Vikings Imagines

Gentle Viking-Ubbe Ragnarsson

Summary: requested by anonymous:'Could you do a Ubbe imagine where he raids your kingdom and he sees you fighting back he likes that you're trying too so when he and his brothers take over, he decides to keep you and marry you. Thank you.'

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Violence, fighting

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Screams of the innocent and guilty rang throughout the kingdom. Fearsome battle cried as well as laughter mocked those trying to fight back. It was a bloodbath, my people were being massacred. The brutes that called themselves 'Vikings' began to raid my lands, striking down anyone who would get in their way. And what was my father, the ruler, doing about it all? He was cowering away in our big castle.

"Father, why haven't you done anything to help our people?!" I demanded to know as I stormed up to him.

"Be quiet girl. You know nothing of battles or war." he snapped back as e observed his servants collecting all of his previous belongings.

"Neither do you apparently."

"You would be wise to hold your tongue. Do as I say, collect anything of value before escaping."

"I will not be running away! Unlike you, I am going to do something about all of this." With that, I turned around to walk about, already planning what to do.

"See if I care. You are of no importance to me."

To any other daughter, hearing those words escape their father's lips would break them; however, I hated my father, he was the worst man in the entire world, worse than the vikings. My mother was one of his many wives, all of whom were now dead. My half-brothers and half-sisters were not close to him either, and before he carted them off to marry for power, we were all very much close. I was the youngest, the last one that would be married, though I doubted that father would even consider arranging that for me anymore.

Stripping out of my gown and into somthing much more suitable for fighting, I re-thought everything. I was a good fighter but I had watched how the vikings fought, they were born for this. Pushing the negative thoughts aside, I gathered my weapons, taking deep, steady breaths to ensure that my heart would not burst out of my chest.

Whilst making my way towards the fighting, a few of our guards joined me; they were sworn to protect me but I ordered them otherwise. Leading them out of the castle, we were met with a scene of confusion, fear and bravery. Out men tried the best they could to defend our lands, protect our people. However these ferocious vikings had the upper hand and they were not going to let that slip.

Yelling out at the top of my lungs, I charged first, my men immediately following after. Although I put my all into fighting these vikings, I seemed to tire quickly. They were very strong, stronger than five of us out together, yet I continued; they would not defeat me, not ever.

There was no telling how long we had been fighting for. My attacks were becoming sloppy, aiming was off. It was a miracle I was still alive. A fearsome battle cry erupted above the others, capturing everyone's attention. Following everyone's gazes, my eyes landed upon a viking man holding my now dead father's head. The opposition cheered and I almost joined them. There was no remorse, no guilt, no sadness. It was a....a pleasing sight.

"Here's the princess!" one of them exclaimed, grabbing me as well as another man.

I screamed at them as I struggled."Let go of me you bastards!"

"Stop!" a different viking shouted as a sword was held to my throat.

Where were my men when I needed them most? Oh yes, they were either dead or cowards.