All you Have (Dark!Alfred x Reader)

Summary:Words can hurt a person. Alfred is really on that fact to get you on his side and tell him what he wants to know. If he has to use the fact that you are adopted by Ubbe, then so be it.

Warnings:dark!alfred, basically verbal abuse, strong language, mentions of death, reader is an orphan, mentions of adoption, dark content, angst, manipulation

Word Count: 1,246

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You stare out the window, watching the sun slowly starting to set, darkening the sky. It only marks another day of your absence at the camp where you should be with your kin. You thought they would have found you by now but as the days fade away, so do your hopes.

Perhaps you aren’t as important to Ubbe as you were led to believe.

Hearing the cell door grind open, you turn your head away from the window to see the King that had imprisoned you here walk in. Alfred the Great. You can’t understand what’s so great about the Saxon King if he had to kidnap and place you in a cell to find out the plans for your Heathen people.

Alfred glances over his shoulder to the guards, telling them to leave with a silent nod and a wave of his hand. He then looks back at you, his tongue running over his lips as he takes a gentle, graceful step forward. “Are you going to behave today? Or shall I call the guards back?” he questions, tilting his head to the side as he folds his hands in front of him, showing off the shiny rings on his fingers.

“They’re going to start looking for me, if they haven’t already. And when they find me, my father’s going to make you cry out for your God and you’re going to wish you hadn’t taken me,” you spit out at him.

It makes him chuckle, his eyes reverting down to his feet as he takes another step forward. “They would have found you by now if they were looking for you. I don’t think your father, Ubbe Ragnarsson, cares much about the orphan child he burdened himself with,” Alfred says, his eyes lifting back to you making you slink back against the cold, stone wall behind you.

His words are cold and malicious, cutting into your heart as he tries again to break you down. You know this is his plan to get you to talk and you thought you would be strong enough to not let his words get to you. But in the dark of the night, they come back to your mind, floating around no matter how hard you try to swat them away. They linger, making you think if somehow they are true.

Ubbe didn’t need to take you in as his child. He didn’t need to claim you as his child even though there is no blood relation between you. You were found in the woods, swaddled in your dead mother’s arms beside your dead father. Ubbe could have left you for the wolves instead of burdening himself, his wife, and his other legitimate child with bringing you up.

So why did he save you?

“In time, he’s going to find a way to use what he did against you, make you do something for him. That’s the only reason why he saved your life,” Alfred speaks, making you think that he has read your mind now. “It is harsh times we live in, (Y/n). Why else would he give his family another mouth to feed if he saw something he could use you for?”

“Stop it. You’re lying,” you whisper, pushing yourself off the wall to walk past him, trying to get as much space between you and him as the cell will allow.

“If he really cared about you as much as you think he does, none of this would have happened. People would have been keeping an eye on you, they would have prevented my men from capturing you. Ubbe’s children are treated like royalty in your homeland, as far as I know. Well, his real children. No one cares about the adopted orphan,” Alfred continues, following you around the cell.

“Stop.”

“I’ve watched them since you’ve come here. After they discovered you’ve gone missing, they haven’t made a move.”

“Stop it!”

“They’re still there. In their settlements. Making no plan to come and rescue you.”

“Stop it!”

“They’ll leave you here to rot as you should have when you were a baby!”

“Enough!” you shout, turning around to yell in his face, showing him how the tears are now streaming down your cheeks. You’re shaking, your arms coming up to wrap themselves around your body to try and calm yourself down. “I can’t take words like that anymore. Please don’t say things like that anymore,” you beg, sinking to your knees as you let out a small sob. “Please stop.”

Alfred smiles to himself, thinking that he has done it. He has broken you. He has made you doubt the security you have in Ubbe’s family and he has made you doubt yourself.

Now he only has to plant the seed that he is the only person you can trust now.

He steps forward, places his hand gently on top of your head, making you jump as you look up at him. “My dear (Y/n). I say these things so that they do not hurt you when you realize it too late. Do you think your father would still love you if he knew how weak you are now?”

Those words make you cast your eyes to the ground in shame. It is a shame to be weak, to be seen as weak. And if people know you as Ubbe’s child, adopted or not, it would bring shame to him to be known as seen as weak.

“Do you think your father would still love you if he knew how you kneel in mercy before me, his enemy?”

That makes you close your eyes, causing more tears to roll down your cheek as Alfred moves his hand to cup your face. “You cannot go back now, can you, (Y/n)?”

You shake your head. People would know. They’d know that you didn’t fight your way out of your imprisonment. They would know that you had been set free out of pity or mercy. Ubbe wouldn’t welcome you with open arms or a loving embrace. You don’t mean that much to him anyway.

“I am all you have now. I am the only one who cares.”

You lift your gaze up to him as he wipes a tear away with his thumb. He holds out his hand for you, helping you off the ground and to your feet as he pushes the loose hair out of your face.

“Now, help me understand why they are here again and I will help you.”

You bite your bottom lip, tense up at the thought of betraying your clan, and let out a shaky breath. “I don’t-”

“I’ll let you think about it. After you’ve eaten something, rested on a bed, and had a hot bath,” Alfred gently says, coming to stand beside you so he can start leading you out of the cell.

You can’t deny that all those things sound amazing now after spending days in that cell. You’re not sure if this is Alfred’s plan to get you to talk, but when you look at him and his eyes, they seem softer and caring. Unlike how they were when he walked in.

You keep telling yourself that you shouldn’t feel guilty about accepting his offer. Perhaps he just wants to make peace now. Maybe this is his apology for treating you like shit these past few days.

You doubt you’d get the same treatment if you were to return to the Heathen Settlement…

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Like a Heathen (Dark!Alfred x Reader)

Summary:Alfred has seen the way you’ve looked at the Son of Ragnar. So, he arranges for you to find out how the Heathens fuck their women.

Warnings:+18 content, smut, dark!alfred, dark!ubbe, cuckholding, somnophilia, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), strong language, dubcon (?)

Word Count: 1,176

Requested by anonymous

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Alfred leans against the wall, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you don’t wake. If you do, it will ruin everything he planned. He’s just glad the Viking agreed to all of this, not that he doubted he would turn it down.

He told the son of Ragnar not to knock on the door when he gets here, as to not wake you. The door opens, quietly, just as Alfred asked, and in walks Ubbe Ragnarsson.

Ubbe glances at the bed where you lay fast asleep as he closes the door behind him. Then, he looks over at your husband, the King, as he comes to stand beside him. “You are sure about this?”

“I would have had guards at the door waiting to kill you if I changed my mind,” Alfred responds, turning his head to look at Ubbe, unfolding his arms from over his chest, and moving over to the door to lock it. He doesn’t want anyone walking in on what’s about to happen. He would lose his crown if that happens.

The Viking looks back at the bed, shifts on his feet before walking over to you. His eyes skim over your body, his tongue licking over his lip at the sight of you wearing a sheer nightgown because of the hot night. The only source of light in the room is the single candle lit in the window, casting a beautiful shadow over your face. It reminds Ubbe of his attraction towards you. It’s what made agreeing to this easy. He just hopes this is not some kind of wicked test by Alfred.

Alfred settles in the chair in the corner of the room, watching the scene play out in front of him intently, resting his chin on the back of his fingers. He smiles to himself. You don’t know what’s about to happen to you in your sleeping state. It makes a dark jolt of excitement wash over his body.

Slowly, Ubbe Ragnarsson pulls the light blanket away from your body and off the bed, dropping it to the floor as he kneels on the bed. It makes it better that you’re laying on your stomach, allowing Ubbe to run his eyes over the curves of your hips that lead into your legs.

He runs his fingers up your leg, hooking them under the hem of the nightgown, lifting it as he raises his hand up your leg. You let out a soft mewl, shifting onto your side before falling onto your back with a deep sigh. It gives Ubbe a chance to glance over more of your body, especially now that it’s not covered with layers and layers of modest clothing.

The hem of your nightgown falls over your hips, allowing Ubbe to settle between your legs, pushing them apart as he runs his hands up your thighs.

Now, he doesn’t care if you wake up or not.

He kisses up the inside of your thigh, his hands grabbing your hips gently as his face moves closer and closer to your core.

Alfred shifts in his seat as he watches the Viking’s head disappear between your legs. He didn’t think it would arouse something in him, but it does, making a strain grow in his pants.

Your eyes flutter open at the feeling of lips fluttering against the inside of your legs and a small moan leaves your lips when a tongue licks through your folds. Your mind goes to thinking that it’s your husband between your legs, but when you feel the pricking of a beard against the skin of your thighs, you know right away that this is not your husband.

You don’t have enough time to register this and you can’t because of the pleasure filling you from the mouth on your pussy. Even if this is not your husband, this person does know what they’re doing. Their tongue moves with precision, knowing where to lick and where to suck. They know who to give a woman pleasure with their tongue.

You arch your back off the bed, grinding down on the man’s mouth as you let out another, louder moan.

The pleasure grows in your body, your stomach feeling like it’s turning into knots as you throw your head back against the pillow. But something catches your eye, making you turn your head to the side where you see Alfred sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.

His dark eyes lock with yours as your climax hits you, shame filling you as you let out a loud moan while looking at your husband, the man who’s not giving you this pleasure.

“What…” you whisper out, turning your head down to the man between your legs, your heart skipping a beat when you notice that it’s Ubbe. You can’t deny that you’ve struggled to take your eyes off of him when you first saw him, but you didn’t think that Alfred suspected anything.

The Viking has a smug grin on his face after he wipes his hand over his mouth. He crawls up your body, caging you in to prevent you from trying to escape. You place your hands on his chest, your eyes growing wide as they flicker between Alfred and Ubbe. “What are you doing?” you whisper, shifting under him as he presses his body against yours.

Ubbe turns your gaze back to him, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “Don’t mind your husband. He called me here,” he says.

You dig your nails into Ubbe’s shoulders as you feel him lining his cock up with your entrance. “Why? I don’t understand,” you breathe out, turning your head back to your husband in the corner of the room.

Alfred shifts in his chair again, adjusting the strain in his pants at the sight of another man about to fuck his wife. And if what he’s heard about how the Vikings fuck their women, you’re in for a time tonight.

“Because I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at him. How you look at his other men,” Alfred starts, waving his hand to gesture at the man hovering above you, slipping his cock into you. “After tonight, I hope that my message sticks in your head that you will not fuck another man. Unless I say so, that is,” he says, smirking at you when your mouth falls in a moan as Ubbe starts to grind his hips against yours. “If you’re going to act like a Heathen and have impure thoughts like one, you might as well be fucked by one.”

“And I will happily oblige to do so,” Ubbe whispers in your ear, grabbing your hips roughly after earning an approving nod from Alfred to go ahead.

With the look in Alfred’s eyes, the hard bump in his pants showing how aroused this scene is for him, and the smile on his face as he watches you moaning under another man and your body convulsing in pleasure, it’s definite that this is going to happen again in the future.

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