Vikings imagines

Hvitserk - A little drunk

I don't want to sound all beggy and stuff, but I really do need some requests. I'm running out of ideas atm and I'm not going to be able to keep this book going at this rate.

Also I wrote this while listening to "Truth Hurts" by Lizzo so it's vaguely inspired off it I suppose. I'm going to try and get a few more edits out for Hvitserk though.

Enjoy my loves!

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"And that's why," you start looking over at Ivar, being interrupted by a hiccup, "You're a bitch." You finish, both you and Hvitserk giggling to each other as the other brothers stare at you.

Both you and Hvitserk had gotten drunk....extremely drunk, and to his brothers annoyance, you both decided to crash their dinner and interrupt their talk for the next raid. Stating you were only "a little drunk" but even a child could see it was a lie.

"Brother, will you please leave. The adults are talking." Ivar weakly chimes in, throwing him a fake smile before rolling his eyes.

"Oh shut up cripple." You laugh, everyone besides Hvitserk widening their eyes and raising their eyebrows. Hvitserk just sits there and tries to hold in a laugh as he looks over at you.

He can't help it and starts laughing so hard he falls off his chair and you start laughing at him, causing him to then laugh at you.

The entire time Ivar just sits there. Not saying a word as he watches the two of you have your laughing fit. Once you calm down he grits his a teeth a little and clears his throat.

"Are you two done yet?" He asks, his patience growing thin as ever. All he gets as a response is Hvitserk muttering 'you cripple' under his breath and laughing more.

You just sit there laughing with him as before, not even paying attention to Ivar. Ubbe looks over at Ivar and sees the anger festering in his eyes and mutters his name quietly.

"They are drunk Ivar, do not let them upset you. They won't remember this in the morning knowing the two of them." He reassures and it almost works before he hears Hvitserk yell cripple loudly and sit up, hiccuping.

Hands slamming down on a table make the both of you look over at Ivar as he stands himself up, "Are you two, done yet!" He screams at the top of his lungs and you flinch a little as his voice cracks.

"Uh oh, someone's mad." Hvitserk giggles and you look down at him and laugh as he makes a face before grabbing the table and standing up, stumbling a little.

"Come y/n, Ivar appears to have a stick up his ass." Hvitserk ushers and you rise and wrap your arms around his waist, standing at his side. He does the same to you but on your shoulders and you both stumble out of the main hall.

This wasn't uncommon for the two of you. Ubbe always jokes that the two of you could out drink the entire city and in all honesty, you believed it. No one drank as much as you two did an that's why you two where such great friends.

The cold air hits you and both of you aimlessly walk around. Hvitserk spots a cart with some mead on it and swipes a bottle unnoticed by the people standing near by and quickly whispers for you to walk faster.

You giggle at him and do as he says. Somehow you end up near the more barren start of the lake that Kattegat sat on, there weren't any houses nearby and no one was around, perfect for the both of you.

The two of you plop down on the ground, arms behind both of you to hold yourselves up as you finally stop laughing. Hvitserk quickly pulls the cork out of the bottle with a small pocket knife that was tucked into his belt and takes a swig from it, offering you some.

You gratefully drink from it and then let Hvitserk take it from you, "Look what I grabbed off the table." You drunkenly slur and pull a handful of grapes out of your pocket.

A bright smile takes its place on Hvitserks face and he grabs a few from your hand and puts them in his mouth. Smiling softly to himself as the grape explodes in his mouth.

"Hvitty," you say softly and he looks over at you, not really able to focus, "Are you going on the next raid?" You ask seriously, completely different from your tone a few moments ago.

He takes a deep breath, trying to really think despite his state. "I don't know, Ivar will probably say no and then last second drag me with him. Why?" He asks, putting another grape in his mouth as he looks over at you.

You stare out into the water and speak to him, "because Ivar won't let me go. Says I'm to childish and I'll get myself killed." You mutter and Hvitserk frowns.

He places his hand over yours, mud seeping between both of your fingers as you turn to look at him. He puts his hand on the back of your head and pulls your head to his, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Do not listen to him. He thinks he knows everything, he doesn't." Hvitserk weakly smiles and you smile back at him.

He looks over at the water as you put your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body compared to the cold air. You feel him slowly lean backwards and into the ground completely, you just wrap your arms around his waist as you did earlier and listen to his breathing.

He puts one arm behind his head and the other in your hair. He laughs a little as he starts to think about what happened not long ago in the dinning hall.

"I'm sure Ivar will yell at us both in the morning." Hvitserk snorts and you laugh as well, "but we can sneak away before he finds us." He smirks and waits for some sort of response from you but doesn't get one.

He raises his head slightly and watches as your chest rises and falls slowly, letting him know you had fallen asleep. His head falls back down to the ground and before he even realizes it, he's asleep too.

On the muddy, cold ground by the water.

But he felt warm enough with you by his side, where he'd make sure to keep you. Even if that meant dragging you with him on the raid despite Ivar's wishes.