Vikings Imagines And Preferences

First kiss

It has been so hard to write this (especially Floki's one)  but I've finally finished and I hope  you'll like it.

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Ragnar

You have kissed him once and it has been just perfect because it was Ragnar you were kissing and you loved him.
Too many years have passed, a marriage, two children, but you haven't forgotten.
How could you? His lips, his gentle touch, his eyes. Everything, you wanted everything but he didn't feel the same.
Now you are here, watching him while he's sleeping, next to him like you have always wished. You're caressing his face, looking at him like he's the most beautiful gift in the world when he slowly opens his eyes.
"What are you doing?" He whispers.
You move away from him, as if you  have just been burned.
You are embarrassed and confused because you are in Ragnar Lothbrok's bed but he hasn't touched you with a finger. And you know him,  you know that he is not the kind of man who can have friends just sleeping in his bed.
"Y/N watch me" He says.
"I ... I was thinking" You reply.
Ragnar smiles at you, sweet and understanding.
"You're wondering why you're here, aren't you?"
You nod, whitout the courage to look at him in the eyes.
"Men have always hurted you and I have hurted you first, Now I want to make you forgive me, I want you to feel safe in my arms."
Your eyes are veiled with tears.
It's all true, but you're here with him and your past doesn't really matters now. 
So you kiss him, without shame or fear. You want to trust him.
His lips are soft and he immediately returns the kiss, you let him approach your body to his and tighten your hips with his big hands.
"I'm safe in your arms," you say  with your forehead against his.
"I'm safe"

Rollo

Rollo's eyes rest on you while Ragnar fights against  Haraldson, you can feel  them digging on your skin. You raise your head and spare the look, you don't look down because you want him to know you don't care about the fresh and deep scars that line his face. You don't feel disgusted, just really sad. You want to cry, because Rollo suffered in your place, to protect Ragnar, to protect you. He suffered when you promised yourself that you would have helped him to defend Ragnar.
When the fight finnaly ends, Ragnar is standing victorious and Rollo is still looking at you, you can recognize regret in his eyes.
Everything will be different now, Ragnar will shine and you don't know if Rollo can really handle this.
You are worried about him, you want to talk to him, make him feel important, a hero as he deserves. 
You move a step towards him but
Rollo moves away,  fast, so you follow him.
"Go away Y / N"
"You know I will not go, you know I'll never do it" You scream.
"What do you want?"
You put a hand on his chest and caress his face and his scars with a finger. You stare deeply in his eyes.
"Why don't you understand Rollo?"
And you don't need an answer, you know what he sees when he looks at you, just the stupid little girl who has grown up with his family, but somehow you also know  that something has changed over the years, you've read it in his eyes: you went from being an unfortunate inconvenience to being a friendly and comforting presence.
He needs you, but you are like a daughter to Ragnar. He will never touch you so you stand on tiptoe and put your lips on his. A fast, sweet kiss. You don't give him  the chance to reply, to do  anything.
"Thank you, you have saved us" You say.

Bjorn
The night before the battle is always frightening and passing it alone is more difficult ti Bjorn than he thought. It's not that he's really afraid for himself, the war is in his nature, he's the son of Ragnar after all, Rollo's nephew. He was born to fight.
Bjorn is afraid for you, he knows that you can take care of yourself and yet can't help it and above all he feels that you hide something and don't understanding annoys him, keeps him awake. He walk fast, he wants to reach your tent and then he sees you.You are walking slowly and uncertainly rubbing your feet on the ground. You're going to him, Bjorn understands it as soon as you raise your head and look him in the eyes.You, the girl who rejects him, that  humbles him, that hurts him, you need him, not only because you are alone.
For one night you don't care about  your father's  or  Bjorn's one .
For one night you want to follow what your heart says, you want to allow yourself to have one.
"Were you looking for me? "Bjorn laughs
"Maybe" You answer and smile too.
"Are you afraid, Y / N?"
"You know it's not this, I just don't want to be alone"
"Surely"
Bjorn approaches you, his face tilted and his clear eyes fixed in yours. He takes your chin in his fingers, he caresses it.
" I thought you did not want my company"
"Nothing will change" you whisper, trying to control your trembling voice
"oh sure"
Bjorn smiles again, before kissing you.
But he doesn't understand that it's true, this won't change anything, even  your  heart beats hard and you're quite sure you are in love with him, you have a mission.
 
Floki

You've never really cared about being just Lagertha's little sister, you've never been jealous of her, of her beauty, her courage and her pride. You are so proud of her.
You have never wanted to be like her, you don't like many attentions, you've always preferred to live in the shade, appreciated those few looks that have settled on you.
If someone could see you despite your sister, it was worth your time and your love.
And Floki sees you, you know he sees you and yet sometimes, for the first time in your life, you're afraid of disappearing.
He have never touched you, even if it's clear that he feels something for you too.
"Are you okay? " Ragnar asks you.
"Oh yes" You reply, fast.
"You have been staring at your meat for ages" Lagertha says, caressing your arm. You smile at her, then you recognize Floki's eyes on you.
"It's okay" Your repeat, looking at him " I was just thinking...I need fresh air."
And then you just get out, because his eyes on you and all the questions and your feelings are simply too much to stand now.
You need certainties, and the only person you would like to give it to you not only is the one who upset your life but does not even seem to want to give you anything.
Not security, not love or kisses.
"What happens to you?" Floki's voice comes at your back and makes you shiver, it's so close that you can feel his breath on your neck.
How did he come so close to you silently? .
"I don't even know Floki ... believe me, it's so ... so difficult"
He moves the hair from your neck to uncover it, your body is shaken by a shiver.
"My beloved" He whispers you stip his hand, then hold it tightly.
"How long Floki?"
"what y / n?"
"How long will we be poised?" And then you turn and get nailed by a pair of big blue eyes, veiled with madness and something you can not distinguish. Affection and adoration. Maybe desire and love. And you realize that you don't need anything more than those eyes on you, for you. Then he kisses your cheek and presses hard with his lips as if he wanted to leave a mark, he moves slowly following an imaginary design until he gets to your lips,  your eyes and nose and it's okay. You do not need any further confirmation