Vikings, imagine you and ...

Imagine Ubbe making your day

ONESHOT - Modern AU
Words: 1770

You were quite the multi tasker, scrolling though your mail on your mobile while you looked for your keys in your jacket. It was like your head exploded after a day like this. The stress, the pressure, you were glad to be home. You pushed your coat from your shoulders before you walked further in the apparment. He jumped from behind the kitchenwall, wrapped in a blanket and with his arms up, scaring the shit out of you.
'Damnit Ubbe!' You shouted, slapping him with your jacket in anger. He laughed, getting away from your bad temper by ducking underneath you jacket. He filmed it, you heard your own scream on his mobile. 'I'm really not in the mood to play your games and don't you dare to put it online.' You lashed out, pushing your jacket into his arms while you walked the kitcken in looking for some painkillers.
'I thought to suprice my girl and you get angry about it.' He reacted. You turned around, looking how his body stood their in the doorway, arms crossed before his chest and the blanket still resting over his shoulders. It looked rather cossy there, between his arms, but you weren't giving in on his good looks and heavy charms.
'In what of a way! It's good for me to get a heartattack.' You took a glass of water and swallowed the painkiller with it, placing the glass rather hard back.
'You are really angry.'
'What part of this you don't understand.' You pointed to your own cranky face. He frowned his eyesbrown, not that impressed by your bad temper. Yes, he was just to worse sometimes, you asked yourself why he was still with you after all those months together. He opened his arms, the blanket like some kind of wings inviting you. You sighned and walked over to him, he wrapped his arms around you and it felt safe. You rested your head against his chest before you sneaked your arms around him to.
'You hardly can stay long angry on he.' He said a little amused. You murmered something that maked him laugh for a bit. The blanket around you felt so safe, so warm, you could stay forever in this kind of an embrace.
'I'm sorry.' You apologized for your earlier behavior. You turned your head up on his chest and looked to him.
'You make it up.'
'Yeah, I promise.' You tightened your grip around him and he did the same. 'I love this blanket.' You noticed the softness of it.
'Is that all you love?' He asked you. You chuckled against his clothes, taking in his smell before you looked up again.
'I love you to.'
'Thought so.' He rested his fingers under your chin before he placed his lips on yours and kissed you gentle. You could forget everything when he did this, being so comforting, supportive. He didn't ask about your day because he knew you wanted to forget it. He just wanted to be there for you, just like you would be there for him. He distracted your mind, not always in the best ways but he maked up for it, like he did now for scaring the crap out of you. You pulled back out of the kiss, looking with a loving smile up to his gorgeous mixed eyes. 'What about you take a bath and I make dinner?' He suggested.
'I'm not sure if I want to leave this nice blanketmaked comfortzone.' You replied with a soft smile.
'You have to, or you will be cranky again because there is no dinner.'
'Stop it.' You laughed, getting on your toes to get another kiss on his lips.
'Go, before I change my minds about certain things.' He reacted, opening his arms so you were a free woman again. You know what he meant with that, you twerled around your body, bitting your lip when you looked at him and walked backwards out of the kitchen.

You almost fell asleep in that bath, the fresh smell of your favorit shampoo and the heat of the water relaxed your body, the painkiller eased you headache. In the background you heard Ubbe wistle a song and that just brought that smile on your lips again, got you out of the bath and into your pyjamashorts. When you looked through your mobile again you smile fadded a little when you noticed Ubbe his instagram story, he put it online. That scream ... you had to admit it was pretty funny.
'I scream like a little girl.' You said while you walkd back out of the bathroom. Ubbe was biting a piece of carrot when you walked into the kitchen, his blanket was more a Headscarf now, like he was planning on walking in the desert.
'Hvitserk just said the same thing.' Ubbe laughed when you played the video again. Offcourse he did, Hvitserk always was the first to taunt you when things like this appeared on Ubbe his story.
'It's a little funny.' You admited, sneaking under his arm.
'So,'
'No, you won't do it again.' You warned him. He only smiled teasing and you turned your camera and took a picture from him and that blanket wrapped around his head.
'Y/n.' He said before he could pull away. You chuckled and uploaded it to your story.
'Payback is a bitch. What is it with you and that blanket anyway?' You asked while pulling it from his head, wrapping it around your own body. He pulled you back before you could run off, snuggling his head against your neck, taking in the smell of your shampoo.
'You smell so good.' He noticed.
'That isn't an answer to my question.' You reacted with a playfull grinn.
'I was lonely and cold.' You looked up to him and started laughing by his explanation.
'And thats why you decided to walk around in a blanket?'
'You do it all the time.'
'Yes, well, you can't.'
'Why not?' He asked defensive. You catched him with the blanket, trowing it around his neck and pulling him closer.
'You are way to adorable with it.' You told him. He maked your day, or at least the combination of Ubbe with that blanket maked your day.
'I'm not adorable, you don't say that to a man.' He protested amused. You released him from the blanket so he could get back to the dinner, what looked like something with pasta. And while you were admiring his movements, his cooking skills you saw him laugh all of the sudden, like he reminded something that was worth laughing about.
'What?' You asked curious. He turned away from his cooking and shook his head.
'Hvitserk and Sigurd maked forts out of blankets all the time when they were little.' He smiled by the memory.
'And what did you?'
'Playing the viking invading that fort.'
'You don't have any viking skills.' You teased him. Vikings were rough, hard, strongheaded, he was way to soft for that. The only place he could be rough was in ...
'You sure?' He asked, spinning the towel in his hand to one hard roll. You started running, just not escaped from the spanck he gave you with it on your butt. You giggled, running to the livingroom, but he catched you right in the door from behind you. You trew your head backwards while he grabbed you around your waist, the both of you laughing like little kids. 'I will show you how viking I am.' He bited playfully in your neck while you tried to get away from him.
'Ubbe.' You shouted throught your laugh. But he held so tight on to you that after minutes of protest you just hold still in his embrace. He turned your around in his arms and lifted you face, kissing you as passionate, heated almost, as you saw people on tv do it. You wrapped your hands around his neck, jumping up so your legs wrapped around his waist. You knew where this was heading, if he wanted to show you how viking he was you wouldn't hold back on it. 'What about dinner?' You asked between kisses through. He pushed you against the wall and you bited your lip, holding back a smile with pleasure.
'We skip dinner.'
'What about that blanket fort?'
'You wanna make a blanket fort?' He asked amused. You looked down to his chest, supressing the upcoming smile.
'Never did it in a fort before?' You asked him. His eyebrows got up in surprice.
'I never had dinner in a fort before either.'
'What about you make dinner, I make a fort and we can have it all at once.' You suggested. Damn, you felt like a twelve year old.
'Deal.' He place a kiss against your lips and you moaned by the pressure he pushed on your body before he let go of you.

It was a nice fort, you had to admit it. The coatch was covered in blankets, lucky for the both of you you loved to have blankets around so there were enough of them. You maked some kind of roof to the tv, it look more like a tent to be honest. 'Ivar would laugh with uss if he saw this.' Ubbe said while he crawled into your little cave of cosiness, holding a big bowl of icecream, your kind of comfortfood.
'Ivar is way to serious for his age. This holds relationships together, being a child from time to time.' You said. He handed you the bowl and you started digging in the icecream, watching to the tv that was just close enough to fit in your blanketfort. The both of you sat on the ground, leaning against the coatch. Ubbe wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head against his shoulder while you watched the tv. It was nice, it felt good. And after a while you turned your head towards him, looking to that amazing face of him. 'You make my day, there is nothing I look more forward to than coming home to you.' You confessed your love. He looked away from the tv to you, not smiling, deadly serious for a moment.
'There is nothing more I'm looking forward to than seeing you coming home every day.' He took your spoon and took a small bite for the icecream while giving you that loving smile you so much adored.
'You still need to show me how viking you are.' You pointed out, knocking your fingers against his chest.
'Hmmm.' He agreed, enjoying his bite of ice before he enjoyed you.