Five Hargreeves x Reader Imagines

💫 Vikings (Part 2) 💫

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Night quickly fell as I stayed in my room all day, not being disturbed by anyone. I sighed out, struggling to fall asleep in my bed as my mind raced with the events of the morning.

How could he?

How could he lie to me like this?

He knows how I hate getting married.

I sighed and turn around in my bed, the soft silken sheets rustling beneath me as my thin lace gown still did nothing to ease the heat.

Wait, if my sisters are marrying their lovers, does that mean I was supposed to marry Five?

I nestled under my blanket, a sudden uneasiness draping over me as I finally fell asleep until I was woken up again. I couldn't tell what time it was but it was the dead of night as I heard drunken whispers and someone unlocking my door.

"I heard King Athelstan had brought his daughters."

"Yeah, rumours have it that are the epitome of the beauty of goddesses." I hear the voices of two men, as they clambered into my room. My heart raced with panic as I laid still with my back to the doorway and the men. I tried to stay as still as possible, trying to pass off like I was sleeping while my hand slowly crept to the weapon I stored beneath my pillow.

"Let's see for ourselves. Let's see the bodies of these princesses."

"I want to know if they feel good just as they look good." I sneered as I gripped the hilt of my dagger, the men coming closer and giggling their arses off.

"Lookie here. Never seen this one before." I calm my body as I feel their grimy fingers on my face, brushing my hair away. "Did we wind up in the wrong room?"

"Who fucking cares." I feel them tug my blanket down. "She's not as gorgeous as the other princesses but she's still a beauty." I internally gag as I feel their hand on my thigh, pushing my lace nightgown up.

"Let's be quick-" I jump up and slice the throat of the man that hovered over me. "You little bitch!" the other man yelled angrily, lunging at me as I shoved his bleeding friend to the floor.

"You chose to mess with the wrong girl you son of a bitch!" I scream out, kicking the man in the guts as he stumbled back. He landed on a wardrobe that had my dinner sitting on it, grabbing the steak knife in his hand. He jumps towards me, swinging hazardly and I dodge his pathetic aims.

"You fucking cunt!" the man hissed out as I sliced his face and swiping his feet. He groans as he falls on his back and I turn around to get help when I feel him grab my foot tightly.