Summary: Following Hvitserk’s exile to almost certain death in the winter wildness after nearly being burnt at the stake by Bjorn, Ubbe must make a choice.
Summary:Ubbe wants you to carry his seed. You want to live in solidarity. Only one of you can have their way and slaves never get what they want which means you can only dream a hopeless dream.
You’ve been told by many men that you’re beautiful, that you look like a goddess. That you’re the woman they would like to see grow big with their child. Of course, you never had a choice when it came to Ubbe Ragnarsson.
He chose you as his slave when you came in with the other thralls at the market in Kattegat, but he wasn’t going to use you to clean up and serve food. No, he intended to breed you so that his seed would carry on strong.
“It’s a wonderful thing being a mother. Having the gift to bring life into the world is like a miracle from the Gods. And I know a lot of women will be jealous of you having the opportunity to bring this child into the world. You should be happy to be here,” Aslaug told you when Ubbe announced your pregnancy.
But you’re not happy to be here. You didn’t want to be a mother. You planned on being a shieldmaiden when you were a child. Fighting in the Shield Wall seemed to be like a dream to you and it’s what you held onto when you were taken as a slave.
After meeting Ubbe and being in Kattegat, your dreams and plans changed. You long to just be alone. You want to live in a cabin in the woods, by yourself where you can do whatever you want and invite in whoever you want and kill whoever you don’t want to be near you. Being alone is the dream you cling onto, one that you know will never happen now that there is a child growing in your stomach.
Obviously, your unhappiness doesn’t go unnoticed by the father of your child. He’s kept quiet through the months, thinking that in time you’d get that glow of pregnancy and you’d soon feel that happiness of becoming a mother.
But now that you’re about to give birth any day now, he’s getting irritated with your constant melancholy.
“You are not happy,” he states with a monotone voice as he walks into the room, making your head snap over your shoulder to look back at him.
You watch him place his weapon down at the door of the room, something you always make sure he does before you talk to him because you can never be sure what he’ll do next to you and you’re not sure if carrying his child will be enough to stop him from killing you. Though, sometimes you think that’s not a bad idea.
“How can I be when I wanted none of this?” you mutter, taking your hand off of the large, round burden you carry.
“And what did you want? To live out in the woods like an outcast?”
“If it meant I’d be unbothered by you and everyone else in your fucking family then yes,” you hiss, snapping around to face him with a hateful glare in your eyes.
Ubbe smirks at you, thinking how feisty you have become since being with his child. You would never talk like this to him before, but now it’s a nice change. It makes the fight all the more fun.
Your glare dies when he starts walking towards you, your heart skipping a beat as your mind raced with thoughts of what he could do next. Would he beat you? Would he lay his hands on you while carrying his child or is he going to wait until you give birth and then ‘discipline’ you for all the things you had done wrong during your pregnancy? Or are his words going to be a knife to cut you now?
“Why do you wish to hurt my heart, (Y/n)? After everything I have done for you?” he whispers, placing his hand over his heart as he comes to stand in front of you.
You tell yourself to not feel guilty, that these are words to make you feel that way. You won’t let him. “You have done nothing for me-”
“I have spared you from a life of burden. Would you rather work 'til your hands bleed everyday and you cannot stand because your feet are blistered?” he asks, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You try to pull your hand away from him, but it just follows you. “I have given you the mercy all thralls wish for. You won’t have to work as they do. All you have to do is be a mother to the children I give you.”
You swallow roughly and bite the inside of your cheek when you feel him rest his hand on the swell of your stomach. “Then why don’t you free me so that your children don’t come from a slave?”
Ubbe laughs, drops his eyes to your stomach, and swipes his thumb over the material covering the home of his heir. Any day now and he will hold what he hopes is his son in his arms. “You would have too much freedom then. I fear that if I free you, you will leave for the pathetic dream to live alone in the woods. And I cannot have that,” he says, leaning down to try and place a kiss on your lips.
But you turn your head, making his lips land on your cheek. “I promised the Gods when I saw you that I would never let you go and I would keep you as mine until one of us stops breathing. I intend to keep my promise to them,” he whispers in your ear, his voice making a shiver run up your spine and a shaky breath leave your lips.
“What makes you think the Gods care about your dreams?”
“What makes you think they care about yours?” he asks back, stepping away from you with a coy smile on his face. “They would have done something to save you by now if they cared. But here you are and here you will stay.”
You were told so many times how your motherly instincts will kick in the moment you hold your baby but all you could do was cry. Everyone thought that they were tears of joy. None of them knew that you were crying because you knew that your dream is now too far out of reach.
You waited for that feeling of motherly nurture to fill you, but every time you look at the son you birthed you couldn’t help but feel hatred for what they represent to you. It made Ubbe happy to have a son, but you know that soon he will ask for another.
No, we won’t ask. He will force another on you.
Hearing Ubbe walking into the room, you don’t bother turning your head to acknowledge him because you know he’s only here for one thing. “Your son is with your mother,” you bluntly say, staring at the wall in front of you as you pull the pelt of fur tighter around you.
“I know. I asked her to keep him for the night,” Ubbe says.
You can hear him taking his clothes off, your eyes closing in dread as a sob catches in your throat. You had only finished bleeding a few days ago and the healers have said that you are able to carry another child. It was only a matter of time before Ubbe made that happen.
He walks over to you, around the bed, and stands right in front of you. Lifting your head up by placing two fingers under your chin, you open your eyes to look at him, and a tear slips out to roll down your cheek.
You don’t want to fight anymore. You can’t bring yourself to fight. You can’t find the strength to push away the numb feeling inside you to fight Ubbe about this.
And he notices this.
“Don’t worry, (Y/n),” he soothes, wiping the tear off your cheek while caressing your cheek. “Your fire will come back once you’re carrying my child again.”
He pushes the pelt of fur off your shoulder, smiling to himself when he finds that you’re already naked. Probably because you didn’t bother getting dressed after taking a bath.
“I want a daughter,” he whispers, making you lie down on the fur that had wrapped your body like a gift to him.
“Fine,” you mutter, turning your head to the side as he crawls over you, kissing his way down your neck, over your chest, and across your body.
All you can do is close your eyes and think about your cabin in the woods, the peace you would have as a free woman, the life you would have without being treated like a breeding bitch.
Perhaps you would take the daughter Ubbe wants with you to save her from the way she would be treated. You have a feeling that she won’t have the same respect a legitimate daughter of Ubbe Ragnarsson would have. She would be known as your daughter first and foremost. The daughter of a whore. No woman deserves that.
But that’s all a dream now. A pathetic, lost dream that will never see the light of day.
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.
“Hvitserk…? HVITSERK?!”, you said, started to ran towards him and he just stood there and smiled. You hugged him and he hugged you too, pressed his lips on yours. “I missed you my beautiful star”, he said. “I missed you too, Hvitserk. I was so afraid that you wouldn’t come back”, you mumbled in his shoulders. “ I would never leave you alone”, he smiled and kissed you again.
I finally watched the new episode after a long, busy and hard day. What are your thoughts till now? Yay or Nay? For me, it’s defintely a yay. I loved the new episode and I love the story of the Ragnarsson’s brothers. Their story is really interesting. I don’t want to go into detail coz Spoilerrrrs.
