VIKINGS IMAGINES

Imagine being shared between the sons of Ragnar.

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A girl with a quiet disposition, fair features, silky (H/C) hair and subtle (E/C) eyes. You were perfect for the sons of Ragnar. You did not draw attention. And contrary to what everybody thought, your mother approved of such a relationship. You were the lover to every prince. Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar didn't spare a glance in Margrethe's direction once they all had you.

You were a beauty to behold. A hood sat upon the crown of your head as you gracefully walked from the docks. They spied you then and later in the great hall. Ivar had just failed at pleasing a woman. However, that didn't stop him pining over you like his brothers. You wore bright colours, yellow, orange, blue, red, any colour that made you stand from the crowd. You were authentic in your appearance, as was Margrethe. But, you were percieved to wear it far better.

They sat around friends of the family, men and women alike, brave warriors worthy of Valhalla. Like your father and mother. They were to leave you in Kattegat, they no longer desired to remain in Hederby. You walked in, with yourself clinging to your father's arm. Many were unsure if it was willing or quite the opposite. You were a mystery in that sense. No one could unravel the thoughts plaguing your mind, at times, it was as if you had none at all. But, that wasn't necesarily true.

When your vision of the Ragnarssons was caught, your heart raced, it beat against your ribcage and lungs, almost ridding you of air. They were near to breathtaking. The fact that the thrall stood beside them, ruined such a enchanting sight. Your father could already see the cogs turning in your mind, the desire you felt was almost innate and visible at that.

"You want them" Your father, Destine announced. He knew you better than anybody else. And he was all to familar with that look sitting in your eyes. It was the same one he had when he saw your mother... And aunts. She was what your father called the lucky one, he married her.

"Yes father, they are all quite intriguing" You said slyly, before you sashayed in their direction.

All four brothers were drowning in mead and laughter. Until you cleared your throat to capture their attention. That is where it all began. Since that day, they were wrapped around your finger, not in the sense that they did everything you said, more like they were addicted to you.

Ivar had no problem giving in. The night after, you easily proved what the thrall couldn't, that he could pleasure a woman. He relished in the fact that someone such as yourself, was riding him, moaning his name as you screamed out into the dead of night. Ubbe as well as the others could hear, they were tempted to sneak a peek into their brother's room, which was quite ironic. For they already had Margrethe and Ivar used to be the one doing just that. But, soon enough, even she couldn't sate their undying lust for you. Everyday after the celebration you graced Ivar with your company. They soon realised, they had to follow their crippled sibling if they wanted you. He held the strings and that was never a good combination, Ivar and power.

"I see you have come crawling back" Ivar chuckled, with you side-saddling his lap. His fingers idly intertwined with your soft, (H/C) hair. They gulped at the sight of you, a vision of Freya is what you was, you blessed their sight. For once, thet could admit they were jealous of him.

"Not to you however" Ubbe announced. He trailed his subtle blues to yourself. He studied how you nuzzled into his body, embracing the warmth he gifted you with happily.

"To me" You said.

Your voice bounced off the walls, it resounded through the boys who thought they were men. But, they felt insecure in your presence and Ivar could only mimic the strength they once had. His leather bound hands gripped at the flesh of your thigh, making you whimper at the strong hold.

"And will you let them touch you?... My little Valkyrie" Ivar questioned, his voice low and seductive.

"Only if you allow me to do so" You whispered in a reply, your mouth so close to his ear, your breath erupted a pleaurable heat under his skin. He wanted to shiver, take you then and there on his lap. However, he didn't want to give his brothers the satisfaction of being the audience. But, eventually, like they did with Margrethe, you would get tired of him. And to secure you kept your interest, he allowed his brothers to take you, share you. Until he desired it no more. Thankfully, it never came to that. And didn't until York.

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Ubbe and Hvitserk came back bloodied. You had missed Sigurd deeply. He was gentle with you even if he couldn't satisfy you as well as the others. Meaning, Hvitserk and Ubbe meant just as much to you, maybe more due to his death.

While Ivar sat above the Heathen army, a short sob exited your mouth as you ran toward them both. You cupped their cheeks in both of your hands as you stood before them. Gently, you ran your thumbs over their bruises and cuts, not caring of what Ivar would think, as tears pooled against you (E/C) orbs.

"What happened to you? Where did you go? I was worried sick" you announced, your voice slightly shaky before you snaked your arms around their necks to pull them into your embrace.

"You don't need to worry too much, nothing happened" Ubbe said, then pulling away as Ivar's laughter vibrated through the air.

"Nothing? Are you sure brother? Your face says otherwise", His voice boiled the room with deep chuckles. He had the Heathen army under his thumb.

He continued to taunt his brother's. Mock them with every ounce of strength he possessed. Your heart felt torn, each one you had laid with, each one loved you and what power did you have? On contrary to what everybody believed, no amount of your words could stir nor influence Ivar's decisions.

This was the problem with being Ivar's first everything. You pratically took his viginity, his first kiss, you were his first love. Therefore, without his blessing you couldn't taste the pleasure of freedom... Never again.