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Ivar was the first to enter their home. It was still dark and very quiet. He heard the shuffling of his older brothers behind him and then the door close. There was a light beeping from the keypad to enforce the lock on the door. Then the light flipped on.
Ivar snapped his head to the living room chair where his father sat with both hands on the armrests.
“Welcome back.” Ragnar’s cold blue eyes dragged to every single one of his sons. “So… If your done with Y/N now, Id like to have her back.”
Ivar quickly brought his eyes down to the floor and searched his thoughts to find something to say. But not a single one of them could conjure up an explanation.
Ragnar rised from his seat. “Where is she?”
“She’s gone.” Bjorn finally spoke up.
The room suddenly got quiet. Ragnar’s blue eyes went to every one, including Ivar. Any ordinary person would have cowered beneath the glare. But Ivar and his brothers weren’t your average Joe. They held their father’s glare.
“Gone? What have you all done?” Ragnar growled.
“We went out on our own and I brought Y/N with us. We fucked up. There was an undercover cop there.” Ivar admitted.
Ragnar raised his eyebrows. “A cop!”
“The cops surrounded us, we had to run.” Ubbe added in.
“And I take it none of you wore gloves? Masks? You fucking idiots!” Ragnar roared.
Ivar stepped back at his father’s flare.
Ragnar ran his hands through his hair. “So, the cops will be onto us soon.”
“What are we gonna do?” Sigurd asked.
“We are going to break Y/N out and then… I’m leaving.” Ragnar growled.
“Leaving? What about us?” Ubbe widened his eyes.
Ragnar scoffed. “I have tried protecting you, but it seems, my sons, you have all grown to a point not even I can control. I will do my best to point you in the right direction but from the moment we get Y/N back, your lives are in your own hands. Do not let them catch you.”
“What are you saying?” Hvitserk questioned.
Ragnar walked up to Hvitserk and placed his hand on his shoulder. “I am saying, tomorrow will be the last day we have together, after that you must go your separate ways. They can not catch us all if we split up.” Ragnar moved to Bjorn. “You have all grown to be fierce Savages, I already knew it would only be a matter of time before this had to happen. I just didn’t expect it to be this soon.”
“Ragnar-” Ivar began to speak up.
“Get your rest boys. We’ll have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” Ragnar stopped him before he could finish.
***
You should have been trembling, you should have been afraid. But you weren’t. Instead, you were resting your head on the table with your eyes closed, thinking of Ragnar. Thinking of his warm touch and all the mind blowing orgasms that went with it. You were getting hot just thinking about it.
The image of Ragnar’s bright blue eyes remained on the back of your eyelids. Heat began to grow between your thighs and you mentally groaned.
But all that was ripped away from you when you heard a loud slam and felt the table vibrate from the impact. You jumped up and gasped.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I disturb your sleep? Are you ready to talk now or what? Cause I gotta tell you…I got all night and even all day. I’m single, don’t have a wife or kid to worry about.”
You reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and lit one up. You didn’t smoke but for some reason…you wanted to see the look the detective gave when you blew smoke right in his face.
‘Then it looks like your gonna be waiting a long time because I’m not saying shit to you.’ You thought to yourself.
***
Ragnar removed his shirt and headed towards the bathroom. He dug through the cabinet beneath the sink and pulled out a pair of clippers. If there were any recent photos of him, the cops would be looking for a man with long hair. That was gonna have to change.
He turned the clippers on and began working on his new hair cut. It came to be just a standard short haircut with the front just an inch longer so it stood up straight. After cleaning up he pulled out his phone and called the only person he knew to call.
“Ragnar? What’s wrong?” Floki’s voice came over the phone.
“My sons… They fucked up big time. How much money is clean?” Ragnar asked.
“There’s enough for each of you to have around 3 million.” Floki replied.
Ragnar sighed. All the years of robbing banks and that was all he was gonna have to settle for. A lousy 3 million dollars.
“The numbers are big, Ragnar. I can’t manage to clean it all in one night. You said it yourself when we started this, we do it right or we don’t do it at all.” Floki commented.
Ragnar nodded his head. “You’re right. I have a quick question, is there anyway you can get your hands on some police uniforms?”
Floki giggled. “When have I never been able to anything for you Ragnar?”
Ragnar felt a little weight being lifted off his shoulders. It would be very helpful when they went in, looking like cops.
“What’s happened Ragnar?” Floki questioned.
“My sons brought Y/N on a job that went wrong. Cops almost got them. They managed to get Y/N though. Come tomorrow I’m busting her out and we’re gonna go our separate ways.” Ragnar replied.
“They have a shift change where the station will be very vulnerable with only a few officers on duty. The next one will be around 6 pm. I’d do it then if I were you.” Floki advised.
Ragnar thought about it. It’d give him enough time to pack essentials, come up with a plan, and find the right path for all of his sons to take before they parted their ways. He already knew where he was taking Y/N and hoped she would like it because it was where they were going to stay for a long time.
“Thank you Floki, for everything you have done.”
It sounded like Floki sniffled. “For you, Ragnar, I will do anything.”
Ragnar nodded his head. “When can you have it all delivered?”
“I’ll be there first thing in the morning.” Floki replied.
He heard the phone click and pulled it away from his head. Next, he would have to find places for his sons to go and he had an idea.
There was no ordinary job or life that would be fit for his sons. So he quietly walked into Hvitserk’s room and grabbed his laptop. The world wide web was not only for average Joe’s. There was a place you could go for illegal drugs, videos, and even other things.
It was called the dark web. A place that wasn’t meant for ordinary people. And somewhere past the videos of torture, illegal offerings, there was a website. For a secret agency offering payment to those who killed targets. All you had to do was send a cryptic message to a number that was foreign and clearly untraceable.
Ragnar pulled out his phone and quickly send the message of random numbers to the number displayed at the bottom.
Within a minute his phone rang. He answered the restricted number and put the phone to his ear.
“Ragnar Lothbrok, what are you doing on my website?” A familiar voice questioned him.
“Hello to you to Harald. I was wondering what you have been doing since we ran a job together.” Ragnar replied.
There was a faint chuckling coming from the phone. “So, why are you looking for a job? Are your little jobs not paying enough? Or are you tired of waiting for your friend to launder the money?”
Ragnar rolled his eyes. “This isn’t for me. Besides, the waiting is proving to be worth it. It’s actually for… My sons.”
If Harald was in front of him, he probably would have seen him smile. “Ah, yes the infamous sons of Ragnar. You want them to work for me now? What has changed?”
“They’re savages. They are seeking continuous blood shed and I can’t give it to them. But based on your website, it looks like you can.” Ragnar answered.
“Sounds like they’ve gotten themselves in a jam. Tell you what, I can help your sons. But when they get the messages I send them, they need to do exactly as the message says.” Harald hinted.
Ragnar understood what he was saying. “They have no problem with killing women.”
“Good. Where will they be tomorrow? I can leave vehicles, weapons, cash, phones linked to new accounts and new ID’s for them.” Harald offered.
“Tomorrow night, at 6:30, they will be on the abandoned highway about 50 miles from the police station. Can you do that?”
Harald was quiet for a minute. “Tell Hvitserk to hack into the cameras and shut them down around 6:25 pm. So my men won’t be recorded.”
“Got it. Hey, Harald. How did you know it was me?” Ragnar questioned.
“Look down at the laptop.”
Ragnar looked down and saw a little green light beside the front camera. Was he watching him?
“Nice hair cut.” Harald answered.
Ragnar scowled.
“How else am I to know that you’re not a cop? The moment the camera turns on it traces your face in an illegal database and your identity is pulled up. I who you are, even if you’re an undercover or a fed. I even know your location.”
He had a point there.
“How is your number untraceable?” He questioned.
“I’d love to tell you that, but Ragnar, my friend and life time rival, if I did, I’d have to kill you.” Harald replied.
Ragnar smiled. “Perhaps another time.” He hung the phone up and exhaled.
[6:00 pm]
“This is beyond stupid. We mine as well just hand ourselves to the police.” Hvitserk commented.
Ragnar turned to Hvitserk. “You really want to talk about stupid right now? Really?”
Hvitserk quickly turned on his heels and shook his head.
“Listen, after we get Y/N out, that will be it. I’m dropping you off at the vehicles that Harald left for you and then you guys are on your own. Split up, don’t do anything that will draw attention to yourselves, and live your life the way you want to.” Ragnar added in.
“What if she told them something?” Ivar asked.
“I think we would have been all over the news. So far, they have nothing. Our DNA, yes. But since none of us have our blood in the database they don’t know whose DNA it is.” Ragnar pointed out.
“So we’re really just gonna walk in there with no guns?” Sigurd sneered.
“There’s about 3 cops in there. The detective is out getting something to eat. We do this now and we do it right. No fucking gunshots. Too much nose. I’m gonna go in first, the moment they see my face, their gonna know I’m not an officer. I need Bjorn right behind me and Ubbe. Hvitserk, cut the surveillance now. Ivar, you and Sigurd thread throw the station and stay quiet. See if you can find Y/N.”
***
This was torture. Sitting at a table for countless hours and not being able to see anything other than the 4 walls around you and the mirror in front of you was irritating beyond point. You sighed and walked up to the mirror.
“Hey! Are you gonna let me go or what?” You shouted as you banged on the mirror.
The silence made you nervous. It just didn’t feel right. The detective went to get a snack and had yet to of come back. Usually an officer would have at least come by to check on you. Something had to be wrong.
“Hello? Anybody listening?” You shouted.
You heard a loud click and the door creaked open. You gasped and quickly turned around to see Ivar standing in front of you with a dark smile on his face.
“What? No, no, no. This has to be a dream or something. Or maybe I’m going crazy. You’re not here. You’re not really here.” You muttered to yourself.
“Oh, trust me, I’m real. Come on, we don’t have much time!” Ivar grabbed your wrist and began running out the door.
You widened your eyes as rounded a corner and nearly tripped over a cop.
“Oh, watch the bodies, there’s a couple more out front.” Ivar warned.
“Oh - holy shit! You killed him!” You screeched.
“Yeah, it wasn’t just me.”
“Come on, in the van! Let’s go!” Ragnar yelled.
He quickly grabbed your free arm and pulled you right out of Ivar’s grip.
“Ragnar? You came back for me!” You exclaimed.
He quickly stopped in his tracks and turned you to look at him. His hands cradled your face. “You really think I’d leave you behind? I’m just gonna have to remind you when we get to the spot, that you’re apart of this family.” He leaned down and scooped you over his shoulder. “And once you’re apart of us, there is no turning back.”
That was true, in the most disturbing way. Ragnar put you in the passenger seat and ran around th the driver seat.
“Everyone in?” Ragnar peaked behind him to see all 5 of his sons crammed in the back of the van. “Good.”
The van lunged forward and you felt yourself being pushed into the seat. That’s when you noticed the long dreadful silence filling the van. You looked in the rearview mirror and noticed for the first time since you’ve seen them…the sons of Ragnar all had a look of shame.
“I never thought I’d say this…but I think you broke your sons.” You spoke to break the silence.
Ragnar didn’t smile. He just kept driving with his eyes on the road.
“Okay, what’s going on?” You asked.
The silence was making you nervous.
Were they…
Were they gonna kill you?
Your heart knocked in your ribs and your stomach dropped.
“Someone say something! Fucking anything!” You demanded.
“We’re splitting up.” Bjorn finally spoke.
You turned to look at him. “What? Why?”
“Because they made a mess that’s impossible to clean up. I set them up with money, and other things they will need. This is for everyone’s own good.” Ragnar replied.
You turned to Ragnar.
“Or it’s because he’s gotten tired of sharing you and wants him all to himself. Can’t say I blame him for it though.” Ivar commented.
Ragnar brought his eyes to the rearview mirror. “If that was the case, I would have never let you touch her in the first place and you know it Ivar. This was all your doing and you know it, so stop trying to pin the blame on me.”
Well then…
“Cameras on this empty highway have been cut off. It will only last about an hour until someone is being sent out here.” Hvitserk commented.
Ragnar peaked in the mirror then brought his eyes to the road. “Good. Listen, the vehicles are coming up close, I want you guys to do everything Harald says cause now, every single one of you owes him. Check the phones when you get in the car cause there might be some directions.”
Not long after that there was 3 cars left abandoned on the side of the road. A beautiful blue gran torino, A black chevy Camaro, and a white ford mustang with dark blue stripes.
“Alright boys, this is it.” Ragnar spoke as he put the van in park. He turned to you. “If you want to say goodbye to them, now’s the time to do it.”
You nodded your head and stepped out of the van. You heart sunk into your stomach and your eyes became watery. It no longer surprised you how much you were gonna miss them. Ragnar was right. They were your new family now and it was becoming torn apart.
They all grabbed large duffle bags out of the back and a backpack, you assumed full of clothes.
“Alright, no tears little one. We are grown men. We can take care of ourselves.” Ubbe wrapped you in a tight embrace. “But I am going to miss you.” He whispered in your ear before giving you a gentle kiss.
You sniffled and turned to Bjorn. “Now I know you definitely can take care of yourself.” You joked.
Bjorn smiled and chuckled with a little light beaming in his eyes. “Yeah, but still life is better with you in it.” He gently placed a hand on the nape of your head and he leaned his forehead against yours. “Take care of the old man. Hmm?” He asked.
It was your turn to chuckle. He pulled away and headed towards the Gran Torino. Hvitserk sighed and searched your body with his eyes. “Thank you, for all that you have done. You probably don’t see it, but you being with us helped…a little.” Hvitserk kissed your forehead and moved towards the white ford mustang.
Sigurd simply ran his hands through your hair. “Be good while we’re gone.”
Ivar was the last to approach you. He eyed you up and down slowly. “I didn’t think I’d ever say this…but I’m really glad Ragnar didn’t let me kill you.”
You scowled. He cupped your face with both his hands and crashed his lips into yours. The sudden movement made you gasp and when you parted your lips he used the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. You felt your heart pound and your breathing started to grow heavy. But then he pulled away.
“Be good for my father, huh?” He asked.
You nodded your head and watched him get in the white mustang with Hvitserk. One by one, the cars were started up and you stood right in the middle of the empty highway to watch them leave.
Ragnar placed a hand on your shoulder. “Come on. We can’t stay.”
You whipped away your tears and followed him back to the van.
“So where do we go now?” You asked.
“Somewhere off grid. But with a beautiful sight. A private beach is close by so I think your gonna like it.” He put his the van in drive and the both of you took off.
Despite your concerns for his sons you felt your lips curl into a smile. “So does this mean I’ll be able to go outside more often?”
He looked at you. “You’ve proven yourself to me so it only seems fair if I let you go out as long as you please.”
You stopped for a second. “But your not worried about anyone tracking me down? Or your sons?”
Ragnar chuckled. “I had Hvitserk hack into their computers, he erased everything that was on the computer about you and the crime scene. Sigurd snagged everything that was on paper. All that’s left is the detective that was questioning you.”
“But then there’s the scene itself. They can go back and retrace -”
“No they can’t. You see, my dear friend Floki, is really good at alot of things… Like… Playing with fire.” Ragnar commented.
You sighed with relief. Ragnar really knew how to cover his tracks.
“And the detective?” You wondered.
“Ivar and Hvitserk already said they would handle it.”
You relaxed and leaned back into the seat. Without another thought you felt your eyelids grow heavy. Eventually you closed your eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
***
You awoke once you realized the van was no longer moving. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to Ragnar who was looking at you.
“We’re here.” He opened his door and stepped out.
You stretched your arms out and looked around you. Ragnar was right, the place was beautiful. A big white house stood in front, surrounded by trees. When you stepped out you could feel the cool ocean breeze. And with the silence, you could actually hear the ocean waves crashing.
“Is there anything I can get you?” Ragnar asked as he leaned against the van and folded his arms in front of his chest.
“A shower.” You replied. “Let’s start with that.”
Ragnar pulled out the keys and walked up the wooden steps before he opened the door. “The bathroom’s upstairs, first door on the right, I got some new clothes for you, I’ll bring them in for you, if you want.”
“Thank you.” You murmured.
You only taken a moment to notice the beautiful wooden floors and the nice white walls. After staying overnight at the station all you wanted to do was shower. Then maybe sleep some more. You peeled off your dirty nightgown and reached into the shower.
Just the soft hiss sound of the water starting up made you sigh. Yes. A shower was what you needed. You slowly allowed the hot water to cascade down your body before searching for some kind of soap. There was brand new soap, shampoo and conditioner, and even razors to shave with.
This place really was going to be your new home.
Just after rinsing off you heard the curtain behind you move and felt a light breeze. You felt something press against your back and the hands on your hips slowly guided you to turn around. Ragnar cradled your face in his hands and gently pushed you against the wall. You blinked and brought your eyes down to his black shirt.
“Look at me.” He tilted your face up and placed his lips into yours.
You parted your lips and allowed his tongue entrance into your mouth.
“You’re getting wet.” You commented.
He smiled and removed his shirt, placing it at his feet. His hands moved behind you and the water shut off. You felt his hands grip the back of your thighs and you were lifted up on his hips.
“Ragnar, don’t! We’re gonna slip and fall.” You giggled.
“Don’t worry, I got you.” He headed out of the bathroom and began walking further down the hallway until he reached the end.
The two of you entered a large room with a california king bed that had a canopy with beautiful curtains tied back. You widened your eyes and gasped when he gently tossed you on the bed.
“Wow! This is a real nice place.” You commented as Ragnar began unbuckling his belt.
“I managed to get it a couple of weeks ago. Thinking about calling it my early retirement home.” He joked.
You chuckled.
He pulled his pants all the way down and climbed on the bed. You spread your legs and watched as his lips pressed against your thigh. He moved right between your legs and darted his tongue out. You felt his warm moist tongue lap at your clit and you threw your head back, releasing a loud moan.
His tongue swirled and rolled around your throbbing clit before he moved it down to your entrance. Your hips bucked up as he dipped his tongue in your entrance and brought it back to your clit where he started a gentle suction.
“Oh. Fuck.” You moaned.
Ragnar pulled away and began trailing kisses up your stomach to your chest. He palmed one of your breasts and latched his mouth on the other. You ran your hands through his short hair and began to whimper. Your hips grinded into his, searching for some kind of friction. He shoved a hand down between the two of you and lined his tip at your entrance.
You felt his hips lunge forward and you cried out his name. He brought his lips to your throat, scraping his teeth against a patch of your skin. Your heart pounded and your breathing grew heavier by the second. Everytime he thrusted inside you, your body burned, wanting more.
His lips finally covered yours in a heated kiss and you muffled moans into his mouth. The taste of you on the tip of his tongue only made your body illuminate with a warm glow.
Fuck.
You wanted him like this 24-7.
The fire building in your gut made you roll on top of him with your hand pressing on his chest. His lips curled into a smile as you began rolling your hips, pumping yourself up and down on his cock. There was a look of content in his eyes. He moved his hands to your hips and bucked his hips up.
Fuck, yes!
You arched your back and felt the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot.
“Fuck, Ragnar!” You moaned.
“That’s it, Y/N. Come for me.” Ragnar groaned. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
You rolled your hips and your entire body clenched tight. Your thighs trembled around his waist and you became swept away with a rush of warm tingles flooding your body.
Oh fuck, this was like the mother of all orgasms. Your vision flashed white and your entire body curled forward. Ragnar’s grip on your waist tightened and he leaned his forehead into yours. He let out a final groan before finally spilling his seed inside you.
You rolled off of him and curled in a ball, full of exhaustion. Ragnar wrapped his arms around you and sighed.
“I love you.” He whispered before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
You had already fallen into a deep sleep and Ragnar wasn’t going to be one to disturb you just yet. After all, he’d have you all to himself from now on. And anyone who would try to stop that would regret it. Because after all, he was the Savage King.