The kiss prompts are 5: Throwing their arms around the other person's neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips, and 9: A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other's breaths.

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, mentions of violence (graphic), mentions of sex

Hvitserk and you had found together under the strangest and most gruesome circumstances.

You had been living under his mad brother's reign, and when you returned home one day your parents were nowhere to be found.

They were usually at home, hiding out of fear, so when they were gone you ran to look for them.

When you found them it wasn't happily, your mother and father were bound to stakes in the middle of the market place, a crowd standing around them with torches, and the King and Queen behind them on a stage, drenched in blood and wearing crowns that looked like they were made out of human spines.

You were about to cry out for your parents and to make your way through the crowd of people when you felt a hand wrap around your waist and over your mouth, silencing you and holding you in place.

Your heart was racing, you were sure you were crying and you were fighting weakly against the arms that held you as you saw the torches enlighten the wood your father and mother were standing on, before the stranger managed to drag you away.

You were weeping in the stranger's arms when he finally dragged you far enough away from the sacrifice, letting you go.

When you finally looked at the man you saw that he was the mad King's brother, and you scrambled away from him until your back hit a wall, and the man raised his hands defensively.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Please just... I'm not going to hurt you", he said softly as he moved towards you as if you were a hurt baby animal, which even though it sounded ridiculous wasn't actually far from the truth.

You were as vulnerable and as hurt as a baby animal without their mother, because that was exactly what the Boneless had taken from you.

"What... what... why? Why them?", you asked, your voice full of tears, fear seeping through it as well.

The man shook his head as if to say he didn't know, before slowly extending a hand and taking one of yours, holding it as an attempt of a comforting gesture.

"I'm sorry", he said softly.

"I'm so sorry, my brother is out of countrol. I don't know what to do", he told you and you watched him, tears still falling down your cheeks regularly.

"I'm Hvitserk", he introduced himself and you softly mumbled your name.

You still couldn't register what had just happened, it felt like a strange and horrifying nightmare.

"I'm sorry", he repeated, before he tugged at your hand and you got up from the ground, though you had no memory of ever falling down.

"Come with me. I won't hurt you, I promise, and I'll take care of you. Come on", he said, softly tugging at your hand before you gave in, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders to steady you.

Hvitserk brought you to his hut, and just as he had promised he took care of you.

The first few days you neither talked nor ate much, mostly sitting around and staring into the air.

Hvitserk knew you were grieving, and still in shock at what had happened, and he felt horrible about it.

He didn't know what had happened to his brother, except for the woman he was addicted to being a cause of t, but he felt miserable and partly at fault for how the events had turned out.

Caring for you helped him a lot, it gave him some piece of mind knowing that he was at least helping you a small amount, and he felt strangely attracted to you.

It wasn't the usual physical attraction he felt towards all kinds of women, but rather an emotion one, in addition to that.

You were beautiful, and you needed his help, so he tried to think about anything other than his attraction to you.

When he one day came home to make dinner for the two of you you were already on it.

You had been feeling better, not good but what did you expect, and you had felt the need to repay Hvitserk for all the trouble he went through for you.

It wasn't just that he had fed and cared for you for weeks on end, but he had also saved you from a potential death by fire, if you had cried out you would have probably ended up like your parents, or maybe worse, if that was even possible.

Hvitserk had always been someone you had liked, far before all the trouble had reached Kattegat.

Those little girl feelings had gone by now, you were grateful for his help and care, and obviously still grieving, but the loving way Hvitserk had cared for you hadn't been lost on you.

You had developed more than just a little girl crush on him, and you knew it.

After that evening you returned back to your parents' cold and deserted home, and you stayed lonely for weeks.

None of the neighbors you had known and trusted for years had the bravery or decency to see how you were doing, but you managed on your own.

After weeks of isolation, in which you had had more than just enough time to think you returned to Hvitserk's home, and slept with him.

You had been feeling numb, not knowing what to do or say or how your future would turn out, and so you welcomed the pleasure he could give you for at least a few hours.

The next morning you got ready to leave but Hvitserk stopped you, asking you to stay.

You did so, and the two of you developed a relationship that was deeply built on trust, mutual admiration, and love, though neither of you spoke about it.

While Hvitserk thought that you were simply still grieving and needed physical affection you thought that he was simply being Hvitserk, sleeping with you just because he needed somewhere to put his cock by night.

Nevertheless you both harbored feeling for each other, which neither of you were brave enough to voice.

When Hvitserk came into you one night he softly muttered the words "I love you", which you heard clearly.

Aside from the physical exhaustion and ecstasy you felt you were shocked by his outburst, as shocked as he was.

He pulled away from you he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling a shirt on with his back to you when he apologized.

"I'm sorry... it wasn't... I mean I meant it but I'm sorry I feel that way. I can't help it", he said and you sat up as well, gently stretching a hand out to caress his shoulders.

"Don't be", you said as you sat down behind him, your thighs on either side of his and your hands still roaming over his back, massaging it gently.

"Don't be, because I love you too", you said as you stopped your touches, nervously awaiting his answer.

It was one thing to know that you loved each other, another was the question whether this love meant enough to build a relationship on, or if the two of you even wanted one.

It was exactly what Hvitserk was thinking as well as he turned around to face you, pulling you into a kneeling position over his lap.

Putting one hand onto your cheek he looked at you, thinking about what to say.

"Do you want to... be with me?", he asked you, his voice a mere breath of air, but you heard him just right.

Nodding softly you smiled, leaning in to teasingly peck his lips.

"I would love that", you answered, and you meant it.

You stayed at Hvitserk's house after packing some clothes from your family home, and you were more than happy with him.

He was caring, sweet, and not at all the sleeparound he had been a few years ago, as far as you could tell.

You were grateful for him, and the both of you tried your best to keep your relationship hidden, out of fear of his brother.

When Hvitserk grew more and more worried you decided that you wanted to run away from Kattegat, together.

It was a dangerous plan, it was even dangerous to have the idea of running, but you felt like it was the only shot at happiness you would have.

When it was finally time Hvitserk waited on the spot you had agreed on, but you never came.

After half an hour of anxious waiting he made his way home, but you weren't there either.

Hvitserk even went to your family home, but it was as deserted as always.

His panic built up and all he could think about was you when he made his way into the great hall.

When he was about to confront his little brother his eyes were caught by a cage that was sitting on the ground next to the Queen's throne, a cage that held you inside.

He immediately stumbled towards you, grabbing your hands that were set on the bars, and whispering your name alongside exclamations of love and soothing reassurances.

Hearing a chuckle he turned to see Ivar watching you with an amused grin on his face.

"You know, brother", he said, his very typical mannerisms coming through with a tilt of his head and a twich of his eye as he made his way towards Hvitserk and the cage, which held you in it.

"When I heard from my men that your little girlfriend was getting ready to leave I didn't want to believe it, my brother, the only one who ever cared for me, wouldn't just run from me, like a coward", he hissed as he stopped in front of Hvitserk and you held his hands tighter, out of fear, and as an attempt to comfort him.

"You would leave me, alone, for a fucking woman", he growled and glanced at you, before he glared at his brother angrily.

From one second to the other Ivar lunged forward, repeatedly letting his crutch fall down onto Hvitserk, who let go of your hands to shield his face as he fell to the ground.

When Ivar finally let off of him Hvitserk was bloody and bruised, and you were crying desperately.

"I've got leverage over you. To remind you that you're still my brother", he said angrily, and Hvitserk's eyes were glued onto you as your cage was pulled up into the air, making you even more lonely and helpless.

You were cared for, but the fact that you were hanging in a cage in the great hall, for everyone to see, and for all the men to watch you with lustful gazes were enough to hurt you.

You missed Hvitserk, who came to stay with you as long as he could every day before he had to do his brother's bidding.

It seemed to become darker, with every passing day the great hall gained fear, brutality and madness.

When the other Ragnarsson brothers finally came for Kattegat you were one of the first to know, since you were kept in the great hall.

You were both relieved and utterly scared, because if they won they would free you, but you didn't know what they would do to Hvitserk, who had left them for his little brother, who had brought all this fear, loss, and brutality upon the people of Kattegat.

One night you were awakened by low voices, one of which was Hvitserk's.

When you opened your eyes you felt your cage lowering down, and keys rattling when the door was opened.

All you could see was Hvitserk as you leapt out of your confinement, rushing towards him and ending up in a bone crushing hug as you finally felt his body against yours again.

You were both crying, though Hvitserk tried to shush you in fear of being discovered, before he silenced you with his lips on yours, holding you close as if his body wanted to merge with yours.

Minutes passed that felt like seconds before you heard a female voice rushing you to urgency, a voice you had heard far too often in the weeks of your imprisonment.

When you pulled away from Hvitserk, never quite letting go, but holding onto his hands desperately, you saw Freydis standing there, a sad and sickeningly sweet smile on her lips.

"Go, I will take care of everything", she told you and Hvitserk nodded, though neither of you thanked her for helping you escape.

You had seen how she had grown to fear her husband, and to be disgusted by him as well.

He had killed their child, which had taken a toll on her, and maybe this was her way of taking af least a small revenge.

Hvitserk began to pull you away softly, carefully, as if you could break at any second.

You followed him through a hidden way, the one you had wanted to take together before you had been discovered and imprisoned, and neither of you said a word.

You were scared, your heart beating against your ribs like you had the first few days as you tried to escape your cage.

When you saw men standing at the entrance to the forest you tried to shy away, but Hvitserk whispered into your ear reassuringly, taking you towards the men.

When you could finally make out their faces in the darkness you realized that two of them were Hvitserk's brothers Bjorn Ironside and Ubbe, and once you were passed them after Hvitserk had hugged them you boyfriend turned towards you, pressing his lips desperately against yours again.

You were quite certain that you were crying again, but neither of you minded as you kissed, holding onto each other for dear life.

You didn't stop even when you realized that you desperately needed air, still holding onto each other, his hands on your face and your hands buried in his tunic.

When you managed to breathe while kissing, a technique you had never tried before but it seemed to work you heard a chuckle from where Ubbe was standing.

"Right, now it's getting uncomfortable to watch", he added and you heard Bjorn Ironside let out a snicker at his brother's comment.

Hvitserk pulled away from you, not before giving you another kiss, this time on your forehead, but his attention stayed on you.

"I will never let anything happen to you, never again. I will protect you with my dying breath, I promise you", he whispered as he set another kiss on your forehead and you nodded, setting your hands onto his forearms that were stretched out so his hands could cup your cheeks.

If you would have looked at either of his brothers you would have seen eyebrows that were raised in disbelief and surprise, but it was the truth.

Hvitserk kept his promise, until he died of old age, a death no viking but him wanted, because he preferred to stay with you, instead of Valhalla.