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:1170 A/N: I've failed to find a Margrethe imagine here on Wattpad, so here we go. Hope you enjoy.
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The whole of Kattegat knew who Margrethe was. She was the infamous thrall the Ragnarssons took to bed, with their sister's disapproval, your's to be exact. However, those were only rumours. The parts being true was that she shared a bed with your brothers. But, for you, she was special. You loved her.
The thrall would visit you in the middle of the night, unbeknownst to your brothers. The blonde would step closer to your cot with a growing smile as you watched her undress. You were snuggled up in the furs, studying her every curve while she shed her layers. To you, she was utterly beautiful.
You loved the way her nose sloped, how her blonde hair would curl around your finger, her ambition and how it fuelled her actions. You desired to give her everything. The wish to free her and be her partner for long life was almost innate. The slave had branded her very being into your soul and nothing could stop her.
As you laid together, your legs intertwined and eyes deep in infatuation. She would tell you of her goals and dreams. Margrethe could see the malice plaguing your eyes when she spoke of your brothers. It was there and clear as the days sun. But, you ignored it and cherished your time together.
Whispers of 'I love you' were carried through the wind, the words danced in your mind every moment. And only grew louder at the dinner table, where Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd were free to grope your lover.
"It's not my fault they're all touchy feely" Margrethe moaned as you hid in a deserted corner of Kattegat.
She was safely in your arms and fiddling with the accessories of your dress. Your soft lips were placed lightly against the crown of her head and for once, she felt content.
"And it's not my fault either" you replied. With that, a deep sigh escaped her lips.
"Then why don't you do it too, since you love me so much" she bit back, pushing off you with frustration dripping from her lips.
"My mother-",
"My mother will think this, my mother will think that. It's always your excuse",
"Well, its the truth. What will my brother's think? They will be hurt, especially Ubbe... You know how he feels for you" you said, close to tears in the process.
"But, I love you, I only feel those things for you" she smiled coyly, cupping your cheeks in her warm yet calloused hands.
The fact she was just there with you sent pleasurable shivers dancing across your body. You wanted to take her, then and there. However, you refrained from doing so considering both of your reputations.
"I know... I know" you whispered while taking her shivering form into your embrace.
Margrethe lightly pressed her head to your bosom and found comfort in the sound of your heartbeat. She was using your brothers. And Ubbe was going to make her a free woman, a princess, possibly a queen. Then, she could have you as she pleased with no questioning.
When she pulled away, she suddenly pinned you to a wall of a nearby hut and captured your lips with her own. You moved with a heated passion no one but you two could comprehend. This was all you wanted. You wanted to show affection to her with no disgusted looks or silenced gossip.
While you were trapped in the moment. You both failed to realise Sigurd (your twin) watching you both. He was in awe, he never would've guessed you and the thrall had something similar to his own relationships. But, being there prior to listen in, he noticed how he wasn't using Margrethe, none of them were, she was using them. All except you of course.
Walking to the great hall, you couldn't deny the growing smile gracing your lips. It was full of reminiscing and care. Placing your fingers to your mouth, you could still feel the tingle blessing your soft flesh. This would work. Those were you thoughts.
However, once you entered the well lit hall, did you look up to see four brothers sitting with their eyes fixed in your direction. It had you curious as well as nervous. The look in their matching blue orbs spooked you.
"Hello (Y/N), did you have fun?" Ivar questioned as he fought the chuckle rising up his throat.
"I don't understand" you scoffed, then closing the distance between you and your family.
You had a small inkling to an idea as to what they meant. However, you drew a false, blank expression and sat with them anyway.
"A little bird told us you've been close with our thrall" Ivar added.
He was answered with silence. Your heart was racing, drumming against your chest and lungs. Thus, you felt as if you couldn't breathe. They knew. And it was clear they did.
All your brothers watched you go stiff in your chair with your eyes flickering from one to the other. That's when they concluded that Sigurd was right. They had doubts at first. You were their sister, a cardboard copy of your mother (who you loved dearly), you would do nothing to disappoint her. Yet, there you sat, unable to lie out of your relationship with Margrethe.
"Have you slept with her yet?" Ubbe asked, jumping into the conversation.
You looked at him with pity sitting behind your (E/C) orbs. And he couldn't believe it. He sat back, awestruck of the silent answer you had fed him. Words weren't enough.
"I'm so... so sorry" you whimpered before pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. You didn't want to cry, not because of who you loved or what you had done. You had no regrets.
"I didn't want any of you to know" you said further. Hvitserk could hear the sob rising from your stomach like bile, it was acid burning behind your eyes. Betraying your morals was one thing, but your family was a whole different story.
Without being able to watch on, Hvitserk raised from his chair and pulled you into his chest. You were reluctant at first. However, you soon gave in and fell into his familial warmth. Your fingers curled around his tunic while his hand stroked your (H/C) hair down. Margrethe had captured you all, just you deeper than your siblings.
"It's okay, you've done nothing wrong. I forgive you" he whispered against your ear. That's all you needed to let your cries echo throughout the hall. The Ragnarssons hated the sound, especially Sigurd. Therefore, they trapped you in a group hug as you wailed into exhaustion.
It wasn't your fault. Ubbe understood, Hvitserk too. But, Sigurd and Ivar took time. They had to admit, they never saw you in the same light. No one spoke of it if it could be avoided and they definitely didn't tell their mother. All siblings would just have to get used to the thrall being shared by five.
