Vikings Imagines

Your Brother Slapping You and Hvitserk Gets Protective (Requested)

As you turned to leave the Dining Hall, your brother yanked you back by your arm as the force made you bump against him.

"You are to listen to me, (Y/N)." Your brother said, his voice dangerously low. "You are not going anywhere with that cripple and his brother."

Your knuckles turned white from clenching too hard, and you gritted your teeth from the effort to remain silent but you could not. 

This was not the first time your brother demanded you to stay away from Hvitserk and his brothers and you were tired of it.

"No." You replied, tersely.

Your brother momentarily widened his eyes. "What did you say?"

"I said no and I am going with them to sail west." You pressed as you glared angrily at your brother. "I am going to accompany my husband."

Your brother inhaled sharply and all the sudden, you felt a stinging pain on your left cheek that made you stumble backwards and brought tears to your eyes.

The Hall grew quiet as the slap echoed across the room and everyone turned to look at the two of you.

"Touch her again and see if I don't cut off both your hands and feed them to the wolves." Hvitserk dared as he instantly came in between you and your brother.

Before you could protest, Hvitserk grabbed onto your hand and tugged you to him and as he firmly held onto your hand beside you, you could see that underneath all his clothes, his muscles were tensing.

"Are you really in the position to threaten me, Ragnarsson?" Your brother mocked, glowering up at Hvitserk. "I'm only looking out for my little sister."

Hvitserk stepped closer to where your brother stood as his free hand threateningly grazed the handle of his dagger. "I could care less, niðingr. You lay a finger upon my wife, I'll send you to the lowest pits of Hel."