Wherever you go, I will follow
  • Reads 220
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 11m
  • Reads 220
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 11m
Complete, First published Jul 16, 2021
Mature
Ragnar is a somewhat famous travel vlogger on YT. He gets an offer to fly to the UK. Of course he doesn't hesitate to take it. When people get the news, a group of numerous young girls start to freak out over how awesome it would be if he made a video with Athelstan.
Ragnar googles him, and it turns out he is a somewhat famous (traditional) artist there. He doesn't make videos, he basically never shows himself on social media, he's only known for his art. And something catches his eye: a rather clumsy Norwegian caption under one of his Instagram posts.
Creative Commons (CC) Attribution
Sign up to add Wherever you go, I will follow to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Sword and Spice (Askeladd x OC)(Vinland Saga) cover
MOVE ON | IVAR THE BONELESS X OC | cover
Vikings Drabble  cover
Forging A Heart (Ivar the Boneless) cover
Viking ¦ Vikings x Reader cover
Vikings One Shots and Imagines cover
Thorfinn x Canute | Vinland Saga FanFic ✔️ cover
VIKINGS IMAGINES [BOOK I] cover
"Ragnarssons In" - Archive I cover
Viking Imagines II cover

Sword and Spice (Askeladd x OC)(Vinland Saga)

22 parts Ongoing Mature

Askeladd fancies himself a master of unpredictability, his every move and utterance a dance of caprice. Yet, when someone dares to unravel his enigma with unnerving accuracy, he scrambles to veil his true nature, only to find himself tangled in yet another conundrum of his own making. Fiadh, a spirited Irish soul, seeks but one simple pleasure in life: to see joy bloom on faces as they savor her culinary creations. Yet, why must the universe persist in sending forth an unending parade of meddling men to thwart her culinary dreams? All she desires is to toil over her pots and pans, infusing her dishes with a symphony of spices and the subtle allure of what some would call poisons, in serene solitude, undisturbed by the intrusion of unwelcome distractions. (Slowbuild) (Slowburn)