VIKINGS IMAGINES

When they first met you

A/N: Oh my god, how long has it been? I'm seriously sorry. I just wanted to right and had nothing in particular to publish. I hope you guys enjoy this, I am a bit rusty.

Plus, thanks for reading after waiting so long.

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Bjorn:
He was in the mountains, proving to his father he could survive and be his own man, reliant on no one. And he was focused, determined while trapped in his willing solitude. Right up until he saw you. Strangely enough, you didn't suit being in such cold terrain yet, you marched your way through the snow like you belonged.

He followed you wherever you went, tracking you down after you had parted. For some odd reason, Bjorn was obsessed with you, the woman in the woods. His luck with you only increased when you pressed that blade to his throat.

"Why are you following me?",

"... The Gods willed it".

Ubbe:
He was overtaken by Margrethe, how she would move beneath him and call out his name like no other. He called to her when the urges arose and thought of no woman but her. Until he saw you.

Ubbe was waiting in the woods nearby, hoping Margrethe would find time to answer his call. However, she was completely lost in the abyss of his mind, when he set his vision upon you. Your whole presence had the oldest prince weak to his knees and there was nothing he could do. Of course he went to Hvitserk, asking of you, The mysterious girl of Kattegat. And his brother just answered simply. You were the thrall's sister.

His heart coiled in confusion and disappointment no one could understand. But, he approached you anyway, feeling the undeniable attraction pull with every moment.

"I am Ubbe, Ubbe Ragnarsson",

"I know who you are... And from what I have heard. You also know my sister... Really well".

Hvitserk:
All in all, this prince was originally a mistake. A one-night stand at most. And even though you had forgotten the sweet touches and whispers of admiration. Hvitserk certainly did not. He continued to pester you, calling your name and following you until you could take no more.

One night, went into three, then four and suddenly years had gone by and you couldn't imagine your life without the devious Viking.

"I thought this was only a one time thing",

"And you're saying that on our wedding night?".

Sigurd:
You were singing in the great hall, letting your melodic voice ring in his ears. Instantly, you were his muse, the only woman that could spur such a passion. And when he saw your beautiful form, he knew nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing but you. But, after that night he never saw you again, and the teasing of his brothers didn't lessen his frustrations. You were the one, he could feel it washing through his body. Yet, nobody believed his words.

Well, that was until he saw you, sitting beside his crippled brother with your laughter an enchanting euphoria.

"It is nice to meet you Sigurd, your brother has told me a lot about you",

"Yes... I am sure he has".

Ivar:
He had just been locked away, separated from his father because of the Christians he despised. And even if the young prince alleviated his boredom, he couldn't help but allow his eyes to wander in his presence. And that's when he saw you, peering over the bars and into his cell. From the small opening he could see curls of (H/C) and those bright (E/C) orbs holding curiosity. You only looked young but no less beautiful as his eyes flickered between you and the chess game. He was intrigued, especially so when you crept into his cell late at night.

All through the darkness you sat together in deep contemplation, to eventually voice your thoughts. The conversation flowed like none he ever had. You were fluent in everything you spoke of, and went further to ask about his Gods. For a few nights this continued, right up until he left.

You ran behind his cart and eventually called the man in front to stop. And when you caught up, you captured his lips.

"When will I see you again?",

"When I take everything that keeps you here".