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:293 A/N: I saw this gif and thought this would be a cute little Ubbe and Ivar moment. Who would agree?
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"You want her" Ubbe announced, knowing what his younger brother thought as you crossed the square.
"I do not" Ivar spat.
"I am not a fool, I have eyes... She is quite a woman" Ubbe admired, training his eyes over your every curve before he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Ivar had quickly swung his fist at his older brother. He didn't want to hear over men's ideas of you. He didn't want to recall that you would choose a well suited man over himself.
"I know that!" Ivar seethed as his fists were tightening, almost causing his nails to break the skin of his palms.
Oh he wanted you, he couldn't deny that. You were perfect, a creature obviously blessed by Freya.
Your (H/C) hair hung loose around your beautiful face, accentuating your glowing, (E/C) orbs. He wanted to drown in them, despite his haunting fear of water, which made it ironic. He feared drowning, yet with you, he felt like he was already underwater, fighting for the pleasure of breath.
"Then why not take her?" He questioned, nudging Ivar's shoulder with his own.
"Ubbe... Do you truly believe someone like (Y/N) would spare a second glance my way, let alone love me.... I know how she will feel",
"No, you don't-" Ubbe counteracted. He then took the liberty to forcefully jab his finger at Ivar's temple. "-That is only what you think, Ivar Ragnarsson, prince of Kattegat does not doubt himself" Ubbe said. He voice was grand and motivating, pumping his brother's head with scenarios where you might actually consider him to hold your heart. It was unlike what he thought before.
"Thanks Ubbe..." Ivar mumbled, to then feel his older brother ruffle his hair.
