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity, gets pretty steamy

Summary: After a few cups of ale Ragnar dares his childhood friend to do make one of his friends moan.

A/N: Early seasons!Floki x reader; This is a lot steamier than what I usually write so I’m not quite sure how good it turned out. I’d love to hear your feedback!

Growing up beside Ragnar and Rollo was adventurous and full of reckless and stupid decisions, but going through all those dangers together made us grow and stick together. Even now years after our childhood we were still close friends. I couldn’t remember a time I didn’t spend my free hours with them and Floki, Torstein and all the others of their new found crew. Not once did I feel singled out for being the only woman in our group of friends. They were like brothers to me. Well, mostly.

Today was just another evening of us sitting together around the fire in the great hall, drinking, laughing and telling stories of the gods and past raids to England that I hadn’t attended. A few hours of stories and a few jugs of ale later, both Ragnar and Rollo had enough to drink for their share. Ragnar more so than his older brother.

Suddenly Ragnar turned to me and asked out of the blue: “So, is it true that you never had sex before?” This made everyone shut up and look at him shocked in an instant. “Ragnar”, Rollo chided his brother, but he was completely ignored by the young Earl. My reddening face must’ve been answer enough for him.

Turning to his older sibling Ragnar laughed and said: “I bet she’s too scared to.” Then his eyes lit up at a sudden idea he had. “Or, or maybe she doesn’t know how to.” This thought made him howl with laughter. The others all chuckled slightly embarrassed for our friend’s behaviour.

Although I knew Ragnar didn’t mean those words and that he only said them because he was drunk out of his mind, they stung. And I knew better, I knew that I should just ignore him and his words. But as a result of the rather large amount of alcohol in my system I just couldn’t shut up. “No, I’m not and I do know how it works. I’m not a child anymore.”

Ragnar smiled at the fact that I quipped up and I had the feeling that I played right into his hands, that I did exactly what he had hopped for. The uncertainty of what was to come made me queasy and I already regretted having spoken up.

The crackling of the fire filled the short silence as everyone eyed Ragnar. Suspension filled the air, as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and turned to look straight into my eyes. His piercing blued orbs held my gaze prisoner and without even noticing, I held my breath.

A somewhat cruel smirk made it’s way onto his face. “Well, then I dare you to make one of us moan”, he challenged me. I could hear the shocked intakes of air in the dead silence that followed that statement.

Rollo carefully laid his hand on my shoulder as he emphasized: “You don’t have to do this. Just ignore him. My brother has had to much to drink.”

Without breaking eye contact with Ragnar I forcefully set down my wooden cup of ale and answered Ragnar: “Oh, I will!”

I was way too competitive to say no to a dare and the brothers both knew that.

Without hesitation or contemplation I stood up and walked straight over to Floki, who was sitting on a wooden stool next to the fire pit, a cup in his hands. I could feel everyone’s eyes follow me. I took Floki’s cup, setting it aside, and gathering my skirt I sat my self down on his lap, so I was facing him. The surprise was evident on his face. His hands were hovering in the air, unsure of the situation, unsure of whether it was fine to touch me.

Internally rolling my eyes, I took his hands and guided them to my waist. I knew all to well he usually wasn’t this nervous when it came to physical contact with women. I had seen it with my own two eyes. This should be no different to him.

Taking his face into my hands, I started kissing him roughly. At first he didn’t react but only a few seconds later he started to kiss back. Floki’s hands started to travel up and down my sides as I started to move my hips in circles. The boat builder was completely lost in the kiss.

I could feel his erection through the multiple layers of clothes separating us, which made me smile into our kiss. Slowly I dropped one of my hands from his face trailing it down his chest. His breathing quickened in expectation. Then I palmed his hard on through his trousers. A throaty moan escaped his lips immediately.

Breaking of the kiss, I stood up, looking at Ragnar with a smirk. “See, don’t underestimate me.” All of the men laughed out loud except for our Earl. I could even hear Floki’s breathless giggles in the mix.

The rest of the evening went by as usual without any other unusual occurrences. Our little group continued drinking and laughing at old stories.

A few hours later, the rest of Kattegat had already long gone to sleep. “I think I should go home”, I murmured tiredly. Standing up wasn’t as easy as I remembered it to be and I swayed and staggered as  I did so. Slowly making my way around the group I kissed each of them goodbye one the cheek. That’s how drunk I was.

Floki stood up next to me, gently grabbing my arm as I started to sway dangerously again. “I think I’ll go as well. Someone has to make sure she gets home”, he assured Rollo and Ragnar.

We walked home in silence both caught up in our own thoughts. It was a beautiful and quiet night. The stars littering the sky glittering like precious stones. The long walk to my house and the cold air on my cheeks had sobered me up considerably.

Having reached my home, we stood awkwardly in front of it. Neither one of us knowing what to say. After a few seconds of silence, Floki turned to walk away. Gathering all of my courage in my only slightly drunken state, I nervously stammered. “Don’t...”, he stopped in his steps and I took a deep unsure breath, “Don’t you want to come in for a little bit?”  Turning back around to face me, Floki’s expression softened as he saw my hopeful eyes. “Sure.”

He followed me inside, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of where to go and what to do. After closing the simple, wooden door behind us, I dropped the furs that had protected me from the cold onto a wooden bench.

Then I walked right past him to the curtain which was separating my bed from the rest of the house. I was nervous, but I knew I wanted to do this, especially after what had happened earlier that evening. My back was facing the handsome man standing still beside my fire place. I was very aware of his eyes observing every single one of my moves.

The air was filled with suspense.

Slowly I undid the lacing in the back of my dress. Floki’s breath noticeably hitched, like he was surprised and hadn’t expected this. The fabric of my dark dress gradually slid from my shoulders exposing inch after inch of bare skin. The stark contrast between the paleness of my complexion and the black lines covering one of my shoulders and leading down my side was only further illuminated by the flickering light of the fire. Tattoos that no one, but me, had ever seen before.

The coolness of the air made the hairs on my back stand up. I felt vulnerable standing here like this in front of Floki, but there was no one I would rather do this with than him, I was sure of that. There was no one else for me.

When my dress hit the floor exposing me completely, the boat builder didn’t move. Looking over my shoulder at him I saw how conflicted he felt in his dark eyes. Torn between what his head told him to do (decline and leave) and what every other inch of his body wanted (to join me). The smouldering look I gave him as I softly whispered, “Come.”, persuaded him in an instant.

Floki removed his axe from his belt, setting both it and the belt aside, before he slowly and cautiously walked over to where I was standing. He stopped right behind me, my back still facing him. Carefully he let his hands glide over my soft skin. His hands were warm and rough from all the hard work building ships for Ragnar.

Floki lovingly peppered kisses all over my shoulder blades. I had never seen him this gentle before. One of his hands left its place on my waist and gently turned my face towards him. Floki’s eyes were warm and filled with tenderness.

At the close proximity that our faces were apart from each other I could admire his kohl rimmed eyes that I had fallen in love with over the years from close up. The black was slightly smudged from the long day he had.

Our lips were only mere centimetres apart and it felt like centuries went by before he finally closed the distance between us, kissing me over my shoulder. My eyelids fluttered shut as soon as his soft lips connected with mine. I had been craving to feel this sensation again since I had completed the dare earlier.

The kiss started out gentle and full of tenderness but soon grew more passionate and rough.

Without breaking our kiss Floki turned me towards him, his hands roughly grabbing onto my waist. I didn’t mind the pain of his grip and actually welcomed it. My hands traveled up is torso until one of them settled in the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to me. The other one was caressing his cheek. I loved the way his beard felt under my smooth and soft fingers.

Floki slowly pushed me backwards, only breaking our kiss to rid himself of his shirt, then quickly reconnecting in our rough kiss. After guiding me down onto the bed, Floki stayed where he was, hovering over me with his body. His eyes were traveling over my exposed skin, acknowledging every curve and dip.

Then his eyes found their way back to mine. “Is it true that you have never been with a man before?”, he inquired softly. His words made me blush and look away shyly. I wasn’t used to being nervous and timid around him. On the other hand I wasn’t used to this situation in anyway. “Y...yes.” This made him smile comfortingly. “Oh don’t be scared, I’ll be gentle”, and with those words he started kissing me passionately again.

The two of us were lying next to each other on my bed, furs pulled up to our waists, looking up at the wooden ceiling. Floki was still panting slightly, one of his hands resting behind his head. After a few seconds of content silence he spoke up. “I knew, you knew how to do it.” His statement made me giggle which in turn made him produce those distinct Floki giggles that I loved to hear.

Succeeding another few moments of lying side by side in silence, Floki turned to lie on his side, making it easier for him to observe me. Now in turn he was nervous, which was uncharacteristic for him, as he took a deep breath. “Did... did you only pick me to have sex with because I was there or...”, he trailed off, after muttering those words.

I turned onto my side as well and took his face into my hands, making him gaze into my eyes. The fear was visible in his eyes. “Oh Floki”, I sighed lovingly, “I love you. I always have.” Those few words falling from my lips made him smile wider than I have ever seen him smile. Then he gave me a quick peck on the lips before pulling me close so I could snuggle up to him. -

That night we feel asleep in each others arms with smiles on our faces.