The request:
Author's Notes | For the sake of the details, there is already a piece of mine with this same theme for Ubbe! It's called "Someday" if someone wants to check it out!
Info | Modern Age AU, requested by @alicedopey
⁑ Warnings: Caution is recommended! The following content might be triggering and the ways and thoughts of the characters aren't inherent to the author!
Björn, again, wouldn't be the sweetest of the reencounters. Not that he is really worried about the old relationship - we all know how he exchanges his women more often than he exchanges his clothes! - but the presence of an unknown child of his lineage really changes the game for this conversation - and his mood with it.
"So, you have been keeping a child of mine in secret, is that it? Have you ever thought about, I don't know, calling me to say I have a fucking son?"
Ubbe, once again, is the questioner. He wants to know why didn't she call him, why didn't she come to tell him about the child, why did she kept him apart from their child's story... He wants to listen to every single justification she may have to keep him separated from something she knew it was a plan in his life.
"We have cellphones already... And you know my number, my address, my professional numbers, my email... What did prevent you from telling me I have a child?"
Hvitserk is not that comprehensive in this situation: as his ex-girlfriend, she knows pretty well it was a childish dream of his to be a father, and to keep him separated from the child would sound like a crime for him.
"I only want to know why."
Sigurd is skeptical. He just can't believe she kept this from him and it would really create a wrinkle in their relationship making possible that, in the absence of a peaceful solution or a good reason for her actions, that he would fight judicially to have the guard of his child.
"I don't trust you. I won't play with the chance that you will vanish in this world one more time carrying my child with you!"
Ivar doesn't expect for a reason. He would take any measures necessary to warrant she won't be able to leave the country, the state, the town, not even to cross the street with his child in her arms without his eyes over her.
"You decided to vanish once. I won't let you take my child away from me twice, woman!"
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"Ragnarssons In" - Archive II
FanfictionThe second part of the archive of parchments publishing the Ragnarssons' reactions to situations proposed by you guys! Requests are open on my ask box at Tumblr! Feel free to drop your ideas!