Just a few little imagines.
Add a little bit of oneshots.
May include a bit of Hvitserk, who knows.
Maybe throw in some of Heahmund.
I will be accepting requests.
It will always say completed, but I will still update on here now and then.
I'm not s...
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"We've never had a problem? Have we Ubbe?" Bjorn questioned, downing a gulp of his mead efficiently.
His younger brother sat nervously beside him. He could see the worry painting his features. In this instance, he wore every emotion upon his face.
Ubbe knew what this was about. This was about you, Bjorn's wife and the woman he was desperately in love with. He would watch you from the side lines, holding the youngest child on your hip while the eldest stumbled a few feet before you.
"No, Bjorn" Ubbe answered.
His eyes were fixed to the bottom of his cup, starved of the honeyed liquid.
"Therefore, I do not see the reason for conflict... After all, she is my wife, always going to choose me" Bjorn added.
He then decided their little chat was said and done. Ultimately, leading Bjorn to drink with the eldest son of Aslaug until it forced him into slumber.
These nights were his chance. At no point would Ubbe give you up. Especially, the nights you spent in the forest, while a dark pall plagued the sky.
