Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Ragnar Lothbrok- Basket (a)

Vikings One Shot

"For the last time!" Ragnar embedded the head of his axe into the log, splitting it into four and sending chips of wood dancing through the air. "We are not keeping them, if they are strong enough, they will survive without their mother or their father. Put them back where you found them." He loaded another dry log onto the deeply scored tree stump and rose his axe effortlessly above his head, when he swung it down the deep thud echoed through the farmland. "They are just cats, get a grip."

"It will give the children some responsibility, Ragnar. They will have to provide food for the kittens, make sure they are safe and warm. Do you not want the children to be responsible when they one day inherit the farm?" You kept the purring, wriggling basket far away from Ragnar's axe as you watched him chop the firewood, begging him to let you keep the kittens. "And they are not just cats, did Freyja not have her chariot pulled by two cats just like these." You placed the woven basket on the dry, cold ground and gently pulled the thick woollen blanket away. Their small, barely opened eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the sharp sun but even but soon enough they were back batting each other over their small, fluff covered heads and tripping over their own tails. "Two kittens Ragnar, maybe it is a sign from Freyja? A gift of sorts from the gods."

"It is not a gift from the gods y/n, it is two cats that you found abandoned down by the river."

"Okay that's fine. If you are out to anger the gods that is fine by me, just don't drag me, Gudrun or Estrid into it."

"You named them?" He chuckled and ran his hands over his tight and intricate braids.

"Well yes, we named the children, didn't we? Gudrun and Estrid are here to stay after all, we can not just call them the cats forever. Now if you don't mind me, I'm going to make them a little bed by the hearth, I hope you didn't want your blanket, and I'm going to get them some milk. The poor little critters must be starving, who knows how long they were left there."

"Whatever y/n, just don't expect me to do anything for them."

"If you lay so much as a finger on these precious gifts of the gods, I will rip your testicles off in your sleep and feed them to you whilst they watch."

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Written by Aaron.