VIKINGS IMAGINES [BOOK I]

Ragnar's christian love.

a/n: requested.

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Ragnar had been invited to stay in King Ecbert's kingdom. Ragnar, his son, Floki and his men had arrived yesterday, some people had gotten disturbed by their presence but the king had promised their safety which wasn't a concern for Ragnar. Ecbert's people should know that they can't terrify them and one wrong move from the might jeopardize Ragnar and Ecbert's agreement on peace between them.

Then he saw her. It was his servant Ecbert had given him to make sure Ragnar was pleased with everything. He smirked when he saw her petit frame walking over the chapel. With confident steps he decided to follow her.

Ragnar didn't know why he had an interest in the slightly younger woman than himself. She was indeed a modest beauty. Her hair was in a simple braid, plump pink lips and bright light eyes. Her body was hidden underneath a slightly tight fitting dress. It was a simple design but fitted her beautifully.

When he walked inside he immediately saw the young woman on her knees, head bent down and fingers intertwined. Ragnar wanted nothing more than to slightly tug at her braid, to make her look at him. He wanted to ask for her name but she avoided to talk to him. She was so innocent in his eyes. He bit his lips as his eyes roamed over her back, he wanted nothing more than to pull that skirt up to her waist, push her against the chapel walls and make his name fall from her lips like a prayer. He wanted to have her, her wanted to fill her with him. He had a strong physical attraction towards this woman to say at least.

Ragnar's steps echoed in the open room and she turned around quickly. A smirk covered his lips as they eyes met. Her eyes were wide and her chest rises quickly. He walked closer to her and quite enjoyed her discomfort. She truly looked like a hunted deer.

"It wasn't my intention to disturb, please carry on," Ragnar said in english for her to understand but she didn't move. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. His eyes were glued on her delicious lips. He wanted to taste them, feel them against his to see if they were as smooth as they looked.

"I...I was finished. I need to get back to work," She said, her voice quiet and timid. Ragnar smiled. "When would you like you bath?" She asked, her voice still quiet but she seemed to try to sound more confident.

"After dinner," Ragnar said and his eyes roamed her body. Her dress didn't have a cleavage, button's covered her what seemed to be rather large breasts. He wanted to unbutton a few of them to enjoy the cleavage.

She quickly walked past him and he fought the urge to slap her butt gently. He chuckled instead as he saw her walk outside, leaving him all alone in the chapel. A sigh left his lips as he decided to look for Björn to discuss future plans.

Ragnar and his men sat in the dinner room in Ecbert's home with the king himself, his son and his wife. Ragnar might have been in England before but the disgusting drink they offered didn't taste any better this time.

"Ragnar, are you and your men enjoying you stay here so far?" Ecbert asked and took a sip of wine. Ragnar only chewed on the meat as he looked at Ecbert. He looked older than he might be, his eyes for his son's wife couldn't get unnoticed.

"Yes," Ragnar said after a while before taking another bite of the meat. Ecbert smiled and nodded. The king had a very strong interest in the pagan leader. The great Ragnar Lothbrok brought fear in almost everyone. Ragnar and his men were ruthless killers who were now eating by his table.

They chatted for a while longer before they all walked back to their rooms. A guard had guided Ragnar to a separate bathroom where the king had one of many bathtubs. When he entered the room he smirked. His eyes rested once again on the familiar woman. She poured a bucked of water into the large tub. The dark room was lit with torches and they illuminated her face perfectly.

"I didn't think you would arrive earlier or else..." She said with wide eyes.

"I don't mind the company," Ragnar said as he slowly got undressed. His eyes were locked on her the whole time and he smiled when he saw her blushing. With his upper body bare to her, he gripped the strings that kept his pants up before untying them. She bit her lip as she tried not to look and his smile didn't fade, instead it got wider.

"The bath is ready," She said and he hummed before getting in. He closed his eyes and groaned by the pleasant feeling of the warm water. "Is it to warm?" She asked and he shook his head. She nodded before walking towards the door. He took a grip on her arm and stopped her. He saw the small necklace around her neck, a cross. A few strands of her hair was glued to her forehead due to the steam and her braid had gotten messy from todays chores. Their eyes met but she didn't fight back.

"Stay, I enjoy your company," Ragnar said and with wide eyes she nodded. He saw how she didn't look any further to the right, avoiding to see his naked body through the water. Slowly he let got of her wrist and she walked over to stand by the wall.

"Have you enjoyed you day Ragnar?" She asked, tried to start a conversation. She didn't know why but she only blurred it out. Probably trying to ease the awkwardness of her being here when he enjoyed his bath.

"Yes I have, but I enjoy this more," He answered and his eyes were locked on hers again, she nodded. A smirk played on his lips. His eyes then started to travel down her body. He felt himself getting aroused as the imagines of what she was hiding underneath that dress. He placed one hand underneath the water as the other rested on the edge of the tub. He wanted to stroke himself but he didn't want to scare her.

"Have you ever been with a man?" Ragnar asked suddenly and her eyes widen.

"You don't even know my na-"

"What's your name?" Ragnar asked quickly.

"Y/N -"

"Y/N, have you ever been with a man?" Ragnar repeated with her name. He liked the way her name slipped from his lips. It suited her perfectly.

"I-I don't think that's an appropriate question Ragnar," She stuttered as her face got heated.

"You're a virgin aren't you, christian and all," He said. "Haven't you ever wondered what it feels like?" Ragnar continued and she frowned.

"No,"

"Are you sure you never thought about giving yourself to a man, to feel your body against his, tightly intertwined as he would thrust inside you, filling your body with pleasure each time..." He asked and his eyes never left hers. She bit her bottom lip.

"N-No,"

"Really, I have imagined being with woman. I even think about it now, I would love to see what such a beautiful woman is hiding under that hideous dress," He said and nodded towards her. Her eyes were wide in panic. "You have no idea who good it feels," He said but it was too much for her. She stormed out, keeping distance from the tub so he couldn't reach her.

Ragnar chuckled as he sat back against the tub. His member was throbbing and now when he was alone he took a firm grip and tugged at it a few times. He wanted her, he wanted Y/N badly and he didn't care if he had to hunt her. Y/N was his.