Vikings Imagines| discontinued

Ubbe's Wildflower

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UBBE RAGNARSSON SAT and watched the young beauty as she carried the bucket of water toward the chicken coop. She was struggling, from his vision, as she tried to huddle the animals together.
"No! Get! Sh-sho" she pleaded, but the animals wouldn't budge. Everything was happening so fast, he just couldn't draw his eyes away from the girl.
He held his belt in two hands and strongly walked towards her.
"Yelling at them won't do you any good." He chuckled.
The girl, startled by Ubbe's presence, set the bucket down and removed a strand of loose hair from her face.
"Well, maybe you should do it!" She paused, realizing she was talking to Ubbe, son of Ragnar Lothbrok.

"I-I apologize, I just, am not very good at this."

"It is alright," Ubbe paused. "i don't except being a slave to be easy."

It was silent after that. Ubbe, by that point, was just staring dreamily at her. He had never seen anyone like her before, her clothes were sagged and almost too large for her petite structure. Her eyes were a hard shade of e/c and she seemed more gentle and kind than most girls he's met. And he was Viking, you put the pieces together.
Although she was a slave, he wanted her to feel like she wasn't the best way possible, he wanted to know her, and one day make her his wife.

"What is your name?" He asked.

The slave girl hesitated before speaking, "Y/n."

Even her name suited her just right. He had a million questions buzzing through his busy head, and somehow, the most random and head turning one seemed to fall out.
"Are you a virgin?"

"Of course not."

He was taken aback.

"Oh, Did I offend you?"

The beauty scoffed before filling up the pig trough with scraps. "You? Offend me, your one of Ragnarssons, and I am a slave. There is no offending a slave." She paused. "i'm already being held at my will."

"Do you not enjoy being a slave for such royalty?"

She stopped, and furrowed her eyebrows. Ubbe hadn't realized the idiotic thing he had just remarked to the young wild flower, and had noticed the tinge of pain in her weary yet gorgeous eyes. "Enjoy?"

Ubbe suddenly looked confused, not knowing how he had hurt the slave girl.

"You know what I'd like to enjoy, freedom. It does not matter whether you serve for the hand of the king or a horny drunken man, no woman enjoys being a slave, slavery has no freedom, slavery has no life, Ubbe."

"Guess you can offend a slave." she said before motioning to walk away. But Ubbe stopped to girl in her tracks grabbing her by the hand and leaning against the side of the slaughter house.
"I'm sorry, Y/n."

She was up for no apology, but she was a slave and had to pretty much obey everything he said. He gripped her hand with force before giving her a tilted smirk.

She couldn't help but smile a little at the attractive Viking. He resembled his father in ways everyone could see.
"Y/n, join me at the raiding feast."

She nodded. And turned the the way, walking back to her duties.

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"Ubbe, who's your pretty little friend?" Ivar remarked with a snarky smirk.
Around the table sat Aslsug and the rest of Ragnarssons.

Y/n sat quietly, barely nibbling on a piece of bread, she would've stuffed her face full but just felt to uncomfortable.

"This is Y/n, mother, brothers."

"A slave?" An annoyed tone released from Aslaug's mouth.

Ubbe nodded. "Problem mother?"

Aslaug shook her head.
"Delicate little thing, isn't she?" Hvitserk commented with a chuckle.

"And beautiful." Ivar said, as he slowly leaned forward in his chair. Ivar ran his fingers along her skin soft face, y/n flinched as the cripple licked his thumb and wiping away a smudge of dirt below her cheek.
"Ivar, stop." Ubbe ordered.

"She is a slave Ubbe, not your girlfriend, I can do whatever I please with her." Ivar shot back.

"Not unless I say so."

Ivar removed his hand and slumped back in his chair with a scoff. There was visible tension between the brothers, Ivar giving his eldest brother a down stare while Ubbe slowly crumbled a piece of bread between his two fingers and kept his eyes directly on Ivar.

"Fine, keep her. I prefer my trash a little cleaner."

"Ivar!" Aslaug shouted. "quiet."

"I don't have to. I am a man, I may do and say whatever I want." Ivar announced.

Sigurd snorted.

For the remainder of the time, it was quiet, very quiet, no one spoke.
Y/n drank a sip of mead, while sitting as still as anyone could be. "Mother excuse me." Ubbe took Y/n by the hand and escorted her away for the tenuous scene, and around to the stables.

"I apologize." He breathed, "ivar's just jealous of everything."

She chuckled, "Well, he should be, a man like you."

"You must be growing on me."

"just a little." she teased.

In the moment, Ubbe's chest was pressed up against her, lips too close.
"Y/n," he whispered against her cheek. He kissed her, backing her up against the wall and beginning to undress her, but she stopped him. "Not here." she whispered.
Ubbe smirked. And taking Y/N by the hand, led her to a nearby stable post.

pt. 2?