Vikings Imagines

The Quiet One (Part 2)

Summary: After being subjected to marrying Halfdan, (Y/N) withers away, her bright, kind personality suddenly disappearing. She watched as Halfdan ignores her, both of them wallowing in sadness over what could have been a good marriage.

Characters: Halfdan x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

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A week had passed since the wedding. Halfdan and I avoided each other as much as possible. He would always be out every night doing who knows what and stumble in at early hours of the morning. I didn't really care though. It wasn't like we were happily married, we never even looked at each other let alone be intimate. Would things ever change? Or was I going to be stuck like this forever?

As I laid our breakfast out on the table, Halfdan walked in, immediately digging into the meal. I sat across from him, eating mine with a few more manners. As usual, nothing was said. It was the same everyday; I did everything a wife should do whilst he went out and had all the fun. I hadn't seen my friends in a while, it was starting to get lonely. The silence was broken when Ubbe and Sigurd had turned up at my door, walking in right after they knocked. I smiled, relieved that someone was here to rescue me, even if it was for a few minutes.

"What brings you two here today?" I asked as they joined us at the table.

"You haven't seen Margrethe in a while, she is starting to grow concerned." Ubbe explained.

"I have been meaning to see her."

"We are all going out to train today. Will you join us Halfdan?" Sigurd asked.

"Yes. I need to get out of this house."

My smile disappeared at his comment and my friends saw that. Only a few minutes later, we were finished, following the brothers to their training grounds. Margrethe was waiting just before the edge of the forest, embracing me tightly as I almost ran up to her. She knew how much I needed that, not receiving any devotion for some time. We trailed behind the men, linking arms.

"Why haven't I seen you around the village?" She asked me.

"I don't leave the house because I'm scared. I feel that I constantly need to make sure that the house is clean and that there is enough food for us, not to mention actually cooking it. If I don't do that, I'm scared that Halfdan will get angry and do....something."

"(Y/N), I didn't realise. I would have come to help if I had known."

"It's alright. I've got used to the loneliness, in more ways than one."

"You mean, you don't have sex?"

"We've never had sex, not that I really want to. He's out for the whole night, I know what he's doing; a man cannot go long without a woman to warm his bed."

"He didn't bed you on your wedding night?"

"No. Apparently I was too drunk. I only did that to make it quick and easy."

Margrethe knew there was nothing she could say to make me feel any better. We walked the rest of the way in silence. Once we reached the training grounds, Hvitserk, Ivar and Harald were already fighting, as well as some other men and shieldmaidens. Margrethe and I were going to take a stroll through the forest, staying close to them just in case. Neither of us learnt how to fight, I knew I would be useless anyway.

"(Y/N)! So good to see you." Hvitserk beamed, hugging me.

"You too, Hvitserk."

As I pulled away from him, my eyes drifted to my husband, who seemed to be getting close to one of the shieldmaidens. She seemed to be enjoying it too. I didn't blame him. I was a boring, frightened young woman who could hardly wield a small knife. Of course he would go for someone like her. He loved bloodshed and fighting. The total opposite to me.