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:1410 A/N: Never written for Bjorn.... It made a nice change in my opinion. With so much Ivar I needed a variety.
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Your ageing hands were gently placed upon your skirt as you sat silently. You were with your husband in Kattegat. A place you adored when young. As you closed your eyes, you thought back to your earlier years. How soft your (S/T) skin was, how your (H/C) ringlets framed your face and how those (E/C) eyes you had used to be full of such light, such a brightness any man went blind. You were intelligent, and still was as you grew older. You had been able to keep your looks to a degree. However, you suspected that over time they would begin to wither, you could already feel your age.
While you scanned your eyes over the celebration taking place, you felt your husband's fingers curl over your hand. As a wife and woman, you loved him deeply. His rugged and mature features contradicted your own. But, you were both the same, led more with your hearts than minds. Only your hearts a fraction more though. As a girl, you loved another. He had to be someone you could never had, the world was so complicated you couldn't see such an unfair act until it fell upon you both.
Bjorn Ragnarsson had grown strong. His blonde hair only thinned slightly. But, he was still able to keep it is his original style. Thankfully, he didn't loose his build, he was still broad and stoic. The nature of his frame had many great men trembling unbeknownst to himself. And even if he managed to do that. He wasn't strong enough to stop what happened.
He could see you so clear in his mind's eye. You were a vision, one to behold.
How could I be so naive to think she would always be mine? He usually thought.
Every time his memory went blank. His inner voice screamed, pulling you back to the front of his head. How you laid beneath him, your (H/C) hair pooled under his heaving chest like a halo. Your (S/T) flesh was stained slightly with the grass as he pushed further into you. Your lips would curl in many expressions as liquid euphoria coursed through you both. Your nails clawed at his hard flesh, his mouth brought bruises to the surface of your skin, his teeth blessed you with love bites. With the scene came your breathy voice, moaning out his name as you rocked together amongst the earth, as one. It was his favourite night. You were sprawled across the ground for the whole world to see, your beautiful features illuminated by the moonlight. Nothing could compare once you were gone.
He thought you left him. That everything you had done was only a fool's game. He drowned his sorrow in women of all kinds. Until, his mother brought the truth to light. Guilt consumed him till he was numb. When cut in battle, he believed he deserved it. He wronged your trust and love on many occasions. And he would be childish to think you could forgive such a thing, he couldn't even forgive himself. It was before Torvi, before Porunn. And then... You were gone. Porunn was a distraction, as well as Torvi. They bared his children. And every time he looked upon them, he almost prayed to see a flicker of you hidden inside them, convincing himself it was too deep to witness.
