200 Multifandom One Shots

Weaknesses - Vikings - Heahmund x Reader

Heahmund had been praying, his mind drowning out the world around him. He had been brought, bound and chained to the lands of the heathens, after the siege on York, had not gone quite as he and Æthelwulf had presumed it would. So now, now he was a captive of the son of Ragnar; though whether he agreed to the boy's plans............

"In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti..........Amen" A soft, beautiful voice suddenly said. Heahmund's eyes flying open to find a woman stood before him. A part of him hoping that she was an angel sent by God; there to save him from the heathens that surrounded him. Yet as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could tell that she was no being sent by his lord. The tight black leather armour that covered her body though, suggesting that she may have been sent by someone, or something else. A fallen angel sent to tempt him. The wicked smile that crept across her lips reminding him all too much of Ivar.

"You seem surprised that someone such as I should know those words, bishop. That I should know of your holy trinity...........?" She continued, as she took a step forward. What little light there was in the room, lighting up her face, and allowing Heahmund to see just how perfect his visitor was.

"It is strange to hear those words from the lips of a heathen..........."

"Ah, heathen........you and your Christian followers spit that word with such venom. HEATHEN! PAGAN! BLAPHEMOUR!........" She shouted out dramatically, before laughing and crouching in front of him. The bishop finding himself gulping heavily at the lump that had just formed in his throat, as she let her fingers ghost over his cheek.

"Do you think those words hurt me.........hurt any of us? We do not care what you call us, for your words mean nothing. They have no power over us. They may scare your....... flocks, back in Wessex or Northumbria; but not here. And you forget, bishop, that it is only by the good grace of a heathen that you are still alive. Though I think that my brother should have had you cut down when we had the chance..........."

"Your brother........?" Heahmund interrupted, as she got to her feet and her way around him; taking in the view of the chained man from every angle.

"Once again, you seemed surprised. Though why that should be.......Ivar and I may not be identical; but we have often been told that we resemble one another closely. I am (Y/n) Ragnarsdóttir. Daughter of King Ragnar and Queen Aslaug. Sister of Björn Ironside, of Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye. And twin, of Ivar the Boneless........though as you can see, there is one trait I do not share with him........." (Y/n) explained, as she looked down at her legs. A smile coming to her lips, as she saw the Christian looking at them too.

(Y/n) had to admit that she thought him to be handsome, and when she had seen him fight, she had felt this undeniable urge to fuck him. There something in the way that he had held himself, something about his skill that had more than impressed the only living daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok. And that was in part, why she was there. That, and despite what Hvitserk had said, to see if she could, as Ivar had put it, 'persuade' the bishop to join them and fight against Lagertha, Björn and Ubbe. Her twin aware that his sister had always had a way with men.

"You know, I have never thought my brother to be a foolish man; I have never doubted his intelligence. Though sometimes I do believe that he thinks he is smarter than he is; and that leads him to make mistakes.......to admire and believe people he really shouldn't. And you.......bishop, in my opinion, are one of those mistakes. Ivar letting his admiration for your fighting skills, overrule his better judgement. And despite how many times I have tried to tell him that if you do agree to join us, you will only betray us as soon as you get a chance; he still insists on keeping you alive and believes that the offer of letting you kill more heathens, will be enough........."

"But, you do not think I will follow your brother, just for that privilege...........?"

"No, bishop. I do not. I think that it will take much more than being allowed to kill those that stand against us, to stop you from turning your back when the right moment presents it........." (Y/n) told him, as she came to stand before the bishop, once more.

"And perhaps you think that you do have a good reason for me not to betray you. That you can offer me something more than the death of those that stand against my god........." Heahmund continued. The bishop feeling a stirring in his loins, as he watched her fingers caressed the tops of her half-concealed breasts.

"I believe that I may have something, yes. You see........." (Y/n) began, as she slowly began to tug on the strings that held the tight leather armour to her body.

"I know things about you, Bishop Heahmund. I know that you have deep, dark secrets; that you have weaknesses, just like any other man. Weaknesses that you are all too willing to indulge in. And I believe that I can help you with that. I can show you what it is to have those weaknesses fulfilled by a heathen woman. What a pagan enjoys, when he takes a woman to his bed. And all you have to do is swear yourself to me, in the name of your god, and on your immortal soul. All you have to do is what my brother wishes; and I will give you everything that your weakness has ever desired.........." The shieldmaiden added. The twin of Ivar now before the bishop in all her naked glory. Heahmund able to feel his cock push against the inside out his breeches, as she moved to stand right in front of him. Taking one of his chained arms and bringing his hand up, so that he could feel her flesh.

"So, bishop.......do you agree..........?" A soft moan leaving her lips, as his fingers moved up the inside of her thigh.

"Yes........I agree..........." Heahmund replied. Knowing that if he swore, he could not go back. That if he betrayed her, her brother, his soul was sure to go to hell. But as she leant over and placed a kiss to the side of his face, he knew that he could make no other choice.

"Good........" She whispered, before catching his earlobe between her teeth.

"Now, let's do something about your weaknesses............."