《Vikings, Mini Drabbles》Hvitserk: Pregancy breaks fantasy

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Every morning you kissed him goodbye, watched how he walked out the streets to get to another afterwards. You never loved him or this forced marriage, you never wanted to bare his children, you never wanted to lay with him. Not if Hvitserk was on the other side. You felt so young again when he pulled you with him to the woods, made out in the hunting cabin, swim in the lake. It was all so excited, it made you get up in the morning, it made you smile when you got back to sleep. The fact you cheated on your husband hardly did anything and he really didn't care, as long as you loved him. And you did, when he forced himself on you, you went with it, when he kissed you, you smiled. But all you could think off was Hvitserk. And this exact moment all that fantasy collapsed and you didn't know how to tell Hvitserk that.

You were walking through the streets, nervous, not yourself when he grabbed you by your wrist, pulling you into an empty shed. 'Where have you been all day?' He asked, placing his lips onto yours. It fell so good, you let him. You made a fist of his clothes, giving in on the feeling of love, of his body gently pressing against yours.

'Hvitserk.' You whispered when his lips found that one spot in your neck again, your vulnerable spot. You closed your eyes, letting your head rest against the shed wall, letting out a soft moan. 'Hvitserk.' You repeated. He took in your smell before he pulled back, hardly, his forehead rested against yours, that boyish mischief all over his face.

'What?' He asked, wrapping his hands around your body. You looked down to your hand that still wrapped his clothes together. 'Y/n, what is it?' He asked more serious. When you looked up he got some concern lying around.

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'I'm pregnant.' You announced, feeling a tear your wiped it right from your cheek. He didn't know what to safe for several second, pulling his head back from yours he just looked at you. 'Pretty sure it's yours.' You followed. Every time you were with Hvitserk you had at least once sex, while you husband really only did it when he was in a good mood or drunk to much. 'We need to stop this, I need to get back to my husband.'

'Why?' He asked out of nowhere, cupping your face. 'I can arrange something; we can run off, we can be together.' He insisted. You squeezed your eyes together and shook your head.

'We both know this was just a fantasy. I need to go back to my husband, accepting this child to be his.'

'No,' he protested. You laid your hands around his wrist, looking into his begging desperate eyes. 'I want this child, I will work for it.'

'Hvitserk stop, please. This is forbidden, I'm pregnant, this has to stop.' You pulled him closer, placing your lips on his in one last kiss. He grabbed your neck, holding on to it and when you pulled back you swore to see a tear in his eyes to. 'I love you, I will love this child for it will remember me of you.'

'No, Y/n, I can't,'

'I'm sorry Hvitserk.' You whispered, pulling yourself loose from him to walk back out. He grabbed your hand and you looked back to him.

'Don't.' He begged. You looked to your hands, starting walking while every inch your body moved was one step further from him until there was nothing.

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