VIKINGS IMAGINES

Being left alone with the kids.

I know it's been a long time. But, I broke my phone and had to get a new one because I feel comfortable writing on it. Plus, I've had school and I've not been feeling well mentally. I don't know. I'm not gonna be one of those people who jump in and say 'I'm depressed'. However, I've been having a really blue feeling lately. Hopefully, it will be over soon and I'll be my normal happy self.

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I'm sorry if this is bad. It's this or nothing at all.

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Bjorn: He would get frustrated and not be able to handle your hyper toddler. He was exactly like his grandfather Ragnar, too curious for his own good. So when your little guy ran off, Bjorn obviously kept it from you, until you witnessed him holding Hvitserk on his shoulders to get the boy down from a tree.

Ubbe: He would honestly try his best. Would play and attempt to be an evil Queen when your daughter wanted to be the brave, shieldmaiden princess. Thanks to her uncle Ivar, she had acquired a light shield, big enough for herself, along with a wooden sword.

Coming back from the market, you landed your gaze on the cutest sight. Ubbe was faking defeat with each kick and punch the six year old girl threw. False pain painted his features as he curled up on the floor. That day, you couldn't fight the smile curling at your lips.

Hvitserk: Your son was only ten. However, Hvitserk deemed that old enough to learn the ropes. When you returned home, you found them both sitting outside your hut. They both had a cup of mead in their hands while they studied those in the market. Despite Hvitserk being married to yourself, he didn't refrain from making his legacy aware of the shapely curves of each woman. You were genuinely worried, you didn't need your son acting like Hvitserk prior to your wedding.

Sigurd: she was a new born, with tuffs of blond hair and deep blue eyes. And even though you couldn't bare to leave your baby, you needed rest. Therefore, Sigurd was left alone with his little girl. He never looked at you the way he did her. No longer did you matter, yes, he did love you. But, his little princess would be his first priority. You honestly weren't surprised when you woke up to hear him singing a lullaby that he had previously written, just for her.

Ivar: You watched secretly as Ivar held your new born to his chest. He was pointing toward his brothers' training while he bounced him. Honestly, you were surprised he managed to get over his fear of holding the baby, he thought he might squeeze too tight and erase his legacy. What didn't disappear was Ivar's fear. Every now and again, your husband would compulsively look under the blanket shielding your son, he would check for his legs, watching out for any sign that your son would be a cripple. He couldn't get your screams of pain out from his mind. Ivar knew he nearly killed his mother during labour. And the little guy could've done the same thing. However, he was lucky to have you alive and his son well... Even though it took him a while to come to terms with such a thing.