VIKINGS IMAGINES [BOOK I]

Forced to marry Björn Part 2.

"I'm not thanking you, I had everything under control," I mumbled, not letting go of my pride. Who would've known what would've happened if he didn't interfered. Nothing in Karls favor anyway, I may be a princess in their eyes but I had watched our soldiers ever since I was little and learnt a few things. Especially more when the word of Ragnar Lothbrok and his pagan men were raiding around the world. Raping women and stealing everything they could get their hands on.

"Sure wife," He said chuckling as I stormed off.

"Tell your men to stop treating my women like objects! And I'm not your wife," I yelled at him before walking inside.

That evening Björn hadn't stopped looking at me. When we were eating together in our large hall his eyes had been resting on me and only left for a few seconds when looking at his father or the king. It annoyed me till no end. My father was seated relaxed in the seat by the end of the table as he exchanged a few words with Ragnar at the other side.

"My daughter wishes for a Christian wedding," My father started and Björn only huffed silently while rolling his eyes as he ate.

"Your daughter wishes for no wedding," I mumbled before sipping on my wine. Björn smiled and his eyes met mine however I quickly looked at my father who only rolled his eyes at my words.

"We have already prepared a dress for her to wear," My father spoke like I wasn't in the room. I bit the inside of my cheek by his words. "She will wear her mothers," As those words left my fathers mouth I sucked in a quick breath.

"I won't stain my mothers wedding dress with pagan dirt." I mumbled, my voice low and cold. My mothers dress were the only thing accept a necklace I had gotten that I had left from her. It was a beautiful white dress with these amazing details sewn by hand. It was sacred for me.

"It won't be a Christian wedding your highness," Ragnar spoke. "It will be our way or no way," Ragnar said and my fathers grip on his fork grew tighter but he let out a sigh.

"We each make a compromise," My father said and I snorted.

"They don't have that word father," I spat sarcastically and Ragnar only chuckled.

"Our way or no way," Ragnar repeated and I looked at him.

"See," I spat.

After dinner I had taken a bath. While bathing I had scrubbed my skin from any dirt that Karl had potentially stained my body with. The red mark around my wrist were visible on my skin. When I was finished I had gotten dressed in my nightgown and as I walked out from our bathroom Björn appeared with a smirk on his lips.

"Did I miss the show?" Björn said and I snorted. I started to walk towards the opposite direction of where Björn had came from with a guard followed me.

"Where are you going?" Björn asked as I heard his heavy footsteps follow us.

"My room, and I advise you to do the same," I said and before I could correct myself Björn hummed.

"I would gladly go to your room Princess," Björn said and I turned around to look at him. His eyes looked at the guard up and down before shaking his head. "You, get lost. I walk her myself," Björn said and I shook my head. The soldier side eyed me and I looked at Björn. He was terrified of the pagan infront of him. Björn was taller, much more well built and his eyes were cold as stone.

When the soldier didn't speak Björn walked past him and placed his hand on my arm before gently pushing me with him. I groaned in protest, too tired to physically argue with him. We walked in silence and the usually rather short walk to my room now seemed like an eternity.

"Bye," I mumbled without looking at him as I opened my door. When I was about to close the door he placed his strong hand on the door, keeping it from closing with ease. I raised my right brow as his eyes traveled up and down my body.

"I thought you wanted me here inside your room," He said teasingly and I snorted what felt like the hundredth time today.

"You know what I meant," I spat and he smirked.

"Don't you think it's time for us to really get to know each other? You're my beloved wife soon," He said with a low and raspy voice as his eyes took in my body from head to toe once more with eyes clouded with lust. His pink tongue slowly stroked his bottom lip.

"There you said it. 'Soon' and I would like to enjoy my last hours of being a rather free woman," I spoke as he took a few steps closer to me. Björn's body radiated lust, it was oozing out from his body as I took a few steps back. Trying my best to keep the distance between us.

Soon he was inside my room and he slammed the door shut. My breathing increased as my heard started to beat faster in my chest. His body towering over my own and my breath hitched in my throat when my back made contact with the cold wall. He bit his bottom lip as he placed both his hands on either side of my head, locking me in.

"I don't think it's appropriate for us to do this," I mumbled as I felt his breath fan over my face, the smell of wine filled my nostrils.

"Appropriate? I'm soon your husband," Björn mumbled.

"We're not married yet," I argued as he placed his head on the crook of my neck. I placed my hands on his chest to push him away but my body didn't follow my head.

"But we're doing this our way so you don't need to worry about that," He said and I rolled my eyes.

"It's the princi-" I were about to continue arguing but a sigh left my lips as he placed his lips on my neck. Blood pulsed in my ears as I felt my muscles deep inside of me contact. One of his hands found my waist as he continued to suck on my neck. Soft moans left my mouth by the tingling feeling.

"I know you want it princess," Björn said and stopped kissing my neck to look me in the eyes. "Let me give you a little taste of what to expect after our wedding ceremony,"

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Want a third part? and once again sorry for the wait.

Hope you all had a great day/ or have a great day wherever you live! :)

ivarhoegh.