Hvitserk White Shirt - Imagines

And so, we meet again...

The request:

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Hvitserk x Viking Princess! Reader

Info | Viking Age AU, interaction with Reader's Brother OC, requested by anon

Words |596

⁑ Warnings: Humor, some cursing.

He's sure he remembers her face... If Hvitserk wasn't wrong, he remembers her face from the feast they gave to reunite the Kings and Earls that came to offer their men to compose the Great Heathen Army. He was examining the female figure that got into the hall when the male by her side took away all his doubts.

"So you're here, gluttony prince."

"Ah... (Y/N)!" he immediately remembered. "And her illustrious bad educated brother. Of course. How's your father?" Hvitserk addressed his ask...

...to her. Ignoring completely the education and morals that say he should be talking with the men inside the room. The male figure beside the beautiful girl smiling just growled, unsatisfied.

"That's ridiculous! You said we came to talk with the crippled, not to his dog!"

"Brother!" she exclaimed in a shocked expression turning to Hvitserk with her biggest begging face. "Please be patient with my brute brother. He's still annoyed about what happened"

"Pff!" her brother let go a pissed sound, sucking his teeth, completely annoyed about having to talk to Hvitserk.

But the guy made a terrible choice of words that made Hvitserk's frown remain even after her excuses.

"My father," she tried to continue the explanation, "Unfortunately, was murdered a few days ago, and left me one last desire to fulfill"

"I can't freaking believe you will take it ahead!"

"You should have more respect for the dead, little man," Ivar's voice echoed, and Hvitserk smiled seeing his brother getting inside the hall with his crutch, making the annoying young man aside Y/N freeze at the sight of him walking.

"We are sorry for your loss, my lady, but what brought you here indeed?" he said, sitting beside Hvitserk who got up, leaning himself against the table, catching a piece of bread with meat to put on his mouth.

She sighed at her brother's bad attitude and leaned herself in respect to the new prince in the hall.

"My father asked me to come to the sons of Ragnar. He already knew about your war against the usurper queen Lagertha, and he sent me here to make an alliance. We offer our men and our weapons to fight for your sake in this war, my lord".

"In exchange of?" Ivar questioned as Hvitserk was looking at her, devouring her curves, just to make her brother's eyes even more bothered by following his glare.

"In exchange, my lord, my father asked for marriage. My brother is still too young to wear the crown, and was also my father's will that I ended up my life married with one of the illustrious sons of Ragnar Lothbrook."

"And this is the most stupid fallacy of my old and senile father! Come on, (Y/N)! You can't do such stupidity! We can rule our kingdom by ourselves!"

"Young... As I can see," Ivar answered about the brother.

But Hvitserk just cleaned his hands, waking forward. 

"It won't be a problem," he said, with a smile on his face "I'll marry her, Ivar."

The crippled brother smiled, shrugging.

"What!? You?! Not even over my dead body!" her brother said.

His voice was cut mute in the following moment when Hvitserk quickly pulled his sword, moving to stop it millimeters away from his neck.

"Providable," Hvitserk said seriously, causing (Y/N) to sigh frightened.

But then he giggled, putting his sword back in the sheath. 

"Oh, don't be afraid. I was just joking... Brother," he joked, caressing Y/N's chin with a suggestive smile on his face as her brother grunted in dissatisfaction.

To marry her wouldn't be a problem. To be honest, he was anxious...

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