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So I’ve been gone for a little while from this account, I miss writing for Ivar but also have a surprise on the way 💙 💖

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SCREAMS INTO THE VOID.

This was amazing! Need the next chapter right now, oh my god I loved it! I hate how that door slammed too, like how dare they interrupt that magnificent scene 😭 I’m loving this tension filled relationship reader has with Ivar, i love how his anger is so accurate but he melts like chocolate around her. PLEASE UPDATE ASAP or I may just die! ♥️

Vantalaður Ást

Ivar Lothbrok x F!Reader

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

A/N: So here is the fourth chapter. Happy Monday!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, Ivar is just IVAR! I don’t think there is anything else.

Word Count: 2354

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Tagging: @ivarisms @majesticwren @acrossthesestars @a-bang-for-your-bucky @youbloodymadgenius @kaybee87 @istorkyou @smears-and-spots

You probably put far more effort into trying not to notice Ivar than normal, you stuck close to Hvitserk and he made a comment about how you were everywhere at once. You laughed a little too hard at something Kat said to the point where she helplessly looked at Björn and all he could do was shrug. When you took the time to look at Ivar he was sulking, his eyes on the floor and he snapped or huffed at anyone that dared address him.

All of you were getting in your big coats and hats, gloves were being passed down the line and finally you were all outside. Ivar instantly went behind the house without a word and your heart dropped a little that he wasn’t coming with the group into town. Walking down the slope Björn and Ubbe were dragging Kat with them making her slide down making the fresh snow part in grooves. This isn’t what you wanted to be doing and your feet stopped walking. Hvitserk turned when he realised his shadow wasn’t following him anymore, shielding his eyes against the brightness of the sun and snow he looked up at you.

“Forgotten something?” He asked.

“Something like that.” A slow smile crept across his face and you felt like punching him, albeit affectionately. “You know,” you said simply and he nodded.

“Go, I’ll cover with the others.”

“Thanks Hvitserk.” You went to head back up the slope when he called your name.

“Remember, his bark is worse than his bite regarding you anyway. He’ll be at the back.” You waved at him, digging your feet into the crunchy snow and made your way back to the house.

Ivar’s footprints were unique, more like drag marks because he couldn’t lift his feet as much as his brothers and the snow was deep round here. You followed the marks, walking through the garden and pushing through the snow covered bushes which showered you in a light dusting of the white stuff.

The scene that was exposed to you was exquisite. The ground dropped sharply away and all you could see was the town sprawled out below you, every roof laden with snow, the yellow lights starting to come on as thick clouds filled the sky and creating a false darkness and the promise of more snow. Ivar was sitting on a log, his hands resting on his cane, legs stretched out before him. You could see the hair you’d braided just this morning protruding from under the fluff of his hat. His coat was huge, it had a silver trim of thick fur that ruffled in the slight breeze and you couldn’t help but think he looked like an absolute king, gazing down at his kingdom.

You tried to approach quietly but the snow made that impossible, alerting him to your presence with each shuddering crunch of your boots. You dithered for a split second, choosing to sit on the log beside him, putting your gloved hands between your legs and just joining him in his silence. You looked up at the clouds, loving the way they were completely flat at the bottom but rose high into the sky like a fluffy fleece blanket. It felt like you could just reach out and grab them, feeling their softness under your fingers and you got lost in the daydream as the temperature dropped a little. Ivar just sat there, he didn’t move or acknowledge you were there at all. His sky blue eyes were narrowed slightly as he surveyed the landscape, his face tipped up to bask in the dying sunlight.

You felt the need to say something, looking at him but all words fled at the sight of his face and you went back to staring at the scenery, only now you couldn’t see any of it. Gritting your teeth together attempting to hold back everything inside as you sat there just waiting for the right words to come to your mind, but nothing happened and to your relief Ivar finally moved.

“What are you doing elskan mín?” You recognised the aggravated tone instantly even if you didn’t know what he’d called you, he was pissed and you couldn’t blame him.

“Well I’m sitting here enjoying the view. What are you doing?” He sighed heavily, bowing his head, pulling his lips tightly against his teeth and he tried to not explode right now. He got up, grunting a little at the effort and you allowed yourself to watch his back as he settled on his cane. “Ivar we should talk.”

“You've made it perfectly clear you don’t want to talk to me,” he bit at you, each word emphasised in his accent.

“I’m here now aren’t I?” He started to walk, his shoulders slanted as he leaned heavily on the spiked cane. “Ivar don’t walk away from me.”

“Why not? It’s all you’ve done to me and I am just returning the favour,” he called over his shoulder. You sighed with a little growl, already feeling your anger building. You stood up and went to join him, slowing your pace to match his.

“Look I’m sorry…” you started but he cut across you.

“It’s too late.” Your temper flared at the way he refused to even allow you to speak.

“No it’s not! How can it be too late when we haven't actually said a word about…”

“It’s too late!” He roared suddenly. His entire body went rigid with the force of his deep shout and his eyes blazed brightly reflecting the emotion he felt. The gravelly tone of his voice created a heat inside you, one that came from pure white hot anger and the words you finally wanted to shout at him filled your mouth. But you held back, you knew why he was reacting like this, it was no good feeding his anger with more anger or neither of you would come back from this. You let him move off again, disappearing from view as he headed to the house. You turned away, hating that the tears chose to come now and you also knew you couldn’t leave it like this but he needed to cool down.

You waited an hour before reentering the house, slipping just inside the front door as you listened out for anyone else. Your shoulders slumped slightly in relief when you heard the deep bass coming from Ivar’s room and no other noises. As you shed your coat you recognised the tune coming from upstairs and found yourself moving to the beat. Psycho by Muse was one of your favourite songs so you danced your way up the stairs singing softly until your favourite line “a fucking psycho” which you belted out loudly. Now you were just outside his door singing, not caring if he heard you.

“I am in control motherfucker do you understand?” You shouted when his door flew open. Ivar stood there scowling so hard his brow almost covered his bright eyes and you carried on dancing on the landing.

“I am going to make you, I am going to break you….” You trailed off but the song carried on filling the space between you. “I didn’t want Sigurd to be right,” you said but the music drowned out your voice and he tilted his head in annoyance. You repeated yourself, not raising your voice because you wanted him to listen to you and it was working. He turned away, jamming his tongue between his bottom lip and top teeth in pure frustration. The music stopped but he stayed slightly turned away from you, this was clearly the best you were going to get from him. “I didn’t want Sigurd to be right.” His face screwed up, tilting his head back he let loose a little sigh.

“Sigurd is never right. Anyway, what are you listening to him for, hmm?” He gestured with his free hand and carried on speaking. “Why does he have the ability to say something and it makes people act like idiots?” His hand splayed out before his face expressing that words had failed him. “I don’t understand,” he finally said.

“Do you know where Sigurd went?” Ivar rolled his eyes and moved away from the door to sit back on his bed.

“Who fucking cares? I hope he rots in whatever hole he crawled into.”

“You can’t say that about your brother,” you told him, closing the door after you stepped into his bedroom.

“I can say whatever I like about him!” He retaliated, his voice raising slightly. “The things he said about you were disgusting yet here you are—” he looked you up and down, almost scornfully as he spoke. “—standing up for him.”

“I’m not, I agree with you, but he is still your brother.”

“Why do you bother, huh? You work so hard to try and keep us all together and yet all my brothers do is upset you.” You smiled, loving the way he shifted the blame onto everyone else but him. Sitting in the chair you pulled a leg up, using your other foot to swivel it slightly.

“All of you are all I have. You’re my family I guess. Hvitserk knows, Ubbe and Björn…but you never showed an interest in me Ivar. So why now?” He grinned slightly, falling back onto his bed.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to play games, Ivar,” you huffed. He was being difficult on purpose, but he’d also allowed you into his room without any fuss at all which was unheard of.

“Does it matter?” He muttered.

“Of course it matters.” The chair creaked slightly as you moved. Getting up you went and laid next to him on the bed, staring at the ceiling just like he was. He glanced at you while you studied the light fixture, clearly trying to figure out what you were doing.

Lacing your hands together across your stomach you waited, counting each pound of your heart until he finally shifted and you turned your head to look at him. He lay on his side facing you, propping his head up on his arm, his elbow leaning on the bed.

You took this moment to study him, slowly drifting your eyes over the ridges in his hair that you had made, the way his mouth was just the perfect shape when he wasn’t sneering or baring his teeth at someone. His eyes were blue, sometimes they were icy and bright other times they reflected the sky, his eyes were the most captivating out of the brothers. Holding so much expression and emotion, if you wanted to know how Ivar was really feeling look at his eyes. Your gaze travelled down his jawline seeing the little rough graze of stubble that had started to grow. Looking back up you saw Ivar was giving you the same treatment, his eyes wide as he studied you, a sense of nervousness settled on you both. Almost an air of expectation and your mind went back to the kiss from earlier. It had been so unforeseen and yet it had opened that door on yourself that you kept very very closed.

Your toes curled when you carefully tipped onto your side, drawing you closer to Ivar so you could feel his body heat. You matched his position, resting your head on your hand and laying your other arm along your body. Leaning towards him, his eyes seemed to get wider and you paused, nudging his nose with yours as though waiting for him to let you know this was what he wanted.

His touch was delicate, his fingertips barely ghosting over your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He was always so warm, his hand almost burning an imprint on the side of your face. His fingers twitched, curling round the back of your head and you closed your eyes just as his lips met yours. You shuffled your body into him, needing to feel him against you as the kiss deepened. Your hand moved to touch his face, rolling your body to get even closer when his tongue slipped inside your mouth.

You were putty in his hands, melting into him until it felt like you were melded together. Your hand moved up his chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles under the thin material of his t-shirt, moving higher to dance over the stubble that marked his chin and cheek. You exhaled abruptly when he rolled you onto your back, his body a comforting weight over you. Both his hands now gripped your face, his plush lips covering yours in almost desperation. Your hands worked their way to his shoulders, dragging the nails down only to feel him flex beneath your touch, a deep rumbling groan working it’s way out of his chest.

“Do that again elskan,” he whispered against your mouth but this time you lifted his shirt up. Feeling his bare back had your breath catching in your throat as you slowly and forcefully dragged your nails down the taut muscles either side of his spine. His mouth opened in ecstasy, his hands holding your face tighter so he could rest his forehead against yours. His whole body rocked into you, another noise vibrated from him that had you tensing beneath him. Carefully you moved your legs either side of his hips, inhaling at the feel of him pressing into you as he ravaged your mouth. The kiss was needy, like he’d been starved of tasting you his entire life and he now couldn’t get enough.

The front door slamming open downstairs had you breaking apart and staring at each other in shock. He rolled off you in a smooth movement, sitting up and grabbing his cane. You moved a bit slower, hating whoever had come home. Catching a look at yourself in the mirror you rearranged your clothing slightly before straightening Ivar’s shirt. He didn’t say a word, his breath coming in quiet shallow puffs as his blue eyes watched your face closely.

“We best go see who came home,” you whispered and he nodded once.

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 ❛ The Viking & The Dragon … ❜

IVAR X DAENERYS 

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Cliff edges by Slains Castle near my house, yes this castle did inspire Bram Stoker’s Dracula — its all ruins now but part of the history.

Also this is just off a town called Cruden Bay which translates from Old Scots into ‘slaughter of the Danes’ as Vikings were known to sail to these parts of Scotland for raids. Interesting, I wish more Vikings would come but for smooches instead 😂

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The sun is already setting and it’s not even 4pm yet, that orange hue is pretty.

Also hello North Sea, wish I could sail across to Norway.

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Mad Christian preacher in town today, always trying to shove God down our throats 🙄

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How Ivar shows affection:

Ivar enjoys watching you. He has always been very observant with everyone around him, it became a defence mechanism over the years in learning people’s mannerisms/habits and turning them into weaknesses. But with you, he likes learning the ways in how your body moves. He enjoys dragging his eyes over your curves, he likes the way your hair flows in the wind, he likes sitting back and watching you learn how to fight in the mud with other shield maidens. He likes how feisty you are. Ivar lights up when you laugh and smile, but never with other men.

He enjoys holding your hand, playing with your fingers and kissing your knuckles. Your hands are much softer than his and touch is new to him, so sometimes he will just subconsciously take your hand in his lap and hold it while you are sat next to him. He enjoys tracing the lines in your palms, it is what his mother Aslaug did with him when he was a child.

Ivar enjoys talking to you about his plans for the future, because to him you are a central part of his plan. He discusses the idea of children and he talks about his father Ragnar, his brothers, his mother, Floki — when he is with you he feels free to be open and honest. He never shies away from the ugly conversations either, with you he talks battle strategies and let’s you in on his plans because he trusts you enough never to betray him. Talking about everything with you is his love language, just as it is yours.

Ivar makes sure you have everything you could wish for under his rule. Beautifully crafted dresses, jewellery, gold, silver, perfumed oils from raids across England and other places. The best foods, the best ale, the best servants. He likes to provide for you, and giving you everything he can cements how deeply he cares for you. You don’t care too much about endless amounts of possessions, but you know this is how he shows he loves you and so you never complain.

Ivar has always slept alone as a man, you are the first woman he has invited into his bed in Kattegat. Ivar is most comfortable sleeping on his back, propped up by pillows but always without fail spoons you from behind when it’s time to sleep and wraps a secure arm around your waist, tugging you into his firm chest. He dips his face into the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent, his fingers gently stroking at your bare arms or belly. He loves to touch you, he loves the intimacy of being alone with you, away from the noise of the world. Ivar snores in his sleep, and sometimes mumbles things out loud. Sometimes he will say your name.

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That time i got mad queen dany and drogon tatted on me! 🐉

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me with every villain I shouldn’t love but do

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She’s disliked in general because she was written so poorly. I’ve read the replies to this and agree that Michael Hirst couldn’t write a female character to save his life other than Lagertha. The thing with Freydis is, we know nothing about her. Absolutely zero information other than the fact that she was a slave who ranted on about Gods every time we seen her on screen. She never attempted to get to know Ivar, and Ivar never attempted to get to know her. There were no scenes with them bonding over anything else other than the Gods.

If we had backstory, depth to her character and more than “you’re a god ivar” every two seconds then maybe fans would have cared about her more. But meh — she was boring and it got old fast. Everyone knew she was going to betray him even before Baldur, it was predictable because once again the writing was lukewarm.

That being said though, she had every right to betray Ivar for killing her baby. She could have killed him in his sleep like the premonition he had with Margarethe which again was sloppy, because he’s right there in bed next to her. If she wanted him dead, then she had ample opportunity to do it and escape through the secret door and go join Björn. Obviously I know they weren’t going to take Ivar out like that, but it would have been realistic.

I also don’t think Ivar killed Baldur maliciously, I think in his mind he was being merciful in sparing the child from the torture he had to go through. I’m not saying he’s right, I’m just looking at this through his perspective. It paralleled Ragnar’s moment with Ivar as a baby heavily. Ragnar couldn’t kill Ivar because he wanted to give him a chance, Ivar killed Baldur because he knew how it felt to be crippled in a Viking world and couldn’t allow himself to let the baby experience it. But again it was his own selfish reasons that made him do that, and he did it behind her back and never actually took responsibility for it because he didn’t want her to see him as a villain. She was the only one who put him on a pedestal, he didn’t want her to see him as anything else.

Now. I do disagree with some people saying Freydis never loved Ivar, because in my opinion from what we saw I do think there was part of her that loved him. From my perspective, she created this warped fantasy in her head that she was going to get a happily ever after with Ivar and thought she had cracked it in getting pregnant with the other slave. I think she even convinced herself that it was Ivar’s son. She obviously wanted that family with him, but the whole thing was built on lies and deceit so it was destined to burn.

Freydis just seemed like a quickly thought up character to build up Ivar’s insanity, then also add layers of grief and depth to him. She was never her own character which is a shame. I think if written right, she could have been fantastic.

Freydis v.s Ivar

So yeah, a little rant/ word blurt about Freydis. I’ve seen her getting a lot of hate over tumblr/youtube ect. She’s disliked in general. I’ve seen comments under youtube video’s of Ivar x Freydis that she deserved ‘it’ for being so manipulative. First off, what is ‘it’? For the record, at first Ivar wanted to sacrifice her to the Gods. Second, he MURDERED their child. HER child. As a mother, I can tell you, I’d do everything within my power to absolutely destroy him. Third, he became abusive. He beat her. She was a slave. As I see it she did what she did to survive in a world where bad men rule. So, yes, she was manipulating Ivar. But GOSH, newsflash, didn’t Ivar do the same? I am all #teamIvar, but let’s just objectively put him under a microscope. He murdered a child when he was young, he allowed at least two Christian children to be burned alive. He murdered his brother. He murdered his own people. He murdered his own child. He abused his wife.  So yes, Freydis stabbed him in the back and oh poor baby, hurt his feelings. But had the tv show been in Freydis POV I bet everyone would be cheering at the end of season six; because one abusive child murderer died. I’d love to read more fic that put Freydis in a different light. Not just this one dimensional blonde who happened to wrap poor Ivar around her finger. Because, once again, as I see it, she was a powerless slave who did what she had to do in order to survive and make her own life less than a hell. #girlpower

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OMG.

The way he touched her cheek just… amazing as always and the KISS. Don’t get me started, I could literally write an essay about how much I loved this chapter. Reader can try and run from her feelings, such a shame she’s stuck in a cabin and can’t do anything about it. 😏 Björn and his girlfriend are cute as hell too, I’m really enjoying the scenes you are creating with them two. How reader did Ivar’s hair too, and the whole drunken moment. Just everything ugh, I am deceased. I can’t wait for more.

Vantalaður Ást

Ivar Lothbrok x F!Reader

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

A/N: So I’ve decided to make Mondays my posting day. Not sure how long this fic is going to run on for, it just keeps coming 😅 fic is NSFW 18+ Minors DNI.

Warnings: Alcohol, drunkness, we hate Sigurd in this house. Ivar needs a warning for being Ivar 👀 because the man be fine as heck

Word Count: 2963

Tagging: @ivarisms @majesticwren @acrossthesestars @a-bang-for-your-bucky @youbloodymadgenius @kaybee87

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

“Are you alright?” Kat had snuck up the stairs and was peering into your room. “Sorry I got involved but I didn’t want Sigurd to get away with what he said to you.”

“That’s ok, your input made them believe Ivar for sure.” She sighed slightly.

“Siblings bicker, but these guys are on another level.” You both paused when the front door slammed shut and you grimaced.

“That’s probably Sigurd, or Björn has gone to cool off in the snow,” you muttered falling back onto the bed.

“Look what I grabbed though,” Kat finally revealed what she was holding and you smiled into your hands.

“Oh god no, have you had this stuff before?” You asked. “It’s like poison!” Shaking her head she shut your door and sat down on your bed. “Did you bring glasses?” She frowned, popping the cork from the top.

“You don’t know me very well if you think I need a glass.”

“No, you don’t know this drink if you think it doesn’t need a glass!”

The next couple of hours passed in a blur spent listening to music and finishing off the bottle that you passed between you both.

“I wonder what the boys are doing?” You asked. You were laying on the floor, your legs resting up on the bed and you were staring at the snow as it drifted in the darkness outside but your window was upside down. Kat was leaning over the edge of your bed looking down at you until she rolled over, holding her fingers up to the ceiling.

“I have…so many fingers,” she commented. “I’m sure that’s too many.” A knock at the door drew both your attention and Björn popped his head round.

“Björn!!” You shouted, a wide smile splitting your face. Your legs dropped off the bed with an “oof”. “I can’t…get up.”

“Gods ástvinur. Did you both finish this whole bottle?” He asked in shock, nudging it with his foot. Kat started giggling and you joined in at the smile he tried to hide from you both. “You,” he demanded, pointing at Kat. “Bed.” She couldn’t get off the bed quick enough but her limbs wouldn’t obey and she ended up on a heap on the floor. Björn took pity on her and fireman lifted her over his shoulder with ease. She was yelling and laughing at the same time but he paused and looked down at you. “Ok?”

“I am ok, because apparently I am the whore for the Lothbroks,” you slurred and he frowned.

“You want me to get Hvitserk…?”

“Didn’t you hear? My only choices are Hvitserk or Ubbe,” you whispered from the floor. Björn sighed slightly, rubbing his free hand over his face.

“Ignore Sigurd. He’s gone anyway, don’t care where. He had no right to speak to you like that.”

“It’s fine, I’m a part of the fighting, now I’m really family!” You snorted in an undignified manner, resting your hand on your stomach and staring back up at the ceiling. “Go to bed Björn. I’ll be fine.”

You weren’t sure how long you lay there, you probably dozed because the sky outside was getting lighter in colour and your body was aching from being on the floor. Your need for water made you move and you clumsily made your way downstairs while trying to be as quiet as possible. The light in the kitchen was blinding, your eyes taking time to adjust and you groaned slightly wishing you’d never drunk so damn much. A packet of painkillers on the side caught your attention and you sent a silent thank you to Hvitserk, always looking out for you. Downing them with water you shivered, the cold floor leaching through your thin socks made you head into the living room where the fire was just glowing embers but still creating some decent heat. Flopping down onto the floor you sighed, holding your head in your hands as the tears finally came. You had hoped this trip would go without a hitch but this had been the worst one so far. Usually the fighting happened the next day when being altogether was starting to grate on the brothers and they all just drifted off to do their own thing. You couldn’t help but feel responsible for this most recent blow up, maybe you shouldn’t have come but they were all you had. Spending at least half your life with them meant you were ingrained in their lives as much as they were in yours, and Hvitserk was your best friend.

You turned abruptly at a noise only to see two icy blue eyes staring at you from the sofa. You had no idea he was there thinking you were alone. Slowly Ivar moved, never breaking eye contact as he sat up slowly, the cream blanket fell away to reveal his chest was bare and your eyes were drawn to the tattoos that marked his skin. His hair fell around his face falling across his shoulders, his necklace shifted and settled in the middle of his chest. Neither of you spoke, your chest began to ache because you’d forgotten to breathe as you watched his expression soften the longer he looked at you.

“Why are you crying?” He asked. Your chest released at the sound of his soft voice and you hiccuped a little.

“Everyone falling out, I feel like it’s my fault.” To your surprise he crawled off the sofa and came to a stop next to you. You turned away to concentrate on the fire as he got himself comfortable, dragging his legs into position. You couldn’t help but look at him out of the corner of your eye, seeing his arm muscles and chest flex with his movement making goosebumps erupt up your arms that had nothing to do with the temperature.

“My brothers fight. You know this.” You nodded, not even trusting yourself to speak, what was wrong with you? Maybe it was because you’d never seen Ivar this bare before, or really spoken to him in a one on one capacity. He always chose to engage with you while the others were there and generally it had never been pleasant. “Also Sigurd was out of order.” You raised an eyebrow, you had to agree with him there. The penultimate brother had forever blown hot and cold with you but this was extreme even for him. “He wants to fuck you.”

“Ivar!” You managed to choke out turning to face him in the dying firelight. His gaze quickly flickered over your face before settling on the mark on your cheek, you flinched slightly when he reached for it but you didn’t move away. His fingertips were gentle as he delicately brushed your cheek creating a heat to blossom and flare under your skin.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” you breathed in reply. Your entire body was frozen, all you could see were his blue eyes boring into yours as he leaned into your space, his hand still on your cheek. Your eyelashes fluttered when his warm breath whispered over your skin, was he going to kiss you? The idea made your heart skip a beat and you softly bit your bottom lip in anticipation.

A door slammed upstairs and you jerked back, scrambling to get up, your hands nervously tugging on the hem of your top as you backed away. Ivar leaned heavily on his right hand, his left falling uselessly into his lap as he watched you retreat. The wall collided with your back making you jump in surprise, finally breaking eye contact with him, you left the room. Footsteps were coming down the stairs and your brain almost shattered with nervousness so you did the only thing that made sense to you and dive outside.

It was freezing, this was a really stupid idea, your feet were instantly wet in the snow, your arms doing nothing to warm your shivering body and your breath rose like a large cloud in the morning sunshine.

“Sæta! Why are you out here with nothing on!” Hvitserk wrapped you in a coat and heaved you off your feet and back into the kitchen, placing your shivering self on a stool. You saw the look of concern on Ivar’s face, the way his brow pulled down slightly had your heart fluttering. At least he had a top on now covering those tattoos that you desperately wanted to trace with your fingers. “What happened?” Hvitserk demanded. Ivar said something in their native language, his lips curling as he scowled. He refused to look at you, looking down at the floor before leaving the room, leaning on his cane as he did, dragging his left foot a little and you wanted to call out, ask him to stay, that you just panicked and it wasn't his fault. But then he was gone and your teeth were still chattering as Hvitserk rubbed his arms up and down yours. Without a word he scooped you up, carrying you into the living room and resting you on the sofa. He poked the fire, producing some sparks and adding another log, next he turned and ripped your wet socks off.

“Why did you do that?” He asked softly, wrapping the blanket that smelled like Ivar around you and tucking it up near your shoulders. Snuggling down you breathed deeply, closing your eyes for a moment just to bask and imagine it was Ivar fussing over you rather than his brother. “Huh?”

“I wanted to try and sober up,” you lied. He smiled, settling on the floor next to you hugging his legs to him as he faced you.

“It did sound like you had a good night last night. You like Björn’s girlfriend?”

“Yeah I do. This is the most time I’ve spent with her and I hope she lasts.”

“He has a ring.” Your eyes widened in shock.

“What?”

“Yeah, only me and Ubbe know, and now you because we might need you to distract her while he sorts everything out,” Hvitserk divulged.

“That’s why he brought her here,” you whispered. “He’s never brought a girlfriend up here before. She’s special.” The log caught fire, the flames roaring and finally the wave of heat reached you, letting the noise of the soft cracks and pops relax you until Hvitserk broke your reverie.

“Are you hungry?”

“I could eat some toast,” you confessed. You didn’t want to move from the warmth and smell of Ivar so you were secretly pleased when Hvitserk told you to stay put.

Next to surface from his bed, was Björn, he stood in the living room in just his joggers, stretching his arms up to the ceiling and showing you his own tattoos but…you weren’t interested in them like you were Ivar’s.

“You ok this morning?” He asked gruffly, leaning on the back of the sofa.

“Yes I am, how’s Kat?” You asked with a sly smile and Björn shook his finger at you.

“Hvitserk told you!”

“He did, but I also know you! Did you really think bringing her wouldn’t set off my suspicions?” You told him.

“I expected you to say something sooner,” he responded, resting a large hand on your head. “Will you help me?”

“Of course. You didn’t even have to ask.” He kissed the top of your head, then straightened up to join Hvitserk in the kitchen. Ubbe joined them and eventually they were all sitting around you laughing and joking while eating their breakfast. You sipped your coffee just letting their banter wash over you, enjoying the rich company they offered.

“Did you say we were going out today Björn?” Ubbe pointedly asked as he collected the empty plates.

“I should go and wake Kat up,” he said, pushing on his thighs as he stood. Hvitserk groaned and Ubbe rolled his eyes.

“I’ve got time for a really long shower then!” You exclaimed with a wide grin.

“You!” Roared Björn, his hands tickling your side making you half scream and roll off the sofa to race up the stairs, finding safety in your room. “You’re lucky I’ve got other things on my mind,” Björn joked as he went past.

“Go get her big man!” You called leaning out of your doorway. You looked across the hall to see Ivar’s door was open, feeling bold, you quietly padded over and pushed it open. He instantly looked up, the frown on his face and possible rebuke that sat on his tongue melted away when he saw it was you.

“What do you want?” He snapped but it didn’t hold his usual dismissive tone. Without a word you grabbed his brush, just concentrating on your hands as you swept it through his soft hair. His scalp was warm under your fingertips you noticed, scooping a tiny bit of his gel you began to twist the first very front section. You had been mucking about with Hvitserk’s hair for years, even Ubbe had let you have a go before he let his grow into the long dreads he had now and your fingers moved with practised precision.

Neither of you said a word which was just as well because your heart was in your throat. It felt like your pulse was throbbing on the roof of your mouth as you pressed your tongue against it, trying to swallow your nerves down. He handed you a clear elastic tie and you needlessly noticed how warm and smooth his fingers were as you took it from him. Moving onto the next section you finally got the courage to look in his mirror, his eyes were watching every move you made. His expression, usually so closed off or angry, was shining with an innocence you never knew he possessed. His wide eyes darted everywhere but your face when he handed you another tie over his shoulder. The next section you made slightly smaller, tugging his hair so it sat properly which pulled a soft moan from him. You paused, worried if you hurt him but he just coughed, his hands fiddling with another tie as he waited for you to finish that section.

He was getting increasingly agitated in his seat but now you'd started he couldn’t very well kick you out halfway through. Moving to the other side of his head you made the sections matching sizes, getting lost in the rhythm of gelling, twisting and adding the hair until you needed to tie it off. You could see his hand rubbing down his thigh and you wondered if he was just uncomfortable.

“I’m nearly done,” you murmured. Your voice sounded so loud in the quiet of the room as you gathered the loose ends and began to braid them, tying them off at each individual end you finally gathered them all up in your hand and tied them all together. You stepped back to admire your handy work, feeling pleased with the end result.

Ivar reached for his cane, heaving himself out of the chair until he was standing before you. His expression was blank, you really had no idea what he was going to say next and you were about to apologise and offer to take it out when he moved. His right hand came up swiftly and cupped your cheek, pulling you towards him. His lips collided roughly with yours and you melted at his touch, leaning slightly into him as you accepted the kiss. He hummed against you, his fingers sliding down to your neck and his thumb pressed into the softness under your chin. You inhaled him through your nose, taking his scent deeply into your lungs, a gentle groan leaving you. His lips left yours for a moment, tilting his head to the other side he watched your expression and the way you sucked your lips into your mouth before coming back for another kiss. This one was softer, more teasing as he made it obvious he wanted to explore the inside of your mouth but a noise from downstairs made all the hairs stand up on your body.

Turning in blind panic you left his room slamming the door behind you and rushing over the landing to your room. You didn’t stop until you were in the shower where you replayed the kiss over and over again. You trailed your fingers over the part of your neck that he had touched and it still felt like his fingers were on your skin. Ubbe’s comment from yesterday about how he thought Ivar liked you and that’s why he was horrible to you was loud and ringing in your thoughts. It was such a childish thing, you were all adults now but if he’d been harbouring this for years then maybe he just never knew how to get out of that behaviour pattern. While you pulled your clothes on you heard his bedroom door open, pausing as you listened to him walk past and begin to head down the stairs. Your heart was thundering inside you, battering against your ribs but nothing you did could calm it down. Holding onto the handle of your own bedroom door you tried to breathe deeply.

“Ah fuck it,” you whispered to yourself. Your nerves were shot, you could feel your palms sweating more and more with each step. You just didn’t want Sigurd to be right about you, that all this time you’d been hanging around because you wanted to sleep with one of the brothers. It weighed on you, maybe that’s why you just blocked away any feelings you had for Ivar and him being mean to you just made it easy. But he stuck up for you, he was nice to you, he kissed you. What the hell did you do now?

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Title: Love Me, Love You

Summary: You are Ivar's wife and it is the first night you share his bed with him.

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x You (Dany)

Ratings: Just smut really and that's that, mature themes.

A/N: A little reimagination of the Ivar x Freydis bed scene, except it's you who is with Ivar and not her.

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“Stop. You know I can’t.” Ivar rumbled softly against your lips as he gripped your hand with calloused fingers, gently curling them around your palm to prevent you from slipping it beneath his breeches. He clinched his jaw uncomfortably and turned his face away from you, preventing you from seeing the sudden pang of shame that washed through him but you felt the way he tensed.

Of course, you knew about the rumours that had spread throughout Kattegat about Ivar’s impotence within the bed chamber, but you refused to believe a word that spilled from the mouth of Margarethe. She was not to be trusted and her only goal had only ever been to marry Ubbe for she truly believed he was to be the next King of Kattegat, it was the only reason why she had humiliated Ivar and tossed him aside as if he would only ever be a cripple – not knowing that the same cripple would not only be crowned King but be even more famous than his own father Ragnar Lothbrok.

“No, I don’t know that.” You lifted a hand and cupped his strong jaw, fresh stubble grazing your fingers as you pulled him around to look at you again but instead his eyes wandered to the ceiling. He did not want to hear that he was wrong, because in his mind he was always right and for the most part he was, but not this time. “What I do know is that I love you Ivar, and I hope in my heart that you love me the same.”

He glared back at you then, piercing blue eyes seeming to reach deep within you to snatch your soul for his own taking. Even in these intimate moments with him, he was still unpredictable and for a second you believed he was about to get up and leave you there.

“Of course, I love you.” He said.

“Then trust me enough to show you how it is to be loved.”

“Dany…” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Ivar.” You challenged and leaned in to press a kiss against his mouth, your lips hovering against his. “You told me the one thing you want from this world is a child, a son to call your own and believe me when I say I will give you that.” You whispered, feeling a small victory swell within you as his grip on your hand preventing you from touching him loosened.

“And what if you can’t, hm?” He accused, anger beginning to rise within his tone again. “What if I am just too broken to become a father, will you run to my brothers just like all the others do? Understand that I will kill you before I allow that to happen, my love.”

You smirked back at him, enjoying the possessiveness he so desperately had over you and the truth was that you would gladly die for him if that is what he willed, but there was only one Son of Ragnar that you wanted and you would have him before the sunrise.

“I count on it, my King.” You lapped at his lips with your tongue in the same moment you slipped your hand beneath his breeches, fingertips trailing through the dark hair of his lower abdomen before you finally grasped at his flaccid cock.

His brow furrowed and he let out a deep hot breath against your mouth as you began to gently stroke at his soft flesh, and with a few precise tugs you felt his cock throb within your palm. He leaned back against the headboard then and rolled his head back at the new sensation that ignited every fibre of his being.

“Do you want me to stop?” You teased, feeling him harden more and more with your touch.

“No.” He breathed and looked back at you, his eyes now hooded in the dim light of his bed chamber as you kissed your way down the solid plains of his tattooed chest. Shifting your body in a position where you were now laying down beside his legs, careful not to lean on them in the process, you pulled your hand free and looked up at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stop, my King?” You smiled sweetly, but it seemed your dear Ivar was not in the mood to lose your touch after just discovering it.

He pulled at the fabric of his breeches and grunted as he used his upper strength to pull the material down his thighs just enough to allow his now hard cock spring free. He seemed as surprised to see the evidence of his own arousal as you did, and you licked at your lips which only aroused him further.

“Come here.” He rasped, sitting forward to grab your throat in his hand, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to make you moan out loud. A wave of pleasure spread through your belly, and you could feel that you were soaked as your juices coated the inside of your thighs.

You wanted to suck on his cock, you wanted to taste the pre-cum that coated the thick engorged head and swallow it down hungrily but Ivar had other plans. You couldn’t blame him for wanting to be inside you after years of believing he could not pleasure a woman, and you didn’t mind as he pulled you up until you were straddling him.

“What did I tell you?” You breathed, smirking at him as he wrapped strong arms around your waist and squeezed you into him. You rocked your hips against his and he groaned into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your warm skin as his cock brushed against your soaked cunt. “Oh, Ivar…”

He breathed against your skin, knocking his forehead against your collarbone as he yanked up the material of your dress, bunching it in his palms until your thighs were bare.

You spread your legs impossibly wider and raised yourself up before sinking down, a whine escaping you as he stretched you open. It was a delicious burn, his girth almost too much for you to take in as you sank down inch by inch until you were fully seated upon his thighs.

He leaned back then and twisted his hand in your hair, holding you firmly. It was his turn to look at you, his eyes pinned on your face as you winced in pleasure. Not much words were exchanged as you both relished in the moment, the sloppy wet sounds of you riding him filled the chamber along with your moans and his hot laboured breaths.

It wasn’t long before he began to lose control and you knew he was close.

He let out a breathy groan, a sound that you had never heard from him before and it was enough to make you come undone above him.

“Oh, oh, oh!” You arched your back and let your head roll back, the ends of your long hair brushing back against his slick thighs as an orgasm ripped through you with enough intensity to make you shudder in his lap.

Ivar clutched at your sweat laden hips, following immediately after in his release as he gripped you so hard that he would surely leave bruises behind. His lips curled into a snarl of pleasure as his cock pulsated within you, his seed spilling deep and hot as he filled you with everything he had to offer. Your breaths were quick and desperate while you continued to ride him, your movements becoming clumsy as your body became almost too rubbery to move in a steady rhythm.

You had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and Ivar was lost in a daze as he watched you lose yourself in the moment of it all. His eyes were hooded and almost black in the dim candlelight that flickered within his bed chamber, his focus entirely on the sweet moans he elicited from you that echoed throughout the great hall. He would not have been surprised if the entirety of Kattegat had heard you whine and cry for him and in truth he wanted nothing more than that, he hoped Hvitserk and Ubbe were behind the door, secretly watching as you took his cock like the good girl you were.

He hissed out and grunted as his cock began to soften, sensitive now from your tight walls but he continued to thrust up in time with your erratic movements until you finally fell forward against his chest in an exhausted heap. Your bodies were a mixture of sweat, semen and the wet of your own arousal. The air was thick with it, a scent that you were already addicted to.

“You were right.” Ivar mumbled lazily after a moment where you both regained your breath, an arrogant smile finding his lips as he stroked a calloused hand down the curve of your spine. “Oh my love, I think I have found Valhalla right between those pretty thighs of yours.” He squeezed your ass in his palm and dipped his fingers down through your crack and to your sensitive pussy where he rubbed circles into the wet, sticky mess he had left behind.

You smiled against his solid tattooed chest, all teeth and chuckles before you lifted your face just enough to look at him through messy locks of hair. “I am always right, you know this.”

Ivar smiled and pressed a kiss against your mouth, and then another and then one more for good measure. “I hope that soon you will grow nice and round with my child, it is all I want now that I am King.”

“You will have your son, Ivar.” You let your head rest against his chest again and smiled to yourself as he began to play with your hair, his heart thudding strongly against your ear. “And who will question you then, hm?”

“No one.” He murmured.

“No one.” You agreed.

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"No more mistakes. Hmm?" - Ivar the Boneless, Vikings

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been out and about tonight, time to chill and write some more ivar fics. hope everyone is having a great weekend 😁