#Ivar Fan Fic

[collecting-stories]

Willow - Ivar the Boneless

Summary: Feast night in Kattegat, some pretty shameless flirting.

A/N: I haven't written vikings in forever but part of this was in my drafts from like, last year and I finally finished it this morning.

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✰ wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark ✰

The lanterns that lined the path from the village to the fjord were lit, glowing a warm orange beneath the ever darkening sky. There were soft sounds of a lyre playing somewhere just beyond your line of sight, settling a trance over the whole of the village as you made your way through smaller parties that gathered outside of the great hall, enchanted by the warm night. Feast nights were always your favorite, less of a formality than a festival or a celebration, you weren't so watched on a feast night as you were other times. 

"Have you come to join the dancing?"

Still, there were some whose gaze you never quite seemed to escape. As you addressed the rustling of bushes near your knees, you peered down in the dim light to find Ivar, stakes dug into the ground as he frowned up at you, obviously not amused by the playful teasing. 

"Perhaps someone could string me up like those nonsensical dolls they bring to market, wouldn't you enjoy that?" He retorted, thinking of the countless times he'd requested his mother have the man with the marionettes killed. Or punished violently, he wasn't picky. 

You bent your knees, squatting down so your butt hovered over the grass, reaching a hand out to stroke Ivar's cheek. He leaned his face into your touch, turning his head just so to brush his lips to your open palm.

"You think I am making fun of you? You forget then, I have felt the way you move against me when we are beneath the furs on your bed my love, there is no dance I long for more." You replied. 

Ivar huffed, tilting his head down just enough to nip at your exposed wrist, "now I know you are playing with me." He replied, "I should have you strung up like that marionettes."

When you smiled he couldn't deny the triumphant feeling that gripped his heart, as if some unknown force was saying 'look, you who is so plagued by hideous feelings and darkness, you have made the sun shine in the dead of night'. 

"You would enjoy that." You repeated his words back to him, a statement this time and not a question. 

Carefully, so that you didn't fall over completely, you stood back up, brushing your hands down the front of your clothing. Ivar watched you as the doors to the great hall sung open and more people filed out, shouting and laughing with each other. The lights inside the building and the ruckus had drawn your attention for a split second but then your gaze was back on Ivar, the soft light of the lanterns shining on his face and illuminating his blue eyes. 

"Shall we take our leave?" You asked, sounding somewhat conspiratorial as you watched him. 

Despite the informality of the feast, you were certain your parents would notice if you were gone for too long or if you left early. They'd been careful with you ever since you'd come of age, cautious of who took an interest in their youngest child. Though they knew better than to speak out of turn about the disabled son of Ragnar Lothbrok, you could see, and so could most everyone else, that he was not who they wanted you to spend time with. Ivar knew, certainly. He'd seen the disdainful looks but it rarely deterred him. Ivar had always been someone who got exactly what he wanted, whether through temper tantrums, deceit, manipulation, or someone's misguided pity. Still, he looked almost surprised at the suggestion, though it only showed for a split second before he was schooling his expression to a neutral one. 

"I thought feast nights were your favorite? Don't you want to celebrate all who have returned from raiding?" He asked, shifting his weight so he could look up at you with more ease.

"Of course I want to," you replied, ignoring the first of his questions, "but I don't think I need anyone in there watching me celebrate your safe return."

Ivar's face flushed up to his ears and you smiled in satisfaction. "You are worse than Loki with your tricks." 

"What tricks?" You asked, sitting this time, your legs crossed in front of you and knees brushing against his hands. You leaned forward, your face as close to Ivar's as you could be without touching him, "don't you want to celebrate?" 

"What would your father say, hm?" Ivar hummed, secretly thrilled when your hand found its place cradling his face again, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. 

"Are you really more interested in discussing my father?" You asked, "when I am famished and have been waiting since the ships first crested the horizon to feast?"

"Were you not just in the great hall?" Ivar questioned, squinting in the dim lantern light so that he could appraise your words. 

"I was. You weren't though and I have been eager to sink my teeth into you," you teased, snapping playfully at him. 

The flush was back on Ivar's cheeks tenfold, flustered by the very suggestion that you wanted to be with him. It wasn't the first time you and he had laid together. Thank god for that, Ivar thought briefly as you stood again, stepping off the path and back toward the bushes that Ivar had come out of before. 

Your first time together had been awkward and slightly painful and he had been embarrassed for some weeks afterward that you would be hesitant to speak to him again, let alone allow him in your bed. Some goddess had blinded you with love or lust or adoration though because you seemed so taken with him from then on that you often sought him out, much to his own excitement. Ivar was just as adoring and in love as you were, if not more. While it was more than true that he got exactly what he wanted all the time, it was always better when he was wanted back. 

"Are you coming?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him. 

"Yes. You'll notice it is a bit more difficult to turn around when you're unable to stand up." He grumbled, digging his stakes into the ground as he shifted himself around to follow you. 

"Perhaps, but I do so enjoy watching you."

"Humorous is it?" Ivar snapped, missing the way you smiled at his sour disposition. 

"Not the word I would use," you replied. "Is a snake in the grass humorous? Or is it beautiful? Dangerous? Exciting?" 

"I am a snake now?"

"Oh, most assuredly my love, you are full of venom. Though, I would gladly let you bite me." You teased, watching him as he caught up with you. 

"You have not let me yet," he replied, looking far more sour at that remark than at anything else you'd said all night.

"Patience."

He huffed, "I have endured a treacherous ocean, armies of men, illness, injury, near death...and you tell me to have patience?"

"Just for a simple kiss." You replied, as if it was nothing to him, "you have brought riches back with you...surely that means more than a simple kiss."

Ivar tugged your ankle as you stepped closer to him, knocking your legs out from under you and watching with satisfaction as you fell to the ground. 

"Ivar!" You laughed, uninjured and no less enamored with him than you had been before. He smiled, devious grin lighting up his features in the dark as he crawled over you, staking the ground over your sleeve so that you couldn't move away from him. "What are you doing?"

"I have no patience," he replied, "I shall have my feast here."

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[lokifromvalhalla]

A nice punishment

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Ivar The Boneless x [gender neutral] Reader Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 2 100 Kind of content: Oral fixation / Nipple play

Playing with his chest does get Ivar to shut up for a little. It feels way better than it should.

Not proofread! Sorry for any mistake!

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“How many times do I have to tell you?” You sighed as your hands ran across his warm back, feeling every muscle and the bump of every scar under your fingertips. That was something you had done so many times already that you almost memorized his whole back, always knowing if there was any new scar, as small as it could be.

Ivar scoffed, his back vibrating with each word. “And what do you want me to do? Simply not go anywhere? Just sit here like your little doll, is it?” Of course he would be dramatic, twist your words just so you could feel guilty and let him do whatever he wanted, but you already had a resistance to his whining just like Ubbe and Hvitserk, even if it wasn’t as strong. Dealing with Ivar wasn’t any new to you; you were there long before Ragnar returned, then with him when Ragnar came back and took him to England, helped avenge his father’s death, and now dominate York.

The flames from the torches hanging from the stone walls illuminated the room. Ivar had taken over the cathedral so he could establish his base, and used one of the  main rooms—probably the bishop's—for himself. It was wide, rather luxurious, as a noble's place. In the first days, you would just hang around the room, but with how he kept asking you to help him with massages or undoing his braces until late at night, now it was also yours.

Today was something like this. A long day of unnecessary efforts and blueish eyes by the morning had Ivar’s muscles protesting in pain, so you were there once again, your hands rubbing oil against his rough skin in an attempt to help him despite all the complaints. He did appreciate what you were doing, though. You knew it was some sort of facade because, even between four walls and a closed door, Ivar still had to keep his goddamn posture at least in a few points to ‘keep you humble’. As if you couldn’t shape him exactly the way you wanted, just like Ubbe would do with his younger brothers sometimes.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea,” you chuckled against his skin and pressed a kiss to the back of his ear. “My pretty little doll, all for me to use, hm?”

Ivar was silent for a moment, choking on his own words to the same level his cheeks heated up, just seconds before he was turning around and throwing his hands in the air. “What do you think you’re saying? I’m going to feed you flaming hot iron if you keep it like this!”

Another chuckle escaped your lips as you pushed him to face forward again. “And what?” You pulled him against you so his back met your chest instead. “Lose your best warrior? Best strategist? I don’t think you could handle even a day without me, knowing I’m not coming back,” you mumbled, chin over his shoulder and arms under his whilst watching your hands work against his ribs, slowly going up.

Whatever was going on in Ivar’s mind, vanished at the moment your hands started running over his chest. Instead, there were only quiet and incoherent grumbles that you could barely make out. “(Y/n), what...” His words trailed off, breath caught in his throat—he tried to fight against the will to arch his back at the feeling of your fingers tracing his nipples, running around them until they were hard. "Wh..."

"I'm just doing the massage you asked for," you scoffed, hands going down his torso just to come up and stop right under his pecs, proceeding to go up slowly. Ivar hissed at the friction as he arched his back; his hands tugged a little on the sheets before they found their way to your thighs, hence his nails sank into the skin messily in an attempt to both ground himself and warn you. Fruitlessly, of course. "How was your day, Ivar? You just mentioned why you're in so much pain, but never really told me what happened while I was gone.”

“Quit playing.”

“I asked you a question.” The weight in your voice had him shutting up for a moment, though the silence was quickly broken by a moan. Your fingers pinched his nipple, and it shouldn’t feel so good.

Ivar sucked in a breath, at first just spitting out stutters until the way you squeezed his pec had him speaking. “I—I was training, but then got... got in a fight.”

Got in a fight? You clicked your tongue. “Ivar. You woke up with blue-ish eyes, why would you even do that?” It was entertaining to watch how sensitive he was, slowly starting to squirm just because of his chest being fondled.

An indignant gasp came from Ivar, but he paused for a moment; his head leaned back against your shoulder for a moment while his hand adjusted against your thigh. “No...! I couldn’t let that happen! H—He was challenging me! Provoking!” His voice cracked once you pinched his nipple, playing with it between your index finger and your thumb, daring to give it an experimental tug. A louder gasp escaped his lips, back arched against you.

Oh, the old discourse about how a cripple can’t rule properly, you thought. It was already getting annoying to deal with.

“Of course, you ignored everything,” you mumbled, continuing to pinch his nipple, though now also doing the same to the other, and it was enough to start reducing him to pieces—the already uneven breathing lost its pace completely while his fingers trying to grip onto your skin however they could, almost having him throw his hips in the air in search for friction. “and grabbed your little sword so you’d kill the poor man.”

“Not a poor man!” Ivar growled. “He dared to doubt... of one of the sons...” He never finished his sentence, words lost into the dark corners of the room once you let go of him so you could get off your position. “Hey! What are you doing?” The blue irises were nothing but thin rings around the dilated pupils that observed you in desire.

Your chuckle had his eyebrows lowering, mouth pursing. “I thought you didn’t like it?” You raised an eyebrow, moving around until you straddled his thighs, pushing him back against the pillows. Whatever answer he had on the tip of his tongue, it died down with the way you parted his legs with a knee, carefully, instead earning yourself a glare, but it would take a lot more to discourage you. His hips were warm under your hands as you held onto them while leaning down to press kisses to his neck, sometimes nibbling on the skin. “You complain so much, sometimes I don’t know whether it’s real or not. How do you feel being so annoying?” 

“I think that you should shut the fuck up before getting yourself killed.” Empty words, of course. Ivar liked the teasing, if anything. In contrast to his words, his arms wrapped around your shoulders at the same time he threw his head back into the pillows to grant you more access.

You breathed a chuckle against his skin, feeling it rise with a shiver according to how you trailed down. “Oh, honey, you still insist on tricking yourself that you can live without me? Pitiful.”

It was fun to tease Ivar then silence him, watch the frustration build up in groans and quiet complaints, his nails sometimes pressing into your skin a little too hard. He was once again silenced, letting out a hum instead at how your lips worked on a spot some inches down his collarbones, sucking and nibbling on the skin until a purple spot was left behind. You knew he had some sort of sensitivity when it came to his chest, but you never knew it was that great until you decided to start exploring it that night; it probably was greater that time, given how long he had gone without being touched like that.

The way he shuddered and breathed shakily just because of how your tongue ran flat over his nipple was truly rewarding. You did it once more, this time snatching a moan that extended itself by how his crotch found a nice source of friction when meeting your thigh on the way once it pushed up. Your grip on his hips didn’t really prevent him from moving, more of guiding his movements and limiting his freedom.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you came untouched,” you mention. You could taste the light herbal taste of the oil on your tongue—it wasn’t bad, actually.

Ivar clicked his tongue, glancing down at you with a glare that would’ve made anyone else start praying for their life, but not you. Never you. That look didn’t give you anything more than entertainment. “Do you wish to die?”

“To kill you would be fun, actually.” A grin tugged on your lips, easily having Ivar more flustered. He wasn’t in position to criticize anything anymore, nor had enough coherent thoughts for it; he just turned his head away instead.

At first, soft kisses surrounded his nipple, soon being replaced by your teeth softly tugging on the skin, and there it was—whines spilled from his mouth with every nib until he clasped a hand over his own mouth in an attempt to muffle his sounds. It had you pausing, taking a moment to observe his messy form. Sweat had some of his hair strands stuck to his forehead, skin already flush and glistening softly under the dancing light of the flames. His chest heaved up and down with the deep sharp inhales.

The lack of interaction had Ivar’s eyes slowly turning to look at you, and that fucking deathly gaze had something stirring in your lower stomach.

“I wanna hear you,” you finally said, pressing a kiss to his fingers before you started to tug his hand away from his face, finally kissing his lips instead. His hands somehow felt in the way of something, something he didn’t know, but it still didn’t really feel right to just grip onto the sheets while you worked on him. He whined softly against your lips, kissing back with little care because all that mattered was how good you treated him, nibbling on his lips and letting your tongue meet his.

His back started arching once you started trailing down his neck once again, this time starting to nibble on the area around his nipple right away, this time working on the opposite one, with your hands back around his hips, tightly. “Fuck,” he whispered softly, voice tight in his throat, soon replaced by a moan. Your lips wrapped around his nipple to suck softly on it until he was arching his back and fighting against your hands, so you’d change to running your tongue flat against the nub instead.

It was slow and agonizing. Every single time the feeling would start to take over Ivar, erase the thoughts away from his head and have his eyes rolling back, you were there to pull him down, ground him again. Ivar crashed back into reality with quiet complaints and groans that only motivated you to continue, even if your lips would be left sore later. Then, there it was, finally. This time, you weren’t pulling away at the moment his hips started pushing up; you continued to suck on his nipple, even letting your teeth tug on it, and he wasn’t even that restrained anymore, with one of your hands letting go of him to instead fondle with the opposite side of his chest.

A string of curses escaped Ivar’s lips, though soon interrupted by the lack of air in his lungs, his teeth gritted and eyes pressed shut. His hips dragged slowly against your thigh, sending sparkles up his body and down again, right to his lower stomach. His shorter breaths had each time more space between them, as if just breathing would drive his focus away from his release, but then, there it was; a long moan was drawn from his lips at the same moment he finally came. As much as you wanted to see the face he was making, it seemed more of an advantage to continue messing with him until he was squirming, on the edge of oversensitivity.

You pressed a kiss to the bright red skin before you finally brought yourself up to look at him. He had his eyes shut, mouth moving lightly in inaudible mumbles to himself until he opened one eye lazily to observe you.

“You good, love?”

Ivar nodded lightly. “Do you need me to...?”

“No, no.” You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “For the gods, Ivar,” you chuckled, “look at you. Came untouched, in your pants!” And just a few words had the haze that took over him fading away, replaced by his usual annoyance, curses and threats that escaped his lips seemingly unstoppingly.

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[bouncehousedemons]

Milk

Rating: E Pairing: (Modern) Ivar the Boneless x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus Word count: 450

Summary: Ivar hates milk. Until he tastes it on your lips.

Read the full fic here.

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[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - STRICTLY 18+ NSFW Language

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

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This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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Masterpost

CHAPTER 6

At exactly 3pm your bell goes. A smile is on your face and an excited flutter in your stomach is present as you open the door to him. You have never seen him look so fucking sexy. He is in grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, his hair isn’t as perfect as usual either. You have only seen him in super formal dress, shirts, ties and trousers. This casual look is really doing it for you.

“You are very punctual,” you tease him and he smiles at you.

“You are overdressed, I thought this was sweatpants day?” He looks at your summer dress.

“Not that I’m complaining, this little dress is sexy on you, and it’s got easy access,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“You are denied access today, and I am going to change into my sweats, you look comfy in yours and I’m jealous,” you laugh and beckon him into your place.

“Have a seat, I’m going to change,” you tell him.

“Can I have a seat on your bed and watch you?” Ivar inquires, fake innocence in his voice.

You just look him over and tut, walking away, smiling when you know he can’t see you.

You come back into your living room and he is sitting super close to your spot on the sofa. He smiles as you walk in, and looks you up and down. You have a hoodie on but have deliberately chosen some shorts so he can see some skin.

“You're not going to be cold?” He asks, smirking. You smile and shake your head.

“So, what shall we watch?” You ask him and you take a seat next to him on the couch and cross your legs.

“I don’t know what you want to watch but I’m going to watch you,” he says, eyes trailing over your legs.

“Funny and a bit creepy all at once,” you laugh at him. He chuckles and pulls your closest leg over lap. It feels natural to you so you leave it there.

“Put on something I won’t have seen,” he says to you as his hands rest on your shin.

You think for a second. Something reality TV based, he doesn’t strike you as a reality TV man.

“Oh you are going to regret that, I watch the biggest load of shite there is!” You laugh. “Tell me if my leg starts to hurt yours, ok?” You tell him quietly. He faces you quickly and nods, with a small smile on his face.

You put on The Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills and glance at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh shit, yes! Is Lisa Vanderpump still in this? She cracks me up,” he says, looking at you. You are dumbfounded. “What?” He asks.

“I didn’t have you down as a Housewives fan!” You laugh.

“Oh there’s lots you don’t know about me, Y/N,” he gives you a cheeky wink.

You watch the show and his hands stay on your leg occasionally moving them up and down and it feels amazing.

“Keep rubbing my leg, it feels good” you tell him when his hands stop. He smiles but keeps his eyes on the TV. His hands move up and down and start massaging your thigh, you are very aware that your legs are open now his hand is travelling up your thigh.

There is very little material covering you up. As nice as it feels you have no plans for anything sexual to happen between you tonight. You shift to close your legs and you rest your head on his shoulder. If he notices he doesn’t say anything or change his actions. You feel him turn his head slightly and he gives you a small kiss into your hair, sending butterflies flapping in your stomach.

You have been watching trash TV in silence for over an hour. It’s a comfortable silence from you, you suddenly realise this might actually be boring as fuck for him. You forgot for a minute that he is probably used to spending his time doing much more upmarket things than lazing around watching shite TV.

“Ivar, are you bored? Sorry, I’ve just realised we haven’t really spoken in the last hour, I got sucked into the show and I feel really comfortable around you,” you apologise to him.

“I’m not bored at all actually, this is exactly what I want to be doing. I hardly ever get the chance to just chill out fully. Someone is always trying to get me to do something I don’t want to do, something business related, even on the weekends. I feel the most relaxed I have in a while.” His tone seems genuine to you. “I'm really enjoying just being next to you,” he admits, shyly.

You are studying his face, not a hint of bullshit is detected and that makes you smile.

“Do you want to kiss me? I want to kiss you. I’ve been thinking about kissing you again since you got here,” you tell him in a matter of fact tone. His tongue travels to his lips.

“I would like that very much,” he answers, voice full of anticipation.

You swing your legs off of his lap and shift yourself until you are facing him, with your legs underneath you. His body shifts so he is facing you, you are close to him again you can smell his shampoo and fabric softener.

You lean into him so your faces are close and press your mouth to his. It starts slowly, small pecks until a spark of lust ignites in you and you are carding your hand through his hair to the back of his neck whilst your other hand runs up his muscular bicep and settles there. You open your mouth at the same time as him and both your tongues slip into the other's mouth in unison. You explore each other and a blush covers your face. No kiss has ever felt so sensual to you, it's making your head spin. He has a hand gripping tightly to one of your thighs whilst the other is on your face.

There are fireworks going off in your stomach, you wonder if he is feeling even half of what you are.

Your lungs start to scream so you pull away, heavily breathing in his air. His eyes open slowly and take a second to focus on you, his hand still on your cheek. You’ve had enough oxygen so you dive back into his kiss, the sensation is intoxicating. You could stay like this for the rest of your life and die happy.

You eventually need to resurface, annoyingly, and you look into his beautiful eyes when you do.

“You are the best kisser,” you tell him, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Yeah?” His face alight with pride “I’m pretty good all round with my tongue,” he starts laughing and kisses you again. You smile into his mouth at his cheeky response.

You spend an age locked together, you don’t know how much time has passed but you know you haven’t kissed someone for this long since you were a teenager. At some point, and you aren’t even sure when, you have climbed onto his lap and you're straddling him.

When you finally emerge your lips are swollen and red and your hair is dishevelled, so is his. You breathe heavily as you look at each other, smiling. You hear his stomach growl.

“Shit, you are starving. Sorry, I lost track of time! Shall I order some food?” You ask him as you get off his lap carefully. He clears his throat, adjusts his sweatpants and nods. A satisfied smile creeps in your face.

“What do you want? What are you in the mood for?”

“Apart from more of you? Chinese, how about you?” He responds with a smile.

“Ugh I might kiss you again, that’s my favourite!” You exclaim excitedly “I’m going to really try not to eat myself into a food coma,” you warn him and he laughs at you.

“I will tuck you in if you do,” he says with a big smile on his face.

Over dinner the conversation is easy. You tell him about your childhood, your school life, your family and friends and your shop. He seems genuinely interested in you, and it’s interesting to compare how he grew up. Private schooling, maids, chefs, nannies, lavish holidays, college.

“So I am now joint CEO of the company, with my mum, although she is more silent, there in the title alone really. My taking over has caused a bit of a rift with Ubbe, it wasn’t my intention, the board just didn’t think he was ready,” he explains.

“So that’s where the competition and tension comes from, I don’t envy you having to navigate through that, Ivar,” you answer him honestly.

“No, it’s not fun, but sometimes you have to do what’s best for yourself. Like with you, I know you were dating Ubbe, but when I met you I felt something I haven’t felt before. I couldn’t just let that go because of him. I think we might have real potential,” he tells you quietly “I’m sorry if that’s a bit full on, I don’t even really know how you feel about him, or me.”

“Ivar, I have no feelings for your brother. Even if I hadn’t met you, Ubbe and I would have been done. He isn’t for me, I didn’t see a future with him at all. Not that I regret it, because I try not to have regrets, but if I knew how much I was going to like you I would never have dated him, much less slept with him.”

You can see Ivar wince at those words and it’s not pleasant. You put your hand to his cheek. “Sorry if it hurts you.”

“If it bothered me that much I wouldn’t be here,” he shrugs, “can you not sleep with any more of my brothers though?” His face pulls into a wicked smile.

You take in a deep breath and pull up one side of your mouth. “No promises sunshine, I haven’t met them all yet.” Ivar lets out a massive laugh and you follow suit.

“Technically, without dating Ubbe we would never have met…” your voice trails off.

“I will be sure to thank him in the wedding speech then.” Ivar says boldly, not a hint of embarrassment on his face. You let out a shocked laugh and change the subject.

“So tell me more about your usual wooing methods.” You ask him. “Do you really buy women those expensive bracelets? It’s insane if you do, and just FYI, they are a little ugly!” You whisper the last part to him with an awkward smile on your face.

He laughs loudly. “The type of women I have been used to dating are usually from very well off families and these types of gifts are expected. It’s kind of the norm,” he shrugs.

“Dude, you need to meet better women, normal women, not women who expect diamonds off you before you’ve even started dating!” You wag a finger at him.

“I think I have, haven’t I?” His face is full of hope. He is adorable, you lean over the table to plant another kiss on his lips and wrinkle your nose at him, smiling.

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Despite trying your hardest not to fall into a food coma, you both do. You move back to the sofa sitting close together again. You notice that Ivar is fidgeting around a lot.

“Are you okay?”

“My legs are starting to hurt,” he admits quietly.

“What can I do to help? Do you have painkillers? Do you want me to rub them? You rubbed mine enough today!” You offer him. His head turns towards you slowly, surveying your face.

“I don’t want you to see them,” he says quietly, embarrassed.

“OK. I don’t have to see them to rub them, if it would feel nice? I don’t have to though, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here,” you are a little flustered and hope you haven’t offended him.

He is quiet for a while trying to decide what to do. You turn back to the TV so he doesn’t feel pressured to answer you.

“I don’t want you to touch them. I don’t want you to be turned off by me in any way.” It’s taken him courage to say that, you can tell from the blush in his cheeks.

“I wouldn’t be turned off by you, Ivar, trust me. I will be gentle,” you tell him and he gives a quick nod. “Do you want to lay down and put them over me?” You ask him and he nods quickly again and undoes his braces.

You both get into position and you put a gentle hand on his thigh and start rubbing softly. “Is this okay? Tell me if I’m going too rough or you like it a different way, okay?”

You tell him and turn back to the TV.

“I don’t know how I like it, no one has ever offered to do this for me. No one has touched them except nurses and doctors since I was a child.” His voice is so small.

“Well, I will rub them any time for you, if it will help and you like it, I know how good it feels for me and I haven’t even got any pain.” You say honestly.

He lets out a deep sound of relief when you start to touch him more, massaging as gently as you can. It feels so good to be able to help him in any small way you can.

You continue massaging his legs and watching TV until you hear small snores from the man beside you. You smile at his angelic face. He doesn’t seem at all like his reputation, you think to yourself.

You don’t want to wake him but it’s getting late and you don’t think your sofa will do his pain levels any good so you very carefully remove his legs from your lap and crawl over to wake him up. You give him a little kiss on his cheek and as he stirs you peck him on the lips.

“Ivar, wake up, it’s getting late” his eyes open and he inhales deeply.

“Thanks for rubbing my legs, I feel so relaxed. I will call my driver and go home. Thanks for a lovely day,” he tells you and kisses you.

“Do you want to stay over with me? Just to sleep though,” you offer.

His face breaks into a smile “I did bring a bag with my meds and stuff just in case!” You let out a huff of laughter at his cheekiness.

“Oh yeah? Thought you were going to get lucky did you?” You tease him with raised eyebrows.

His face pulls into an awkward smile. “I can neither confirm nor deny that there are condoms in my bag.”

“Well you will be leaving with as many as you came with!”

“Shit am I going bareback?” He says with widened eyes. Your face breaks into a shocked smile and you start laughing loudly.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N! Thanks, I would love to stay, I will keep my dick in my pants I promise!” He pulls your face to his for another kiss.

You help him up and show him where your bedroom is. You let him use the bathroom first and you get ready in the other room, to give you both some privacy. When you enter your bedroom he is under the covers with no top on and you can see a bunch of tattoos you didn’t know were there.

“Hey! That's not fair, how am I supposed to keep this sleepover clean if you flash your tattoos at me?!” Your mouth agape as your eyes sweep over him.

“The same way I’m going to have trouble with you in those tiny shorts, I can see asscheeks,” he retorts.

“Touché,” you wink at him and get into bed.

“Do you think I could get a few kisses?” You ask in fake innocence.

“Come here,” he pulls you to him and the kissing starts again, god this is the horniest you’ve been in a while, but you don’t want to sleep with him yet, you actually like him and don’t want it to turn into a one night stand. You remind yourself that despite today, and getting on really well, you don’t know him at all, and there’s an underlying unease regarding the Ubbe situation.

You break apart and you are lying side to side looking at each other.

“Good night, Y/N,” he runs his hand through your hair. “I really had a great day with you.”

“Night, Ivar. I did too,” you say sleepily.

Chapter 7

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[jadelynlace]

Agree with that other anon. I’m not a huge fan of the super rough sex fics that seem to be really big here lately (to each their own, read and write what you like ofc) so the tenderness of Ivar is just perfect. I love it so much.

thank you, I’m so glad everyone loves this AU as much as I do. it’s truly inspiring

#I’m so glad you like it

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Could you recommend some of your favorite fanfic writers in tumblr and who they write?

Oh wow. Ok. I hope you’re ready for this 🫣 list under the cut. And no, that’s not everyone but it gives you a good idea of what’s out there. Everyone I know on here and everything I read is just top-fucking-notch content.

@a-bang-for-your-bucky really has some stunning stuff in her Masterlist. You got a lush mix of Pope, Björn, and Tommy Shelby (also girl is dipping her foot in the marvel pool!)

@daydreamsofren has some very epic fics that I can highly recommend, mainly Kylo Ren but she has some lush Clyde fics too.

@acrossthesestars has a nice eclectic collection of characters like Steven Grant, Bruce Wayne, Ivar the Boneless and Frank Castle.

@kaybee87 is a new budding author for Vikings lovers!

@mariesackler writes for some Adam Driver characters but she also writes for Oscar Isaac and a few others which you can find over at @maries-menagerie

@strangunddurm writes for Flip and you’ll find some other gems hiding in there as well. (Serious smut 👌🏻👌🏻)

@deans-ch-ch-cherrypie writes for the Vikings fandom and I’ve read some delicious Hvitserk and Ivar content.

@lemongingerart my sweetheart, not only is writing a stunning Hux x OC fic but she does art for it as well. Bonus!

@starlightsearches writes for Hux and Kylo and she has some fics I continuously go back to.

@girl-next-door-writes also writes for my favourite Ginger General as well Mycroft from Sherlock.

@princessxkenobi has some seriously beautiful content. Ranging from Star Wars to Triple Frontier you can find fic for Obi, Anakin, Mando, Boba, Kylo, Cassian and even Cal Kestis. She’s also a Pedro fan. Honestly that’s a Masterlist you have to checkout.

@laters-gators has got some mind bending fics on that list, her writing is just masterful. Her last Obi fic had me drooling I swear, as did her Steven Grant/Marc content.

@hopeamarsu is one of the biggest writer supporters on this hellsite and she has some gorgeous Pedro/ Triple Frontier works hidden amongst the love on her blog.

@punkrocknpearls has a load of Vikings fic that really are my jam.

@kittensmctavish has a great Masterlist as well with things ranging from ADCU to Gingerrose.

@starsandroots has got an epic Kylo fic going on that I really need to set time aside and read!

If anyone reads this please feel free to add more authors onto this list!! I know I have forgotten some because I’ve been reading fanfic for nearly two years now and my memory is shit.

[honestsycrets]

Why not just ride Ivar after he kills people. The best of both worlds! I mean... You can't have life without death. So what better way to celebrate life by having animalistic sex next to some dead bodies.

Right, not sure how I forgot to add this to the post that inspired it but you can find it below. It isn't terribly graphic as I tend to be a fan of the soft girl in most of my works (ignoring you, dark fics of my past).

Brat

[dreamwritesimagines]

DEE OUR BELOVED NOT ONLY DID YOU WRITE MY FAVOURITE IVAR FIC (and probs my fave fic ever??? srsly i re-read foh like all the time now i am BEWITCHED!) AND NOW MY FAVOURITE ANTHONY FIC!!! BUT YOURE ALSO AN MCR FAN????? WILL YOUR WONDERS EVER CEASE????

Omg honeeeey, this is so sweet of you, thank you so much! ❤❤

Did you like the new song too??? ❤

[hecohansen31]

Not The Right Time

The Story of How We Ended Up There:

Ivar+Reader (Modern! AU).

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

So this is my second idea for Ivar!

I am honestly a bit attached to this because it is the first one which came to my mind and with it being modern! Ivar I feel a bit more secure about the characterization, but still… let me know where I have to get better or work better!

I also wanted to explain that this is fictional and that some choices made by the reader are due to the plot and not what I actually and personally believe about such a complex argument as abortion.

Don’t feel judged in the slightest by this (and if you feel, please know I don’t mean it, and what I can do to avoid this mistake in the future).

Again this is a prologue to the bigger series, but it is mostly to know whether you like this idea or not!

So if you want more, please leave a comment or a reblog so that I’ll know what you think about it!

Have a nice reading!

SUMMARY: It wasn’t the right time to have a child and it isn’t the right time for you to meet your child’s father after all those years, but maybe... time and Destiny are two huge bastards.

WORDS: 4,7 K

WARNINGS: Pregnancy, Unexpected Pregnancy, Pregnancy at a Young Age, Mention of Abortion (and Being Harsh About it), Heartbreak and General Angst, Abandonement Issues and Being A Single Mom, Mention of Infertility, Use of the Word Cripple.

You were sure that you were cursed.

Who could end up pregnant… the first time they had had sex?

And worst of all, when you were nothing more than sixteen years old.

You weren’t also the type who would risk such thing.

Although you were naïve you were well-aware of the need to use protection.

And then, in the heat of the moment, you had forgotten about everything.

Just for eight weeks after to cry on the toilet, at the discovery that you were pregnant.

You hadn’t noticed it at first: you hadn’t gotten your period for a month, but you hadn’t thought too much about that, it sometimes happened.

But then, a few weeks after you had started feeling bad, both not energetic enough to do the normal chores and also extremely nauseous, which had then resulted in you thinking that pregnancy might have been a cause of your unwellness.

You had thought for the entire time you had been waiting for the result of the pregnancy test, that it wasn’t possible, it would obviously turn out negative.

You had a successful life ahead of you, a child… wouldn’t ruin your life, but certainly it wouldn’t have ruined all your dreams.

You had been mortified to discover that you were indeed pregnant.

And then you had been indignant: there were people who constantly had unsafe sex, every time they had it and they would never ever end up with a baby on the way.

Then you had had sex once, and shit went down.

Back then you had been scared shitless of telling your parents and had hidden the pregnancy test: what would have they thought of you?

Still you had thought that you had to talk about it with somebody.

And more precisely, the father of the baby.

You and Ivar were the typical high school sweethearts: you had moved slowly from friends-to-lovers and were both late bloomers in the sex department.

Hence when Ivar had wanted to ‘try’, you had been over the moon at that news.

Lately he had grown distant from you, after you had had sex, and some part of you couldn’t help but think darkly that he wasn’t interested with you anymore ‘because he had finally gotten what he wanted’.

But you knew Ivar better than anyone: he might appear like the coldest ice king, but he was sweet and soft with you, shy and gentle, the perfect gentleman.

So, you had thought to at least inform him about ‘the child’, thinking that it was also partially his decision about the baby, although right now some part of you, the one who wanted desperately to continue on dreaming wanted to delete this ‘mistake’.

But some deeper part in you, thought about what a lovely life would have been to share a child with Ivar.

It might not have been perfect, but you felt like it would have been a nice image.

A nice image of your future.

But when you had asked Ivar to meet you at your favorite diner, the one you had chosen for your ‘first awkward date,’ he had also told you that he had something to say to you.

Had he realized that you might have been pregnant?

The entire situation there had seemed rather awkward, Ivar had this acute gaze in his eyes, not to talk about the harsh way his mouth had been closed closed in a thin line for the entire time.

He had arrived late, meanwhile you were halfway through the second of a milkshake you had been having, the pregnancy cravings playing an important role in your diet lately.

“Hey, sweetie!” you had welcomed him, your high-pitched tone, expressing your happiness to have him there, he always fixed your darkest moments “…how are you?”.

Unlike you, he didn’t seem in the mood for any sweetness.

He simply replied with a nod and ‘a fine’, waving the waitress over for a coffee, you stared at him for the entire time: you hadn’t seen him in quite for quite a few days, due to studying, and couldn’t help but set your gaze on him, welcoming any new traits of him and wanting to kiss them, passing a finger through…

“… I don’t have much time, so I’ll say this as quick as I can” and then he had caught you in his icy gaze “… I am not in love with you, anymore”.

An arrow shot through your heart would have hurt you less.

You had stammered some questions, but Ivar had been glacial in his words, definitely not asking for any reply.

“… I have discovered it from quite some time ago, I didn’t want to tell you till I was sure, but these last days… have been… I didn’t miss you” every word was a strike to your hear,  and you hadn’t been able to properly protest “… I am sorry, I pulled this for so long, but I can’t…”.

Then and there you had gotten up, probably the best option possible, the only thing of that day that, looking back, you were proud of.

You had been crying on the sofa when your parents had found you, and there you had explained anything that had happened to you.

Child included.

They had been disappointed with you and your father hadn’t talked to you for the entire pregnancy but your mother had been the bigger support for you.

She hadn’t shouted, unlike your father, but just asked what you had wanted to.

‘Do you want to…?’ she hadn’t been able to talk about the option of abortion and you had understood her: she wouldn’t approve of it, but she would have helped through the entire process “… or do you want to keep it, babygirl?”.

“Shelley! Of course, she’ll fucking…! She is too young, she can’t fucking take care of a child!” had retorted your father, and you had covered your ears, shielding them from his hurting words.

It was as if for the first time your father wasn’t seeing his little girl anymore.

And you had chosen to try so desperately to go back to that image he had of you, choosing abortion, but when you had heard the child’s heartbeat, you hadn’t been able to carry on

You had gripped your mother’s hand and pleaded to her not to go through this, not to kill your baby.

Although you’d have to grow it alone, although the heartbreak was still pretty real and although it seemed the worst and you weren’t ready, you just couldn’t delete all this, so simply.

You had taken private lessons to hide your pregnancy, since you hadn’t wanted to reveal it to anyone, avoiding any outings unless you were sure you wouldn’t have been anywhere near people you knew.

The first week after the break-up, Ivar had continued on blowing up your phone with messages and calls, but you wouldn’t even look at his messages, ignoring him till you had convinced yourself to block his number and when he had tried to visit your home to talk, he had been lucky your father was out, and you had pleaded with your mother to fake of not being inside.

You had graduated from high school, one year prior, thanks to all the credits you had collected during the years and had a private diploma ceremony with your family and your pregnant belly.

You had grown to love your baby during the pregnancy: you would talk to them whenever you could, caressing your belly and chatting with them about your day, all the funny stuff you would do together and what the world outside looked like.

The entire birth part scared you like crazy, but you thought it would have been worth it.

And it had been as you had held your child in your arms, after hours of agonizing pain.

They had been forced to cut you open since the child was taking quite his time and you wouldn’t dilatate yourself, enough.

But when you had woken up your mother was lulling him in her arms.

He looked beautiful, having gained two beautiful blue eyes and a smile that made your heart clench.

Too bad that the doctor had taken it from you too early.

‘He seems to have problem moving’ he had mentioned, meanwhile he visited the baby ‘Is there any story of problematic diseases, troubling mostly bones or muscles?’.

‘The father has osteogenesis imperfecta’ had explained your mother, meanwhile you called out for your child ‘… but it isn’t…’.

‘No, sadly it is’ he had explained, meanwhile he gently handled the baby’s legs ‘… I can already feel a few broken bones… this is going to be much more difficult than you might think’.

Your mother had been scared about having to help you up, but you and Erik had just done fine, not without mistakes and problems, but you had managed to love your son and give him a proper life, even with his ‘problematic’.

All of this, without Ivar.

The Lothbrock had moved out on Erik’s first birthday, something which honestly helped you, since the thought of Ivar not meeting Erik stopped your ‘house arrests’ and pushed you out of the house, even more because you had to actually get a job.

Working as a waitress didn’t make enough income to help you with a child and the thought of moving away from your parents (although your mother insisted that you didn’t bother them, you felt that your father wasn’t of the same opinion) was terrifying, so you had taken up to giving some lessons to high schoolers and some more salutary jobs.

You ran all the time around, and had to definitely renounce to going to college, but each night, when you would come home, breathless and tired, to Erik, your sweet child, you knew it was worth it.

For five years it had been perfect.

And then everything changed.

Ivar knew he was already fucking late to the meeting with his brothers.

It hadn’t been properly his fault, although he would rather die than confess to his brother that he had been seeing a fertility clinic with Freydis, to try to start their own family.

The sole mention of a fertility clinic would have raised questions he didn’t want his brothers to ask.

Hhey already seemed to have a feud with Freydis that had been ruining his wedding’s preparations.

He already could hear Sigurd making fun of him for not being able to please properly a woman, which was partially true.

Through the years, his stupid prick hadn’t gotten up for any woman, even his beloved Freydis, the one woman that made him feel a god.

But it had happened once, probably more out of luck than anything.

His first love and the first girl whose heart he had broken.

And you had returned the favor: he reminded the days after he had acted onto his brothers’ wishes, when you wouldn’t answer the phone and pretended not to be at home.

It had been enough for him to feel like you didn’t want him anymore.

Maybe it was why his stupid prick wouldn’t work.

Some of the sex therapist Freydis had brought him to, had suggested that his ‘inability to raise to the occasion’ was due to some rejection his past, so it might have been actually true.

But he didn’t trust any of those doctors.

He simply did it for Freydis, because she still hoped.

He didn’t, anymore.

He walked in the diner, it was a small one, similar to the one of the city he had lived, before he moved in the big city, for work and for many more occasions, but he couldn’t help but regret the beauty of these small places.

They never aged and they always brought him comfort, timeless and always there for jim

He had had his first date in one of those.

(He had also broken up with his first love in one of those).

He still didn’t let himself drown in his thoughts, knowing that going back in time and turning it, was impossible.

(No matter how much, sometimes, he wished he could do so).

He immediately recognized his brothers’ table as the noisiest one, moving straight up to it, not minding the fact that half the eyes of the clients in the diner were on him.

It was one of the many side effects of being a cripple.

“You finally joined us!” exclaimed Hvitserk, talking through a full mouth of food.

“Unlike you lazy asses, I have things to do” he mumbled as Ubbe shifted to make him some space next to him “… can’t survive on father’s paychecks only”.

He sent a direct look to Sigurd, who was using his father’s paychecks to support his (failing) musical career.

“At least I don’t have to be reigned by my girlfriend” muttered darkly Sigurd and Ivar wasn’t able to stop himself from almost attacking him.

Thankfully Ubbe did it for him.

“No need to fight brothers” he stated, readjusting the glasses Ivar had knocked over “Don’t make a scene, we are older than children and we are here to have a nice night among brothers, are we not?”.

“I am here for the free food” muffled Hvitserk, offering a humor relief that made all the brother laugh lightly.

They talked more civilly and then a waitress moved in to ask their orders, but Ivar’s ears were suddenly attracted by another noise, a voice that had belonged in his memories.

Had he left them open?

And then he turned to where the voice came from.

And he saw you.

He remembered you as a sweet girl, what you had been hadn’t changed, except the way you carried yourself, showing a growth, a painful one that hadn’t changed what you believed in.

But it still left signs.

As the scars of a battle.

You had your hair up in a high ponytail, and you were wearing a waitress uniform, probably working there to fund your way to college.

Your eyes were tired, but your lips were crooked in a small smile as you took a small child’s ordination.

He thought he was hallucinating, when Hvitserk again spoke up:

“Is that (Y/N) (L/N)?!” this got all the brothers’ attention to shift to where Ivar was looking, although he wished nothing more than to shield you, because he had discovered you first.

“… oh shit, yeah it’s her” muttered Ubbe, following your silhouette as you turned your back to them to move to counter “… I thought she would be in college”.

“Some people don’t have their parents’ back up, she might be simply working to pay college” muttered Ivar, but nobody seemed to hear him.

“She hasn’t certainly aged a day!” commented Hvitserk, giving your ass a meaningful look “… ahh can you remember when we dared little Ivar, to…”.

Ivar shushed him with a dark look.

But when he was doing this, he didn’t realize that Sigurd was waving you over.

You approached the table smiling, since you and Sigurd had been an unlike friendship, and Ivar still remembered how his ‘most sensitive’ brother had been against the ‘dare’, but as he turned to face  you, you seemed to realize who Sigurd was with.

And the soft smile fell from your face.

You seemed to have seen a ghost.

“Oh Gosh, (Y/N), it’s been a lot since we have seen each other!” commented Sigurd, meanwhile your waitress friend asked with her eyes whether you knew these people or not.

You simply nodded, forcing a smile on your face, telling her you would have taken their ordinations.

“Ah it’s been a lot of time, indeed!” you smirked lightly “… I always see you in TV!”.

“… sadly, never winning” muttered Hvitserk “… we weren’t expecting to see you working here!”.

“And I wasn’t expecting you to greet me without your mouth full of food, so we are both surprised by how Destiny has cheated us” you joked back, smirking lightly “… it’s nice to see you, guys, but I haven’t much time”.

Although you were trying to be gentle, it was obvious that their presence was making you nervous and uncomfortable.

Ivar wondered whether it was for what had happened with him.

He couldn’t help but notice the way you avoided any eye-contact with him.

They all quickly gave you their orders and you thanked them, but before you could go away, again Sigurd grabbed your wrist, making Ivar hiss lightly.

“You have been greatly missed, (Y/N)” the simple affirmation seemed to break something in you and you were able to simply bow your head, as you moved to quickly report the order to the counter, before disappearing in the kitchen.

A quick sign that you didn’t reciprocate Sigurd’s thought.

“Well that didn’t go well…” muttered Hvitserk, going back to his food.

“It was strange” muttered Ubbe “… it’s strange… I expected her to be in Europe, she was always so brilliant”.

“Ubbe, what she does is none of your business” muttered Sigurd, for once, his words matching Ivar’s thoughts.

“I just… I mean… she doesn’t seem as the person who is stuck at 21st to serve tables, she was always smarter than that” mumbled Ubbe, again but shushed, as an elder woman brought them their meals.

“You know our sweet (Y/N)?” she asked, probably having witnessed the exchange of words, and Sigurd explained they were old schoolmates “…  such a sweetheart, and so strong…”.

“Anything bad happened?” asked curiously Ivar, knowing all too well when to ask and when to stay quiet, and that woman seemed like she wanted so desperately to talk.

“Nothing too bad” mumbled the old lady, pouring some coffee in their glasses “… just… she is so strong for bringing a child on her own”.

The news immediately surprised all the brothers.

Again, you were the smart and hardworking girl, the one that followed the rules and didn’t have any vices, so for you to have a child, so young, didn’t make sense.

You should have been attending the last year of college, hadn’t you already finished it.

The thought of knowing you were already a mom, completely shocked Ivar.

And, although he wouldn’t admit it, he felt jealous at the thought of another man having known you so carnally.

“… oh, we didn’t know” uttered Ubbe “We have lost the contacts, when we moved in another city, after high school ended”.

“If you want, I can tell her that you’d like to get acquainted again” mumbled softly the waitress, probably thinking she was doing something good, something that would have made you happy.

But from the simple thought of your forced smile, a few minutes before, you wouldn’t have been happy in the slightest of meeting them.

And Ivar couldn’t make it a fault to you.

“She is working, we wouldn’t want to bother her or get in trouble, we are going to try to maybe contact her through the socials, but it was good to see her” commented softly Sigurd, smirking gently at the elder waitress, who simply nodded before muttering something under her breath ‘about the usefulness of social’.

As she moved away a deep silence fell onto their tables.

“I didn’t… wow… she never told me” muttered extremely baffled Sigurd.

“Did you stay in contact with her after we moved?” replied harshly Ivar and as Sigurd shook his head “… well then you can’t blame her for having hidden this to you”.

They had obviously lost any right to you, after ‘the dare’.

He, himself, couldn’t blame you.

“…can’t believe it” muttered Ubbe, sipping slowly his coffee, meanwhile Hvitserk nodded.

“Accidents happen, don’t they?” muttered Sigurd. before he proceeded to move their attention away from the thought, although Ivar’s mind was stuck onto that news.

Had you searched the attention of another person, because he had rejected you?

No, you had always been stronger than you seemed.

You wouldn’t have simply searched somebody to feel some love.

You had had to have loved the father of your child.

And the sole thought of it burned his chest painfully.

You were on the last shift of the day, and although usually you were almost happy for the extra tips which would come, this time you would have given everything to change your shift or close early.

It had started as a nice day: Erik’s bones were strengthening themselves from the therapy he had been doing and he had been excited for the soccer training of that afternoon.

Your mother had been also extremely happy to accompany ‘her favorite grandson’: she had been rather blue after your father had left you, both.

Thankfully he had left your family but not the house and the little money your mother had on her own, which had funded your move from the small city to a bigger one.

Sometimes you wondered how much your pregnancy and Erik’s sickness had impacted on your father leaving, but you tried not to think about it.

He hadn’t been held at gun point, he had chosen to leave a faithful wife, a devoted daughter and a wonderful grandchild.

You, yourself, had walked at work happy, thinking about the fact that you had also managed to schedule a meeting with an art gallery.

Through the five years you had been working on improving your culture, although you hadn’t been able to attend college, you had attended some free courses and apparently they were looking for some people to explain the art gallery’s shows, hence you had proposed yourself.

Although you knew there would be many more talented people also attending it, but… you hadn’t felt like giving up.

If you got the job, you might have had to quit one of your many jobs and spend more time with Erik, alongside paying for some new therapies.

Then you had seen the Lothbrocks at one of the tables.

And you had been glad of having met again Sigurd: you sometimes would see some of his performances at lower TV channels, and always joked with Erik about his songs.

Ubbe and Hvitserk had been indifferent to you and you had kept up the same behavior.

But Ivar…

… part of you was worried about him finding out about Erik, solely from your thought.

Back in the day, he used to be extremely intuitive.

And part of you couldn’t help but feel the pain of rejection all over again.

You had tried to find an excuse to avoid them, after the first little chat, although you were aware they would be talking about it: the small town from which you had come from had talked since you had shown Erik to it.

‘She used to be such a good girl’.

‘She used to have such a bright future ahead of her’.

‘She could have been so successful…’.

Blah blah blah.

Although you would discourage people from getting pregnant at such a young age, you didn’t feel like you had lost anything, maybe just pushed it a bit in the future, but you, yourself, had gotten through your own prejudices of being a single and younger mom.

You might have lost something, but your child was a blessing in your life.

So, you just shook off the critics.

You were waiting at the cash desk, chatting amicably with the cook of the diner, the one who made the last turn with you, always having the kind heart of packing something for you, and leaving some sweets for Erik, slowly gaining a little spot in your family, as ‘uncle Will’.

You were also checking the situation at the Lothbrock table, because, whereas all the other clients had already paid or were going to do it soon, they were stalling.

Their meals were finished, and they were chatting, although there would be more silence than actual words, and when you had sent Marlou to ask if they wanted a dessert or more coffee, they had simply replied that they were full.

They were obviously waiting and deciding who had to pay for the meal, who had to come face to face with you.

You almost expected them to start playing ‘paper, rock and scissors’ but finally you heard the distinctive screech of one of the chairs moving, but as you raised your head to see whoever had finally managed to collect their courage ‘to battle you’, you couldn’t help but be a bit nervous to discover it was Ivar.

He looked a bit annoyed, as if he had expected somebody else to volunteer at his courageous attempt, but nobody did and you immediately shut your eyes onto the screen of the cash machine, finding their bill, so that you wouldn’t have to talk with him too much.

He, instead, seemed a bit chatty, although he had that painfully awkward smile in his face he had whenever he was nervous about doing something.

Back in the day when you were together you would rub onto the back of his hand if you were in public to let him know your support, or when you were alone, you would body-hug-attack him.

But those memories seemed so long ago.

“It has passed quite some time” he mumbled softly, trying to chat you up, but you had no interest in conversing with him.

‘I see it on my child’s face’ you wanted to mutter, but again: you couldn’t make Ivar discover about Erik.

At first it had been a petty thought of your broken heart, but the more Erik grew the more you were scared that Ivar knowing of him would take him away from you.

It was irrational, but sometimes you would check out on your child.

You would do it also that night.

“Quite some time, indeed” you shot back, telling him the total and asking whether he would be paying in cash or not.

Ivar seemed a bit taken aback by the coldness in your tone, but reacted to it better than he was used, hiding his pain at your harshness, as he told you he would be paying in cash, keeping up the entire rest of the transaction in silence, meanwhile you opened the cash collected the money, counting it discreetly, printed the receipt.

He tried to do one last attempt.

“… we should come all together one of these days”.

More like hell no.

But you didn’t reject the proposal completely.

“It would be nice” Ivar’s face seemed to regain a bit of color at that affirmation “I am just a lot busy with work, but I’ll see what I can do”.

And with that you passed him the receipt and wished him a good day, turning to the kitchen to fake an emergency there, whereas Will was simply packing you the leftovers which would be your dinner.

You waited there, spying on Ivar, seeing him for the first time in five years properly: he dressed as the industrial magnate he was rumored to become in a few years, expanding his father’s properties, but he didn’t have the face of an happy magnate.

At least Destiny hadn’t given him that.

He indulged a bit on his feet, and pushed a few dollar bills into the tips bucket, something that low key opened a bit your heart to him but didn’t make you feel any less convinced about hiding him from Erik.

You closed the shop alongside Marlou, who continued on commenting about how ‘gorgeous were your school friends’.

‘They were all so handsome! Ahh what a lucky family!’.

‘They could have been your children!’ you had retorted almost receiving an elbow in your stomach from the woman, as she muttered that ‘at least it would have been better than Karl’, her thirty something unemployed son with a permanent place on her sofa.

After you had wished her ‘goodnight’, you had walked till your apartment, rushing a bit both because seeing Lothbrocks had surprised you and both because you couldn’t wait to see again Eric, who had stayed the day with your mom, waiting simply for you at home to tell you all about his day.

No matter how tired or shaken you were, your son’s smile never failed to make you feel a bit better.

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[kikovalkiko]

Toxic II (Modern!Ivar X Reader)

A/N: Hi! I never thought there would be anyone that would seriously read the first part! Thank you so much for that and the feedback I got. That means a lot to me! This part is a bit longer than the last. I hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts! 

Warnings: Mafia, spying, angst, talking about death, a soft Ivar

Words: 2k

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POV Y/N:

The hot smoke of my cigarette filled my lungs as I inhaled while the cold morning breeze embraced me. I was standing on my balcony of my apartment. Thoughts still all over the place from the night before. As I watched the sunrise do it’s thing my phone started buzzing.

Did it work? 

Aethelwulf. He held me hostage when my family got killed. He told me it was for a greater purpose. I guess this shithole is what he ment. I didn’t had a choice. 

I tried to ignore the message and put my phone away. My phone started buzzing again.

Meet me at 9 pm at the bar Odin’s Cave.

Even though it was an unknown number I knew it was Ivar. My heart dropped at the thought that he might know about me and Aethelwulf. I immediately started panicking and lit another cigarette to cool myself down but it didn’t really helped.

As I finished my cigarette and ignored the non stop buzzing on my phone, my doorbell started ringing. I got up and went to open. Aethelwulf. 

“A little bird told me that you got invited to a little meeting tonight. Let’s get you ready”, Aethelwulf said. His bodyguards stepped in front of him and grabbed me on each side of my arm, leading me downstairs.

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POV Ivar:

I sat there in my office looking at the file my contact man did for me. Her face is so marvellous. I tried to remember every detail he found of her. Her birthday. Her education. Her hobbies. And most importantly her disappearance after the death of her whole family.

The door on my office opened. Hvitserk came in and told me that the driver is downstairs to bring us to the bar. We went down and we set off.

Half an hour later she came into the bar. Hvitserk and I sat in the darkest corner to prevent people hearing what we had to discuss. She looked so wonderful but so frightened. I could see her nervously looking for whoever sent her that message this morning. I could feel her heart stop when her eyes locked in with mine. I gestured her to sit in front of us and her movements followed as if she was in trance. Her eyes never leaving mine.

“I knew you would follow my friendly invitation”, I said when she sat down.

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POV Y/N:

I felt like I was frozen. His words hitting me like little knives.

“Guess, I didn’t have a choice, did I?” My hands were cold but sweating. 

“Do you want something to drink?”, Hvitserk asked and I immediately felt more comfortable. He sure is a player but he is lovely. Unlike Ivar.

“Yes, an irish whiskey please.” 

Hvitserk went to the bar to get the drinks. Ivar and I just sat there in silence. His eyes never left me. How can someone be so intimidating?

Hvitserk returned with the drinks and I took a sip right away, hoping that would loosen my body. I looked up at them and both of them kept staring at me.

“So, why did you order me here?”, I spoke softly, trying to break this loud silence. Ivar smirked. 

“I wanted to show you how powerful I am and that you don’t even have to think about lying to me”, he almost whispered. “I know everything about you, Y/N.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. I felt my body tense up.

“Your father was the best man of Ecbert, right?” I nodded, scared of what will follow. “But Ecbert got your family killed after Ecbert found out that your parents wanted to overthrow his reign.” Ivar’s eyes turned dark and I knew that this would not end well.

“Y/N, can you explain to me how you had to watch everyone in your family die when you weren’t even in your village at that time?” My heart dropped. He knew and I already said goodbye to my life in my head. 

“How come you tell us lies?”

“I- I didn’t- It’s not what it looks like. I swear.” I tried to form words to get me out of this shitty situation. I knew I was fucked either way. 

Hvitserk chuckled and playfully hit his brother. “Maybe we should show her what happens when you lie to us.” Ivar looked back at him and started smiling brightly.

“No, please.” I whimpered. I noticed a napkin in front of Ivar and took it. Thank god I always have a pen in my purse, which I took out. The brothers looked at me confused. 

I started to make up a story while I wrote something completely different on the napkin.

Aethelwulf took me hostage and wants me to spy on you. He put a tape recorder on me for this meeting with you. He and his spies are sitting in front of the bar in a black car. I want to help you!

As I continued telling that made-up story I turned the napkin to them. They read it and immediately checked what I wanted to tell them. They looked up at me and I pulled the top of my blouse apart to where you could see the cables. I continued putting my hair behind my ear so they could see the earpiece they put on me. Hoping no one except them sees it.

“And that’s how I watched everything even though I was on the other side if the country. They filmed everything.” I ended my story like that.

Hvitserk and Ivar looked at each other. I could tell they believed me.

“Y/N, why don’t you tell us everything you know about Aethelwulf back at our place?”, Hvitserk asked and Ivar looked at me nodding. I knew they wanted to help me. 

“Tell them yes. Go with them”, Aethelwulf told me through the earpiece. I slowly pointed to my ear, trying to tell them Aethelwulf said something.

“Yeah, sure. I’d love to.”

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POV Ivar:

As we arrived at our mansion I got my bodyguards to watch out for any spies. I really wanted to help Y/N break away from Aethelwulf.

We sat in the kitchen of our home and talked. I placed a notebook and a pencil in front of her and wrote out a question while Hvitserk told some stories about our childhood to show Aethelwulf that we trusted her.

Do you need anything from your apartment? We can send some of our men.

Hvitserk continued to talk about how father played with us in the garden.

I got a bag already packed for this. It’s in my bedroom inside my closet. I prepared everything days ago.

“Do you remember that, Ivar? That used to be so fun.” - “Oh yes, I always felt like a normal child with him”, I answered to keep anyone on the other side of Y/N’s earpiece from getting suspicious. 

I read the answer Y/N wrote down, looked up at her and nodded.

“If you excuse me for a second, please. I’ve gotta go to the bathroom”, I said while standing up. Hvitserk and Y/N nodded and kept a conversation rolling.

I went to Ubbe’s room and told him everything. “Go to the isolation room in the basement. There are jammer inside the wall. The connection to her devices will get lost. Then you can take them off and destroy them. I’ll get Hvitserk and go get her stuff”, Ubbe always had the best ideas. We went back as fast as possible.

“Hey Hvitserk, would you mind come with me? I want to get some snacks for us and our lovely guest.” - “Yes sure, see y’all soon.” Hvitserk and Ubbe went outside to the car. 

I looked at Y/N and she was playing with her hands on her lap. I could tell she was scared. Her eyes started tearing up, so I took her hand. She startled at my touch. 

“Y/N, would you like a tour through the mansion?” She nodded and quietly affirmed.

I showed her a few rooms before heading in the basement. I tried to calm her and showing that everything will be fine. She never let go of my hand.

“And this is our playroom. We have a pool table and…”

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POV Y/N:

As soon as Ivar opened the door to the playroom, besides where no pool table was, white noise came out of my earpiece and I couldn’t hear Aethelwulf. 

“Can you still hear him?” I shook my head in response. “Good. This is our isolation room. There are jammers in the walls. Every digital connection is now cut off.” Ivar came closer to me. “You can now take them off.”

My eyes started watering in relief. “Thank you”, I sobbed and hugged Ivar. He clearly was shocked but I didn’t care.

Ivar turned around so I could start taking off my clothes. Then we could get rid off the devices. As I stood there only in my lace underwear Ivar turned around without warning.

“That is a very delightful view”, Ivar chuckled when I gasped in shock.

“Sorry. Here take my hoodie.” He took his black hoodie over his shoulders and I felt somewhat disappointed when I saw a T-Shirt still covering his body. 

“Wanted to see something else?”, Ivar asked. Shit, I guess, he caught me looking. “No, I- I didn’t.” I looked away trying to seem unbothered.

“You can stay in my room, I got a big bed. Or you can stay in our guest room.” Is he telling me he wants me to stay with him?

“I think I’ll stay in the guestroom.” - “Alright. Let’s get rid of these, shall we?”

-2 hours later- 

Everything went well. We destroyed the devices and Ubbe and Hvitserk got my bag and even some more stuff from my apartment.

I layed in bed in the guestroom trying to sleep but I had too much on my mind. I had an own bathroom like every bedroom here. Ivar’s room was across from mine. To clear my mind I decided to jump under the shower, that always helps me.

When I got out of the shower I could feel myself getting more relaxed. I wrapped a towel around my body and started brushing my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror. Now it’s time to finally get some sleep.

“Hello, love”, Ivar sat on top of my bed waiting for me. 

“Gods, Ivar. You scared me.” - “I’m sorry”, he chuckled. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Only ‘dressed’ in my towel I sat next to him. “Yeah, I am. Thank you for helping me. You have no idea for how long he made me his dog.” He smiled at me. Although he is said to be the the most dangerous man in Denmark and possibly in Europe, he is so soft. i never thought that about him until now. I could feel myself get lost in those eyes.

“I really want to kiss you right now, Y/N”, he whispered. My heart started beating fast and I didn’t know how to respond. 

Ivar put his hand on my cheek. “You are so beautiful”, he continued. His hand wandered from my cheek to the back of my head. His touch felt like fire crawling along my skin.

“Can I kiss you?”, he asked, still whispering. I couldn’t make up words but my body made my head nod. 

He pulled my head closer to his but stopped right before his face and put his other hand on the other side of my nape of my neck. I could feel him breathing out on my face. The air tensed up immediately. 

“I wanted to do this since I saw you in that tight black dress at the club last night.” Without losing anymore time his lips crushed hungrily on mine.

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[jacksonroseroth]

The Celtic Princess Chapter 1

A/N: Totally thought this was posted? Apparently not? XD Anyway, hope you guys like it.

Warnings: None

Words: 2,708

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

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Ivar remembered seeing Kiora when he was a child. Her father brought her along with her older brother, Tadgh, when they visited Kattegat, shortly before Ragnar sailed for Paris. Her father, King Esca, was a Celtic king that wanted the raiding to end in his land and proposed a treaty. Before an alliance could be formed, Ragnar disappeared after Paris, the last they heard about him was his death at the hands of King Aelle. Esca passed soon after Ragnar, leaving Tadhg as king and Kiora in his care.

While Ivar and Kiora were mere children and their interactions brief, as Ivar remembered it, he always found himself thinking about her from time to time, even once he became king himself and married Freydis. But with Fredyis’ future as queen and Ivar’s wife hung in the balance, his eye wandered. He didn't stop himself from looking at the other slaves and women that passed through the hall, even in her presence. The fights between husband and wife were routine at night, often ending with Ivar storming out, or crawling if he was so angry he didn't care about his braces, and the slaves picking up the shards of broken bowls and things that Freydis had thrown at him.

In the weeks that followed, King Tadhg sent a messenger to try to broker another alliance between the two young kings. 10 years since their first meeting, Ivar would once again come face to face with the Celtic princess.

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As Kiora’s boat came to dock alongside her brother’s she looked over Kattegat and gave a small smirk. It looked bigger than it did when she was a child. There were more houses that lined the forest and the market seemed to have grown as well. Tadhg appeared at her side, holding out a hand to her. She turned to her brother and gave him a sweet smile, taking his hand and stepping off the boat. While Tadhg was married, his wife, Davan, fell into step behind the siblings as she was not yet crowned as queen. As such, Kiora held a higher position over her and walked beside Tadhg as they were escorted through the market and the town until they came to the hall, where they waited to be escorted inside.

Once the doors opened, Ivar couldn’t help the smile that jumped across his face when he saw Kiora. She was a rather gangly child, but he always loved her eyes; The way the green emeralds glittered and shined. Freydis glanced at her husband before giving the princess a brief glower as Tadhg bowed his head to Ivar and Freydis with respect. Kiora did the same if only to hide the smirk from seeing Ivar so happy to see her. She knew his eyes were on her the entire time because she couldn’t seem to look away from him either. Ivar had grown into quite a handsome man. She had heard that the crippled son of Ragnar Lothbrok now walked and from the braces on his legs and the crutch in his hand as he stood made that rumor quite clear.

“King Ivar,” Tadhg said, rather graciously. Ivar chuckled and made his way down from his throne, waving for the blonde woman next to him to remain seated. This woman glared at Kiora so fierce, she wondered if she had done something wrong simply by walking in. She’d never seen this woman before, not even a recollection from when she was last here. The hatred this woman seemed to have for her didn't stop her from accepting Ivar’s embrace and kiss as his lips brushed across her cheek.

“Tadhg. Kiora. It has been too long.” Ivar said. “I am glad to see you both are well. And I am sorry for the loss of your father, King Esca.”

Kiora bowed her head and said, “Thank you, my King.” She looked him over and couldn’t help but skew her lips in a smirk as she said, “Glad to see you’ve outgrown your little cart.”

Tadhg gave his sister a warning look, but Ivar simply chuckled and took her hand, bending to kiss it. “And you’ve not changed at all, Kiora.” He said. He looked down at her as he stood straight and said, “And now I’m the taller of us.”

Kiora chuckled as Ivar went back to his throne, casting a glance at Freydis. Kiora noticed the subtle change in his face, more so his eyes. They held the same distaste that Freydis held for Kiora. Motioning to her, Ivar said, rather unenthusiastically, “My wife. Freydis.”

Tadhg bowed his head to her, stepping up with his hand outstretched and said, “My Queen.”

Freydis gave him a small smile and allowed him to take her hand to kiss it before he stepped back beside Kiora. Ivar held out his hands, and in a booming voice, he said, “King Tadhg, Princess Kiora and their kin are welcome here! If any man holds resentment for these Celts, it shall be handled between myself and King Tadhg! There is to be no bloodshed while they are here!”

The hall roared to life, Tadhg and Kiora glancing around at the men and women that had gathered in the hall with them. Both Tadhg and Ivar knew there were at least a few men and families with grudges against the Celts from battles passed and while Tadhg ensured that none of those men accompanied them, he had no control over how the Vikings felt about their presence in Kattegat.

“If anything happens to the Celtic King or those in his company, consequences shall be given. Ragnar made peace with the Celts before. There were no such objections and there will be none now.” Ivar called, making the hall go silent. Kiora couldn’t keep the pride from her face as she watched this manhandle his people. She remembered Ragnar wielded the same power of presence and it was clear that his son inherited the same. When the people remained quiet, showing their silent obedience, Ivar waved them away as he motioned for Tadhg to come to him. Tadhg obeyed, stepping up and bending down so Ivar could say, quietly in his ear, “I should like you and your sister to join me for dinner tomorrow tonight.”

“With you and the Queen?” Tadhg asked, softly, casting a glance to Freydis as he straightened a little to face Ivar. Ivar didn’t even glance in her direction before shaking his head and saying, “No. Alone. I shall send a slave when you are ready.”

Tadhg crossed an arm over his chest and stepped back before turning to Kiora and giving her a look.

“What have I done?” She asked as she turned to follow him out of the hall.

“You must remember your place, Sister. Ivar has a wife. You are not children any longer.” Tadhg said. Kiora let out a soft scoff, rolling her eyes as she let the conversation drop for the time being.

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The night went on, the feast was had and every Celt and Viking enjoyed in the festivities and each other; drinking, fighting and laughing. Kiora sat next to Tadhg, Davan beside her, while Freydis sat beside Ivar, the two kings next to each other. Their usual feasts took place in the hall, but for such an occasion, one both their fathers wanted to see happen, Ivar allowed Tadhg’s request to have it out among the people, complete with a roaring fire for their women to dance around. Soon enough, the women of Kattegat joined their Celt sisters, each chanting in their language to the gods.

Once the men joined, Davan excused herself from Kiora’s conversation and took her husband’s hand, leading him to the fire and beginning to dance. Ivar turned to Freydis and whispered something to her that made her glare at him, leaning away from him. Ivar sat back and turned to Kiora with a smile. He called to her, “Kiora. Come sit by me.”

Freydis gave a soft huff and stood, hurriedly making her way back to the hall. Kiora turned to him and smiled, switching seats. Ivar smirked and pushed a few curls behind her ear as she looked up at him.

“Tell me, Ivar.” Kiora started with a sweet smile. “When did you start walking?”

Ivar chuckled, as did she, and reached for his cup to take a sip. Balancing the cup on his knee he said, “Back in York. About a year ago, now.”

With a soft chuckle, Kiora said, “And I bet I can still outrun you.”

Ivar snickered and said, “On foot perhaps. But not on horseback, my sweet Kia.” Ivar brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek and smiled. They met more than once as children, as Esca sailed back to Kattegat, hoping to find Ragnar and continue their talk of an alliance, but when he found only Aslaug, Bjorn and the 4 little Ragnarssons, he was much dismayed. With permission from Aslaug, Esca stayed an extra day to let his men rest from a long trip. 5 years since they first met, Kiora only caught a passing glance at the youngest Lothbrok, as he slithered around with his brothers. A passing glance for her, but Ivar drank in every sight of her he could. She had grown from a small child of 8 to a young woman of 13. While Tadhg was the only other one to call her Kia, Ivar took a liking to the name, often using it to tease her as he and his brothers chased her down through the streets of Kattegat, Ivar’s cart rumbling as he shouted at her from it.

Kiora’s face softened a touch at the name and leaned closer to say, softly, “Tadhg hardly calls me that anymore. Only when he truly means it.” Ivar chuckled and said, “Then you are my Kia, and only mine.”

Kiora chuckled and shook her head. She knew the look in his eye, she’d seen it in many men back in Ireland. She looked at him and said, “Ivar, you have a wife. You are married. I belong to no one.”

Ivar shrugged and said, “Soon.” When Kiora tilted her head, giving him a questioning look, he simply chuckled and took another sip of his ale, watching his people and hers dance.

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“How did you find the king?” Tadhg asked as he watched Kiora braid her hair. Kiora glanced at him with a small smile and said, “Very changed. He’s a man now. No longer the sniveling little boy that chased me from his cart.”

Tadhg chuckled at the memory and nodded in agreeance. “That he is.” Tadhg shifted and gave a soft sigh, waving one of his slaves over to pour him more ale. “I’ve heard rumors about him, Kia.”

Kiora paused her braiding for a moment, slightly taken aback by the nickname, and glanced at him as she tied her last braid off. “What have you heard?” She asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“I’ve heard his wife, Freydis has convinced him he’s a god,” Tadhg said. Kiora blinked and turned to her brother fully.

“A god,” Kiora repeated in shock. “Why would she do such a thing?”

Tadhg shrugged and stood. “I do not know. But it seems as though ever since he married Freydis, things have changed.” He said. Glancing over his shoulder at his sister, he added, “You are aware she had a child?”

“His child?” Kiora questioned at the addition. Tadhg smirked into his cup as he turned away. Kiora stood from the bench she sat on and said, “Was she pregnant before they married?”

“No. She was a slave before Ivar freed her. Apparently,” He cast a glance to the slave girl at his side, “According to the rumors, she made him believe with just his blood she could conceive a child, a god’s child.”

“He made no mention of a child, his or otherwise,” Kiora said. Tadhg turned back to her and set down his cup shaking his head. Bracing his hands on the table in front of him he said, “They found the child in the wild. Left for the wolves. They say it was disfigured.”

Kiora put a hand to her chest and gave a small sigh. “How did it get left in the wild?” She asked. When Tadhg didn't answer with the same quickness as he gave the others, Kiora tilted her head and stepped closer to him. “How, Tadhg? Why won’t you tell me?”

Tadhg looked at his sister and said, “Do you still want to love him?” Kiora straightened, surprised by the suggestion. But she couldn’t cover up her shock, as she stumbled over herself to say, “Who-What makes you think that? I’ve met him all but once.”

“Twice.” Tadhg corrected. Kiora shook her hand and waved her hand at him, dismissively, as she turned away from him. “In passing.” She said. “I never spoke to him.”

She stood by the fire for a moment, arms crossed over her chest before she turned to him and asked, “Is she going to get in the way of this alliance?”

“She shouldn’t. Ivar doesn’t want her anymore, yet he cannot bring himself to divorce her.” Tadhg said, scooping up his cup to drain it dry. Kiora gave a soft snort and said, “Why doesn’t he just kill her then?”

“You could be killed yourself for such talk, Sister,” Tadhg said, giving her a look. “She is still Queen.”

“Yes, Brother.” She said, giving him a look back. “And I am the sister of the King. You are my blood. She is not blood, nor is she royalty.”

“It would not matter. If you anger Ivar, I cannot go against him. We do not have our men here, Kiora. We cannot fight them.” Tadhg said. “Keep your temper long enough for us to make allies of these Vikings.”

“And if I cannot?” She questioned. Tadhg gave her a hard look and said, “Then you will join Father sooner than you think.”

Kiora straightened, indignant at his blunt response, but knew he was right. Tadhg let his gaze linger on his sister a little longer to make his point before he moved from his place and said, “Get some rest, Kiora. We’ve a long stay in Kattegat.”

As Tadhg moved past her, he stopped to give her forehead a soft kiss, then headed to his room where his wife lay sleeping. Kiora didn’t move from her spot, but as she straightened and raised her chin, she asked again, “How did the child get left in the wild, Tadhg?”

Tadhg stopped in the doorway, giving a soft sigh before he, as well, repeated, “Get some rest, Kia.”

~

“So. How is the king?” Freydis asked as she brushed out her hair. Ivar sighed from his seat on their bed as his braces were removed and said, “As I remember him. Ever his father.”

Freydis gave a soft ‘Hmm’ then said, “And the princess?” Ivar turned to her, his face scrunched up in annoyance.

“Why are you pestering me with your questions, Freydis?” He asked. She tossed her brush onto the table and said, “Am I not still Queen? Should I not know these visitors that come seeking an alliance with us?”

“Not for much longer, my love.” Ivar sneered before turning his back to her. “I will find another to warm my bed in your place.”

“I am your wife and your Queen, Ivar. You cannot-” Freydis’ words were cut off by Ivar flying across the bed and clawing at her dress to bring her down to his level, holding her by her throat.

“You were nothing before me!” He hissed at her. “I freed you. I am the reason you are even queen at all! Do not speak to me this way or you’ll lose your place sooner than you think!”

Ivar launched her across the room before he crawled under the furs and glared at her. “You may find another room to sleep in tonight. It has been a very long day. Get out of my sight.”

Rubbing her neck, Freydis picked herself up and slowly made her way out of the room, leaving Ivar by himself.

~

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Be patient

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Ivar The Boneless x Male Reader | Ivar The Boneless x amab Reader Genre: Smut Mordern! AU Words: ± 3 100 Kind of content: Toys / Anal sex / Edging

Ivar needs to be taught a lesson.

Requested by anon Anon: Sub Ivar x male reader and toys~ vibrators, dildos, stuff like that~ Not proofread! Sorry for any mistakes!

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“(Y/n)!” Ivar shouts from upstairs and I can already imagine him sitting in bed with the covers over his legs, looking about to murder someone, slamming his hands down against the mattress.

A chuckle escapes my lips as I shake my head, walking around the couch. Where the hell did I leave my phone? “Ivar!” I mock in the same tone, and exclaim once I find my phone near the armrest of the couch, and finally start to make my way upstairs. “Why are you so goddamn impatient? I said I’d take a while, no need to freak out.”

“You’re taking forever!” He groans and sighs, and glares at me once I walk into our bedroom, but all I do is to roll my eyes, placing his water bottle on his nightstand before moving over to my side of the bed.

“Stop being dramatic,” I breathe while scrolling through my phone, checking on the messages I’ve received. “It’s not like you were dying!”

“What if I was, hm?” Ivar looks at me with wide eyes, and— Gods, I’m not even going to lose my time arguing. He takes it the wrong way, of course, slowly nodding and throwing his nose in the air. “It’s lacking reciprocity here, hm? Don’t you think? You leave me here, waiting for you for forever—”

I cut him off with a hum as I put my phone aside and eventually join him, taking a seat on the bed, his side. “And you’re also really fucking dramatic, hm? Now, you don’t sound so revolted while I’m fucking you, do you?” A chuckle escapes my lips at how the anger lingering on his features quickly melts away into something else, a blank desperation that edges into the embarrassment he fails in hiding, at least from me. “You should do a better job when seeking attention.”

Ivar’s silence is over with a slow and sharp exhale, and he closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. “It’s not that, not that.”

“No?” I raise an eyebrow; he shakes his head more.

“It’s just about you taking long!”

Yeah, great. I nod, limiting myself to just smile a little instead of openly chuckling at him, and just lean in for a kiss instead, way too tired already to argue, even more with Ivar’s cranky tired and horny ass. He kisses back of course, but the crease is still there between his eyebrows when I pull away for a brief moment, and kiss him deeper this time, having him hum against my lips and bring a hand up to my shoulder, gasping when gently push him back until his back meets the pillows behind him.

“You’re not deserving of it, but I think I’ll have some fun with you.” I peck his lips despite how his face already starts to twist into a frown.

“Not deserving? What the fuck—”

“Yeah.” I nod with a hum, pressing a few kisses to his jaw before my lips trail down his neck. “Or would you say all that screaming was acceptable? For fuck’s sake, sometimes you do get on my nerves,” I sigh against his neck, taking a moment to wrap my lips around his neck and let my teeth graze against the skin. “But then, again, maybe it’s your whole point?” My teeth sink into his skin in a harsher motion, enough for a whine to escape Ivar’s lips; he gulps as reality seems to sink in, his fingers clenching around the covers.

“(Y/n)...” He says softly, voice almost shaking.

“What?” I bring myself up to look him in the eyes, our noses touching. “Am I wrong? You can always tell me I’m wrong, y’know?”

Ivar’s bottom lip trembles, his eyes holding the gaze, but none of it lasts long. His eyes soon meet the ground as he gives up with a soft sound, eyebrows furrowing a little. Adorable.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I press a kiss to his neck again, the last for a while, hence I move to pull the covers away from him and help him lie down on the bed properly. “I’m very excited to use some of our stuff from the bottom drawer again, aren’t you as well?” I slip my hands under his shirt, letting my fingertips trace the skin before I’m riding the fabric up. “Answer me, Ivar.”

“Yeah,” he groans softly, “maybe.”

A chuckle escapes my lips, dissipating into the silence of the room that’s only interrupted by the rustling of fabric until the last piece of clothing meets the ground, leaving Ivar’s skin vulnerable to the cold air that it rises under, but still neglected from the attention it seeks for so much since I instead move to reach for the last drawer of the bedside table and bring to the bed a box. Ivar’s already shifting in discomfort before I even open it to get the lube.

“Fuck.” He clicks his tongue, staring at me as if it would do anything, but I just set down the tube of lube nearby before I’m moving to set myself down between his legs.

“Y’know what?” I raise an eyebrow, carefully adjusting his legs over my thighs. “I am teaching you how to wait.” My finger traces the sensitive skin just under his hips in a light touch that already startles him, having him shift away from the touch and then into it. Ivar seems like he wants to say something, but his words die into a moan at the moment my fingers gain more pressure around a sensitive spot, making their way down to the inside of his thigh, letting my thumbs sink into the skin in slow circles without ever touching anywhere he’d like.

Ivar hisses softly as he finally lets out the breath he had been holding, and his fingers relax for a moment to adjust their grip around the sheets. “No, no, no, please—”

“No!” I shake my head with a roll of my eyes. “Gotta do something about that attitude of yours! ‘Can’t have you screaming and bratting around the whole time.” Once again, whatever he had to say is instead replaced by soft pleased sound and he doesn’t even try to speak up again this time, simply huffing as he glances down to see my hands trailing up his torso, snatching a startled gasp from him at the light touch around his nipples.

Ivar’s loud and bold complaints eventually are reduced to incoherent babbling with glares he can’t shoot at me, instead clicking his tongue as his eyebrows knit together. It’s enough to draw a chuckle from me as I lean in, pressing a kiss to the spot over his stomach, letting my teeth start tugging on the skin according to how my lips trail to his side.

Despite everything, Ivar still groans in complaint at the moment I am pulling away from him, arching his back in a fruitless attempt of seeking my hands just to be met with nothing instead. So sweet.

The lube meets the palm of my hand cold, pooling down until I decide there’s a decent amount that I cover my fingers with before they’re lowering to between Ivar’s legs again, tracing his fluttering hole softly, about to—

“Fucking finally,” Ivar groans, and I raise an eyebrow as I look at him, leaning back a little. “No, wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Ah, no?” I shake my head. “Fucking ungrateful!” Watching him sputter as the red tone takes over his cheeks is so fucking entertaining to watch, even lifting his head up a little to almost bring himself up on his elbows, but I stop myself from letting a smile slip. “At least show that you want it,” I interrupt his desperate state, having him stop immediately and eye me for a long moment, twisting his mouth a little. “So no fun for today?” I raise an eyebrow, throwing my hands in the air.

A heavy sigh comes from Ivar; he throws his head back before lying down again properly. “Fuck, please,” he exhales softly, shifting his hips a little, “I— I need it so bad, hm? Just please touch me, make me feel good, please!” His last few words are muffled since he buries his face in his hands, and lets his finger run through his hair as he glances down at me, taking in a breath just to let out a moan at how I finally start to slip one of my fingers in. “Damn, yeah,” he mumbles softly, relaxing around me and allowing my finger to sink in deeper until a deeper sound comes from him; I start to move it in a slow pace, sometimes having fun in watching him squirm whenever I give in to how he seems to pull me deeper into him.

One finger soon turns into two, then into three, in a proportion that’s followed by Ivar, with his moans growing louder and with a shorter interval between each of them until the silence that previously filled the room is reduced to nothing. Rolling his bottom lip between his teeth goes useless, a failed attempt of muffling the sounds that soon erupt from his lips again in a higher notch once my fingers curl up against a spot inside him.

“For the gods,” Ivar whines, back arching before he starts to try to move his hips, and I take a moment to observe how his cock twitches with it, lying back against his lower stomach heavily and flushed bright pink with precum dripping onto his skin. It’s almost a pity to have to pull away. “No...!” He says shakily, but his show doesn’t last longer than it and he’s soon just staring off at the wall, breathing heavily.

I feel like I need to say something, for a second, maybe a snarky remark or just something to annoy him further, just to give up on all the ideas so I can let him sink deeper into that state. The lube being the first, the second thing that comes off the box is a dildo, a glass one, all pretty, one that Ivar saw on the internet months ago and kept bugging me until I finally ordered it. He’s probably way too spoiled.

Ivar is back to reality with a soft gasp and a little jump at how the cold tip of the now lubed toy presses to his entrance. He raises his eyebrows, eyes widened a little as he looks at me.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” he hums with a small nod, soon gasping and arching his back with how I start to push the toy in, making sure it goes in in slow and careful movements despite how my eyes follow every little movement of his, from the way the corner of his lips twitch with every moan he tries to suppress to the way his tendons shift on the back of his hand with his strong grip on the sheets.

Ivar’s breath is caught in his throat and his hands still around the fabric at the moment the toy is in to the base, his eyes fixed on a point as if he’s trying to ground himself, but quickly I’m pulling him away from that comfort zone, pulling the toy out slowly just to shove it back right in, watching Ivar squirm around every bump of it.

“How does it feel?” My voice, even if a whisper under Ivar’s panting and moaning, still sounds a little too loud when cutting through the room. Still, nothing but louder moans follow, hence I sigh. “Ivar? I asked you a question!”

“Fuck!” Ivar breathes barely comprehensible, followed by handfuls of words that I can barely understand, but still carry that tone that in another situation, would be the same as in his outbursts, cursing at everything and everyone just because of a little thing. This time, though, it doesn’t last long. The complaints are replaced by more desperate moans that spill from his lips even more often after I decide to change the toy’s angle, aiming right at the spot that has his thighs twitching despite how weak their muscles are. My eyes fall from his face to between his legs, watching him stretch over every bump of the toy and tighten around it all whenever it’s pushed deeper in.

Ivar’s moans gain a higher pitched edge at the same time he starts becoming unquieter, and it’s by watching the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip whilst his cock twitches that I find the exact moment to pull the toy away. He is left squirming around nothing with his teeth gritted, and there’s nothing more amusing than watching all that usual anger of his now melted into something so pathetic.

“(Y/n)!” He complains, breathy and almost whiny in a way I would be silencing him with soft kisses if I were otherwise in a better mood.

“Yeah, yeah,” I hum as I take another toy in hand to also cover it in lube, “I told you that you’d be learning something today, didn’t I?” I raise an eyebrow, and make sure to take my time to really make sure that his orgasm fades away.

Ivar only hums at first, his chest heaving up and down with his pants. He eventually brings a hand up to his face to rub one of his eyes before he runs his index finger and thumb along his eyebrows. “Whatever, I don’t care! Stop this right now, hm? I bet you’re aching to fuck me.” His eyes meet mine through half lidded eyes that hide half of his icy blue irises, and a smile tugs on his lips at the same time. “These pants must be too tight by now. Doing all of that to me, watching me. I bet you wish you were the one being buried deep into me instead, no? Making me m—” He chokes on his words, losing them among gasps and high pitched sounds at how I push the next toy inside him right at the angle to his spot, now meeting little resistance. The words he would be shouting at me right now are just miserably caught in his throat this time, giving place to the pleased cries that spill from his lips instead, easily having the pride swelling inside my chest.

“C’mon, what were you saying, again?” I lean in a little mockingly, laughing when he squirms and babbles incoherently. As much as his words are true, knowing those still isn’t enough to have me giving up now, even more since Ivar is Ivar and would never let go of this victory over me. “Poor Ivar.”

Instead of snatching another burning glare from him as it usually would, Ivar instead arches his back with a moan that’s muffled by his finger given how he bites onto his own knuckle, but it still doesn’t do much to lower the volume, even more when I fidget with the buttons on the bottom of the toy. At first, Ivar arches his back at the foreign feeling, his breath caught in his throat, though getting used to the medium level vibrations coming from the toy inside him has him relaxing and moving his hips experimentally, letting his sounds escape in longer and deeper moans.

“Feels good, baby?” I observe him for a solid minute, smiling when he nods, then lean in to press a kiss to his upper stomach—only kisses at first, yes, just for them to evolve into soft sucking along with nibbling through time, summed up to flickers on the buttons of the vibrator. Ivar is fucking loud, and even if the neighbors are going to complain, I love it so fucking much. It’s easy to drown out the rest of the reality and only focus on having fun with him.

A sheet of sweat already covers his skin, thin, making some of the loose strands that escape his braids glue to his face, and it’s easy to catch on the stream of drool that escapes the side of his mouth along with the pool of precum taking place on his lower abdomen, and the sight easily stirs something in my lower stomach. All of this—he—is all mine.

The vibrations are strong enough to give him pleasure, but still weak enough not to let him get anywhere near his orgasm, hence it’s easy to see him growing unquiet through time, shifting his hips in a search for more touch that never comes. Of course he resources the last option.

“P-Please!” Ivar gasps, still with his knuckle between his teeth, until it comes off when I’m moving the toy inside him a little and he squeezes his eyes shut, nuzzling the pillow. “Fuck, I need to cum, (y/n)! Please, fuck, fuck,” he chants as if it would help him get anywhere. Precious.

“You do?” I raise my eyebrows lightly, never changing the toy’s slow rhythm. “How bad do you want it? I’m not seeing much effort from you into getting it, y’know?”

“No!” Ivar chokes out, back arching before he looks at me. “Please, please, pretty please,” he mumbles, words running into each other, “this’ too much! ‘M so sorry for earlier, I— Just please let me cum, I really need it, I didn’t mean what I told you earlier, please—” He’s interrupted by a moan, chest shuddering with the shaky breath. “Please, ‘feels so good,” he babbles, sometimes allowing his words to turn into an incoherent mess that only comes to an end when I’m wrapping my free hand around his cock to pump him as fast as possible in the tightest grip; he stares at the ceiling with wide eyes and mouth shaped roundly around the moans that come from it while his knuckles go white around the sheets while I do it, having his back arch when he’s finally coming and staining white both himself and my hand, throwing his head back into the pillow to expose his neck just perfectly.

“(Y/n),” Ivar breathes weakly, just a breath, when he starts to come down from his high, with his eyes still focused on something that isn’t there. Either way, I make sure I pull away just before the oversensitivity kicks in, leaving him to gather himself up again while I move to at least put the toys away in the bathroom so I can clean them later and come back with a wet towel. He blinks slowly when he sees me beside him again, running the towel softly against his skin. “Do you want me to suck you off?” He asks, still slurring.

I breathe a chuckle. “No, it’s fine, you don’t have to return the favor right now.”

“But—”

“Shhh!” I press my lips to his to shut him up with short kisses, pressing my lips against his until he gives me an understanding hum followed by a sigh.

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[bouncehousedemons]

Wounded

Rating: E Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Smut, blood and injury, canon-typical violence, angst Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Your eyes meet across a battlefield, but can an encounter between enemies ever be anything more than fleeting?

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“Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Finale Chapter 1

IMAGINE: TELLING YOUR HUSBAND IVAR, THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH ANOTHER MAN, AND IT’S DEEPER THAN JUST SEX.

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WARNINGS: Angst, Treachery, Emotional Abuse and Intrigue

Word Count: 12,612

With concern upon his face, a grave Ivar entered your shared chamber and shut the door behind him. 

When his eyes fell upon you on the bed, his heart instantly sank. However, it had nothing to do with any guilt. Not in the least. In fact, he  was relieved that his children wouldn’t have to grow up around Lizzy’s unstable presence. His only concern was your well-being.

Ivar didn't like seeing you in despair. 

Naturally, he expected that you would be devastated by such news. After all, Lizzy was your only sibling. But since there was nothing he could say to ease the grieving process, Ivar could only hope that it didn’t last for long. 

Taking note of his presence, Jonah let go of your hand and got to his feet. Not wanting to disturb your slumber, he walked to your husband hoping to get a word. But before he could say anything, Ivar placed a hand upon his shoulder.

"I have been given the news." He said. "I know nothing can be said that will bring you comfort at the moment. But remember, there is no need to suffer alone. We are family. If you are in need of anything, anything at all, feel free to ask."

Cautiously, Jonah first thanked Ivar for his kind words. He then confessed that though he was still in shock, he did have one urgent request. To be given permission to bury Elizabeth as mandated by the Christian faith. With some timidity, Jonah added that her would would not rest otherwise.

As he anxiously awaited Ivar's reply, you sat up in the bed.

"You must say, yes." You insisted. Despite not feeling well, you were determined to make yourself heard. "Lizzy must be laid to rest properly."

Ivar’s attention fell upon you, the visible tension in his jaw quite evident. There were many things that got under his skin. But none angered him more than being told what to do. The request had been put to him. But here you were, interjecting yourself without being invited to do so. Needless to say, he was not happy about it.

"Y/N, you are only going to upset yourself. Please, lay back down. I promise, we shall discuss it in a moment." Ivar replied calmly.

He then looked at Jonah again and invited him to reside at the estate. Adding that it was no time to be alone with only his son to keep him company.

"Are you certain, my Prince?" 

"Of course. Besides, there are plenty of servants to care for Luke while you get your thoughts together." Ivar replied matter-of-factly.

"But what of Mother?" Jonah asked. It was no secret that there was an unspoken tension between Ivar and your mother. However, she did need to be informed that her child was deceased. "I do not meant to offend but she must be told before word gets around. Such news should come from family."

"No offense taken, brother. I will have a messenger dispatched at once."

With that, Ivar escorted Jonah from the chamber. 

Whatever the two of them discussed afterward, was only your guess. The only thing you hoped was that your mother would not die from the news. She may have been an overbearing woman, but she genuinely loved you and Lizzy. 

It was strange. 

After the betrayal, you never thought you would forgive her. But perhaps, being a mother yourself now had softened your heart. You could somewhat understand your mother's motivations, even if not completely. All she had done, even when it appeared insensitive, was to keep you alive. And if that was a crime, it was a crime you were willing to absolve.

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With a heavy heart, Jonah departed the estate escorted by some of Ivar's men to go and retrieve his son. Though full of great sorrow, your brother-in-law found comfort in knowing he had your support. As for the messenger, he had already taken his leave.

Pondering your desire to give Lizzy a Christian burial, Ivar entered his Study. To his annoyance, he found Ubbe seated at one of the tables, reading from an old historic tome.

"What are you doing in here?"

Despite his little brother's rude tone, the elder Ragnarsson didn't lose his pleasant demeanor.

"Adelaide said you always came in here around this time. So I figured, what better place to have a chat."

"Is that so?" Ivar scoffed without glancing in Ubbe’s direction. He then took a seat, easing himself slowly so he didn’t aggravate the pain he had been feeling all morning. After leaning his crutch against another chair, he relaxed. "So, what do you want, hmm? I know you did not wait around just to stare at me."

"I heard about Elizabeth from your Man at Arms. It is most unfortunate."

With suspicion, Ivar eyed his brother but said nothing. 

He may have been the youngest, but he was no fool. Since the trial had not gone as expected, everyone was pivoting and reassessing their allegiances. So it was obvious that Ubbe was using Lizzy's death to grovel like the dog he was.

"Did you hear me? I said, I heard about your sister-in-law."

"Of course I heard you!" Ivar hissed. He then leaned forward, placing both elbows on the table. His keen eyes scrutinizing Ubbe's every move. "It is apparent that the lawlessness is getting out hand. However, the city guards will get to the bottom of things soon enough."

"Whatever happens, you must make an example of the perpetrators. Violence like this cannot be tolerated. Especially when it is visited upon those attached to our family name."

"If I did not hear it with my own ears, I would not believe it. Do you know how laughable that is coming from you of all people?" An amused Ivar said mockingly. "Please tell me, when did you suddenly start caring about our family? The last time I checked, you were quite fond of drinking with Lagertha."

"Must we go over this again? Besides, this is hardly the right time to talk about it."

"Well, in my eyes, it's the perfect time." Ivar countered with a look of disgust. "I will never forget how you carried on with the woman who killed our mother."

"Why must you hold on to things? I have admitted on numerous occasions that I made a mistake." Ubbe said in frustration.

"I hold on to slights because unlike you, I loved our mother. And I swore to the Gods that I would avenge her death by blood. So know this. Neither you, Bjorn nor anyone else is going to stop me."

Getting to his feet, Ubbe paced the floor.

It was true. In spite of all his explanations, he had been far too cozy with Lagertha. Not only in Ivar's eyes but in the eyes of most of Kattegat. Whatever the situation between the two women, an arrow to the back was a cowardly act.

The air was thick with tension. It seemed that despite what he may have initially believed, Ivar could not be pacified by kind words. So, with a furrowed brow, Ubbe asked what was to happen now.

"I want you to leave Kattegat!" Ivar replied flatly.

"What?"

"You heard me! I will even be generous enough to give you three days to depart."

"I think you've gone mad. Do you forget who I am? Not only am I your elder, but a warrior in my own right."

"Ubbe, you have no idea how badly I want to split your skull at the moment." Ivar replied. "You should be thanking the Gods that I’m giving you the opportunity to leave on your own accord."

"Do you really expect me to leave my homeland just like that?" The elder Ragnarsson asked as he placed both hands on the table. "I have followers too. What if I instead choose to give you resistance? Then what?"

"Do as you wish. But your blood will be on your own hands if you decide to stay."

Ubbe ran a hand over his thick beard, wondering how they had come this point. Where had all the good times gone? There was a time when the Ragnarssons were inseparable, but that all seemed a distant memory now.

"I see you have been bolstered by the lack of backbone in our allies." Ubbe confessed. "But I can't say that I blame you. For whatever reason, no one can see past your victories. By the time they finally realize that you are the real enemy of our people, it will be too late.

Ivar chuckled at the assertion.

Whether people feared or loved him, didn't matter. The only thing that would remain in the end were his accomplishments. For as long as he could remember, it was the only thing he had wanted. A legacy so great, that tales of his exploits would be told long after his death.

"Say whatever you like. Your word no longer hold sway with me." Ivar casually replied as he reclined into his chair. "If I am truly the enemy as you claim, it gives you even more reason to leave Kattegat. But remember, you have three days. I will not extend the deadline. Now, get out of my sight!"

Ubbe stood in disbelief for a good long while, his hands formed into fists. Suddenly, with a loud thud, he hit the table in frustration. 

Ivar, however, didn't flinch. Instead, he stared in amusement until his elder brother finally stormed out of the Study.

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As Ivar walked the corridor, his Coin Master, Herstein held all the documents he had just signed. Running an estate and vast Kingdom was not for the faint at heart. Fortunately, your husband was intelligent but still surrounded himself with the greatest of minds.

"The new trade agreements should increase Kattegat's importance soon enough, my Prince. And with the discovery of the massive ore deposits, I think you should consider exporting. The raven-haired man advised. "At any rate, I shall send the correspondences at once.

Before he could say his farewell, Ivar placed a hand firmly upon his shoulder.

"Please give the troops bonuses for their tireless efforts." He directed, much to the man's surprise. "After all, the best way to keep people happy is to show them gratitude from time-to-time."

"Master, that is very wise. You know, there are those who claim loyalty cannot be bought. But that is a tale told by the foolish." Herstein mused thoughtfully. "How much coin are you thinking?"

"Five silver penning each. Though it is a trifling amount, to them it will be as if Yule has arrived early. And don't forget to announce the plans for a festival to commemorate our triumphs. That ought to bolster morale further."

The Coin Master nodded approvingly, pleased that at least one of the brothers was so wise. To rule a Kingdom, one had to balance discipline with generosity. And Ivar knew how to walk that fine line despite his temperament.

"I shall get to work immediately, my Prince."

As the words left the Herstein’s lips, an impeccably dressed Messilla approached. The purple hue of her dress setting off the green of her eyes. Holding her velvet skirts, she bashfully greeted them both before looking at Ivar with her usual apprehension.

"Master, if it is alright, I need a word." She said, her voice so hushed that one had to strain to hear.

Plastering a smile upon his face, Ivar accepted the request before giving his attention to the Coin Master again.

"You may go, Herstein." He said. "If I need anything else, I will send for you."

With that, the servant departed, leaving them alone.

"Where is my daughter?" Ivar inquired. "Have I not told you on numerous occasions that you are to watch over her?

"She is currently being fed by the Wet-Nurse. I will fetch her soon enough."

"And Y/N?"

"Do not worry yourself. My Mistress is getting some much needed rest." Messilla replied as the two of them walked the passageway. "Healer Percival gave her something for her nerves while I was visiting."

Though each step he took was painful, Ivar did his best to hide it.

He wasn't sure why he felt so poorly as of late, but he figured it had to do with his imprisonment. The cells weren't designed to be comfortable and could do a number on one's body. Even if perfectly healthy. Obviously, the time there had been quite an excruciating experience for Ivar.

"Master, I wish to ask something but I am afraid to offend."

"What is it?"

"Do not get angry but I have noticed you grimace often these days. Are you feeling well?"

"Of course I am!" Ivar declared, practically offended by the question. "Why would you ask something so stupid?"

Though she faltered, Messilla did manage to say that she could see he was not himself. In fact, she added that he appeared to be in a tremendous amount of pain. Never one to appreciate people thinking of him as feeble, Ivar became livid.

"Are you a Healer all of a sudden?" He shouted. "Is it not apparent that I walk with the aid of braces and a crutch? Of course I would appear uncomfortable to someone who barely joined my household."

"I may be new, but I would never lie to you or my Mistress. I have observed you well. And with all due respect, I think you should have the Healers attend you."

"Perhaps I should have them to exam your head." He replied before spotting Hvisterk approaching. "Now, please drop this subject before I lose my temper."

Noting the close proximity in which the two were standing, the elder Ragnarsson eyed them suspiciously. However, he said nothing about it when he finally reached where they stood. Instead, Hvitserk greeted his brother before asking to speak to him. Seeing nothing wrong with the request, Ivar agreed and dismissed your Thrall.

With a pleasant smile, Messilla excused herself from their presence.

"I ran into Ubbe just now….." Hvitserk began. "He tells me that you have ordered him to leave Kattegat. Why are------"

"Not here!" Ivar hissed. "I do not speak about such matters in passageways. If you we must speak, let us go to the Great Hall."

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You woke feeling both physically and mentally numb. 

Despite this, your mood was much better than it had been the previous day. Obviously, this had allot to do with Healer Percival’s concoctions. As you laid under the furs, you noticed that it had to be mid-afternoon at the very least. The sun shone itself brightly and washed the chamber with hues of gold and orange. What a lovely day it was.

Almost too nice to be a day of mourning.

"Lizzy, my dear baby sister. Forgive me." You thought. "I should have been there to protect you."

Despite the tension between you over the recent months, you loved Elizabeth. She had always been handful and her behavior of late was strange. However, nothing would have ever caused you to hate her.

Reflecting on the last time the two of you spoke, your eyes welled. But the tears did not fall.

Sitting up, you threw the furs off and immediately looked to the cradle. As expected, it was empty. These days, it seemed as if your daughter was spending more time with the servants than with you. At least, that is how it felt. Perhaps, you were being melodramatic but it truly seemed that way.

Getting to your feet, you felt as if you were weighed down by an invisible force. It took a great deal of effort just to make it past the bed to Ivar's desk. Eventually, you made it to the door but you barely had enough energy to open it fully. Thus, you called to the Thralls stationed in the passageway.

"Yes, Princess?" One woman replied as she rushed over. "Would you like us to bring your food now?"

"No. I will eat in the Great Hall. Where is my daughter?"

"She was taken by Messilla while you slept." The Thrall replied cautiously. "Should I go and fetch her for you?"

Shaking your head, you informed the woman that you would get Dahlia yourself. Instead, you instructed her to prepare your bath. Mourning or not, you couldn't stay in bed all day. Besides, you had a great deal to take care of. Including convincing Ivar about the Christian burial.

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Prince Sven sensed his father approach as he swung his Haspian sword at the target before him.  

It wasn't his own weapon however. It had once belonged to Braun, his eldest brother. But after the death of Tormund, his brother relinquished the exquisite sword. He swore to focus on ruling their people instead of fighting endless wars. 

Though it was a strange declaration for a Viking, it wasn't surprising. 

Of all the three brothers, Braun had never shown any blood-lust. Though a capable fighter, he was more of an intellect. Constantly coming up with amazing ideas and inventions. For that reason, he now governed their settlements since Sven had refused the position.

"It seems you have easily learned to wield your brother's sword despite its weight." King Solmund noted before taking a seat on a long bench. "But I am not surprised. You have always been an extraordinary fighter."

Without averting his eyes from the target, Sven continued to swing the blade around.

"Have you heard the news going around?" The King inquired before eyeing one of his escorts for drink.

As his father was being served, Sven replied that he did not make a habit of gossiping like a market-woman. This prompted a chuckle from the King, who then added that the news had to do with you.

"Is she alright?"

"I knew that would get your attention. Do not worry, your little friend is fine. However, the same cannot be said for her sister. Apparently, some city guards came across her body yesterday. It appears that Kattegat has a growing bandit problem."

Sven went silent as he contemplated is father's words.

If anyone understood the pain of losing a sibling, it was he. In all honesty, he felt a great deal of sadness knowing that you were likely quite devastated.

"Why so glum all of a sudden?" King Solmund asked before taking a swig of wine. "I know you have a strange affinity for Princess Y/N but remember, we are leaving soon."

"It is not a strange affinity. Unlike you, I happen to have compassion for my fellow man."

"Fellow man, is it?" His father repeated with a hearty laugh. "Do not take offense son, but perhaps you are too attentive when it comes to that woman. I know that it has been a while since your wife-------"

The word had barely left his lips when Sven's expression changed.

"Father, I know I am expected to show respect so do not make me repeat this. Never bring up my family in conversation again!"

"But why? Is it not absurd to forbid me from speaking of my own daughter-in-law and grandson?"

"I have said my peace so just respect my wishes."

"Well, I for one think it's quite ridiculous. It is hardly the way to honor a loved one's memory. Why behave as if they never existed?"

"It is not your place to understand! Besides, it's not as if you ever liked Isabella." Sven replied as the tension grew. "You regarded her and my son lesser than cattle when they were alive, so do not feign love now."

The King sighed as he ran a finger over the rim of his chalice. 

He truly couldn't understand what had come between him and his favorite child. Sven had always been a source of pride, despite being the youngest. He was the apple of King Solmund’s eye and the one he wished to leave all his worldly possession to. But these days, they seemed to be growing further and further apart.

"Why don't we go for a ride in the countryside. It’s been a while since I’ve raced you." King Solmund suggested.

But before the Prince could reply, Jarl Øysten approached. The man wore a friendly but somewhat weary expression upon his face. Out of all the conspirators against Ivar, he was the only one with reservations.

Though he took exception with how the youngest Ragnarsson had treated him since the great wars, he wasn't sure if murder was the solution. After greeting both men, the Jarl asked to speak with King Solmund in private.

"I had planned on spending time with my son-----."

"Father, there is no need to keep from your meeting on my account." Sven interrupted as he sheathed his sword. "Besides, I have something to attend to."

The King wanted to ask exactly where his son was headed, however, he decided against it.

"I know you are more than capable of defending yourself, but remain vigilant. Our hosts have kept protocol, however, this is not Ansbach. Danger lurks whenever one is not in his own homeland.”

"Take heart, father." Sven replied. "I know exactly where danger lies."

With that, he departed the training grounds, leaving the King and Jarl Øysten to their conversation.

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"There you are. I have been searching everywhere." A relieved Ubbe exclaimed when he spotted Bjorn.

He had been told that his brother was at the harbor and after a very long search, finally located him. Since the elder Ragnarsson was in the midst of a transaction with the captain of a foreign ship, he acknowledged Ubbe before wrapping things up. 

His own fleet had departed a while back, but it didn’t mean he could have requested a ship from Ivar. However, Bjorn was no fool. He knew that asking for favors after the disaster of a trial would have been futile. Their little brother may have been behaving as if things were fine, but there was definitely a storm brewing. 

There was one thing Bjorn had come to realize about Ivar. He didn’t forgive slights. Worst of all, he held grudges until those slights were avenged. That made him a very dangerous person to underestimate.

"The ship will leave at first light." The Captain said in a thick foreign accent. "However, your servants can begin loading your possessions at any time."

"Thank you. I will give the order."

With furrowed brow, Bjorn finally gave Ubbe his attention. Noting his younger brother’s anxious state, he gathered that something had occurred since they last saw one another at first meal.

"Why the long face? Don’t tell me that you and Hvitserk have fallen out again."

"It’s Ivar!" Ubbe replied bluntly. "He has ordered me to leave Kattegat, never to return. Can you believe he has the nerve to give such a command?"

"I can. And if I were you, I wouldn't waste my time trying to change his mind. Face it brother, Ivar is no longer the child that looked up to us and longed to follow in our footsteps. Whatever he was then, is long dead."

"So, that is your advice? That I leave my birthright and lands, just like that?" Ubbe asked. "What will my son inherit if I give in without a fight?

"It is better to temporarily lose control of your lands than to die a foolish death. Make no mistake, Ivar will kill you if you remain here."

Discouraged, Ubbe folded his arms across his chest as he contemplated Bjorn's words. Kattegat was one of the many things Ragnar had fought for when he was alive. It was his legacy to all his sons. Now, it appeared that Ubbe had to walk away from his share with his tail between his legs.

"I'm a man. How can I face Torvi knowing that I didn't take a stand?"

"At least you will be alive to have that discussion." Bjorn replied honestly. "Count yourself fortunate that Ivar is no coward or else we would both be dead already. Come away with me. We shall have our chance to face him on the field of battle very soon."

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"Look at you, mon lapin. (French: my rabbit) You are very happy now, aren't you?" Messilla cooed to Dahlia who was laid upon her bed. 

As she continued playing with the baby, a light tapping came upon the door. Instantly, she knew it could not have been Ivar. He was the Master after all and never knocked before entering any room.

"Who is it?"

"It is Adelaide." Came the sharp reply. "We need to talk."

Messilla bit her lip in aggravation. She didn't know what it was but the old woman had a way of making her feel uneasy.

"You may enter." 

In sauntered Adelaide looking like someone who had eaten bitter grapes. With great arrogance, she first ran a finger along the corner desk.

"Do you even make any attempts to keep up this chamber clean? It is a privilege that no slave ever sees. However, you do not seem to appreciate it from what I gather."

"Of course I do. I try to be very thorough when I clean."

"Hmm. Perhaps, you should spend more time cleaning and less chatting with house-guests above your station. At any rate, I have something very important to ask and I insist that you be truthful."

"What is it?"

"I have noticed that Prince Ivar favors you. And please do not argue because I am no fool." Adelaide quipped, preventing any interruption. "Tell me, do you understand what that means for a girl like you?"

Though nothing scandalous was going on between them, Messilla couldn't declare as much. Especially since she had been warned several times to keep up appearances. With a shrug, she finally replied that Ivar was only temporarily captivated.

"That may be true. But lust can be turned into long term gain."

Taking a seat, Adelaide began relaying the story of a fellow Thrall she had known in her youth. Apparently, the woman had managed to turn the nightly visits from their Master into a proposal of marriage.

"You see? Though he had only wanted a bed warmer initially, her affections ensnared him. He made her a second wife despite his wife's apprehensions. She even bore him two pretty sons in quick succession. After that, she was a second wife only in title. Do you understand what I am saying now?"

"I beg your pardon but what does that story have to do with me?"

"Foolish girl. Do you not wish to leave the life of servitude behind?" Adelaide replied with a roll of her eyes. "The Prince obviously cares for you. Enough to move you under his roof and lavish you with fine things. Tell me, what chores do you do around the estate?"

"I am the Mistresses' Personal Attendant."

"And caregiver for Ivar's child. The fact that he entrusted you with such a responsibility should convince you of what I’m saying."

Messilla tried to change the subject but the old woman was relentless. Adelaide encouraged her to bed Ivar as much as he desired. She even cited romantic ploys that could be used to win his heart.

"To make him fall in love, you must be attentive to all of his needs. Remember, there is allot on his young shoulders." Adelaide continued. "Make passionate love but remember to also praise his achievements."

Poor Messilla.

She could only stare at the old woman as she rocked Dahlia in her arms. It was an awkward conversation for numerous reasons. The main one being that Adelaide was encouraging her to displace you.

"Do you not think Princess Y/N would be hurt by this?"

"Listen dear. I swore an oath to always look after Ivar. That boy deserves to be loved as Queen Aslaug wanted. So far, it has yet to occur."

"What? But my Mistress---."

"Do not concern yourself with that troublemaker! She shouldn't be Ivar's wife in the first place. But at least one good thing came from it. Ivar proved that he can indeed produce offspring. And he will have many more children with a better woman. And that could very well be you."

Messilla could scarcely believe what she was hearing. 

Adelaide was quite traitorous. As she placed a fussy Dahlia over her shoulder, the young Thrall was tempted to put the old woman in her place. However, that would have been unwise. Instead, she thought of a much better solution to the  treachery. She would tell Ivar everything when the opportunity presented itself.

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As you made your way toward the Great Hall, you found it difficult to stay on your feet. Stopping to compose yourself, you declined the numerous offers of help from the Guards who lined to walls.

"Princess Y/N, what is the matter?"

You turned to see a worried Coin Master Herstein headed your way. 

Handing his leather-bound books to an assistant, he quickly grabbed hold of you, bearing your weight. Though you tried to insist that you were fine, Herstein refused to listen.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, but I cannot risk you falling and hurting yourself." He insisted. "Now, tell me, where were you headed?"

"To the Great Hall."

"Fine, let us go."

As you passed through the open walkway between the courtyard and Great Hall, you spotted Prince Sven. He appeared to be in a hurry but when he spotted you, he changed direction.

"What's the matter with the Princess?" Sven asked Herstein as he rushed over.

"I'm not sure. I was headed to a meeting when I noticed that she appeared weak. I'm taking her to the Great Hall. Perhaps some food will make her feel better." 

“I think it’s best to send for a Healer. She needs to be looked over." 

"You may be right.” Herstein admitted thoughtfully. “ I will find Prince Ivar---."

"There's no time for that!" Sven insisted. Then with little effort, he swept you off your feet into his arms. "Go and fetch the Healer whilst I return the Princess to her chambers."

"But she must eat something."

With an annoyed expression the Prince stated that the Thralls could serve you in bed. After all, it was their job to attend to your every need. He then carried you into the west-wing of the estate, leaving the Herstein to do as instructed.

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"How is she?" Your mother whispered to Sven upon entering the chamber. 

“Much better. She fell asleep only moments ago.”

It was apparent that she had been weeping. Her eyes were swollen and red and her expression quite strained. She was emotionally confused and physically drained. But after being told of your incident, your mother was determined to watch over you.

Taking a seat upon the bed, she took hold of your hand while the Prince remained seated by the fireplace. Proving to be a true friend, he had not left your side. In fact, he had no intentions doing so until Ivar arrived. 

But who knew when that would be. The servants had been searching for him for some time, however, no one was having any luck in finding him.

As for your mother, she had been escorted home by Ivar's Messenger and guards as promised. Now as she sat beside you, she came to the frightening realization that you were now her only living child. 

"Girl." Your mother said to one of the Thralls stood beside the door. "Go and fetch Adelaide at once."

Without a word, the woman nodded and quickly left the chamber. 

As her attention fell to you again, your mother asked where Dahlia was. With Lizzy's slaying fresh on her mind, she didn't want to entrust the baby to just anyone.

"She's with the Princesses' Attendant." Sven replied.

"I must go and fetch her. Please, my Prince, is it possible for you to remain here until I return?"

"Of course."

Tremendously appreciative for his show of kindness, your mother thanked Sven before taking her leave.

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Jarl Øysten could barely hide his fear as Ivar glared at him.

It was quite the unfortunate situation, but it was of his own doing. The Jarl had always been a man of complex motives and desired a certain level of success. However, he had never been keen on making powerful enemies. Especially the kind that could slaughter his entire family line with no hesitation.

And that was the reasoning behind his decision to reveal all to Ivar. That, coupled with the fact that his so-called friends intended to kill him as well.

It certainly was a strange turn of events. He now found himself in front of the very man he had conspired to murder. Staring into the eyes of the youngest Ragnarsson, Jarl Øysten felt as if he was facing down an enraged beast. So wisely, he remained silent and averted his gaze to the ground.

“Look at me, you coward!” Ivar spat.

Even the guards that lined the walls of the abandoned Tower shuddered at his voice. For a moment, Jarl Øysten wondered if he had made a mistake by telling Messilla that he wished to meet with the Prince.

“I beg of you, please do not be hasty in your anger." The Jarl began, his voice trembling and cracking. "I came to you because I wanted to do what was right. I didn't want any part of killing the Princess or her baby.”

Ivar unsheathed his axe.

With gritted his teeth, he fought the urge to bury the blade into the Jarl's skull. Fortunately, his Man at Arms stepped forward and placed a hand upon his shoulder. The burly warrior then whispered something in Ivar's ear. Whatever was said, it was enough to cause him to bury the axe into the table instead.

“I know exactly why you came to me, Øysten. So do not insult me by saying it was to protect my wife or daughter.” Ivar seethed as he leaned forward in his seat. “I saw the fear in your eyes before you even spoke. Perhaps your friends intend to kill more than just me and my family. Am I right?"

"My Pr-----.”

"If you do not answer my question, I will have you dismembered in this very Tower. And then, I'll have my men pay a visit to your home.”

The Jarl swallowed hard before confessing that Ivar was right.

By pure happenstance, he had overheard Jarl Borg tell King Solmund that he was a liability. For that reason, they intended to rid themselves of him soon. Taking hold of his crutch, Ivar got to his feet. As he made his way to where the Jarl stood, the guards watched cautiously. Prepared to cut the man down with no hesitation.

"Get on your knees, dog!" Ivar commanded.

Doing so immediately, Jarl Øysten felt the stagnant water on the stone floor saturate his clothes.  

“Listen well.” Ivar seethed as he grabbed hold of the Jarl’s collar. “You are going to behave normally. As my eyes and ears, you will report everything that is discussed. Regardless of how insignificant it may be.”

“But will they not suspect me? If we speak too often they will become paranoid.”

“You imbecile! What do you take me for? Of course you will not pass the information to me directly. You will go through Messilla, as before. Now get out before anyone sees you here."

Grateful that he had made it through the meeting in one piece, Jarl Øysten scrambled to his feet. Awkwardly, he glanced around the room. Despite the guards eyeing him with disgust, he was glad that he had thrown himself at Ivar's mercy. 

It was better to be alive and hated than to be dead before one’s time.

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As Messilla fidgeted in with her bracelet, she stared out the window. She had just returned from helping the older women dress and prepare Elizabeth's body for viewing. Though it was not part of her duties, she had volunteered her time. After all, she had nothing else to do since Dahlia had been taken from her care.

Despite all her pleading, your mother refused to allow Messilla to keep the baby.

As she was lost in daydream, the chamber door suddenly swung open. A weary Ivar entered, doing his best not to grimace with each step. Though his legs were causing him great discomfort lately, he chose to swallow the pain. There was just too much going on that required his attention. So, as always, your husband decided to put his health last.

Getting to her feet, Messilla rushed over and attempted to assist Ivar to his seat.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"My Prince. You are in pain. Please allow me to help you."

Angered by her words, Ivar wriggled free from Messilla’s grasp. He then managed to walk to the table on his own accord and sat down.

"You are becoming too familiar. Do you wish to return to the huts?" He asked.

"Forgive me, Master. It is just that I'm the Princesses' Attendant. Therefore I must care for all things that are important to her. That includes you."

"That is rubbish. For the last time, desist with your meddling." Ivar commanded. He then reclined into the chair, quite exhausted from his long day. "Take a seat. I have much to discuss with you."

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As you roused from sleep, you could hear male voices within the chamber. Remaining still underneath the furs, you realized that they belonged to Prince Sven and your husband.

"As I said before, I appreciate you staying at my wife's side. But I need no advice on how to care for her. Now if you------"

"Forgive the interruption. But Y/N confessed to me that she desperately wants a Christian burial for her sister. It was all she could speak of before the Healers came." Prince Sven admitted. "I know we do not care for their traditions, however, it seems to mean allot to her. So, what are your intentions?"

Though he was furious at the Prince's meddling, Ivar managed to stay calm. He may have loved you, but no Christian traditions were going to occur on his watch. And no one, not even Prince Sven was going drag him down a road he did not wish to travel.

"I will have that discussion with my wife, not you."

"What is there to discuss?" Sven asked, not backing down.

"And what business is it of yours, hmm?" Ivar countered, his irritation now growing. "She's my wife, after all."

"When the Healers were speaking to Y/N, it became apparent that she is with child. Do not worry, I will keep that to myself. However, it should be reason enough to agree to her request."

To say Ivar was livid would have been putting it lightly. 

He was incensed. The Prince was not only inserting himself where he did not belong, but he apparently knew of the unborn child. Whatever friendship the two of you were developing, Ivar would end it soon enough.

"Sven, I'm not going to discuss this issue any further. I thanked you for tending to my wife in my absence. But it appears that you wish to make me regret doing so."

"I fear you misunderstand my intentions. I just wish to ease the Princess's burdens."

"I think you have forgotten who I am." Ivar fumed - his veil of civility falling away. "So before I forget myself and do something we will both regret, I suggest you leave."

Frustrated at Ivar's inability to listen to good advice, the Prince set his cup down. With one last look at where you lay upon the bed, he departed the chamber, closing the door behind him. Glad to be done with the conversation, Ivar sipped from his horn.

"When did you get here?" You asked with a raspy voice. 

"Just now. How are you feeling?"

You sat up, feeling extremely parched. But when you tried to reach for the pitcher of watered-down mead, your husband ordered you to stop. He then walked over and took a seat upon the bed

"Y/N, you could fall over in your weakened state." He said sincerely as he poured from the pitcher. "I have given you plenty of Thralls, use them."

After handing you the cup of mead, Ivar watched you drink – his eyes never leaving you. Though he had been angry only moments earlier, his expression had softened.

"Where is Dahlia?" You suddenly asked before taking another sip.

"With your mother."

The news came as a bit of a surprise. You didn't know your mother had arrived while you were asleep. Mercifully, if she was indeed caring for your daughter, it meant she wasn't too grief-stricken.

"Y/N." Ivar said, his voice bringing you back to reality. Wrapping his arms about you, he swept you into an embrace. "What are you thinking about?"

With his lips pressed against your cheek, he playfully nibbled your flesh, nearly causing you to spill the mead. When you informed him that you wanted to talk, he nodded but continued to lavish you with kisses.

"Ivar, you're not listening to me."

"That's not true." He replied before grazing your neck with his lips.

"For the love of God, I just lost my little sister! My poor mother and Jonah will be depending on me to ensure that she has a proper send-off. We have to talk about the burial arrangements."

Annoyed, Ivar straightened up and grabbed his mead from the table. Though you could tell that he was about to lose his temper, you had not intentions of backing down.

"Look at me, please."

"Y/N, you have my attention. What more do you want?" Ivar practically hissed. "Must I remind you that I'm no Thrall? I don't need to cower in your presence in order to hold a conversation."

"That is not what I meant and you know it. Please, just look at me."

You gently stroked his free hand, hoping the affection would soothe his emotions. Not one to be easily coddled however, Ivar glared at you with suspicion.

"We want Lizzy to be laid to rest as a proper Christian. And before you say it, I am well aware of your feelings toward the religion. But I'm begging you with all my heart. Please say------"

"Why do you push me, Y/N, hmm? Even before we married, I told you that I didn't want to see any of your religious nonsense in my home. Do you think I say things I do not mean?"

You were taken aback a moment. It had been a while since you had seen this side of Ivar. But somehow, you had to soften his heart.

"I understand your great dislike for Christianity but----."

"No, you don't!" He interjected before looking away. "If you truly understood, you wouldn't waste your time asking for something I will never agree to."

"What?" You asked with sadness. "Ivar, I have never asked for anything. Just this once, can't you do something that makes me happy?"

"Why would you say something like that?" He replied, his neck snapping in your direction. "You make me sound like some kind of monster."

"That's not what I meant. It's just that I have always obeyed your wishes. I took your Gods as my own and learned your ways. So if you love me as you claim, why can't you do something for me as well? It is only a ceremony."

Ivar stared, angered by your attempt to use his declarations of love against him.

Even if he tried, there was no proper way for him to convey how much he detested your faith. To allow a Christian burial to take place would have betrayed every vow he had made since Ragnar's death.

"Y/N, I do love you. But I cannot permit any Christian rites." He declared. "However, I will allow you to spend as much coin as you want in order to give your sister a beautiful Heathen ceremony."

Obviously, you weren't pleased. 

You instantly snatched your hand from his grasp, disgusted at his inability to see reason. How did he expect you to send Lizzy off as a Heathen? You laid your head upon the pillow - your emotions raw and threatening to bring you to tears.

"Do not hate me." Ivar said before laying his head upon your shoulder. “I would do anything else in the world for you. But never that. Perhaps one day, I can make you understand why.”

"Get off me. I wish to rest."

"I know you don't want to hear anything I have to say." He said with his lips pressed to your ear. "But no matter what you think, I do love you."

"No, you don't!" You replied harshly. "Just because you say something, it doesn't make it true."

Ivar sighed inwardly. He knew that merely telling you that he was devoted, was not enough. Especially in that moment.

"After everything is done, why don't I take you to visit my settlements in North Umbria?" He suggested. "I think it would do you some good to see new surroundings. Or maybe you might prefer King Harald's lands. Would you like that?

"What kind of person are you?" You asked as your frustration hit its limits. "Honestly, I don't even know why you made me your wife. You should have left me to live as Bjorn's Thrall. At least back then, I knew where I stood."

When Ivar noticed that you were shedding tears, he began wiping them away with his fingertips.

"Please, just leave me alone!" You demanded doing your best to push his hand away.

But in spite of your behavior, he didn't stop. He simply continued dabbing your tear streaked face with his calloused fingers.

"Shh. Calm yourself, Y/N." Ivar soothed with his cheek pressed against your own.

He didn't say anything else after that. Your husband simply consoled you as you cried yourself sore the remainder of the night.

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"There, there, little one." Your mother cooed, rubbing Dahlia's back in circular motions. “It’s time for you to get some rest.”

The baby was rested over her shoulder as she attempted to soothe her to sleep. Though emotionally drained in more ways than one, having Dahlia in her care took your mother's mind off Elizabeth.

At one time, you had been quite a large family; your relations living within walking distance of one another. But those days seemed a lifetime ago. Thus, in the midst of her sorrow, your mother committed herself to caring for the family she had left. 

That meant you, Jonah and the two grandchildren were now a priority.

After sitting upon the bed, your mother gently moved Dahlia from her shoulder and cradled her. Though drowsy, the baby was in no mood to close her eyes just yet. She busied herself sucking her thumb as she stared at her grandmother.

"Don't worry, love." Your mother whispered. "From now on, I'll be taking care of you as much as possible. No more strangers and servants."

While she was trying to put the baby to sleep, a knock came upon the door.

Since your mother wasn't expecting anyone at that time of night, she was confused. Perhaps the Wet-nurse had returned or was it Messilla?

"Who is it?" 

"I beg your pardon but it is I, Adelaide. Forgive me for coming to your chamber at such an odd hour. However, I was busy supervising in the kitchens when I was told of your arrival."

"Come in."

The door swung open and in sauntered the Head Domestic. 

Strangely, her expression was more pleasant than normal. Perhaps due to her believing that Messilla would soon replace you. After apologizing again, the old woman took a seat at the writing desk and gave her condolences.

"Thank you for the kind words." Your mother replied. "The totality of the loss hasn’t fully settled in my heart yet. But we are strong. My family has endured many things, so we shall get through this tragedy as well."

"That is good to hear. But if you need anyone to talk to, my ears are always attentive."

"That is kind."

When your mother then looked at Dahlia. And was she ever surprised to see that the baby was still doing her best to stay awake. 

"Do you recall that conversation we had some time ago?" Adelaide asked. "The one where you asked me to watch over Y/N?"

Your mother instantly looked at her, confused and suspicious.

"If I remember correctly…" The old woman continued. "you were quite alarmed when I first told you of my suspicions. But in the end, we both realized that she was doing her best to avoid becoming a mother."

"Why dig up this subject?" Your mother asked. "The poor girl went from being a mere slave to the wife of Ivar the Boneless. She was bound to make unwise decisions. Anyone would have. Nevertheless, she has matured greatly since then."

Adelaide apologized and stated that she did not mean to offend. However, she explained that she had brought up the topic for great reason.

"I know you were away caring for a foreign Jarl's daughter. Which, from what I have heard, was successful------"

"Just get to your point, Adelaide! What are you after?"

"Have been made aware that Y/N is supposedly with child again?"

Your mother was surprised. During her time at your bedside, you had been asleep the entire time. In fact, she had spent most of it making small talk with Prince Sven. Though he was aware of your condition, he had not made mention of it since it was not his place.

"Why did you frame it that way? Either she is, or she isn't." Your mother said before looking at the baby again.

Thankfully, despite her attempts to remain awake, Dahlia was fast asleep. Getting to her feet, your mother went to the cradle that had been moved from Messilla's chamber. As she was laying the baby down, Adelaide mentioned that she did believe that you were with child.

However, she did not think it was Ivar's seed.

"What nerve you have! You come to my chamber under the guise of friendship only to insult my daughter." Your mother replied, no longer hiding her anger. "I have one child laid in state and another who has fallen ill, yet here you are. Spreading poison. I regret coming to when I needed someone to watch over Y/N. Obviously, it was a colossal mistake on my part. But know this, if you ever say or do anything against my daughter, I will take matters into my own hands. Now get out!"

"My apologies. However, it is my duty to protect my Master."

"In case you have forgotten, your Master is my son-in-law. How do you think he would feel hearing you gossip about his wife?"

"Indeed." Adelaide replied with a smirk. "I wonder myself how Ivar would feel about your daughter conniving all this while. That affair with her Christian beau was one thing but, playing God with his seed is another."

"Get out, you old witch! Get out before I strike you down where you stand!"

With that, you mother hastened to the door and opened it wide. 

Unfazed, Adelaide stood up and fixed her crisp black apron. Walking leisurely, the Head Domestic finally exited the chamber allowing your mother to slam the door behind her.

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"My Prince, Messilla has arrived. Shall I let her in?" A male Thrall's called out through the chamber door.

An exhausted Ivar rubbed his eyes before making another mark on the parchment before him. Though it was the middle of the night, he was busily adding to the map of his settlements. 

It was a project he had undertaken a while ago and was now nearing completion.

Placing the quill into the inkwell, Ivar instructed the the man to allow Messilla to enter. 

As soon as she walked into the chamber, she noted that you were peacefully sleeping. In an effort not to disturb you, she went and stood in front of Ivar's desk.

"Master, I know you sent word for me to bring the baby. However, your mother-in-law never came to the door. I knocked and knocked for a long time, but got no answer." Messilla stated in a lowered tone.

Ever the light sleeper, you stirred before lifting your head from the pillow. 

Upon seeing Messilla standing near your husband, you became irritated. Why was he speaking to her at such an odd hour?

"What is she doing here?" You asked despite feeling tired.

Aggravated at your inability to rest as instructed by the Healers, Ivar rolled his eyes.

"Y/N, I sent for her." He replied. "Now, lay down so you can get better."

As you rested your head on the pillow again, Messilla walked over. Strangely, despite your growing dislike of her presence, the girl was genuinely happy to see you.

"Mistress, you seem to be on the mend." She remarked - taking hold of your hand before you could react. 

"Uh.......thank you."

"Why must you make me repeat myself?” Ivar said as he looked up from his maps. “I said, go back to sleep.”

Taking hold of his crutch, he got to his feet before telling Messilla to quit disturbing you.

"Do not worry, Mistress. When you wake, I'll send word to the kitchens that you will take first meal here. Afterward, I will help with the plans for your sister's rites."

Of course. 

You had almost forgotten that you had to plan a Heathen sendoff for Lizzy. It was a nightmare and the very thought of it made you want to scream. As you stared at Ivar, you became upset when he suddenly beckoned Messilla to his side.

"I want you to come with me to the Great Hall. I'm quite hungry and do not wish to eat alone." He said to your Thrall.

Never would you have ever imagined being jealous when it came to Ivar. But, here you were. Feeling slighted at the fact he was paying another woman attention.

"Look at her. She can refuse to confirm whether or not he's bedding her. But I'm no fool." You thought as you looked at them.

"My Prince, are you certain you want to eat in the Hall?" Messilla asked thoughtfully. "I can have food brought here so you don't have to leave my Mistress's side."

"No. I prefer to eat at a proper table. Come, let us go."

With that, Ivar opened the door for her to exit. As she waited for him in the passageway, he turned to look at you one last time.

"Get some rest. I will return shortly."

Though something was pushing for you to ask him to stay, your pride and anger wouldn't allow it. So, instead of telling your husband what you really wanted, you watched him leave the chamber to spend time with Messilla.

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As Thralls hurriedly revived the torch posts that lined the pathways, Messilla and Ivar walked toward the Great Hall in silence. Unexpectedly, he spotted none other than Ubbe and Hvitserk. The two of them appeared to be in deep conversation as numerous servants trailed behind them.

From what Ivar could gather, the Thrall's were carrying large satchels full of belongings and other items. 

With a self-righteous expression, he stopped walking and leisurely rested upon his crutch. When his brothers finally took notice of his presence, Ubbe's mood quickly changed. Though no words had been exchanged, he despised the way Ivar was staring at him in victory.

"Why are you doing this?" Hvisterk asked as he rushed to his little brother. "Ubbe tells me that you have ordered him out of Kattegat. Have you forgotten that we rule as a council? You have no power to make such a decision on your own."

"Hvitty, I know you are not the smartest person, but even you cannot be so dull. You see, I know all about the plotting that was going on while I was locked away." Ivar replied confidently. "Just be grateful that I'm allowing the traitor to leave with his life."

"So, what of me then?" Hvisterk inquired. "If you know all that, then you must know that I took part in those plans. Why are you not sending me away?"

"You make a good point. Although you did go along with the treachery of our elder brothers, I don't think it was out of malice. You just don’t have a mind of your own."

As she waited, Messilla shifted around nervously - wanting nothing more than to return to her chamber. It was awkward to be present for such a tense conversation knowing it could get worse at any moment.

"Master, if it pleases you, I will go to the Great Hall and wait."

"No!" Ivar replied, taking his eyes of his brothers and looking at Messilla. "I will decide if and when you leave."

"Let her see to her duties." Hvitserk suggested. "Besides, this is none of her concern."

"She stays. Or have you forgotten that this is my home?"

Giving up on sending the young woman away, Hvitserk tried to convince Ivar to change his mind. He admitted that all he had said was true. And yes, they had wanted harsher punishment for Sigurd's death. But none of it was out of malice.

"Stop being so vengeful for a moment and think. You killed our brother." Hvitserk added. "There was a strong possibility that you were going to be imprisoned or even worse. So we had to make plans accordingly. At the end of the day, the people of Kattegat come first."

"Well done, brother." Ivar replied with a bored expression. "You almost sound like you believe your own lies. Anyway, I will not change my mind. Either he leaves as instructed or I will follow through with my threats."

Having heard enough from his little brother, Ubbe pushed Hvitserk aside. He and Ivar now eye-to-eye.

"I will go. But make no mistake, Boneless, I will return soon enough to reclaim what is mine. And on that day, let's hope you are as overconfident as you are now."

"I look forward to your pathetic return." Ivar replied with a chuckle - knowing it would get under Ubbe's skin.

As the elder Ragnarsson departed with his servants, Hvitserk could only watch in defeat. 

He was quite unhappy with the recent turn of events. Despite everything that had occurred between them, he had prayed for civility. However, it was apparent that the Ragnarssons of old, were truly no more.

"Ivar, tell the girl to go." Hvitserk finally said as he looked at his brother. "I have something important to ask."

"So? Ask it. I already told you before, she stays."

"If that is how you want it, fine. What is this Thrall to you? All you do lately is parade her around like some prize. I know it is your right to take a lover but how do you think Y/N feels?"

Ivar's back stiffened and his jaw tensed.

Though nothing was going on between them, he knew Hvitserk spoke the truth. In his efforts to trick his enemies, he had forgotten that the ploy could hurt your feelings. But then again, he wasn't sure. After all, he didn't even know if you loved him or not.

"Do not insert yourself where you don't belong, Hvitty. Y/N is my concern, not yours."

"Then act like it!" Hvisterk seethed before dropping his voice to a whisper. "She is with child and now also mourns for her sister. The least you can do is show her some respect."

"As I said, she's my concern. Now, if you don't mind, I must eat. Good evening."

With that, Ivar walked away with a distressed Messilla at his side.

__________________________

The following day, you had your bath before you were served food in your chamber.

Though you had no appetite, you forced yourself for the sake of your unborn child. As you ate, you debated whether or not to ask Messilla about Ivar. Typically, he would wake you and let you know he was about to begin his day. But recently, he was either too preoccupied or had decided to desist with the habit.

"Mistress, you should eat more of the bread." Messilla suggested as she poured some goats milk. "It will help keep all the other foods down."

You nodded and added another piece onto your platter. But though you were eating, your mind was preoccupied with many things. Just then, your mother knocked on the chamber door and announced herself.

Without being instructed, Messilla rushed straightaway to let her in.

"Y/N, I'm so glad to see you eating. Tell me, how do you feel today?" Your mother asked.

On her hip, a very cheerful Dahlia appeared to be having the time of her life. She was busily babbling away until she spotted you. Instantly, she began whining. With her plump hands extended in your direction, your daughter fidgeted in an effort to reach you.

"It's alright. You can give her to me."

"But you're not done with your food." Your mother protested.

Obliging your request anyway, she placed Dahlia in your arms. As soon as you were within grasp, your daughter embraced you and laid her head upon your shoulder. Her tiny fingernails dug into your flesh as if she never wanted to let you go.

"Just look at how she clings to you." Your mother remarked as she took a seat. "I swear, you have taken to motherhood so well." After hesitating, your mother leaned in close and whispered. "I was told that you are with child again. Is it true?"

"I am. Did Ivar tell you?"

"No. It heard it from that busybody Head Domestic of yours. Forgive me, but I just don’t like that woman."

Naturally, you didn't mind that your mother knew of your condition. However, you were not pleased that she had heard it from Adelaide. Especially since you no longer trusted the old woman. But it wasn't the most pressing issue before you at that moment. Thus, you changed the subject to Jonah.

You knew that he had gone to fetch Luke the day prior, but that was the last thing you had heard.

"Do not worry." Your mother replied. "He arrived this morning looking like he hasn’t slept in days. I sent him off to bed before taking Luke to your Wet-nurse."

"Oh, you should have brought him to me. I miss that boy."

"I didn't know you were feeling better. But we'll fetch him after we go over the plans Elizabeth's service."

With all her talk of Jonah, your mother didn't look rested herself.  The strain of your sister's death was really taking a toll on her. As you tried to think of how to tell her that a Christian burial was not possible, Dahlia began babbling again. 

When you tried move her from your shoulder, she clung to you for dear life.

"Stop that. How many times do I have to tell you to behave?" You scolded as you sat her down on your lap. Predictably, Dahlia poked her bottom lip out indicating  a tantrum was incoming. "Don't start. I'm not your father. You will sit like a good girl and allow me to eat."

Unaccustomed to discipline, your daughter's whining quickly turned to tears.

"Let me hold her, Mistress." Messilla insisted. "She is likely just tired."

You wanted to stand your ground and allow Dahlia to cry. However, there were too many things to attend to. Giving in, you handed your crying daughter over to Messilla. 

Despite your strained feelings toward the Thrall, you had to admit she was great with children. As she walked the floor with the baby, it wasn't long before the crying stopped. When you turned your attention to your mother, you noticed that she was writing something. Curious, you asked what it was.

"Some hymns. Jonah has already spoken to a Saxon Thrall who was once a man of the cloth. He said he would be more than happy to officiate the service."

You didn't have the heart to tell her the truth. 

So instead of telling her that there was to be no Christian burial, you simply nodded. After all, there was still a chance that you could change Ivar's mind.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Your mother asked, noticing that your mind had wandered.

"Of course."

One way or another, you had to make your husband see things your way. No matter what, you would not take ‘no’ for an answer.

___________________________

After your meal, you left Dahlia in Messilla's care and walked your mother to her chamber. Though she wanted to help with the funeral arrangements, you managed to convince her that you had things under control. Thankfully, she went to get some much needed rest while you busied yourself looking for Ivar.

As you crossed the pathway that led to the Gardens, you spotted Hvitserk and Ubbe. The two of them appeared to be headed toward the stables so you called out. Holding your skirts you walked to them. 

It was then you finally noticed their solemn expressions.

"What's the matter?" You asked.

"Bjorn and I are leaving today." Ubbe replied as Hvitserk folded his arms over his chest.

"I don't understand. I know Bjorn has always wanted to join his mother at their settlement but why must you accompany him? Why not just send word for Torvi to return?

"Because of Ivar." Hvitserk interrupted. "Y/N, this isn't about escorting Torvi back home. Ubbe has been ordered to leave Kattegat for good."

Your jaw dropped. 

Before you could even wrap your mind around what you had just heard, Bjorn approached. He remained silent when he arrived at your side, apparently realizing that you had been told the news.

"But, I…………….I don't understand." You sputtered in confusion. "Why would he do such a thing?"

"Does it matter?" Ubbe asked, half amused. "He wants me gone. And there is nothing more to it than that."

"But------."

"We don't have much time, Y/N. Our ship's departure was delayed but it boards soon." Bjorn said before taking your hand. "I'm only sorry that we cannot be here to help you mourn as brothers should. But know that you have our deepest condolences."

After the elder Ragnarsson was done speaking, Ubbe embraced you warmly. As you held him, you couldn't help feeling devastated. You felt as if you were constantly losing the people you cared about. Letting go, you looked at them, your heart heavy with sadness.

"Please, give my love to Torvi, Jodis and the children." You said, unsure of what to say. "I am so sorry that this is happening. I'm speechless."

"No need to apologize, sister." Ubbe replied with a weak smile. "You will always be family, regardless of what may happen in the future. Remember that."

You walked with them to the Stables. While Bjorn and Ubbe mounted their steeds, numerous questions ran through your mind. However, there was no time to ask any of them. As you and Hvitserk watched them make their way down the road, you waved goodbye one last time.

"Y/N, we need to talk." Hvitserk said, glancing at you.

"About?"

"Whether you still want to leave Kattegat or not. Ivar is becoming more paranoid and unpredictable by the day."

"Lower your voice." You commanded in a whisper. "Listen, I must focus on my sister's funeral for now. When I figure out a safe place to meet, I'll let you know."

Before you could turn to leave, Hvitserk grabbed you by the arm. He bluntly stated that he was going to leave whether your joined him or not. Adding that he knew he was living on borrowed time.

"The only reason I haven't finalized my plans yet is because of you. There is going to be a great war, Y/N. Trust me when I say there's no avoiding it. That is why I cannot leave you and Dahlia here. Kattegat will be besieged in the near future."

"You do know that I am with child again."

"What does that matter now?" Hvitserk whispered. "I don't blame you, nor do I hold it against you. All that matters is that we leave this place."

Leaving you with those final words, he mounted a nearby steed so he could see his brothers off at the docks. Truly, you were more confused than you had been in a long while. 

As you watched him in silent contemplation, you wondered why things were getting worse with the passage of time.

_______________________

After leaving the Stables, you continued your search for Ivar. Thankfully, one of the guards informed you that he had returned from an outing. However, he was now in meetings inside the Great Hall.

Determined to speak to your husband, you took a seat on a nearby bench and waited patiently. After almost an hour, Ivar finally emerged from the massive doors with some high ranking men in tow. 

Pleased to see that you were obviously feeling better, Ivar gave you a boyish grin.

"Give me a moment with my wife." He said to his companions before turning his attention to you again.

Obliging the request, the men greeted you respectfully before walking away. As you were about to speak, Ivar pulled you to your feet and held you close. He kissed your cheek and stated that he was glad to have run across you.

"I was going to send Adelaide to tell you of my plans, but now, I can tell you myself." He said. "Since King Harald plans on departing tomorrow morning, I must go and meet with our mutual friend alone. But do not worry. I will only be gone for a day."

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. But it's only a days' time."

Just as you were about to bring up the funeral, the Wet-nurse approached. 

She was carrying your nephew on her hip whilst her own son walked beside her. After formally greeting you both, the woman looked at you.

"I was taking the boys for a walk but I thought you might want to see Luke for a moment."

"Thank you." You said, taking him from her arms "You may go and do whatever you wish. I will look after him."

Grabbing hold of her son's hand, the Wet-Nurse wished you both a good day before leaving for her walk.

"He's getting so big." Ivar commented, stroking Luke's plump cheek.

The toddler took hold of his fingers, staring at them with great interest. This gave you enough time to work up some much needed courage. Clearing your throat, you managed to ask about the Christian funeral.

As expected, Ivar was livid.

"Y/N, do your ears no longer work? I have given you my decision already and I want it respected."

"But this is important to me." You insisted. "Say yes, and I swear I'll never ask for anything again."

"No!"

"Why are you stone-hearted? You have-----"

"Enough! I know you're grieving but as far as I'm concerned, this conversation is over."

Though he was still quite angry, Ivar gave you a tender kiss on the lips.

"I'll see you in a days' time." He added. "When I return, we shall have the funeral for your sister."

After kissing your forehead, he left you standing in the middle of the courtyard. You were so stunned by his stubbornness that you wanted to burst into tears. Holding Luke close to your chest, you sat on the bench again.

You felt like a total failure. 

But just when you thought you were about to lose your mind, someone familiar approached. It was almost as if God himself knew you were in need of a friend. Because the person was none other than Prince Sven.

"There you are, Princess." He said. "I have been asking of you since yesterday.

You smiled but said nothing. There were just too many things running through your mind.

"I won’t bothering you for long. After all, you must want to be alone to grieve. I just wanted to tell you that you have my deepest condolences."

"Please, don't go." You said before he could walk away. "I just………I guess I have allot on my mind."

Patient as always, the Prince allowed some time to pass before asking what the issue was.

You wanted to say it was nothing, but as you held your nephew closer, you became overwhelmed.

"Princess, do not be afraid. I know something is troubling you but you are trying to keep it to yourself. But you can trust me. Whatever it is, I will do everything to help."

You hesitated as you looked at the young Prince. He was so kind and you didn't like burdening him with your problems. However, you had no one else to confide in.

"Ivar won't allow me to give my sister a Christian funeral." You confessed. "I don't even have the courage to tell my family because I know it will devastate them."

Sven went silent as he pondered your words. Though he also had no love for the Christian faith, he didn't see the point in denying your request.

"Perhaps, I can reason with him." He suggested.

"Oh no. You don't know Ivar. That would only make him angrier than he already is."

"That is ridiculous. How can he be angry after you have suffered such a loss?"

You shrugged. But added that you were praying he might be calmer by the time he returned from his journey.

"He has traveled?"

"Yes. But I plan on asking him again, despite his warnings."

"Princess, why should you wait?" Sven asked thoughtfully as he took a seat beside you. "We can have the funeral first thing in the morning. My men can transport the body and do whatever else you require."

You were both apprehensive and happy. Did you truly have the courage to disobey Ivar? Glancing at the Prince, you wavered before asking if he really meant it.

"Of course. The grave can be dug tonight and we can all leave at first light. The rites will be completed far ahead of Ivar's return."

"You……you would truly help me in that way?"

"Of course. What's the point of having all this power if I cannot use it to help someone I consider a friend?"

You took hold of Sven's hand and squeezed it affectionately. What he was about to do would endear him in your heart forever. Pushing all fear from your mind, you agreed to the plan. The two of you then spent a few minutes going over the finer details.

"I will let Jonah know that he is to meet you on the main road at sundown. I'm sure he can show you a good spot for the grave."

"And what of the poison. Do you have it on you?" Sven whispered.

You dug into the tiny compartment of your leather belt and produced the small vial. Pretending to admire the Prince's glove, you passed it stealthily into his hand.

"Remember." He said as he got to his feet. "The meeting spot is the crossroads at first light."

"Do you need anything else from me?"

"Princess, my men will have everything under control. Besides, the less people involved the better. Just focus on being at the meeting place on time."

With that, Sven bid you a good afternoon and made his was out of the courtyard.

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Your Laughter.

Requested by Anon: Can you do a Vikings AU where Viking!Bucky gets mad when Ivar makes his fiance laugh 💗

Warnings: None

Summary: Some of the Avengers meet the Lothbrook’s meet up over dinner and during one of their small breaks from missions..

A/N: Sorry if it’s a little short, and doesn’t live up to scratch, this sort of fic is a very first for me so I am sorry. It is also Christmas Eve and getting a little late and I need sleep for tomorrow. 

I hope all of you reading this have a safe and Merry Christmas!! I’ll be taking requests starting from 26/12/2018.

Master List

It had been awhile since you had been able to go out for awhile with your fiancé Bucky and with the rest of your friends too since being engaged to Bucky and were due to being married within the next couple of weeks now.

A couple of the Avengers knew about the Lothbrooks, Thor, Clint, Natasha and Sam. A well earned break amongst you 6 was much needed and decided to meet up with the Lothbrook’s

Meeting up at a low key restaurant in town, the six of you walked through the doors and to see Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Bjorn sitting in the back right hand corner.

Everyone walked in front of you and you and Bucky were each others arms and your hand was linked with his arm and showing off the diamond ring on your ring finger.

You had knew the Lothbrook’s for a couple of years now and hung out with them whenever you could to the point the Avengers wanted to meet with them...Then when getting to the table and everyone greeting each other like old friends.

“Y/N!! So glad you could make it!” Said Ivar as you leaned down to hug each other

“I know, I had to drag myself from the wedding planning” you sighed

“I must congratulate you and Bucky on your engagement, I am so happy for you”

“thank you Ivar.” as you found your seat.

While everyone was chatting amongst themselves for a little while before they all started ordering dinner and dessert. It has been nice to get out of the Avengers compound for a couple of hours at least.

Bucky asked if you wanted to get drinks, you politely agreed, as Bucky left to get some drinks, you made conversation with Ivar, he told you a very funny story about what happened to him and Ubbe last week which did make you laugh quite a bit.

When Bucky turned around from the bar with drinks in his hand he saw that Ivar was making you laugh, when coming back from the bar with drinks in his hands.

You turned your gaze towards Bucky and noticed the expression on his face, he was mad, furious even to the point where it looked like he as going to break all of the glasses in his hands.

Then once seeing his expressions, yours quickly changed. Ivar noticed your expression rapidly changing then looking over at Bucky, then you knew what you were going to be in for when Bucky came back to the table.

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Yes, hello

Is there any fic where Ivar meets someone who seems sweet and pious but is actually manipulative into getting her way and becoming queen etc?

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