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New place, strange family, and beautiful girl
Warning ⚠️: poor writing, mama taking her clothes off, possible miss spelling (please correct if noticed), language, Sigurd being an asshole
The ragnarssons were in the woods training. "Come on, brother, you can do better than that," Hvitserk said to Sigurd. The others were watching.
Ivar looked around and then noticed a strange figure, "Who's that," he points out. Bjorn and ubbe turn around to see where he is pointing at. Hvitserk and sigurd stopped to do the same.
"Who are you," Bjorn shouts to the figure. The stranger raised their hands, creating a weird glow. The last thing the ragnarssons saw was a flash before darkness overtook.
"Ugh, what the hell was that," Ivar said, waking up with a painful headache. "Would you shut up, I have a massive headache, and I don't need you adding to it," Sigurd said. "Can't you 2 ever stop bickering, " Ubbe said. "He started it," Ivar and Sigurd said, pointing to each other. "It doesn't matter, " Bjorn said. Before either of them could say something, they heard a beautiful voice.
"Hey, do you guys need any help," the ragnarssons turn to see a beautiful woman with ( long/short) blonde hair and a enchanting set of (e/c) eyes wearing strange clothes. "You don't look like you're from around here," she says.
"Y-yeah, do you happen to know where we are," Bjorn says, he didn't know why he stuttered, maybe it was because they're in a strange place or it was because of her goddess like beauty.
"You're in natesville, I'm yn chance, " yn said.
"I'm Bjorn, and these are my brothers, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar," Bjorn said, pointing to each of his brothers. "Do you happen to know where we can stay till we figure things out."
They all stand up, and Ubbe picks up Ivar. " You can stay with me and my family till you get on your feet," yn offers.
"But we're on our feet" Hvitserk says
"It's a figure of speech, " yn say, smiling and giggling a bit. The ragnarssons blush hearing her laugh and seeing her smile. "Fallow me. "
While walking, yn noticed that Ivar wasn't walking on his own. "Is there a reason why you're carrying him?"
"He's a cripple. He can't walk," Sigurd said, smiling as if it's a joke while Ivar looks somewhere else in anger and embarrassment.
"OK, 1. It's alright, maybe I can find a wheelchair in my mom's hoard and 2. Is it some kind of joke to you, what making fun of someone over something they can't control amuses you" yn says full of anger.
"No?," Sigurd replied wondering why she standing up for him while Ivar stares in amazement.
"Then don't, jackass." The other 3 laugh at that.
"OH, shut up, " Sigurd said, making them laugh more.
"What's a wheelchair?," Ivar ask.
"It's something to help you travel, " yn answers. Then she leans into his ear and whispers, "it could also get you to be faster than others," she winks, causing Ivar to smile while the others look at them a bit jealous.
They get to the house seeing a middle-aged woman with a baby in her arms. "Hi mom, hi Hope, " yn says, hugging the woman and kissing the baby on its head.
"Hey, sweetheart, who are they?" The woman ask pointing to the brothers.
"This is Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. Guys, this is my mom, Virginia, and my niece, Hope," yn introduced. "I invited them to stay with us till they get on their feet, they can help dad with his lawn business. And can I look in your stuff, Ivar needs a wheelchair"
"Alright, nice to meet you. You can sleep in the living room or the backyard in the tent," Virginia says.
"Nice to meet you too/thank you ," they said.
They go inside. Yn tells them to wait in the living room while she looks for the wheelchair. While she was gone, an elderly woman entered the living room.
"Customers, I promise your money won't be a waste, " she said while taking off her clothes.
The ragnarssons turn away somewhat traumatized. "Mama, no!!," Virginia shouts, covering up the elderly woman. "Sorry about that, she has altimers, so she's crazy."
"OH shit, did Mama take her shirt off again," a guy said, standing at the door with an old guy next to him.
"Yeah, this is my son, yn's brother, Jimmy, and my husband, yn's father, Bert," Virginia introduced.
"Is it halloween already, nice costumes, " Bert said.
"I think they're some kind of cosplayers," Virginia said.
Yn's enters the room with the wheelchair. "Here you go, Ivar, if you guys need any clothes, you can barrow some of my brothers or dad's, " she says.
Yn introduced the ragnarssons to her father and brother. That night, she also gave the brothers some pillows and blankets. They were thinking the same thing.
What a strange family she has.
Beautiful voice (raising hope x reader x vikings part 2)
Warning ⚠️:poor writing, language
Song
Late in the night, everything was peaceful, and everyone was asleep. Till Hope started crying.
"I got it," yn said. "Hey, would any of you guys know how to play an instrument. "
"I can," Sigurd said, wanting to show off.
"K, here's a guitar and some lyrics, " yn gave him a guitar and some papers. "Start playing."
He did as she said, playing the song (it's above) while she sang. The other ragnarssons sat where they were listening as Hope calmed down and went back to sleep.
They loved the sound of yn's voice as she sang to her niece. And the way she was holding and caring for the baby. So much that they were imagining her with their children.
As soon as Hope was asleep and back in her crib. The brothers went to compliment yn.
"That was beautiful. Where did you learn that song?," Hvitserk ask.
"My mom would sing it to be and my brother," yn replied.
"You have a beautiful voice, " Sigurd said.
"And you have beautiful guitar skills, " yn said. " You guys should get back to sleep. My dad can teach you how to do the job. It's a good thing you're all hot. It'll bring in more clients who are looking for good eye candy while doing a job they don't want to do."
"What's eye candy, " Ubbe ask.
"You know someone who's attractive to look at," yn answered.
"Like you?," Sigurd flirted.
"I guess you could say that," yn answered, blushing a little while the others got jealous.
"Well, goodnight," yn leaves.
"Goodnight, " they said back.
When they she was gone, they started to talk.
"We need to figure this out like howare we going to get home," Bjorn started.
"I'm not quite sure if I want to get home," said Ivar.
"What do you mean, brother?," asked Ubbe.
"I mean, ever since we met yn, I've gained feelings for her," Ivar answered. "The way she spoke for me, the way she laughs, and the way she sings, I know you all feel the same. "
None of them could argue. Especially since yn offered her home to them without even knowing them.
"What are we going to do then?," Hvitserk asked.
What are they going to do?
Raising hope x reader x vikings materiallist
Part 1
Part 2
Edit: i will not create more till each link here has 50 notes
Imagine the house of the dragon x reader x vikings
Reader is the beloved targaryen princess. The youngest daughter of alicent and visary. Everyone's favorite family member is due to her kind heart and open mind. Maybe when she was able to get away from her overprotective and possessive family, she took a peaceful walk in the woods, collecting beautiful flowers. Then she finds the injured ragnarssons and takes them back to her home. Maybe she gives them some of the flowers or some gold and jewelry to welcome them to her home. The family only accepted it because how could say no to their precious little princess (they kept an eye on them, though). Ivar takes notice that she treats him like anyone else (even after knowing he's a cripple), and the fact that she'd wack sigurd upside the head whenever he picks on him (like she did for aemond when their brother and nephews would pick on him). The ragnarssons fall in love with her, especially when she asks to learn more about their gods with a sparkle in her eyes since the first time they spoke about them. We all know the reader's family wouldn't let them marry her (especially alicent), so now there's another war. Who will when in the end? Will the reader marry one of the ragnarssons or one of her brothers or nephews? How would aslaug react to the reader? Will she see her as the daughter she always wanted? Would Ragnar and/or largetha do the same?
A Snowy Army || Ragnarssons x fem!reader
Masterlist ❄
Summary: Making snow angels with Ivar is a whole new experience.
Warnings: none
Word count: 2409
Authors: Bear & Cass
A/N: today’s prompt: Making Snow Angels
Snow danced in the sunlight, a ballet choreographed by the gentle wind. As he watched, Ubbe's eyes widened, as wide as his younger brothers' when they saw the street had turned into a new page, ready for their playful feet and mittened hands. "Y/N?" Ubbe called your name, casting a glance through a chamber warmed by the crackling fire in the fireplace.
While carrying a few logs of wood to the fireplace to ensure everyone stays warm, you gasped in surprise upon hearing your name. "Yes, Ubbe?”
"Don't you think it's lovely outside?" Ubbe chimed in.
His words were met with Ivar's snorting. "Yeah, what beautiful weather, with cold wind and tons of snow."
"It's beautiful indeed, but it's a shame that such beautiful weather is accompanied by such a coldness," you replied softly.
Ivar clapped his hands and pointed to you, exclaiming, "See what I mean? Even a thrall understands that winter is dreadful. And mother claims that all the thralls are stupid."
Hvitserk had now joined the conversation he had overheard while napping by the fireplace. "Ivar, stop being a jerk to Y/N and behave."
You waved your hand and shrugged, "I'm used to it, no worries," you said. "Hvitserk? Do you need anything?”
"No, Y/N, but thank you for asking," Hvitserk replied, closing his eyes again in an attempt to fall back asleep.
Ubbe suggested, "Can we go outside for some fresh air?"
As Sigurd entered the Great Hall, his loud voice echoed from the walls, "I'm in. The snow is so fluffy, and it's not that cold outside."
As you glanced at Ubbe and others, you smiled but still wrapped fur around Hvitserk to make sure he wouldn't get cold. "Shall I bring your furs?”
"I have mine," Sigurd said, pointing to the thick fur he wore.
"I'll get mine, though. I believe we should give Hvitserk some rest for he had a rough night," Ubbe responded with a nod of his head.
"Bring me mine, thrall," Ivar said. "Did you forget I'm a cripple?"
"Ivar!” Ubbe yelled at his younger brother, this time being out of patience with his rude behavior.
As you bowed your head, you headed to bring Ivar's fur to avoid aggravating him further.
Ubbe approached Ivar, who was sitting by the table, sipping his herbal drink, and smacked the back of the younger man's head.
"Hey! What was that for?!" Ivar looked at his older brother, an unhappy grimace on his lips.
"What did I say about treating our thralls well?"
Ivar's fur was quickly found and returned to him by you. "Would you like me to help you put it on?”
After being chastised by his older brother, Ivar gave you a look and nodded, "Yes, please." He emphasized the last word to demonstrate to Ubbe that he understood his older brother's message.
Ubbe gave you a gentle smile and asked you to assist Ivar while he and Sigurd waited outside.
By softly nodding, you helped Ivar. You put the fur around his shoulders and then ensured it wouldn't slip off by wrapping it around him. "Here you go. Now you won't get cold."
"Thank you," Ivar whispered quietly after ensuring that none of his brothers were present, so they wouldn't mock him for being so polite; it was the side of himself he tried his hardest to hide from the world.
As you walked away to take care of your other duties, you said, "You're welcome."
You were just a thrall, no matter how much you wanted to join the brothers.
Ivar inquired, out of the blue, "Maybe you want to join us?"
Your eyes widened as you stared at Ivar.
Did he really invite you to join? You? Out of all the people.
"I would love to, but I'm not sure if I can."
"Why? I'm inviting you right now. Are you going to refuse my offer?"
"N-No. I wouldn't dare," you whispered.
As Ivar carefully sat on the floor and crawled toward the door, he said, "Follow me then and stop whining."
As soon as you found the fur you owned, you wrapped it around yourself before following Ivar.
Before leaving the Great Hall, Ivar put on his gloves to protect his hands from the cold of the frozen ground.
It wasn't long before Ubbe and Sigurd were joined by you and Ivar.
Ivar scoffed as he watched his older brothers fight with snowballs.
When you looked at Ivar, you asked, "You... You think I can try too?" Sure, Ivar invited you to join them, but you weren't sure if you could play around with them - they were princes and you were nothing but a thrall.
Ivar shrugged a little. "Of course, why not?"
With a smile, you grabbed some snow, made a ball out of it, and threw it at Ubbe.
The oldest brother gasped loudly, not expecting you to join them. A huge snowball soon hit your shoulder, and then your tummy.
You laughed loudly and decided not to let them win, so you threw more snowballs at Ubbe and Sigurd.
Ivar sat on the snowy ground, watching you all interact.
Soon after, Ubbe grabbed you by the waist and lifted you into his arms, making it impossible for you to escape as he locked you in a bear hug.
Trying to escape his tight embrace, you squealed loudly, but it was no use, so you just giggled.
And that was when you were attacked from behind by Sigurd, who stuffed some snow under your fur and tunic while Ubbe held you tightly in his arms.
The cold made you whimper loudly, "No! Not fair!"
Ivar couldn't stop laughing at the situation.
Ubbe set you back down and tapped your nose, "Come on, snow is great fun!"
You shook your head, "NOT WHEN IT GETS UNDER MY CLOTHES!"
"We can always help you get rid of those clothes," Sigurd slyly remarked.
Blinking, you blushed. "Well... I don't think such a thing would help me at the moment."
"You'd get warm again," he slightly wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
Ubbe shook his head a little and pulled you out of Sigurd's embrace. "The snow's fluffy, let's try something."
As you looked up at Ubbe, you asked happily, "Like snow angels?!"
Ivar was the one who made a comment on your words, "It's clear you used to be a Christian. You even refer to shapes made in fresh snow as angels."
As you shrugged, you explained, "That's what we always called them. Because they did indeed look like angels."
"Angels. Ha! Pathetic explanation," Ivar summed up wryly; it met Ubbe's disapproval.
"Ivar, if you have to say all these nasty words, better shut up this time," the oldest brother claimed.
"Ubbe it's okay. I'm used to it."
As soon as you left Ubbe, you landed on the snow right where you had hopped. As you moved your arms and legs, you created a shape in the snow; once you were done, you raised your hand in triumph. "Ubbe, can you help me get up?"
Ubbe took a giant step towards you and extended his hand, assisting you in getting back up.
Grasping his hand, you let him lift you up. Obviously, you were careful not to ruin your snowy creation. "It does look like an angel."
Ubbe examined the shape and quickly agreed with you that it did resemble an angel. "Y/N is correct."
You smiled and asked, "Ivar? Would you like to give it a try?"
Ivar looked up at you with a frown. "Do I appear to move my legs in the same way you did to make this shape? No, I don't believe so."
You thought for a moment. "You can move your arms! Your angel simply won't have a dress, or I can move your legs."
In a loud scowl, Ivar said, "Don't touch my legs, I can do everything by myself." After these words, Ivar crawled to where you had made your snow angel. He sat flatly on the snow, moved his left leg left, then his right leg left, then repeated the action in the other direction. After that, he lay heavily down and only moved his left arm a few times.
"If you don't do both arms, your angel will only have one wing," You said, hiding under Ubbe's soft fur.
Ivar sat on his butt again and started to draw something on the snow. Soon, he carefully left the snow and crawled out, revealing a shape looking like a warrior with a sword.
You and Ubbe walked closer. With a grin on your face, you nodded your head. "Well, that's always something new."
Ubbe slowly raised his eyebrow. "Well, that's interesting."
Sigurd was the second to approach and check the final result. "Ivar, brother, you're the man of many talents. Your talent goes far beyond being a brat. You have the power to fuck everything you get your hands on."
"Sigurd," you frowned at him and then smiled at Ivar. "Don't say that. Ivar makes pretty things in his own way. I like it."
Upon seeing Ivar looking up at you, you could swear he had a twinkle in his eye and a slight smile on his lips.
"Can you help me make more warriors like you did? WE COULD MAKE OUR OWN ARMY!" You enthusiastically inquired.
Ivar cocked his eyebrow while looking at you but nodded without unnecessary words.
You flopped down on the snow and began making your army.
Ivar observed you but soon followed, trying to make another shape in the fluffy snow.
As you copied his technique, you made some crooked shapes in the snow. You tried to make better-looking ones with an unhappy growl.
Ivar created a few more shapes with some struggles, but after that he was truly proud with the final outcome.
As Ubbe helped you shake the snow off your fur, you smiled and thanked him.
You looked proudly at all the shapes. "Beware! I present to you your brother's army that will conquer the world!"
Ivar, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at you and actually gave you a smile. "It's not that bad in the end. They don't look like pathetic angels."
"I won't do snow angels again," you giggled, "They look like great warriors, so it will be only snow warriors from now on."
"Snow warriors, I like it, actually," Ivar replied proudly.
Despite rolling his eyes, Sigurd agreed that the shapes looked pretty neat.
Your head was bowed, and you said, "It's your own army, my prince."
Ivar kept smiling at you, but soon his smile vanished from his lips.
As Sigurd walked away, he mocked, "This is the only army he'll ever get.".
Using some snow, you rolled a ball and threw it at Sigurd. You walked to Ivar next. "Don't worry. You'll have a great army soon, I'm sure."
Ubbe watched the scene for a moment, but soon he decided it was time to leave you and Ivar alone, so you could try to get along together - Ivar used to be very snappy towards you since the very first day you were taken in by Ragnar and Aslaug.
"Yeah, in my fucking dreams."
"Oh, Ivar. Please, you never know what gods have prepared for you," you reassured him.
"Gods seem to hate me," he told you, slowly crawling away.
Following him, you shook your head. "No, Ivar. They don't. You are still here. It means one thing - they have a great plan for you."
"How can you be so cheerful? So full of hope?" He asked with a nasty tone.
"The positive side of life is what I try to focus on," you explained. "By being down the entire time, you will make things harder for yourself."
Ivar crawled to the nearest stable, where he crawled inside and sat on the hay. He started petting one of the horses. "Maybe you're right."
It was brave of you to sit next to him. "Each of us has a purpose in this world. If you are here, it means your purpose hasn't yet been fulfilled."
"Maybe you're right. I dream of becoming the most powerful man in the world."
"My belief is that one day you will be the most powerful man in the world."
He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you. "You say all those things, and you're kind to me only because I am a cripple, and you're scared of my mother."
There was a roll of the eyes from you. The reason I am polite to you is because I want to, and even if you aren't nice sometimes, I don't think you deserve to be hated or treated worse than others."
His eyebrow slowly went up a little as Ivar tilted his head.
"What?”
"Am I saying something?"
As you shrugged, you replied, "No, but I've seen this look before."
"Do you?"
"Yes," Nodding, you grabbed his chin and turned his face enough to kiss him gently.
Ivar gasped; this was the last thing he expected of you. Your lips were soft, warm and welcoming. Ivar instinctively closed his eyes and moved his lips slowly against yours, giving the kiss back.
After kissing him for a moment longer, you pulled away. Seeing his lightly shocked expression, you giggled. "Would you be able to smile for me now?"
Hesitantly, Ivar smiled but soon turned his head away, trying to hide the blush and surprise that painted on his face.
You kissed his cheek briefly and got up to leave the stable. "This expression suits you much better," you said. "We'd better get back before your mother gets angry at me."
"Angry at you? Why? You're guarding her crippled son," Ivar patted the horse one last time and crawled slowly after you.
You concluded, "I keep him outside when it's freezing as well. If you get sick, it's my fault. Not only will she punish me for that, but she will make me take care of you, and you're even more moody when you're sick."
"That's not true," he protested, but followed you anyway.
"How could that be? Every time you are sick, you almost cry that you are dying."
"Because this is how I feel, like dying!"
"Oh, yes, yes. Let's get back inside. I will make you something warm to drink."
He followed you, thinking he could warm himself up with one more kiss from you.