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Just to let you know: my old account is back. 🖤🥰

Hate me, adore me.

Summary: Ivar and Heahmund accidentally got locked in the evidence room during a late shift. It doesn’t help that they can’t stand each other.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: none (so far, let’s see if I take this further. xD)

Tag buddys: @youbloodymadgenius​ @jadelynlace​ @punkrocknpearls

Finally, my account works again, hallejulah! :D “Ops, my bad.” was the excuse after nearly 3 weeks. (I’ll share this on my backup aswell, sorry for the confusion).

Ivar bit down hard on his lower lip, which already felt sore; he had bitten it many times, out of sheer anger, out of sheer hatred for the man who was leaning back against a wall with his arms folded, staring at Ivar as angrily as he was staring at him: Heahmund.

Just hearing that name was like a wave of nausea rising inside Ivar: he had never liked that damned nerd and overachiever. Heahmund was the one type of man Ivar used to like to beat up at school, the one he would have stolen lunch money from, and the one he would have pushed down the stairs on principle - because Heahmund was one of the kind of people who, in their privileged outgrowth, thought they were something better than him. Better than people like Ivar, who had grown up in the slums and only got this job in the police because they could do something special. What studied and “born into” people like Heahmund, of course, did not understand and would never accept.

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oh. My. Fucking. God. 😈🤤🤤🤤 I take all the blame and will always do if something like THIS comes out of it!! 😍😍❤ how I fucking adored this nasty Ivar, omg.... 🤤 this is all I needed. 😈🔥 you are genius!!

Ink Drinker Smut Blurb⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

☞ series masterpost is here.

author’s note: Full blame is on @jackson-t-escobar / @jackson–t and his encouragement to write more Ivar being a kinky bastard. This piece really is just filthy and I have no shame. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

content warnings: S-M-U-T: use of sex toys, come kinks, possessiveness, and multiple orgasms. And Ivar, being a kinky fucker.

pairing: Ivar x F!Reader

word count: 1600+ words

There’s a brightly colored tool that Ivar loathes the very existence of. And you’re not sure why, after the years you have been together, why he’s jealous and has a personal vendetta against your vibrator. 

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Lick it like Beckham

Note: Welcome to a new snacktime. :) The title is so wrong, I know it. :D But I couldn't think of a better one for the life of me. Might also be a bit inspired by Jonathan Rhys Meyer's role in Kick it like Beckham, lol. :D What a surprise. I don't really like those movies. But the guy is hot. Have fun!

Read the story on AO3 here.

Summary: Ivar intercepts his coach Heahmund in the locker room.

Words: ~ 2.5 k.

Warnings: 18 +, gay smut, blowjob, underage.

Tag buddys: @youbloodymadgenius​ @jadelynlace​ (this is your fault, a bit xD) @dini73​ (your wishes will be up next! *.*) 🖤

A loud and long whistle echoed across the football field; Heahmund called the boys together and waited patiently until everyone had arrived.

"You guys played well today. In next week's game, we'll beat the others for sure. So, off to the showers! Last one out turns out the lights!" he said loudly, looking after his team with a soft smile.

He had always done a lot of youth work and helping the boys' U18 team play soccer was just as much a part of it. Heahmund was always a friendly coach, but could easily lose his cool before particularly important games; even more so since he knew that some of the team might be able to move up to a higher division later on. It was a good squad, and teamwork was a natural part of it. And while the boys went to the locker rooms, Heahmund made sure the place was back in order and put all the things away. And it wasn't until he saw almost all of the team walking out of the locker room again, while they happily waved goodbye to him - that he decided it was time for a shower himself.

With a quiet sigh, he headed for the locker rooms, actually sure that no one else should be there - but he was slightly startled when he walked into the room and found Ivar still sitting there, hair wet and dark from the shower, with only a towel tied around his hips. The boy was equally startled at Heahmund's sudden appearance and took a startled breath - until the white teeth flashed back at him with a smile.

"Sorry, Heahmund. I kinda dawdled a bit today and forgot you had to shower too. I'll hurry, okay?" the boy said with amusement, and Heahmund raised his hands with a light laugh.

"It's all right, you don't have to hurry. Maybe I was just faster than you today, too."

"Maybe. But I think it's more likely that I dawdled," Ivar muttered with a wry grin at the corners of his mouth, and Heahmund sat down a little farther away from him on one of the wooden benches. It took him a moment to notice the way Ivar was looking at him; his bright blue eyes fixed on his trainer.

Heahmund didn't like to lie, and yet he had often had to forbid himself this thought - he found Ivar attractive. He knew it was an absolute taboo subject, and that he would be kicked out of the community if anyone ever read his thoughts... But nonetheless, they were hard to dispel at the sight of the bright eyes and the naked, slightly wet torso. Heahmund raised an eyebrow and smiled softly.

"Are you all right, Ivar?" he asked, and the teen snorted softly and looked down at his socks, which he was already halfway through putting on. For a moment, all that could be heard was the dripping of a leaky faucet from the shower before the boy said softly, "It's all good."

"Really?"

Ivar bit his lower lip. His fingers pulled the white socks higher, and his eyes found Heahmund's again. "I broke up with my girlfriend, that's all. I think it's still heavy in my stomach."

Heahmund remembered her; she had been at a game once, cheering Ivar on. She had been very pretty, long blond hair and a beautiful face. But when Ivar had kissed her briefly, while Heahmund had unconsciously had his eyes on the two of them - he had seen Ivar's eyes drift off to him, amusedly warped, half-open. Like a challenge - and Heahmund had looked away as quickly as he could back then. Watching teens make out - that didn't go over well, even if his hungry dick had possibly imagined that Ivar had deliberately sought that eye contact.

"Sorry about that. Go out, party this weekend. It'll help," Heahmund said quietly, taking off his shirt. After all, he had to shower just as much whether Ivar was still around or not.

He felt Ivar's gaze on his chest, on his upper body. And even though the boy had seen him topless several times, that look tingled Heahmund's skin. It was something else to be topless on the field or at the big guys' soccer game - and another thing when he was alone with a teen in the locker room. It was almost as if there was a certain tension in the air that began to tingle even more with the immersed silence.

"Does it really help?"

"Sure."

"Heahmund, can I ask you something?" Ivar said; when Heahmund met his gaze, the boy bit his lower lip playfully. Soft, as if he were embarrassed, even though those blue eyes spoke a very different language.

"Of course. Go ahead.", Heahmund replied; he was still wearing his black sweatpants and shoes and left them on for now as well. He didn't want to send the wrong signals under any circumstances.

"Do you actually -...well, actually have a girlfriend? You're always seen alone, and even at our party back then by the team, you were alone. Women like you, don't they? I can see that."

Heahmund snorted softly; he turned his gaze to the tiles on the walls, tiled red. Irregular. "What you're paying attention to, Ivar."

"It just caught my eye. You don't look so bad, do you?" Ivar hummed softly, and Heahmund watched closely as the pink tip of his tongue slipped between the full lips. Hungry, that was the word that came to his mind - hungry. That's how he felt, too, and he had to swallow slightly.

"I'm not that interested in it, right now." he replied dryly, rough because his throat felt strange.

"Not interested? Why not?"

A smirk, a smile, and Heahmund threw his shirt in Ivar's face. "Because little teens like you, it's none of your business."

Ivar took the shirt from his face and laughed lightly; his deep blue eyes told something forbidden sweet, and Heahmund had to forbid himself to read fire from them. Yet he saw it. He saw it in the gestures, in the movements. It made him so hot inside that he prayed Ivar would leave now so he could finally take a shower.

But Ivar did not go. He continued to stare at Heahmund, with curious eyes, and then very slightly jutted his chin. Heahmund had always loved Ivar's chin area - that sharp jawline, combined with that fabulous, fresh skin that sometimes reddened after a strenuous game.

"You're gay, aren't you?" Ivar said softly - Heahmund felt his legs go numb from the inside, and all color drain from his face. He flapped his mouth open to say something - but he couldn't. His tongue felt so heavy, and he could only bring himself to look at Ivar with eyebrows drawn together in shock as the teen got up from the bench and squatted in front of Heahmund's body. Blue eyes found his, twinkling with curiosity, almost burning, and Ivar bit his lower lip again. It looked even softer from so close, even more beguiling, and Heahmund clawed his hands lightly into the wooden bench underneath him.

"It's okay. I just know, and I haven't told anyone. Honestly - I deliberately dawdled a little longer today because I... Heahmund, I want to do something.", Ivar hummed beguilingly softly, and his young fingers ran over Heahmund's knees.

"You... Ivar, don't do that. No matter what you have in your head - it won't work, and I don't want it."

Ivar ran his tongue softly and lightly over his lips, then snorted softly. The bright eyes gleamed slightly in the light of the locker room. "You don't want me?" he said softly, and Heahmund leaned his head against the wall behind him.

"I can't. I'm not allowed to do things like that. And that's why I don't want it." he replied; he had to control himself hard, control the dizziness in his body. What was going on here?

"You're allowed to do anything because I won't tell anyone. Heahmund, listen - I don't have anyone to try out on. Whether I want to, whether I am... like you. I've never...", Ivar swallowed the last words, and looked at Heahmund with almost pleading eyes.

Inside Heahmund, everything was spinning. There was Ivar kneeling in front of him, the face of an angel, one of his best players - literally begging him to do something that was absolutely and without question taboo. Heahmund couldn't and wouldn't sugarcoat it either - this was so damn wrong, and he had to stop it. Right now. Before it was too late.

"You need to find someone your own age, Ivar. I'm your coach, I'm almost 32, I can't. I can't and I'm not allowed. Now go, get dressed, and get out." Heahmund deliberately used his harsher tone, but he could almost snap inside when he saw that it didn't have much effect on Ivar. The fingers on his knee crept higher, reaching his thighs.

Heahmund closed his eyes for a moment, snorting softly as Ivar's fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants. His pushing away was too soft, far too weak for real defense. "Don't do that." he murmured darkly, but he felt exactly how the fingers of Ivar's hands pushed deeper into the waistband of his sweatpants, seeking what had already grown hard on him just at that perversely tingling sight of Ivar on his knees: his cock.

"Please let me." Ivar whispered, and his head was so close, so damn close to his lap. Heahmund was still trying to resist the definite move Ivar was making: pulling his sweatpants and shorts down to his ankles as his cock sprang free. Curious, heated fingers clasped it, stroking the hard veins, embracing it with a firm grip.

Ivar had just turned seventeen last month. Heahmund consciously drove that number into his bones, consciously into his mind, as he realized, boiling hot, what he was doing here - and what he was letting himself do. Just letting Ivar stroke his cock was enough to put him in jail, and that bad feeling bored deep into his body, made his heartbeat swell rapidly.

"Ivar, please don't. I'm really getting into the devil's kitchen. I can get into ja... Oh, fuck!" he groaned, murmuring deeply in disbelief, when all at once, and without any warning, Ivar's soft and full lips closed around his cock. He had to gasp, deep and hard, and first come to terms with this unfamiliar sensation. It felt heavenly, forbidden good. So fucking forbidden good that it almost bordered on blasphemy.

Ivar's lips were so soft, and his hot mouth enclosed Heahmund's cock almost perfectly. Of course, the boy was gentle; he didn't know any better, but for Heahmund, all the heat he had lurking in his body shot into his cock with lusty swiftness. His right hand buried itself almost helplessly in the still-wet tips of Ivar's hair, gently supporting the boy's head, which by now was bobbing up and down slightly.

The lips closed tighter around his cock after a while, and the tip of his tongue, which Heahmund had already felt at the beginning, ran playfully over his shaft; the soft lips loosened, but only so that Ivar could lick the tip of his cock with the seductive tip of his tongue, with such a rough and lustful look that Heahmund had to moan slightly.

It was already too late anyway, Heahmund thought to himself as he gently pressed Ivar's head back onto his cock, and the boy took it almost greedily between his lips; it was just too late. Heahmund was already too caught up in the feeling, and far too deep in this frenzy of pure lust. The allure of the forbidden did the rest: Heahmund could remember nothing, really nothing at all, that was hotter than Ivar Lothbrok on his knees in front of him, lustfully sucking his cock. It was such a forbidden erotic thing that he could already feel the tip of his cock tightening slightly with pleasure.

"Ivar..." he murmured darkly, and the teen licked over his cock again; his blue eyes widened slightly, and Heahmund ran his free hand over his slightly flushed cheek. "I'm really close. I can't hold back much longer."

Ivar licked his lips lightly, the pink tip of his tongue finely wetted.

"That's a good thing. I'm so hot for you, Heahmund..." the boy sighed, and before he could say anything else, the teen had turned his attention back to his cock and was sucking it deep into his mouth.

Heahmund closed his eyes, allowing the racing of his heart and the adrenaline in his body. "Fuck, I'm about to cum..." he moaned, trying to regulate himself with an exhale and a sharp bite on his lower lip; but everything about this situation was far too delightful, far too violent for him. He felt like a fucking pervert, like a sicko, as he said softly, "I want to cum on your face."

His hand tugged lightly at Ivar's wet hair, and he immediately fell in love with the look in Ivar's eyes, the lust-reddened face as he gently pulled it back. The boy's lips had opened softly, ever so gently, as he settled down slightly, looking up at Heahmund and watching him climax with frantic movements in front of Ivar's face. It wasn't long before a harsh moan escaped Heahmund's lips, and he held Ivar's head tightly before he came hot and trembling on his face.

Ivar's face seemed more beautiful than ever, as Heahmund saw the first drops on the hot reddened skin, as he saw the little tongue lick up a drop of his load, curiously taking it between his lips. And never did his hungry eyes leave Heahmund, and the beautiful face was something that Heahmund had marked deep inside as his.

He had to force himself to sit down a bit to beat the dizziness in his head; he felt more exhausted than after any game, than after any practice. And it didn't get any better when Ivar sat down on his lap with a fluid motion, putting his hands to the sides of Heahmund's face.

"Can you make me come, too?" the teen whispered softly and gently, and before Heahmund could even exhale, his impossibly beautiful lips had already settled on Heahmund's, making him taste his own pleasure, making him tremble completely hypersensitive. But his hands closed tightly around Ivar's waist, and he deepened the kisses with a gentle nudge that the two exchanged hotly on the bench.

He was guaranteed to go to jail, he knew that.

He knew that after he came on Ivar's beautiful face - he knew that when he removed the towel from Ivar's hips, as he took the hard and wonderfully slick cock in his hand for the first time. And he knew he was going to end up in hell as well, when at some point his head burrowed between Ivar's legs, exploring the most beautiful and youngest body he had ever had underneath him.

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Decisions

"Just look at me!" Ivar snarled; he had no more strength to resist further against his own rage, against his own disgust. He was destroyed, inside. Torn under his own feelings.

Heahmund looked into his eyes. As always, the blue was clear, almost transparent, and so infinitely warm despite the intense color that Ivar buried his fingers in the back of his wheelchair with a soft swallow.

"I reject your decision, Ivar. You cannot ask me to leave you alone. Only I can decide that, and I have always said that I will stay with you." Heahmund's words were firm and clear, and his voice brooked no argument; even though Ivar opened his lips again.

"I have it to decide, too. I am in a wheelchair. And I don't want to be a burden to you all my life."

"A burden? Are you crazy?"

"I have scars on my face, I can't walk properly anymore... what more do you want with me?" Ivar admitted, almost meekly and concerned; he felt exactly how silence fell for a moment.

Until Heahmund suddenly snorted, rose from the bench and grabbed Ivar's wheelchair.

"Hey, what the...? Heahmund?"

"That's the good thing about the wheelchair," Heahmund said, amused, and already was heading Ivar back towards the park as he met the boy's twinkling evil eyes; "...you can't run away so fast when you talk nonsense again."

"You're crazy! Nobody wants a cripple!" Ivar protested, but Heahmund just laughed.

"I am. I have a soft spot for rebellious, dumb-ass teenagers."

Ivar snorted angrily, even as he bit away a grin at the corner of his mouth. It would be fatal to confess to Heahmund now that he was more than relieved - after all, he would then have to admit weakness, and he wouldn't do that under any circumstances.

There will be another snack on AO3|tumblr today, maybe in the afternoon/evening. 🍿

@youbloodymadgenius @jadelynlace 🖤

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Okay... okay... 🥵🥵🥵 This was the first thing I read in the morning, and what should I say... O.M.G. 😍😍😍😍 Are you kidding me?! This was such an amazing thing to read, I cannot even point out the highlights right now... you did a fucking AMAZING job with this!! Shit, I have to read it again. And again. 🥺❤ This was such a hot blowjob... omg. 🥵🥵 Thank you from all my heart for doing this and sharing your amazing talent in every color of human love with us!! ❤🥰🥵

Ink Drinker Deleted Scene⎮Modern Vikings AU⎮Ivar and Aiden

☞ full series is here

author’s note: ALRIGHT SO I DID IT. We’re on the way back machine once more, fresh out of college where best buds Ivar and Aiden are living together in a studio apartment. Thanks to @jackson-t-escobar​ / @jackson–t​ for his encouragement, and helping me hammer out the kinks (yes, that’s a joke), with this, since this is the first time I’ve ever written M/M. The header is by @firefly-graphics​

content warnings: M/M smut: oral and hand jobs, and talks of sexuality and Ivar’s feelings. Both of these men are just so horny all the time, it’s canon. Let’s give a round of applause, and shout out to Good Dude Aiden.

word count: 1800+ words

Ivar hates the heat.

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Finally, some gay/bi vibes here. 😍😍🤤🤤🤤🖤 I would have loved to read some little scenes with Aiden and Ivar heeeeeelllllll yes 😍🔥🔥 but that might be too much to ask for. I liked that little talk a lot!

Ink Drinker Deleted Scene⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

☞ series masterlist is here

author’s note: This little blurb was inspired by both the conundrum that came from this post, as well as @ivarhoegh​ and her wonderful imagination. Might write a second part to this with the glorious topic that’s mentioned, even though I know nothing about it. Divider is by @firefly-graphics​

content warnings: Mentions of sexuality, pegging and Ivar being open for once in his life.

pairing: Ink Drinker Modern Ivar x F!Reader

word count: Just above 500 words

“Hey, babe can I see your phone, mine just died,” You whine to the man on the other end of the couch.

“Sure,” Ivar said, tossing the device across your lap. When his Home Screen is up, the small widget that catches your eye, makes you forget your task at hand, is a photo. Randomly selected from his entire roll, the photo that came up was of him, in college, kissing his roommate. Kissing him like how he kisses you.

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Must be the age difference. 🤷‍♂️😅

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Call it magic

 ~ Chapter I ~

Pairing: Ivar x Heahmund (Modern!AU)

Word count: 1.1 k

Summary: How to deal with a breakup? Ivar still doesn’t know, even after a few months. And when he meets his ex again one day, the chaos is perfect - between immature brothers, sex with the ex and the decision whether to forgive or to forget.

Tags: hurt/comfort, fun, smut, fluff, family bonds, brotherly love, age difference, jealousy.

If you want to be part of the tag list (or be removed, doesn’t matter xD), just send me a DM. I will not post this on AO3, this will be a tumblr story only. I hope you enjoy this!

@youbloodymadgenius​ @jadelynlace​

Ivar stared out the window, watching people scurrying past with umbrellas or something else over their heads to escape the thick drops. They were almost all running, and the street was slowly filling with the cold water - the lights of the cars reflected in the rain, almost bathing the surroundings in a magical, warm atmosphere. Ivar was glad to be inside - his fingers clawed more fiercely into his hoodie, and he rested his chin lightly on his folded forearms while his blue eyes followed the drops on the window.

It had been a few months since Heahmund and he had parted ways. And although Ivar had enjoyed the time off for a very long time, really letting off steam - he was slowly getting to a point where it didn't seem to be going any further. It was now autumn, and the days were increasingly overshadowed by rain and cold; the time when you sat in front of the fireplace in the evening with your partner, in front of the TV, watching Netflix. Autumn days were cuddling, baking cakes and cookies, watching the bad weather. Preferably with a warm arm around the middle of your body, pulling you closer as soon as there was even a slight shiver at the thought of being outside.

The breakup had only really hit Ivar consciously a few weeks after the actual breakup. They had been together for almost a year, but not publicly - since Ivar had still been 17 at the time, and not even close to being of age. It had been best to lie in bed with Heahmund in the evening, while Hvitserk - the only one who had known - had covered for him. Had told their parents lies about why Ivar was gone so often on weekends. And why his grades had gone down just before he graduated from high school, because he had only had the older man on his mind all the time. Heahmund had been 30 when it had ended.

"Hey, do you plan to watch TV like a normal person again sometime, or is someone out there running around naked?" his brother Hvitserk's voice interrupted the silence; Ivar didn't flinch, but cursed inwardly because he had bitten his lower lip slightly when he was startled. He did not say anything at first, but tried to remove his slightly sad expression from his face. After all, Hvitserk didn't necessarily have to know that he'd hit rock bottom once again.

"I like to look outside. Of course, you uneducated cretin don't understand that because your IQ also only lasts from morning to noon," Ivar said quietly; he released the clasp from his hoodie and with a casual movement turned to Hvitserk, who also sat down on the wooden floor with his younger brother.

For a moment they looked at each other, then Hvitserk snorted softly. "Is it still because of him? You need to forget about him for once, honestly."

"How am I supposed to forget him, huh? Unless you mean your tip that you use 90% of the time," Ivar snarked, and Hvitserk raised his eyebrows with a grin.

"Fucking is the best cure for everything, Ivar. Headaches? Fucking. You're late? Never mind, one more round will do. You actually have to work? Lay the colleague." he said, amused, and Ivar rolled his eyes with a slight click of his tongue.

"I'm surprised you get so many women anyway. They must smell your stupidity - stupid fucks well, as we all know. It almost can't be anything else."

"Ah, is that so? And you?"

"Me?" Ivar said quietly; his gaze went back out the window for a moment, then he sighed softly. "I've been trying out, haven't I? You know that, too. But somehow... somehow, they're all... shallow. And stupid, like you."

 "That's no reason to mope, after all, when you can blow something else," Hvitserk said, earning a juicy kick from Ivar against his upper arm in return, which he merely commented with a slight "Ouch!" and a laugh, while Ivar himself couldn't help grinning. Sometimes his brother was really annoying, but his big mouth usually managed to get Ivar back on track. Or at least distract him for a few moments.

"What do you say... We go out for dinner and figure out where we can get drunk to death this weekend. Okay?" Hvitserk suggested, and Ivar took a deep breath in and out.

"Mom will kill me if I still don't know what I want to study after this weekend."

"Dude, I've got a cure for that: fucking a professor."

"Hvit, man. Be serious for once!"

"We'll do it when we drink. That's the best idea, that way we can do both in one go. Ha! Call me genius, my little brother."

Ivar rolled his eyes but slammed into Hvitserk's hand. His incisors dipped slightly into his lower lip again, and Hvitserk snorted softly.

"What was so great about him, please? Besides you being into dilfs, which is really disgusting. Forget him, he broke up with you on fucking Valentine's Day. What guy does something like that?"

For a moment, that sentence hit Ivar deep in the heart. He had repressed that day well all these months, but he couldn't forget it. Deeply it had been burned into his mind; he had planned so much for that day, had wanted to surprise Heahmund. But all he had gotten was an ice-cold breakup on the grounds that he hadn't been sure how he felt. And it had been Ivar's hate day ever since - never again would he feel good about Valentine's Day, and was already planning to poison happy couples in the park. He hadn't been able to explain to his mother why he had cried constantly through two weeks, and why he had hardly eaten anything in the evenings. Even his other, almost terroristic brothers had sensed something, and had left him alone that week.

"All right. You're right. The last time I saw him was a while ago, anyway," Ivar said, letting Hvitserk help him to his feet; and it wasn't until he was standing that he grinned slightly as Hvitserk's warm hand passed lightly over his shoulder.

"Exactly. He's probably grown fat, and much older. You won't recognize him if you ever meet again - unless Gandalf the Grey is suddenly standing in front of you on the dance floor, asking you for a drink."

For a moment the brothers stared at each other, then they both snorted and laughed. It was painful, yes - especially because it was the first time he had been truly in love. But it had to go on, and somehow Hvitserk was right - even if most of his suggestions and advice ended up with having sex with someone somewhere. Ivar took one last look outside before following Hvitserk into the kitchen; the streets outside were almost deserted, and the lightning of thunderstorms could be seen behind the city's skyscrapers. Oh, how Ivar loved autumn.

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The Confession: Part II

In which Ivar has his second confession at Bishof Heahmund.

Wasn’t able to upload it here, and for those who haven’t read it by now and want to: check the link below.

The Confession: Part II.

That’s one of my tickets to hell.

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Backup-Account

Here we go, I never thought this would be necessary - but tumblr made me do this. My other account @jackson--t (which I cannot even tag here, see where I ended up!) got shadowbanned or something like this, and 7+ days are gone and there is no answer from the support. Which sucks like hell. So I’m doing this account to have at least the chance to share my creativity or whatever it is with you guys, since I’ve missed this so much.

If you have any ideas on how me or others can solve this without support - feel free to tell me!

This is (was) my other account.

Lots of Love and hello again :)

Misha aka Jackson_T