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.
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Words:469 A/N: Only short, but my mother always said 'less is more' and this was perfect with this amount of words. I hope the requester deems this good enough. Thank you. REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
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Infertile. The word plagued your mind. When the healer announced such news, you watched Ragnar's face harden. His pink lips fixed into a straight line and his blue orbs glazed over with a coldness you couldn't yet comprehend.
The distance was too much when he went away, especially when your oldest... your only child, was accompanying him. Your heart hammered in your chest, restricting your breathing to a dangerous state. Every night you would wake from the terrors haunting your slumber. And no longer did you have your husbands comforting words, his strong arms embracing you or his soft kisses. Focusing hard enough allowed you to recall the tingle that lingered after every kiss. It was safe to say he was the love of your life, practically your soul mate.
Then she came...
you were watching him as he laid amongst the snow. When suddenly, Bjorn came running. He was calling for his father frantically as he ran and whipped his head between you and the docks.
Fear was present in his eyes. While in Ragnar's, there sat confusion.
With his warm, hand holding yours, he quickly pulled your fur cloak further over your shoulders before following your son.
A single ship gracefully, made its way across the water's surface. And while both men of your family were fixated on the boat, you studied your husband's every feature. He was still handsome, still strong and you couldn't believe how you had gotten so lucky.
That was what you thought. Until, they arrived at the wooden dock and out strode a woman. Her pale, skin clear, hair flowing in silk-like curls and a baby bump visible between her arms.
You knew whose it was.
A choked sob unconsciously rose from your throat, like bile, it felt like acid against your lips. You trusted him... And in that moment, as you spied the woman he must've desired. Did Ragnar realise what a fool he was.
He no longer wanted you. No longer being able to produce an heir, he must've thought you were useless, a waste of space, another mouth to feed.
The pain in your heart was unbearable. Compared to the goddess before you both, you were common. Especially, with your (H/C) hair hanging down and your (S/T) flesh stained with tints of red and the odd spot and freckle.
Her presence was burned into your memory. And it would remain that way, for you would never return to Ragnar, even if he accepted her or not. For, her child would never be rid of. Ragnar was going to keep it, whether you wanted it or not.
Without hesitation, you gripped Bjorn's upper arm and dragged him to great hall.
Your husband did not follow. Thus, the tears fell leisurely while you prayed desperately for the rain.
