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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Words: 3225 A/N: This was my first request. I hope you enjoy it. I honestly had fun writing it. Thankfully, it got deleted but came back this morning. However, there was only half of the content. Therefore, I had to rewrite some of it. I hope it's okay. Please comment and vote. Don't forget REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
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Some would think, having your home invaded by Vikings and killing everyone you knew would be a bad thing. Well, it was to the other girls taken into slavery. But no, not you.
That day, you were to be sent to death. Burnt at the stake as the witch you were. The flood wasn't entirely your fault, the boys should've stopped when you told them to. However, fear blinds people, it makes them ignorant and close minded. You had the scars to prove it. A 'W' branded on your neck to make people aware, you were the devils whore. Yet, that never made sense since you were still chaste... You couldn't even say the same for the priest of your church.
The Vikings didn't understand the girls reaction to you. On the boat you were loaded, like cattle you were jabbed at and rounded into the corner. All the girls shuffled as far as they could from you. And even worse, they feared the weather. It was sunny yet a grey pall descended from the heavens, it masked what little sunlight they had. You were happy, relieved. Even though it was a bittersweet moment, you could barely taste the sour flavour of your situation.
To keep themselves busy, the girls sang your little rhyme. It was better than wallowing and losing all faith.
Beware beware The witch of (Y/N) hair She'll kill your children Make you plate bare Hide your husband Hide your lover For the whore of the devil Will have them to covet
Again and again it repeated. It rang in your ears as an ever haunting tune. Thankfully, you were able to refrain from allowing the sky to drown in darkness. No lightening came and no wave threatened to sink you.
None of the Northmen could understand what they were singing. Only that there was something wrong with you. You kneeled beside the edge of the boat. Your clothes were smothered in dirt and unlike the other girls, your hair hung loose in grease. You were unkept, didn't cry, not a tear was shed and you hardly struggled. Obedient was what you was, and they would get a lot from you. The pretty face you possessed, the long hair and submissive nature. It was good enough for the Queen of Kattegat, more likely for her sons.
You had to be feeble and timid. Let everything wash through you. While the world was water, you were a rock, your job was to fork the path, let it through you and pass peacefully. It helped, greatly in fact.
Wherever you were going. You sensed it would be different. No fire, no punishment... Unless you stepped out of line.
