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.
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Words: 589 A/N: Last request until I close them. If you want to do so, I'll only be leaving them open for another hour. It will always say in my bio whether they are open are not.
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Margrethe was beside you, talking of Lagertha terribly, of how she was weak and no better than a fool. However, you loved her for it. She didn't remain inside the Queen's power, she was no longer susceptible to the persuasion of others. She thought for herself. Knowing exactly what she wanted before creating a plan and ultimately taking it. While you sat, drinking in every spec of meaning behind her words. Tove, like her lover Hvitserk, sat silently as she ate and drank her fill of mead. She wasn't a petite woman, chubby in the right places with thick thighs, waist and calves. However, her features were Feminine. She held a grace no one would think she would posses at first glance. Her chestnut hair leisurely tumbled over her breasts, with its signature straight nature. Unlike yours and Margrethe's which was wavy to an extent.
Suddenly, Ivar and Hvitserk entered, their lips coiled in set frowns. Therefore, they were different and that would result in obedience later that night.
You and Tove sent knowing glances to each other before nodding. Margrethe huffed a sigh of what you assumed to be jealousy (due to Ubbe not being there), as you both sat upon your lovers. They caressed at your skin. Ivar stroked the side of your breast with his thumb, leaning his head on your shoulder as you side-saddled his lap. A quirk of a genuine smile painted his face as you raked your fingers through his hair. It was greasy but you didn't mind, you couldn't say you looked the best either.
"What is wrong?" You asked, pulling away from him slightly to catch a glimpse of his face.
A huff of frustration forced itself from his lips before he raised to face you. His bags were prominent, meaning a deep black when he looked up at you, his expression fatigued.
"People... People are wrong" he mumbled. To have his brother release a chuckle and raise his cup in agreement, one Tove probably gave him to calm his nerves.
"Why? What has happened?" Tove asked.
All the while, Hvitserk pecked at the flesh decorating her jaw, neck, shoulder and collar bone.
"Another day, another battle. Makes me regretful we didn't just leave England alone" Hvitserk laughed, masking his disappointment with humour. But, he done terribly at doing so. No laughter rang through the tent, just deep sighs.
"This was all Bjorn's idea, this raid is just to boost his ego" Ivar mumbled for only you to hear, placing sweet kisses to you temple before nibbling at your earlobe. You squirmed above him, fighting to keep in moans of pleasure, even if small. Ivar had an influence over you body.
"Do not worry... However-" you looked to the people in the room, becoming aware of what you were to say. "You would have power over a large portion of the army, you proved your worth with your strategy. Meaning if you held them back, discreetly of course... That would be a huge blow to his ego... Don't you think?" You convinced, to slowly watch a smile curl over Ivar's lips.
"This is why I love you" He growled. He then suddenly grip your arse in his tight hold, forcing a gasp from your lips, one mingled with pain and pleasure.
For a moment Hvitserk and Margrethe looked over to you. Worry buried in their eyes. But, Tove knew what this was and she understood with that.
"And this is why I love you" you replied with a low giggle.
