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The Request: A request for Ubbe with the following prompt: "You just can't hear it because you don't believe in Santa." - "Hear what?" - "The bell!" Author's Notes | Some people are just "untouched" by the Christmas Spirit... Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Kindergarten Teacher! Reader Info | Modern AU, prompts designed by for 2019's Holiday Event Words |1170 ⁑ Warnings: None
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Last day of classes in Y/N school.
Ubbe longed for that time of the year like her children for vacations and holiday times. It was the time when she was really free for them to enjoy together, make trips, know new places or only discover new ways to be comfortable on his couch while watching Netflix and eating some leftovers from the family parties.
But that was it for him. Stay with her and enjoy her presence was all the magic of that time of the year. Ubbe was never really touched by things like Christmas' gifts or stuff like Santa Claus. He kept the secret for his brothers, but he was the one who came into his father's room to give him back the fake beard he had forgotten where was hidden in Hvitserk's third Christmas party... And it wasn't a great thing for him. He could remember his father was fully shocked and tried to start building some fantastic explanation but all he said was "I knew did since I was four and it was never a problem, dad" and since then, he became his father's little man and that was it.
Nothing really big.
However, Y/N was a kindergarten teacher by vocation. Her profession was a call and she was completely involved with everything that was connected to children. Not to say she was a child by herself, laughing and waving to his father as if he was the real Santa the first time Ragnar got dressed for the kids of the house. First, Ubbe thought she was just getting into the play for the kids - like he used to do for Sigurd and Ivar after him - but then, he slowly understood she really liked and felt the magic of those moments like a child and Christmas was something really intense in her life.
She wouldn't open the Santa Claus letters of her class but post them properly to the "Santa Claus Address" the post office of their city opened every year; she would make cookies and milk and leave it at the kitchen and swear by god there was a cookie missing in her table next morning and the milk was touched! And it was Santa! No matter how milky was the smell of Ubbe's beard on Christmas morning or how Hvitserk was completely schooled on stealing her cookies unnoticed... It was Santa Claus and period.
