Just a few little imagines.
Add a little bit of oneshots.
May include a bit of Hvitserk, who knows.
Maybe throw in some of Heahmund.
I will be accepting requests.
It will always say completed, but I will still update on here now and then.
I'm not s...
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Once again your back was pressed to a tree. The bark scratched your flesh through your cheap dress. However, the open mouthed kisses and caresses of Hvitserk's hands, took away from the discomfort.
You were hidden amongst branches and leaves of the darkest green. A trail of saliva carved its way across your neck and collar bone. Unconsciously, forcing a smile from your plump lips. While he loved you in actions, not words. You raked your hands through his dirty blonde hair, savouring the feel of him. He made you drunker with pleasure than the strongest ale. He pushed you past the line of want, to need.
"So beautiful" he breathed against your (S/T) skin.
You couldn't help but shudder beneath him. Heavy panting and the thirst of lust clawed at your throat. But, you only had a short time until people would notice your disappearance. Therefore, you would not engage in his favoured dance.
Quiet moans and whispers of more echoed in his ears, edging him further until the insistent calls of his brother sounded. Ubbe, always there to ruin his fun.
A puff of air escaped his lips in frustration. He wanted more of you. Wanted to take you on the earth. But, he refused his fantasies the pleasure of reality. Hvitserk reluctantly pulled away, still keeping his arms coiled around your waist.
"I have to leave..." he mumbled.
"I know, but you can find me. I'll always be here".
At that he placed a chaste kiss to your lips, before attempting to pull away. Needing more than a taster, as he fingers were just about to leave your own, you pulled him back. A sharp breath of surprise was forced down his throat as you pushed your lips against his. You obtained a certain rhythm he couldn't replicate with any other woman.
He pulled you closer by placing his hands either side of your head. Your aching neck was craned upwards to meet him. But, like always, it was washed away by his powerful disposition. He wasn't the most attractive of men. However, there was something about him that dragged you to his side. Eventually, leading some to spend a night in his bed. It didn't exactly go like that for you. It took him a month or two before he could proceed to that stage.
"I. Love. You" you whispered, pausing between each word to add emphasis. Your noses just brushed each other's before he pecked your cheek.
"I love you too..." at those short yet meaningful words, he pulled away.
A cold loomed over you. Like without his touch, a warmth was lost. You continued to watch him until he disappeared behind the tree line. Was it sad to say you were nothing without him? For you were only a slave. And he was the son of your rulers.
