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The Request:A fiction for Ubbe or Björn with the following prompt: "Do you think red, or green ribbon, would look better on me?" Author's Notes | Yeah, the first thing I thought was a ribbon on his d... Well, my mind is too NSFW, so I decided to go against the tides and write something sweet! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Björn x Reader, Björnsðóttir Info | Modern AU, prompts designed by for 2019's Holiday Event Words |1176 ⁑ Warnings: More author's notes in the end! PLEASE READ IT.
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"Björn Ragnarsson!"
He almost smiled at your angry face and your hands on your waist, giggling inside of your frown while looking at you with his best arrogant face, as if your words weren't covered in the thickest reason of the world.
"How dare you to tell me you don't have a box to put under our tree for your own daughter with this naturality?" you said, exploding in a wave of anger that would be completely justified...
If he wasn't playing games with you, of course.
"Would you like me to lie?" he asked, mockingly. "I don't have a box. That's it. No boxes this year..."
"And that's what you'll tell our child? Is that it? No gifts from papa this year, honey. Just like that?" you spat back so beautifully furious.
If you only knew how much your anger was sexy for him.
"You heartless bastard! How can you still look at me with all this arrogance, you motherfucker! Go fucking buy your daughter's gift right now, Björn!" you yelled, punching his chest, furious with the way he was giggling at your punches, walking back to avoid them to become too strong.
He was playing with you. He had to be.
"You jerk! I'll call Lagertha and tell her the bitchy bastard she raised has no gift to her granddaughter this year! What do you think of this, uh, Mr. Father of the Year!?"
"Hey... haha... Calm down, Y/N, for god's sake, of course, I have a gift to Y/D/N. Jez... I just couldn't decide which ribbon I would place on it..."
