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: 1154 A/N: I hope you enjoy it. This is another request. You will know whether they are open or not via my bio.
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You were graceful. Your sword broke through flesh as if air. Meanwhile, an expression of excitement coated your features. Your (H/C) hair was held up, strands integrated with braids splattered with blood. Your fair (S/T) skin was stained with spots of crimson and your eyes lit up with an unfathomable fire.
Heahmund was still amongst the cries of battle, the dance of death. He was entranced by your very being. Never had a woman caused such a desire to stir in his body. For he was a man of God, lover of humans spiritually. However, your strong frame almost made his lust innate, he couldn't deny such a thing. Everything around Heahmund seemed to blur and slow, contradicting his rapid heart beat. It was like you were an angel, your beauty was God-like. You were his messenger. And he knew what he was to do. That is before a white hot pain erupted from his back, and he fell to the mud.
A throb in your chest stopped you, it pulled you to turn, to look. You gazed amongst the roaring men, who were once your brothers and sisters. Hvitserk and Ivar... You knew them well. They were your friends, now you were loyal to Lagertha and she expected to have them killed, cut down the bad seed or the whole crop will wither.
"Retreat!" You heard Harald scream, again and again before his army had disappeared. You could no longer see the green grass. It was stained with red and layered with once brave warriors. Slowly, you crept around, respectful of the dead as you allowed your heart to lead you.
"Christian?" You questioned silently, when you saw Heahmund laying face down before you. In that moment, your mind recalled the Bishop from England. He was strong, he intimidated many. His skills were extraordinarily. Therefore, you didn't the doubt the reason why Ivar brought him.
Carefully, you crouched by his side, not moving him while you tried to study every feature. You didn't want to disturb his body. Well, that was thought until slight breaths exited his mouth.
"Over here!" You exclaimed, quickly turning him over in the process.
His features took your breath away. He was beautiful, wasted as a Christian. You had already heard of the priest's chastity and the oaths they swore to their God. Lagertha explained it to you. However, you couldn't say you were any better. Your mother, as her dying wish, begged you to remain a virgin until marriage. You didn't understand the reason, but you kept her promise none the less. And now, you believed he was the reason.
Cautiously, you pushed a few dark strands of hair away from his face. Captured by his appearance before your Queen approached.
"You've done well (Y/N), leave us" she praised you before dismissal. Therefore, making you bow your head and reluctantly leave the Bishop. While walking away, you witnessed the killing intent growing behind Ubbe as he looked down on Heahmund. The reason for such a thing was obvious, he did in fact have him as a enemy. And he had an opportunity to be rid of him. I guess like yourself, he could sense something not right. But, you deemed both your problems to have a large difference.
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You ended up bringing him back to camp. He was barely alive when you picked him up. His breaths came put shallow and small, and the only sound he would make was a groan in pain. You didn't pity him, all have to fall someday.
When he was sat down, secluded from your allies and unable to move. You approached him with a long stick. You were thoughtful, had brought it from him so he had some support while walking. You didn't think Lagertha would think the same. He may be a great warrior but still human.
"Have you come to taunt me" he said, his voice so grand it was more like an announcement than a question. But, you didn't understand.
"I have this" you explained with a light curl of your lips.
As you held out the stick. Did Heahmund then notice who you were. The angel from the battle field.
His expression remained blank as he looked up at you. Feeding the idea that he didn't comprehend and was confused.
"I can't speak English..." you worried silently. That is before something came to your head.
You pulled up a finger to single one moment. You then began to walk toward him with the stick, imitating the limp he would have. When you reached him, you held it out with a wider smile.
Heahmund couldn't help but laugh, even if it was only small, it remained genuine.
"Thank you" he said softly a chuckle remaining in his speech while surprising you with the fact that he could speak your language.
"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm such a fool" you apologised as you rubbed the back of your neck in an embarrassed manner.
"No... Not at all. Quite the opposite really" he announced.
"How?",
At his words, you crossed your legs and sat down beside him. Despite the wandering eyes trailing to you both.
"I saw you fight, it was majestic" he mused, turning his head toward you slightly to capture your beauty once again.
"You too, I saw you while I was in England",
Heahmund stiffened. Not due to you explaining you raided his home (strangely enough). But, that he could've killed you. It brought to light you were still enemies in the eyes around you. However, in your (E/C) orbs, he could see something more than friendship and hate. A love that had yet to be gifted to the world. But, he was unable to reciprocate such a thing.
"Why did you leave?" He wondered.
"Well I think you could understand, I was a beautiful woman amongst many men. Plus, I made a promise",
"And what promise was that?",
"To remain chaste until marriage, I do not know why my mother made me swear such a thing. But now, I believe it has something to do with you, Bishop Heahmund" you spoke until you decided to reveal no more. Thus, standing and leaving Heahmund to sit in silent contemplation.
His name rolled off your tongue like the sweetest of tunes. He was already drunk on your existence and you had barely spoken. And the fact you were still a virgin... It honestly surprised him. Lagertha had explained how they never felt guilt for praising the body and soul. Yet, you half-willingly decided to do only one of those things.
His love for you swelled in his chest. He was bewitched by you. At first, he thought it to be Heathen magic, witchcraft. However, you were far from harmful outside battle. You were young, different and a bit clumsy, despite your occupation. You were perfect, and would forever be his secret angel.
