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.
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Vikings raided and pillaged Wessex. Taking anything of value, burning the scrolls and writings of the Christians. They stole for their own personal desire. What selfish beings you were.
Hvitserk jumped from Ivar's chariot, allowing you to climb on beside him while he rode through the threshold. His roars of battle and laughter sparked your own playful giggles, you were in fact the daughter of Floki the Boatbuilder. And that sound, your voice, you. That's what was keeping Ivar sane. Your being beside him kept his anger in the embers, he felt like Odin with you as his lover.
Eventually, you dropped from the chariot to find your mother, Helga. Ever since your older sister had passed she couldn't entirely get over it, even after you were born. She wanted it to carry on like normal, she didn't want to start from scratch. Therefore, when you and your family went to the Mediterranean, you gained a sister. Tanaruz was a scared child, always clinging to your mother, leaving you with what was left over of her love. It felt like nothing. Thankfully, your father shared your distaste for the dark-skinned girl. She could not replace your sister and she only left little attention for yourself. Yes, you had Floki. But that maternal love was something you couldn't be deprived of for long.
Helga held the child close to her side. Tanaruz buried her head under her mother's arm, taking your original spot. Through the running and blood-lusting men, you caught with them both as they weaved through the destruction. On the left was Tanaruz and you on the right. In disposition you two couldn't be any more different. Plus, it didn't surprise you that she feared you like the men. You were told you held a fire that no woman possessed.
Scrolls and papers haunted the orange halls. And that's when panic grew. A pillar of wood, engulfed in flames fell before you all. The young child quickly cowered to the floor, your mother not far behind to give her comfort.
"You musts trust me-" Helga said soothingly, following it with an "I love you".
Your heart ached, but you could barely pay attention to such a thing, when the reflection in a blade caught your eye. On instinct, you dove for her, pushing your mother away as she gasped in fright.
A pain shot throughout your chest when the cold metal pierced your flesh. Blood of the deepest crimson stained your green dress, your (H/C) hair hung in knots and your bright (E/C) orbs glazed over with pain. You fell back to the floor. Your mother screamed to Asgard while she put pressure on your wounds. For once ignoring the stranger as she looked down on you with tear streaked cheeks.
"Floki!" She exclaimed, sobbing with a ferocity.
"Mama... Papa" you stuttered through the pain.
Quickly, Helga grabbed your hand and kissed it harshly. She didn't know if she would be able to get through it again.
It's my fault. She thought, placing your head on her lap and rocking you back and forth.
Eventually, Floki idly walked through the halls. Turning his head at the now burnt out sobs of his wife. Growing closer, he noticed Tanaruz sprawled out on the floor with a knife in her chest. And finally you. You seemed numb, unable to control your own body as you bled out. The clang of your father's sword caught your attention. Reluctantly, not by choice, you turned your head. Two out of the three people you cared deeply for, now were in your sights. They were to be you last shadows.
Your father shook his head subtly as the sobs threatened to break from his lips. He cupped your face, trying to capture you while still living.
"No... No, no, no (Y/N)" he mumbled out, his whole body quivering in the process.
"Stay with us" Helga cried. They continued to pray to the Gods. Hoping you would be on your feet soon, making your little dresses and laughing with Ivar. However, your eyes became dark, your chest ceased rise and fall. And the wails of your parents could be heard by many.
Ivar's stomach twisted and coiled. His instincts urging the thought, something's wrong. Into his mind.
This was proven when Floki emerged from the smoke. Helga had her hand covering her mouth, she could feel the bile scratching at her throat when she looked upon your lifeless form. Ivar's mind panicked. Ubbe, Björn, Hvitserk and Sigurd stood behind him. Knowing already what had happened. However, they knew their brother would sink into denial.
"(Y/N)..." he mumbled out, eventually making his voice clearer and more frantic when you didn't even stir in your father's arms.
"(Y/N)!" He screamed once again.
Was this another punishment? Is it because I am a cripple, I do not deserve any good? The way he thought sent him spiralling. Until two words, with the deepest meaning rang through his ears.
"She's gone... Ivar-" Floki announced sadly "She's in Valhalla".
