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ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ the gods foretold ragnar would have many sons ╱ 𝖎 have given him those sons ᅠ ᅠ



interesting visions ﹖ that’s one way of referring to them.

Has she had any interesting visions lately?



she has returned.


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"𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴." ᴜʙʙᴇ ʀᴀɢɴᴀʀꜱꜱᴏɴ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʀᴀɢɴᴀʀ ᴠɪᴋɪɴɢꜱ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ | ᴀᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴍꜱ | ᴍᴠ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴏᴄ + ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ♡ & ↻


loba.⠀ watching tlk so i can finally do plots with characters set on that timeline 🤭


aslaug observes him. there was a certain warmth , an abundance of affection that bloomed in her chest when seeing ragnar with their son. she smiles at the sight , at him when he looks at her. fingers play with the ends of her own hair.

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀coarse digits slither through sunlit ⠀⠀blonde tresses moments before a ⠀⠀sleeping ivar is lifted, cradled to ⠀⠀his chest. the edge of rugged lips ⠀⠀bloom with an endearing simper, ⠀⠀piercing hues floating to his wife. ᅠ ᅠ



loba.⠀ the way this BROKE ME HELLO

was a mask that crumbled ever so often, especially at night when she believed herself alone, the youngest of Ragnar had often heard her muffled sobs, the sadness she wished to keep bottled up and hidden. Slowly, his gloved fingers reached for hers, intertwining and squeezing -



⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ @raidingfury ࣭ ̗̀ ♱ ⠀

i devote myself to you.



lips part as his own sweep at the edge of hers. a tease. she takes a sharp inhale before letting it go slowly and observes as ragnar walks over to ivar. “ ah ” is all she says while nodding. a gentle smile spreading upon her lips.

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀lips sweep the edge of her brims, a ⠀⠀purposeful tease as fingers trickle ⠀⠀over a smooth stomach. “i visited ⠀⠀floki.” heavy feet cross the wooden ⠀⠀floors, a youthful ivar soon tucked ⠀⠀between calloused palms and his ⠀⠀visage painted with kisses. ᅠ ᅠ



aslaug looks at the english woman then. gods how she dislikes them. the queen of kattegat walks closer to the young woman , blue eyes icy in their stare. “ you’d do well to watch your tone , child. ”

frustration, and blunt ignorance, protrudes — wynflæd can only shake her head . “ tell me what you speak ! you are within these walls, as am i, and i should like to hear it ! ”



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