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:867 A/N: DEFINITELY not my best work. But, it's what I could accomplish. I hate being like this but, this is it. Therefore, I am sorry to the requester if it is not what you wanted. 😔
(Y/N/N) = Your NickName
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You watched your lover leave with a heavy heart. Your stomach turned with the pain of him slowly becoming smaller. And with the questions boiling in your mind, you were pushed further over edge. Would you see him again? Would he live? Or even worse; would you have to raise your child alone? At the thought, your hand unconsciously rose to the growing baby bump. And to your dismay, Aslaug didn't miss it.
With the wind lapping at your hair and clothing, your face grew colder. Forcing you to return home.
While you laid amongst the grey furs, you savoured the scent of him. And with that, came memories which would haunt you forever more. You were always one to worry. Anxiety was a friend considering how many times you were graced with its company.
With those darkened whispers of despair, you nuzzled your face further into the comfort of your bed as you repeated he will be fine over and over again like a mantra. He wouldn't be gone for long. Or that's what you hoped.
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He was dead. He had to be. Your daughter had already celebrated her third year and Ubbe wasn't there. He never knew he was missing such joyous moments. And sadly enough, she had inherited many of her fathers physical characteristics. Blonde hair adorned her head like tuffs and curls of soft gold. And with her chubby features, soft blue eyes accentuated her pale skin. She was just like the man you desired to forget.
You were stuck in a trance while she crawled closer to the open fire. A few seconds later and she would've burnt her small hand. However, you swooped in just in time to save her from such an immense pain.
"No little Svanhild-" You cooed in her ear as you sat her on your hip and crouched down. The heat of the dancing flames hit you, but it was bearable. "- you don't touch the fire, we don't want you to hurt, do we?". At that, the small girl frantically shook her head before you placed a feather light kiss on her forehead.
Suddenly, the winter wind infiltrated your small hut, causing the flame to flicker. Anger consumed you as well as fear in a violent concoction of emotion, then you whipped around to see him. His eyes went wide in shock when he caught the small girl in his sight. He was gone too long and that finally came to him when he saw the little angel.
Everything was silent.
He was home, it was still his hut. Therefore. He continued to make himself comfortable as you rested a sleepy Svanhild in her cot. A tense atmosphere drowned you both as it lodged in your throat. What were you going to say?
Your willingness to return to him was near to nonexistent at this point. Questions of worry no longer gnawed at the corner of your mind. No, it was only anger now. You were no longer the weak (Y/N) he knew and hopefully loved, because you doubted he loved you anymore.
"I thought you were never coming back" you spoke from the shadows while you knitted your arms together.
He was just across the room. Right there. Three years go you thought you would run into his arms. However, you refrained from doing so. It was too much.
"(Y/N/N) I-",
"Don't you (Y/N/N) me! Where we you?" You snapped with a raging fire sitting in your stomach.
"It's complicated" he began with a scoff from you as a reply.
"Nothing is complicated about it. You left and never came back. It's been years Ubbe... Years" you announced, emphasising your time apart. And he could hear the rage sewn into your voice as you boomed at him. Hvitserk said you were fine, that you would receive him with open arms. He must've been delusional to believe such a thing.
He was ripped from his thoughts when a sigh escaped your soft lips.
"I had to do it all alone. I don't need you now.... But-", Ubbe rose his head with hope. "She's your daughter. You're her father. Svanhild deserves this, not you".
With that, you gestured for him to follow as you walked further into the hut.
There he saw his little girl, the spitting image of his father he might say. The ice, blue eyes captured him as the babe looked up. She was so precious, so small. He found it hard to accept that she was his.
"She's so tiny" he murmured against your ear, fearing to startle his little shieldmaiden.
"Yes, she was so small, so weak I was scared I would have no one without her... I was wrong though, she's strong my little fighter".
"Yes, just like her mother" he said, turning to you with his lips curled into that soft, enchanting smile. You couldn't help but allow the blood to rush to your cheeks and with that, you flushed red.
"You should sleep, you need some rest" you returned with a hand cupping his cheek.
"Yes, I'll see if Hvitserk will take me",
"No... We're your family. You'll stay here. With Her... And with me".
