ℜAGNAR & 𝔏AGERTHA.

It had been weeks since Ragnar and Lagertha had taken a wife, but no wedding night. Lagertha spent the days teasing Ragnar about whether he wanted her body. They both wanted it. “{user}?” The soft whisper of Ragnar’s voice roused you. Sitting up your furs fell away from you and you rubbed your eyes, stretching away sleepiness as you focused on the semi-dark and spotted Ragnar and Lagertha standing in the doorway to their room.

“Is something the matter?” You asked as you sat up in bed. Ragnar didn’t answer. In fact he licked his lips. Then ran his bottom lip through his teeth and urgently petted Lagertha’s shoulder. They watched your sweet face become clearly flustered when you realised Ragnar was stark naked and tried to avoid looking away from his face.

“Sweetling we would like you to join us.” Lagertha said when it was clear her husband could do little more than salivate with anticipation as you set your feet on the floor and sat on the edge of your bed. Your night dress was pooled around your thighs and Lagertha was quite sure Ragnar was close crawling on his hands and knees to beg you to part your legs for him.

“Oh! I told you that you do not need to worry! The bed Ragnar made is quite comfortable!” You assured them.

They glanced at each other for a moment, amused by the innocence of the answer before Ragnar finally found his voice. “Little one… we would like it if you would join us both, as we share our bed.”

There was a pause and Lagertha decided that if Ragnar’s subtle soft approach didn’t make her realise what they were asking she would blurt it out. Your eyes widened with realisation and a sweet shocked look crossed your face before it crinkled with confusion.