He shows to care about you

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I' m finally here!
I'm sorry , I haven't updated  for so much time...but I had health problems and I had to concentrate on something else. I want to inform you that I accept requests, just ask ;)

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Ps: I want to say I'm Italian so I apologize for every mistake.

Ragnar
The night you never sleep well. You don't remember a quiet night since you left Kattegat with your mother,  because every night, from the first you have spent with her new husband,  he keeps you awake even if he' s not here anymore. You can still feel his touch on your pale skin.
Your mother's husband loved you, perhaps too much, in a wrong way.
He was violent, he was an animal, a crazy beast and now you don't know how to sleep at night, you don't remember how to do it, if you close your eyes you are victim of nightmares. They eat you alive, kill you slowly.

A scream broke the silence , Ragnar hears it, opens his eyes  and tries to understand what is happening. He rushes to you, with this kind of too great concern that shakes his heart, which makes him move faster  towards you. You are awake, breathing heavy, terrified, with your eyes wide open like something terrible is about to happen.
"Y / n? Are you okay?"
You nod and hope that in the darkness  he doesn't notice your tears.
  Your aren't strong enought to control them, when your past comes out you don't know what to do.
You just stay here, suffering like a wounded animal.
Ragnars sits in front of you, watching you with fear in his eyes.
"You are not okay"
"A nightmare" You whisper.
"You are with me. You are safe"
He says as he caresses your head.

Rollo

They attacked you for the first time  a day like the others, and you still can' t work out what happened, and what is happening.
Your life looks like a nightmare and you can't escape.Everybody wants to kill you, because Ragnar is simply too intelligent not to be a danger.
Everybody wants to kill all of you, because you have the guilt of being loved by him. They want Ragnar's head and they will not stop looking for him.
You escaped from the farm, that day, and while Ragnar, Lagertha and their children are safe in Floki's house, you are in Kattegat.
"I have to control the situation" You  said them, but it wasn't true.
You know you  can't do much, now you are just  expose to the danger, but, simply, you have to check that someone else is safe.
That someone else is still breathing.
You need to stay with Rollo and you don't know why.
He' s a brave man, a fierce warrior, and you are just a little girl. You can't even fight.
You can't protect Rollo, you can't protect yourself.
"You have to go Y / n" says Rollo. You can recognize panic in his voice. Even if he doesn't show you, even if he can't show you, you know he' s worried about you.
"Why? No, I want to stay here.
I need to stay here"
And it's true, if Rollo isn't here, speccially now, it seem to you that your heart isn't beating anymore.
"Haraldson wants us. If you stay, you are dead and I can't let this happen. I just can't let anything happen to you"
He grabs you by the shoulder and shakes you, like he wants to wake you up, to make you realize you are in danger and you have to go.
"I can't go away Rollo. You are here.
I' ll stay by your side" You reply staring deeply in his eyes.

Floki

You're sitting by the sea, lost in your thoughts. You like the sea, it reminds you of Floki's eyes, a bit 'for the color, a bit for the ability to trasform. Those beautiful blue eyes can be calm and peaceful and, in a second, they can turn in a thunderstorm.
Sometimes it makes you fear Floki, it makes you want to escape,  but in the end you always stay with him.
You love him, you have loved him from the very first time you' ve seen him and you don't know why. You don't know how yo explain your feelings.
You're sitting by the sea, lost in your thoughts when a noise right behind you makes you jump. You turn around and throw your eyes open, terrified.
  There is a man, he's is muscular, big, strong. He looks like a giant and you, compared to him, disappear. He has the expression of a cold killer as he holds an ax. You recognize him as   one of Haraldson's men.
And you think you're dead, you have no way out, you know he's here to kill you or torture you, you're like petrified, you can't shout and you can't cry. But then that man collapses, dead in front of you.
Floki is here, covered in blood, beautiful and fierce as a god.
He walks up to you, then he hugs you, a long, sweet hug.
You don't know what to do, you don't understand anything, how you feel and what is happening.
"Are you Okay?" He asks, with soft voice.
"He didn't touch me" You reply, with fear.
"I wouldn't let him"

Bjorn
Bjorn doesn't agree with the idea of ​​leaving for the next raid, he doesn't agree  with  your idea of joing them and fight, he doesn't understand your stubbornness, that desire that burns  in your  chest. Bjorn thinks it's pride, ambition, but you know that it is revenge. A battle is the perfect opportunity to kill Ragnar Lothbrok
"I don't need to be protected, I'm strong, I'm a warrior, not a child. I don't need no one, not even you Bjorn"
You say, looking at him right in those beautiful and sad eyes, they are able to make you weak, you feel so lost in front of them.
But you look at him like you don't care at all about him, about what he feels and what you feel for him, because there shouldn't be nothing between you two.
Certain feelings hurt you, kill you, especially if you keep them inside and suppress them.

"But I need you" He replies, sincere and honest as always. And you think you could die now, for his kiss. But he is the son of Ragnar.
Ragnar, the man who killed your father.
He took you away the opportunity to live by his side. You can not forgive him and you can't be in love with  his son.
"I don't know  why  you are so  different the others, why you are so special to me Y / N but I know that  if something  happens to you I'll never forgive myself"
"You must leave me Bjorn"
"I never will"


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