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Author's Notes | It ended up evolving into a small shot. Hope you like it!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon
Words |796
⁑ Warnings: Mentions of child and domestic abuse (past).
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When you told Hvitserk you had a child of yours, it wasn't such a surprise. He knew you were married to a bastard before starting a relationship with him. Your husband was pretty known and Hvitserk knew him very well - especially because he and his brothers ensured that idiot wouldn't reach you anymore in the last raid before he started courting you. "A sad loss," you remember the messenger told you. Not a single drop of that feeling in any of you...
What Hvitserk never thought was that your little princess was also one of that asshole's targets. You tried your best to protect her, but unfortunately, your best wasn't enough.
It was easy to see she was traumatized by the way she hid on your skirt when you brought Hvitserk home to meet her. Her little eyes enlarged on him as if he was a ghost from her past; and she hid completely in the folds of your skirt, allowing him to see only a small part of her face as she was sneaking out to look at him from time to time.
The poor little thing...
Like you, she was still recovering from her father's abuse, gaining weight and size for a child of her age, still acting like a scared puppy.
Hvitserk didn't force her to approach. Instead, he remained looking at her whenever she tried to sneak out of your skirt, smiling as if she was playing hide and seek with him and even sneaking a cookie out of the table that he left over a chair's seat closer to you so she could grab it. His lips curved in a tender smile when her little hands pulled the cookie into your skirt and he could see she was enjoying the gift as if he had given her a treasure.
The first day, you would say, was a disaster: she didn't even speak to him. But Hvitserk was confident and kept you tranquil.
"Give her time, love," he said. "Everything is still too new for her."
You couldn't imagine he was so right.
Slowly, his insistence on being gentle, smiling, and giving your child the freedom to choose when she would want to come closer started giving results. When you weren't expecting, you left your position at the table to bring him more mead, and instead of following your skirt, she remained at the table, sliding her little butt up on your chair and looking at him from under the table since her height was still too small for that place.
"Oh, hello," he said, stopping you from coming back.
You stood at the kitchen door, looking from inside, giving your daughter space so she could do what she wanted.
"Hi," she mumbled.
And you smiled. It was the first time she was speaking to anyone else but you.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, looking at her with the same smile on his face, as if it was the most common thing to have her at the table like that, interacting so openly.
She nodded exaggeratedly, causing you to cover your mouth trying to avoid your giggle to be heard as Hvitserk pointed the herbal bread over the table.
"Do you want this one?"
She shook her head, frowning.
"Oh, so you don't like the herbs, uh? What about this one?" he pointed to the little buns stuffed with some cream you had done for him.
"Mommy said these are for the prince," she mumbled.
But her little eyes were full of stars looking at the buns. Hvitserk picked up one of them and slid into the plate in front of her.
"Well, I'm the prince... So, these were for me. I think I can share them, right?"
"Really?" she asked, full of hope.
"Go ahead, have a taste. They're delicious!" Hvitserk emphasized in a childish way that just encouraged your daughter to pick the little bun up and give it a generous bite, covering her mouth in sugar and cream.
Hvitserk smiled.
"You're nice," she said, holding her little bitten bread.
"Thank you," Hvitserk thanked, showing a beautiful smile at her as if her praise was the most wonderful thing of his day.
"I hope mommy marries you," your little girl spat right before running away with her creamy bun, causing you to blush from your hair to your toes when Hvitserk's eyes turned towards you once again.
"You've heard her, love," he said. "I think we'll have to get married now," he joked, smiling.
You blushed like never before, but truth was that it wouldn't be a bad thing. After all those years with an asshole, Hvitserk was the best thing you could ask the gods for and it was really a blessing to have him into your life.
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