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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Words: 3028 A/N: A long one, finally. I have loads to come, don't worry, they are all listed as the next chapters. There are a solid five. I would also love some requests. To see what you guys like and would want to see. Do you like the dark stuff like me? Or do you want anything specific? I most likely won't do smut. I don't like writing it, it makes me uncomfortable. If you don't like that, just know... I always put myself first. I won't cave and do it because people pressure me to.
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Dainty, timid, little (Y/N). Daughter to Queen Aslaug. She was set on that being so after she adopted you as her own. She taught you to be intellectual around those who didn't even think with half a brain. She wanted someone like her, graceful, a true lady. You were to be no shieldmaiden, she forbid it. And she forbid any relationship more than platonic between you and her biological sons, especially Ivar, her favourite. However, that was near to impossible.
You were still young, thirteen years old, just a few months older but than Ivar.
You had all begun to grow. You with your breasts and figure in general. While the boys did the same. But, they acted more like idiots than the men they thought they were. Still swinging swords around, but iron instead of wood. Still fighting trivial arguments but as grown boys. You would think they would act like their age, considering their status. But, that was not case.
Today, was one of the days you relished. You sat with them all, outside the small hut that was isolated from Kattegat. You sat against the wooden fence beside Ubbe while Hvitserk ate, Sigurd practiced his oud and Ivar attempted to sleep. You could tell he was having a hard time in doing so. Sigurd -although he was practicing hard- he still couldn't pull a tune from the instrument. By now, his brothers and sister were praying for silence.
"That's beautiful brother, but shouldn't you give it a rest?" You suggested, granting a relieved expression from your siblings.
"Forever" Ivar then mumbled. Ubbe, Hvitserk and you then rolled your eyes. Here it came.
As they thought, you played with Ubbe's fingers. Intertwining them with your own and fiddling them on your lap. It was idle and meant nothing to yourself.
You didn't notice the silence that drowned you while you did so. Your brothers were focused on you. Unlike yourself, they never knew of your adoption. Making you their blood sister in their own minds.
Therefore, they could barely comprehend the thoughts they had of you. Ivar as well could plead guilty.
Finally realising there was no argument taking place. You looked up, to just about see their faces whip to the sides, anywhere but yourself.
"What is wrong?" You questioned, ultimately dropping Ubbe's hand.
But, in reply, they only coughed and averted their gazes further. They didn't want you to know about their deepest desires, the sweetest taboo. And the thing with this taboo was, it only got worse as you got older.
