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:1747 A/N: Never saw this idea before. Thought I might try it out. See what you think.
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Ivar nor did his family, think there was anyone like him. All of them thought he was to crawl on the earth alone. Until you appeared.
Your father (who was an excellent craftsmen) created a wagon you could move in. Your legs were stretched out in the space and the back wheels were just big enough to control. You had come from Harald's kingdom. Forever you were hidden in the confines of your hut. Your father feared you would be killed, you couldn't pull your weight like others your age could.
Therefore, when he heard of Ivar Ragnarsson, he believed you could have a better life, you had a chance to be somebody.
For a cripple, you were pretty, or that's what some thought. You kept your (H/C) hair short so it wouldn't catch in the wheels, wore long dresses to hide your thin legs and had eyes that held a blue hue from time to time.
A laughter rang through the docks as your father carried you in his arms. You threatened to jump from his hold and to the wagon your brother, Tate, was holding over his shoulder.
"Hurry, hurry, I want to meet him!" You squealed, making your mother's lips curl into a content smile.
Finally, Tate set down your wagon with a laboured huff. He looked down on you with a protective light in his eyes before your father set you down. With struggle -because you were not yet used to it- you crawled over to the red painted wagon with carved tunes for happiness, health and protection.
"Up you come!" Tate said enthusiastically, before coiling his hands under your arms. Thus, dropping you inside with the cushions and furs that decorated it.
Your family couldn't hold in their joyous laughter as they saw you race down the docks, weaving through the people. For the first time you were amongst your brothers and sisters, you were free to roam Kattegat.
"Don't stray too far from the great hall!" your father called worriedly.
"I won't!" you screamed back, unable to kill the smile gracing your features. Your eyes were fixated on the path before you, it was all brown but the spots of colour gifted it with a sense of authenticity. This was all that you wanted.
In a rush, you searched for the sons of Ragnar. Ivar would most probably be with them you suspected. And you were correct.
Ivar sat on the porch with his brothers. Hvitserk was digging his sword into the mud again and again. Sigurd was scanning his eyes over the new faces crowding the streets and Ubbe smiled in Margrethe's direction, wondering of what he would be doing that night.
It was calm, with the distant chatter and calls for sales. That was until they heard a girl's giggles and a frantic voice fill the air.
