The request:
Author's Notes | For this request, I'm supposing the following situation: the sons of Ragnar are going together to a Stripper bar that Hvitserk found with some friends who told him that there were some amazing blonde girls at this place...
Info | Requested by lol-haha-joke
⁑ Warnings: Cursing.
Björn is the one who figures out his young sister in one of the cages, dancing, first than all of them, but he keeps looking for a while, in disbelief. He can't really believe his little sister is not studying in her friend's house as she told him she was doing for the last 4 weeks. So he pokes Ubbe's shoulders, trying not to splurge of the situation
"Tell me is not our sister on that cage."
Ubbe
As soon as Björn calls his attention and he sees his beloved sister on that tiny little pieces pf cloth dancing that way, the smile Hvitserk has provoked on his face just vanishes and he remains completely in shock for a long instant before look to Björn and speaks a little too loud...
"Fuck... What the fuck our sister is doing on that cage?"
Hvitserk hears Ubbe's voice talking about their sister and what he said, but he is not too sure of what he heard until his eyes catch his sister's image, inside that cage, with that bunch of men around her, looking like a pack of excited wolves he instantly screams to spread away.
"What the fuck! Get the hell away of my sister, you bastards!"
Sigurd
Hvitserk's little scandal calls everyone's attention and Sigurd can't believe in what he's seeing. He gets closer to the cage looking to his sister completely surprised as she, embarrassed, is now trying to cover herself from Björn and Ubbe's serious glances and Hvitserk's grunts and curses. But he's the only one who doesn't seem to be disappointed. Instead of it, he looks concerned: if she's there, she has a good reason and he wants to understand...
"What happened? Why are you doing this, sister?"
Ivar
"Cause she has a fucking beautiful body and she wants to show it to us? C'mon! Get the hell out of the way!" some idiot tries to answer Sigurd attracting everyone pissed looks except for Ivar who passes his hand over the closest table around, taking the first bottle he can reach and throwing it at the head of the motherfucker, shutting his mouth in a single hit.
"Don't open your fucking mouth to fucking talk about my sister, you damn bastard!"
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