#Alex Hogh x Imagine

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Omg imagine riding Ivar's face and him not letting yiu go after you're done using his crazy upper strength to hold yiu down and make you come several times 🥺

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first time back at writing on tumblr for the first time in like 2 or 3 years here we goooooooooo

warnings: smut.

i hope you all enjoy<3

ivar would be so nervous, so gentle, so kind at first, tenderly testing you to see if it was he you actually wanted.

but when he caught your gaze after a moment of touching, kissing, and soft whimpers exchanged, he knew you wanted it just as much as he did.

you'd be in his lap, kissing his lips, caressing his body when you felt his hands grazing your thighs.

you opened your eyes to look at him, and he'd be hesitant, but too excited to hide his desire.

"climb up" he'd whisper, and you'd cock your brow at him, wondering just what he meant.

"up my body. here" he'd motion to his face. your eyes would widen, mouth popping open in surprise.

"ivar...i-.....i've never...".

"i'll guide you" he whispers once more, eyes soft, pleading but not pushing. this was purely your decsion, if you wished to stop you could.

what harm could come from this?.

taking a soft breath, you'd climb up his body, thighs settling on either side of his face.

"are you comfortable?" he says, his breath hitting you from between your legs making your voice quiver when you answered him.

"y-yes".

ivar would run his rough, caloused hands up your thighs, stopping at your hips, holding them firmly.

"so pretty like this" ivar would mutter, rubbing your skin so smoothly, no shakiness. like a snake winding it's way around your body waiting to devour you.

your hands would steady themselves against the wall in front of you, taking deep breaths, trying not to shake too early.

"may i?".

you couldn't help but laugh.

"ivar, i'm right here for you".

ivar would smirk, kissing your inner thigh, tongue peaking out to lick up the wetness that had dripped from you whilst kissing.

you'd bite your bottom lip, concentrating on his mouth, eyes closed, savoring this. trying to take in exactly what it felt like to be pleasured this way.

"ivar" you'd moan after moment of him just kissing around your ready and open pussy.

he'd chuckle quietly, taking you by surprise he'd lean in and place the most wet, intense tongued kiss to your clit.

your head would fall back, legs already quivering from supporting yourself.

ivar would moan into you, fully making out with you, sucking on your clit like candy, plump lips massaging all parts of you.

"fuck. fuck, ivar" you'd cry out uselessly, ivar not slowing down or stuttering once.

he had a taste of you, swallowing it like the finest of wines. the wetness, sweat and your own natural scent driving him mad with hungered lust.

he noticed you were holding back, struggling to hold yourself up any longer.

he took it into his own hands.

your pants turn into loud yelps, moans, shouts and cries when he yanks your hips down on his face, your full weight on his face.

his nose against your clit when he moves just a bit lower, tongue gently pushing in and out of your hole, fucking you with his mouth, reaching parts that even your fingers couldn't reach.

your hands go to his hair, pulling, full frustration in your body, needing to be fucked out like an animal in heat.

ivar was too entranced to notice your shouts of your upcoming orgasm.

he's in love. in love with this taste, the comfort of your body weight all over his head, pretty thighs around him. hearing your voice, your sighs, the way you were pulling his hair.

he never truly realized how much he'd love you on top of his face like this.

he pulls back for just a moment, an urge ripping through him.

"ride me".

you drunkly open your eyes, ready to slide down his body, already going to miss his mouth.

but his hands stop you.

"no, no. ride my face".

your eyes widen, pussy clenching. and without hesitation, you settle over his face again.

your hips gently go back and forth, words struggling to come out.

ivars eyes roll back, catching what breath he can, he watches you, breasts bouncing as you use his face like a cock, your own pleasure toy, he feels it, the way you're losing control, your pussy ready to cum.

and you do. hard.

the shout that comes from you sounds pained, but relieved, so needy, so fucking good.

your hips keep going to ride out the high, your pussy contracting around nothing, your cum dripping down his lips to his chin and neck.

you go to move, but ivars hands grab your wrists, keeping you still.

"2 more" he mumbles into your pussy, lips rubbing your lit once more, causing you to jerk and yelp from over stimulation.

"ivar! ivar, no no no no no no. i c-can't-ah!" you cry out when he uses his upper body strength to hold you down on his mouth when he licks from your hole to clit over and over again.

he looks up at you from under you.

"be mine. all mine. be mine and cum 2 more times for me like my good girl. let me drink you and kiss you with my cum covered lips".

you clenched around him and followed his orders. not being able to deny him.

like a good girl.

[fandomnsfw]

I Can Be Your Biggest Fan - Ivar the Boneless x Reader

(Ignore that unfaithful little witch who deserved the death she got! But his face is just so cute right here...At least the gods approve of sexual desires) 😂🤣

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Promt: My obsession with Ivar and his poor underloved self. Poor baby just need love and someone who could actually get his dick hard 🥺

You are a slave and have been most of your life but because of this you got the chance to meet the most handsome man you’d ever seen...cripple or not.

Warning: SMUT! Dirty Ivar loving smut! Foul language because I swear more than a sailor.

ENJOY!!!

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“Her.” You felt your body freeze as the queen stopped in front of you. You had no idea how this queen would be with you but once she had picked you had to follow her either way. You kept quiet as you looked around the village. They hadn’t told you what your work would be but you hopes it wasn’t sex. You’d managed to save yourself so far.

The queen took her place on the throne before assessing you thoroughly. She smiled softly at you and for some reason you felt a sense of peace. Hopefully she was a fair mistress.

“What is your name girl?” She asked curiously her face keeping its smile.

“My name is Y/N, my Queen.” You spoke clearly if there was something you had learnt over the years is that people with respect you more if you speak confidently even if you’re a slave.

“You will be my personal help. You will serve my family dinner, help me bathe, help with grandchildren once I have some.” She informed confidently her wise smile still on her face.

“It would be my honour my Queen.” You gave her a grin letting her know you were more than happy with the job choice.

“Okay, well the cook has food ready so if you could get everything ready that would be good.” She chuckled before shooing you away to set the table.

You were fast getting it done so the queen gave you a happy grin as she sat at the table and waited for her sons. Eventually 3 boys walked into the hall, laughing at something. You stood next to the queen with your hands behind your back.

Then he came in. The most beautiful man you’d ever seen dragging himself around on his hands. That must’ve taken a lot of muscle to do that everyday. Yet he looked like he could take on his brothers with ease.

“This is Ubbe my first born.” The queen pointed to her elder son. He was handsome he had similar eyes to his cripple brother but for some reason they weren’t as captivating.

“This is Hvitserk my second son.” She pointed to the son next to Ubbe and he gave you a cheeky grin.

“That is my third son Sigurd.” She pointed to the opposite side of the table at the strawberry blonde man who looked you up and down with a smirk and it made your stomach churn.

“And my youngest son Ivar.” She cupped her youngest face with affection before looking up to you. He looked up at you with a curious gaze but didn’t say anything.

“This is Y/N my new slave. You are not to touch her without her permission.” The queen glared at all her sons except Ivar.

“You know maybe you should worry about Ivar not us.” Sigurd snickered as Ivar shot him a glare.

“The only one who made me feel uncomfortable with their eyes was you master Sigurd.” You mumbled your anger surfacing. Why did you say that? You should’ve kept your mouth closed but before you could apologise the queen started laughing a long with Ubbe and Hvitserk.

“I like her mother.” Ivar chuckled as he stared up at you in wonder. You met his ocean blue eyes with a sweet smile and he shot you a charming smile that made your heart melt. You felt your cheeks flush so you tried to avoid his eyes, yet you couldn’t stop from looking up only to see he’d yet to remove his eyes from you.

Unlike when Sigurd did this it felt exciting when Ivar did it. It was flattering you thought to yourself. The queen seemed to notice the flirting eyes you were sending each other but chose not to say a word until later on in the night.

………

“What do you think of my sons Y/N?” The queen asked mischievously as the rest her arms on the side of the tub, watching you closely.

“They are good reliable men.” You responded awkwardly as you got her night clothes ready.

“What about Ivar?” She asked quietly trying to his her smirk behind the tubs edge.

“I-Ivar is just as reliable as his brothers if not more.” You muttered quietly as you held out a wash cloth for her.

“Who is the most handsome of my sons?” She teased as she began washing herself.

“Ivar.” You wish you’d at least paused before answering but you blurted out his name so fast it actually visibly shocked the queen.

“Why not ask to lay with him?” She giggled playfully it made you giggle too despite being a queen she was quite playful when she wanted to be.

“Because I am a slave and I have no right to ask a prince and son of Ragnar to lay with someone like me.” You laughed bitterly before giving her a small smile silently asking to move on from that topic.

…….

You were pouring the queen a drink when Ivar appeared at the door, dragging himself straight to the seat near the fire. You finished pouring the queen a drink before walking over to Ivar with a cup. You passed the cup to him with a smile before filling it up in silence.

He tried to keep a straight face but you could see he was trying to not smile. He suddenly patted the spot next to him signalling for you to sit with him. You sat down with no hesitation, placing your hands on your lap as you waited for him to ask or request whatever he was going to.

“I have never been with a woman. I don’t even know if I can.” He said so quiet you thought you’d misheard but you knew you hadn’t. This handsome and desirable Viking is a virgin.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I am thankfully still a virgin. I’ve been lucky in having mostly female mistresses.” You giggled softly as you moved a little closer to him.

“Would you have sex with me?” Ivar asked awkwardly looking away with a blush.

“I would really like to, yes.” You blushed but continued watching him. His eyes widened and he looked at you in amazement as if he was shocked by your answer.

“I thought you were most handsome of your brothers before you asked me. I even told your mother yesterday.” You mumbled shyly as you moved your hand closer to his on the seat.

“Really?” He asked with raised brows.

“Yes…c-can I kiss you?” You stutter not sure if casual affection would be okay. You were not his wife or his lover so you really had no right.

He nodded gently before turning towards you a little more. You leant up and placed a soft kiss on his lips your hands still resting on the bench. His right hand came up to cup your cheek softly as he kissed you so sweetly, it made you melt.

“You said no forcing the slave to do intimate shit!” You heard a voice shout behind Ivar. Ivar released you immediately like he’s done something wrong but you stood up angrily and you couldn’t stop your stupid mouth.

“This was completely consensual! I’m the one that asked to kiss him! Oh wait how about proof!” You shouted before straddling Ivar making sure not to hurt his legs in the process before kissing him roughly.

He gripped your waist tightly as he kissed you back, his tongue meeting yours in a battle for dominance. You let out a little moan when he bit your bottom lip softly before finally pulling away.

“Why would you want to when you could’ve had any one of us?” Sigurd asked in utter confusion.

“Do you even understand how much strength he has to drag himself round all day? While his bones break over and over? He is the strongest and the most handsome out of all of you and I would gladly pledge my undying loyalty to him not any of you. Sorry master Sigurd.” You huffed before turning to Ivar with a shy smile as you tried to climb off his lap but he held you there with a grin, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

You giggled and snuggled into him wrapping your legs around his waist so you were more comfortable. The queen was watching the entire situation in humour and relief that someone finally realised how unique and strong her youngest son is.

........

Later that night at dinner you sat in Ivar’s lap while he ate and fed you little bits. He was very sweet to you and it made your heart ache to be more than his slave. If only you could be his wife.

“Will you be joining me in my room tonight my sweet?” Ivar whispered in your ear playfully earning a giggled from you. You gave him a happy nod before he picked a little meat off the bone and holding out to you. You took the meat from his fingers before licking his finger seductively.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched your tongue like he was hypnotised by you. You gave him a cheeky smile before placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Can you two save it for the bedroom?” Sigurd hissed as he slammed down his cup onto the table.

“Leave them be Sigurd I’m happy to see Ivar happy.” The queen scolded with a glare before she turned to her side to look at you and Ivar with a soft smile.

You roles your eyes to Ivar making him laugh before placing an amused kiss on your lips. You gave him an ecstatic smile at his proud face. You curled up against him shyly, but he happily wrapped his arm around you tightly using his other one to stroke your hair sweetly.

“Why don’t you go to my room and I’ll be in soon, hmm?” He muttered against your hair.

You gave a nod before standing up and making your way to Ivar’s room. You sat on his bed and waited patiently for him to drag himself into the room. It wasn’t much time before Ivar dragged himself into the room with no struggle. He climbed into the bed before turning to you to talk.

“Come here sweetheart.” He groaned as he dragged himself into the middle of the bed, his back against the headboard.

You crawled to him slowly until you were in his lap. He ran his hand from your thighs up to your rib cage so swiftly it made you gasp. You gripped his shirt tugging at it letting him know you wanted it gone. You quickly pulled the shirt off him after he gave you a nod and you were practically drooling.

“See something you like Y/N?” He chuckled deeply as he laid back observing your blush as his hands rested just beneath your breast.

“Touch me please Master.” You begged shamelessly.

“Call me Ivar my sweet.” He whispered as he sat up pressing his bare chest against your clothes one. You sat back enough to rip your entire dress off throwing it across the room leaving you completely naked.

He observed you for a few seconds with hungry eyes before bringing you into a searing kiss. His tongue dominated yours in seconds and you let him because giving him control was the least you could do for this strong man.

“Ivar…” You moaned against his lips as you took a break from kissing. Your hand trailed down his chest and suddenly his hand grabbed your wrist with a worried glance.

“I’m not sure if I can…” He muttered nervously but you gave him a sweet smile.

“You can. I promise you just have to want to fuck me enough.” You whispered seductively into his ear as you grind your wet pussy against his clothed crotch.

“Shit well that should be easy enough.” He groaned against your neck before he lay you down. His muscles bulged as he did making you whimper at the sight.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your naked breast before kissing his way to your nipple, catching it in his mouth and nipping on it earning a moan from you.

His hand traveled downwards towards your core and as soon as his fingers touched you, you let out a needy little whimper earning a groan from the man hovering above you with just one arm supporting him. When you hands tracked down his chest he didn’t stop you this time though he did tense up.

When you reached his pants you felt the outline of his very much working dick and letting out a moan at how big he was. Would that even fit? You didn’t care you wanted him. He looked down in pleasure as you rubbed his erection gently.

“You’re so big.” You whispered in pleasure as his finger rubbed circles over your clit so gently it was driving you mad. You pulled at the lace in his pants undoing it and pulling his stuff member out of his trousers. Ivar’s eyes widened slightly before he pulled you in for messy passionate kiss.

As his tongue fought against yours he pushed two fingers into you, curling them slightly. His hands were rough but they felt good either way. You felt yourself getting close as your moans got louder.

“Ivar m’gonna cum.” You arches your back pressed your chest to his as you thrust against his fingers. He gave you a smirk before moving his fingers faster as he used his thumb to put pressure on your clit.

“Cum for me my love.” At the affectionate nickname you came all over his fingers , your body shaking violently as you came down from your orgasm.

“Fuck me…please?” You begged desperately spreading your legs further so he could come closer.

When his tip brushed against your wets folds you both let out groans of want. His eyes were staring straight into yours as he caressed your cheek lovingly. You nuzzled into his hand kissing his palm lightly before looking at him.

“Ready sweetheart?” He asked gently before giving you a chaste kiss. You gave him a nod and he slowly pushed his tip into you with a breathless gasp. He kept pushing into you slowly, your nails digging into his skin on his back as he stretched you in a way your own finger never could.

When he reached your barrier he stopped to give you a slow sensual kiss as he pushed past it with a sudden firm thrust. You cried into his mouth as he stopped kissing away the tears that escaped your eyes.

After a minute or so you thrust your hips up experimentally, to see if it still hurt but instead of pain you just felt pleasure. You thrust you hips up again more forcefully and Ivar took the hint and began thrusting into you at a slow yet deep pace that had you begging for more.

He smirked down at you and he kept up with the agonising pace not saying a word as he watch you writhe underneath him. You were growing angry and before you could rethink you actions you rolled both of you over so you were on top.

Without a word you began lifting up and slamming down on him at the fast pace you wanted. Ivar let out an almost animalistic growl as he clutched you hips as took control. You felt your pussy clench around him as your second orgasm started coiling in your stomach. He must’ve felt it because he started rubbing circles on your clit and you bounced on his cock taking what you want from him.

“Are you going to cum all over my cock, my love?” He growled his nails digging into your naked ass as he helped you bounce up and down. That’s all it took to push you over the edge, his sickly sweet yet sadistic voice whispering dirty things.

“Y-Yes! Oh Ivar!” You screamed riding out your orgasm happy before collapsing on top of him.

He flipped you both over again and started pounding into you mercilessly. He was like an out of control animal and you loved it. You cling to the furs below you try to hold onto anything as you try to ground yourself.

“Oh gods your so big! Feel so full…” You moaned you voice was so desperate like you were addicted to him. His grunts and groans had you getting riled up all over again the feeling was different though it was stronger because you were over sensitive from recently cunning twice.

“Yes! Oh g-gods…Think m’gonna cum again!” You screamed as you felt your entire body start shaking, the pressure building more and more.

“Me too love…fuck.” He groaned as he thrust faster into you as his hand came down to brush across your clit in a fast brushing motion. And sudden your vision went white. You came so hard you felt liquid gushing out of you and Ivar had stopped his thrusting and pulled back to watch as you just kept shaking.

“Shit that was sexy...”he growled as he started thrusting even harder than before.

“M’Gonna fill you up my love.” He grumbled as his thrust became erratic and untimed.

You lay there still twitching as he used your pussy to finish himself off. As you felt the hot spurts hit your walls you moaned it made you feel full and warm. Ivar collapsed on top of you panting, his skin sticking to yours due to the damp skin.

You brought your arms up, wrapping them around him stroking his hair gently as you bother enjoyed your afterglow. He eventually sat up with a type of smile you had never seen on him, but it’s made your heart flutter.

“I’m glad I’m the first man to see you like that.” He mumbled shyly as his eyes flicked around to avoid yours.

“I am also glad, that no woman has had the pleasure of you as well. I came 3 times.” You giggled grinding down on his cock that was still inside you.

“Yes that last one was interesting. Does that normally happen?” Ivar asked with sudden interest his eyes quickly meeting yours.

“No that’s never happened when I’ve touched myself.” You answered honestly though a blush still made it’s way to your cheeks.

“I wanna do it again.” He muttered with a semi evil smirk before he thrust inside you again.

This was going to be a long night, you thought to yourself with a giggle.

……

The next morning you walked into the great hall right next to Ivar as you laughed and teased each other. As you got to the throne you tried to keep you face straight and curtsy politely but Ivar kept looking up at you with a childish grin and it was hard not to laugh.

“I see you two are getting on.” The queen chuckled as she observed you both.

“Master Ivar is treating me with much more respect than I probably deserve my queen.” You answered with a grateful smile to Ivar who just frowned.

“I want her to be a free woman.” Ivar declared with a glare making sure his mother knows he’s serious.

“W-What?! Ivar n-no the queen doesn’t ha-”

“Okay.” The queen interrupted you with a grin.

A smile spread across Ivar’s faces as your eyes just widened. You were free, just like that. You couldn’t believe it. This felt like a dream to you, you looked down at Ivar before your legs decidedly gave out causing you to fall down right next to him. He sat up and pulled you into his arms as tears fell from your eyes. You cuddled into his chest clutching onto him like he was your life line.

“Thank you!” You sobbed over and over again into his chest.

He stroked your hair cradling you in his arms, like you were the most precious jewel in the world. You looked up at him drying your eyes with a shy smile. He matched your smile as he caressed your cheek sweetly.

“I would also like to ask if you would like to be my wife?” He whispered down to you with a soft gaze. Your eyes widened once again, he wanted a boring ex slave to be his wife?

“Me? I am not worthy of you…a-and you barely know me…Why?” You asked so quietly you weren’t sure he even heard you until he spoke up.

“You are more than worthy my love. You have shown me I can be a normal man despite my crippled legs. I know that you would never betray me and I know that I wish for you to be my wife.” He stated gently his eyes shining with affections and in that moment you realised this man was a gift from the gods and you would happily marry him.

“Yes I will marry you.” You giggled happily before pressing a kiss to his lips.

[tryingtoremembermyname]

« i wish i wasn’t so angry all the time. »

[ubbesbabymama]

We have a problem.

↳ Pairing. Ivar the Boneless.

↳ Summary. In where Ivar despises how much he admires you.

↳ Word count. 1.9K.

↳ Warnings. Mention of violence(? I mean, the show is violent, heated moment but not smut.

↳ Note. You could say it’s kind of an enemies to lovers, but a bad one so sorry for that.

For the love of the gods, he despises you. You make him use his manners even when he doesn’t feel like it, you make him say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ as if he’s not your king, and you even give him the same look his brothers uses to give him when he gave an idea and they didn’t even think about it. He definitely hates you.

But he’s not going to attempt to harm you, oh he will never.

“Get ready, we’re going to study the battlefield,” He says when his army and you are finished making camp in England.

He grunts when you ignore him, instead holding your cup to a thrall so she can fill it with some ale.

“Please,” He murmurs.

“Great, let’s go my king.” You chant, standing up and starting to walk to one of the horses, with some men following you. He rolls his eyes.

“I hate when you do that,” He says when you both are already on the way to the field where the fight is gonna take place.

“You may be my king but I’m not a slave, you treat me like an equal even if we are not in your eyes.” You say.

You are his strongest warrior, his right hand if we are being honest, with the hate and everything. He’s certain that you’re a far better tactician than he is and that same methodical thinking that he has is what makes you the second most dangerous person in his kingdom, after him. You never show your full potential but your smug attitude towards him is enough to know that you are what you talk, and for that he hates you. Because he admires you so much that he can’t help but to put you in the same position he has his father.

“Oh, a wood I see,” You murmur with a smirk.

“It will be difficult to fight here,” He says.

“Say who?” You ask and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Look around, my king.”

And he does, he looks around trying to see whatever the fuck you’re seeing but he can’t think of a decent strategy that involves these enormous trees.

“You have lost your mind, we definitely can’t fight here.” He shrugs and you sigh.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Watch your mouth.” He snaps, his breathing already increasing at the anger starting to bubble inside of him.

“I said, don’t be stupid,” You repeat slowly, making sure that you pronounce every word and he swears that if it wasn’t because of how much he needs your skills you would be dead right there and then. “This time we brought more archers than we usually do.”

You get off your horse and start walking to a tree that it’s easy to climb. Ivar looks at you with curiosity.

“They will expect us to fight them there,” You point to where the land doesn’t have trees. “For that’s the way we normally fight, but we can give them a welcome before the real fight. Lower their number as much as we can.”

“With archers.” He hums and you nod, taking your own arch and arrow and aiming at him.

“With archers.” You murmur and he smiles when you shoot, hitting a deer that was several meters away from him. “That will definitely be a good way of starting the fight.”

“Starting? You just want to start the fight here?” He asks, watching you walk to him after climbing off the tree.

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes and he sighs for the nth time. “We will have men where is clear and men hiding along the path from where they are gonna come from. We will force them to fight here, if they try to run back they will face our men, and if they try to run straight…”

“They will face our men.” Ivar murmurs, smirking.

He doesn’t see you again till the next day when is the time to fight, he made sure everybody was aware of the plan and made sure to position you by his side, to keep an eye on you he says.

“You know I can defend myself right?” You tell him when you’re on positions.

“And?”

“You always put me by your side when we are fighting,” You say and he ignores that, looking straight to where the enemy is supposed to get intercepted by the archers. “If you want to protect me so much just say it.”

“Who says I want to protect you?” He snarls with feigned disgust. “I have to, for I remind you that you’re my second in command.”

“Are you sure, my king?” You chuckle and he looks at you. “Are you sure that’s all I am?”

He hates you. Because you know that all his hate is a fucking acting to hide his true feelings, because you know he dies to have you and you use that to your advantage to get under his skin.

“And if you’re more so what?” He snaps.

“Then go to my tent if I make it out alive.” You laugh, and just in time some of the enemies come from out of the wood.

And just like you said, it was a small number, the others were probably dead or fighting with the other group of warriors on the other side.

“Let’s do this, my king.” You say excited, and he smiles. You adore to fight.

You fight without a care in the world, laughing, smiling and enjoying the slaughtering you were making, with him not too far away watching your back by throwing his axe and making a slaughtering of his own.

His army win, as he imagined, and he can’t be more proud of his army, and you.

Late at night he finds himself crawling to your tent, finding you taking a bandage off your thigh, showing a kind of deep wound.

“I didn’t see that earlier, when did you get it?” He asks, not waiting for you to give him permission to enter and doing it anyways, he sits in front of you.

“I didn’t say you can come in.”

“When. Did. You. Get. It.” He grunts. He can’t believe you got hurt when he was supposed to be protecting you without your knowledge.

“It was when we were making sure they were all dead, one used his last breath to try to do some damage and he cut me. It’s not as deep as it seems, it’s just that it opened when I was moving around.” You explain.

He crawls a little more till he’s sitting sideways in front of your open legs. It’s just now that he realizes that you’re just wearing an undergarment, a really thin one.

With shaky hands he takes the bowl with a cloth that you have on the floor and just when he’s gonna start cleaning the open wound he gets distracted with the amount of skin on display, his stare going up so slowly he’s sure you notice. And you do.

“You came into my tent to see my chest, my king?” You say in a mocking tone and he looks to the cloth in his hand.

He stays like that till he feels your hand on his chin, making him look up. You shrug.

“At least clean my wound first and the you’ll have all time in the world to stare,” He abruptly moves his face from your grip and you laugh.

But he puts the bowl on the floor and climbs onto your bed, sitting by your side and forcing himself to show confidence when he takes your leg and put it on his thigh, you take the bowl for him, not giving attention to the fact that the little dress scrunched up with your new position.

Slowly, with a patience he doesn’t have he starts to clean your wound, grimacing like he’s the one in pain when he feels you sucking a breath. Then, he takes the clean bandage and wrap it nicely around the wound and stay there, with his hands on your knee and thigh. He looks at you.

“You gave me permission to come in.” He murmur and you frown.

“I didn’t.”

“Before you jumped on killing the saxons, you did,” You raise your eyebrows remembering. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have come.”

“Right.”

You stay in a confused silence, confused because you seem to be in peace while he’s nervous and fidgeting with the closeness.

“What’s wrong, are you injured too?” You ask.

“We have a problem.”

“Uh? Something’s wrong?” You sit straight and just when you are going to put the leg down he stops you.

“I want to lay with you.” You suck a breath, just because you didn’t really believe he would give the first step. “For more than one time.”

“What does that mean?” He looks at you like he does everyday, wanting to shake your pettiness.

“It means that I want to be your man, and have you for myself everyday, not just for one night. I want to make you my queen, that’s what it means.” He says everything in one breath and this is the first time that he actually leaves you speechless. “I want you to just… go to bed with me.”

You stay silent, watching his hands and not looking up not even when he squeezes your thigh. He starts to fidget again.

“And where’s the problem in everything you just said?” You murmur.

“Uh?”

“You said we have a problem, where is it?” You ask him and he rolls his eyes.

“The problem is that a cripple wants you, the most powerful shieldmaiden in my whole army,” He grunts. “A man that can’t fucking satisfy—,”

“There you go being stupid again,” You snort softly, while simultaneously moving till you are straddling him and letting him rest his back on your bed, you lean till both of your chests are touching. “Let me remind you that I been knowing you for a long time and I know firsthand that it can work.”

“That’s not true.” He whispers, grabbing your hips.

“I have seen you spy on me when we are raiding and I have to bathe on rivers and trust me,” He looks behind you, not wanting to look you in the eyes. “I could see that it works.”

He grips your hips again and just when he is about to say something foul out of embarrassment you crash your lips with his and right away he moans, his left hand flying to grab the back of your neck to keep you in place, wanting to dominate you but the way you roll your hips distract him.

“Fuck…” He whispers when you bite his lower lip, he softly slaps your ass and you moan in his mouth.

“Again, please,” You whisper and he does just that, smacking your ass again while attentively watching your expression, he does it again. “Fuck, my king.”

He gives you one hard smack that has you gasping, you look at him and he’s dead serious.

“My name.”

“Ivar.”

“Exactly.” You sigh and lean to give him a sweet kiss. “That’s the name that should be leaving your lips.”

“We have another problem.” You murmur right into his mouth.

“What is it?” He whispers, entertained with your ass, caressing it.

“I have to put up with you from now on.”

He grunts.

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Taking Care…

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: none, maybe a tiny bit of angst?

Words: 844

A comfortable silence surrounded them as they watched the fire burn. Her fingers softly combing through his dark hair, making his eyes closed in satisfaction. Chuckling softly she watched him, watching how his lashes barely brushed his cheeks, how his mouth held the smallest smile, barely visible but still there. A low disproving hum escaped him as she stopped brushing through his, letting her hand just rest on top of his hair, feeling for any remaining braids she couldn't see in the light.

Opening one eye, he shot her a glare making her try to hide her giggle, placing one hand over his eyes, shushing him. Smiling softly he leaned back into her, letting her continue her work. Humming a soft tune she concentrated back on his hair, making sure it wasn't knotted anymore, before rinsing it with water again, watching the last of blood wash out of it. Biting her lip in worry of it being his own, she again thread her fingers through his hair, carefully feeling for any sign of a wound.

Softly taking her hand that was covering his eyes he brought it down to his mouth, kissing her palm lovingly, calming her nerves slightly making her sigh in relief. She was used to treating his wounds, but the ones on his head still worried her the most, not knowing what it could cause to the parts she didn't see. Still placing soft, featherly kisses on her palm and each of her finger tips, the young man couldn't help but keep his eyes closed, leaning into her touch, letting her take care of him.

They both barely said a word when he came back, just needing to feel each other close. Needing to be in the safe haven they created with one another. Tugging on his hair, she grinned down at him with a glimmer of mischievous in her eyes as his own fluttered open to find hers, his heart melting at the sight in front of him. His lover looking down at him with the most truest admiration, her lips pulled into a grin as she tugged on his hair to get his attention, not wanting to break the oh so comforting silence.

Raising an eyebrow he felt his own lips pull into a small smile. Leaning down she placed a soft kiss onto his cheek, leaving a trail of kisses in their as she made her way to his lips. Leaving tingles in their wakening, making the young king shiver slightly under her touch. As her lips finally reached his, he couldn't contain himself as he cupped the back of her neck, pulling he closer, deepening the kiss. Soft gasps slipped out of her mouth making him catch them with the kiss, smirking softly.

With heaving chests, Ivar let his hand slip onto her cheek, caressing the skin softly, making her smile tenderly at him. Her eyes held love. The love he never thought he'd receive. The love he knew was shining even brighter in his own eyes when he looked at her.

"I was so scared, Ivar." Her hand softly playing with his hair, not having the strength to find his eyes anymore. Showing weakness was something so fragile, they both still weren't sure wether it was alright for them to be so open about their fears. Ivars eyes softened as he heaved himself into the position opposite her, taking her hands. "Whatever for?" Worry settled on his features as her eyes welled with tears. Shaking her head she realized how hideous her fear was. He was Ivar the boneless, nothing could or would be able to hurt him. He was protected by the gods.

But as the months went on her fear started to settle in, more reason flooded her mind. What if the gods suddenly stopped protecting him, making him vincible, easier to hurt. More months passed and the fear was causing her many sleepless nights, making her visit the seer almost daily, slowly starting to obsess over her husbands wellbeing. Ivar was fragile, he wouldn't admit it but he was and she knew it. The whites in his eyes turning blue, his bones breaking, being her biggest fear.

A small tear slipped down her as she turned her head away from him. "You need someone strong, I shouldn't worry." Chuckling softly he pulled her onto his lap, being careful enough not to put too much weight on his legs. “What I need is for my wife to worry about me when I’m gone for battle.” His fingers now drawing small shapes softly on the outside of her thighs. A small smile now finds its way onto her face as she nuzzled her head into his neck, inhaling his scent, calming herself.

Smiling to himself Ivar began running his hair through her tangled hair, an evidence that she, again, was spending more time taking care of him and his needs than tending to her own. Placing a featherly kiss onto the top of her hair, he hushed her quietly, stopping her thoughts from torturing her.

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┊┋ Pairing: Ubbe x OC

┊┋ Series Summary: "I see you'll create a legacy and

┊┋when you knew your end is coming, that’s when you

┊┋start lacking in the one wish you desired the most

┊┋because of your adventurous ways”, the tone in the

┊┋child’s voice as she spoke to the great Ragnar with the

┊┋winds flowing through her silver black hair that would

┊┋gently swiftly moves in the wind with the hues of her

┊┋white like grey slate eyes knowing her destiny would

┊┋ soon start dealing with the sons of Ragnar.

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┊┋ Chap I~ The Valkyrie Cries~

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~790 AD~

Ever hear the cries of the Valkyries when they appear to the slain who earned their rightful place in Vahalla where they are greeted at a feast with the mighty Odin himself? What if there were rumors amongst the dead that this year would be the birth of a Valkyrie, a very resurrection of one of his faithful Valkyrie that was one of The Third of his Norns as this child earned the name of a goddess being that embodiment of that very Goddess of fate?

Heard the cries of a woman who accumulated bullets of sweat on her forehead joining the excruciating pain sent to the woman as the other women tended to her in a small wooden cobblestone home as she was on the journey of giving birth, Some were standing by her with just a white cloth dampened from the waters of a wooden bowl replacing the cloths with a new dampened cloth to keep her body cool helping her and praying to the gods that shell have a safe birth. The iron lock on the door clinked as the door burst open causing the reaction of the women to look over in the direction to see a man standing wearing a black tunic with a worried look on his face as the cries continue.

"How is she? What is news about the baby? Will the baby make it?" I heard the unsettling tones coming from his voice as one of the women tried their best to calm him down the pregnant woman's cries were heard in the background causing his concerned looks, "I assure you everything is alright, the baby is healthy and is ready to make its entrance onto the sight of the gods", As the words fell from the woman's perched slightly dry pink lips which put an ease to the Male. "Ást Mín", hearing her quivering voice call out towards the male when her sights set upon him, the male comes running over quickly as soon as he heard her call his nickname.

Falling on his knees beside their shared bed with her hand reaching out to him he successfully grabbed a hold to gradually smile at them two seeing each happily in love, "heart mín", he spoke softly unto her receiving a kiss on her wet forehead and tasting the faint salt taste on his lips, she felt his lips feeling the tension ease up feeling happy and upon the excitement ready to have this baby with the women prepared for the delivery of the baby. As they started the procedure, telling her to push as she did with her love holding her hand feeling the pressure she sent squeezing his hand while using all her strength to push forth while the other woman who was wiping the sweat from her forehead and neck gracefully, motivating her to continue with her pushing.

She almost succeeded in the delivery as the woman told her Just one more push to go the woman took a breather nodding in understanding keeping a tight grip on her love hand while he encouraged her that she was doing great giving him whispers in her ear and kisses on her forehead and cheek. Giving one last push she screamed out using all her strength and might before hearing a screeching cry of a baby, covered in its mother's vernix as the women who helped deliver the baby wrapped in a blue thick linen blanket cleaned the baby up from the white creamy transparent substance it was covered in. Holding the child in her arms she checks and sees a small smile that grows into a bright beautiful smile turning around to the couple as the tired mother and the anticipating father look back at the woman, "The Gods have blessed you with a baby girl!" Walking over to give the new parents their newborn daughter, seeing the beautiful radiant color of her skin that resembles the embers of the fire that still burns until it's only a speck of dust, with eyes like snow seeing the White like grey slate hues color of her eyes as there were silver streaks in her black milky hair earning a smile from her parents as her mother held her, "My Love shes beautiful", The Mother whispered towards to her love seeing the smile on his face as he slowly reached out wanting to hold her daughter to which The Mother lets him gently handing her over to him to his tall scrawny like stature held in his arms of embrace as he looks down to his daughter.

As the father held his newborn daughter starring her in awe flashes of visions started to appear in his mind for he was the seer with his shamanic abilities, seeing through these visions of a dark raven along with Valkyrie standing who was a goddess looking towards him before her eyes reverted to the baby giving him a nod before a flash as he saw an up close face with a man who was missing an eye speaking out to him saying "A Valkyrie rests on the rock in sleep, flickering fire flames about her with the sleep-thorn Ygg her erst did prick, other heroes she felled than he had willed, for her name of That Which Shall Be", Speaking with the deeped groggy tone of his voice speaking unto the man hearing the growls of the draugr in the background before his visions came to a clear where he comes back to his love and his daughter who was now calm after the cries she was speaking, The Father took one look at her, "I have a name that Odin himself have gifted me with, Through her beauty giving as she was blessed by Freyja herself, i have seen of our beautiful daughters future that will be an epic adventure but will be challenging that only her will have to figure out herself, for a name that comes from a Valkyrie, she rides to choose who shall be slain & govern the killings. I blessed the name Skuld Draugr coming from the youngest norn and powerful Valkyrie along with her dark aura of the strength of a Draugr. She will be one of the strongest women who will be the guide of men", the father spoke earning a smile from his love, loving the name Skuld Draugr but earning the sense of trepidation knowing what may come to him and her.

Midnight has fallen upon the couple after the delivery, The Mother and Father were fast asleep in their shared bed covered up in animal hides blankets as Skuld was in her made basinet who was peacefully sleeping until hearing in the distantce of men yells which caused the male to awake from his slumber hearing the rumbling sounds as they get closer seeing out of the window looking upon ball of light getting closer which were torches that were being carried by men, seeing the action caused the man to be afraid as he quickly woke up his dear love, grabbing a few things for her she was confused as to why he looked in the disarrayed state with confusion and grew worried in her, "My Beloved what wr-", As her words cut off short hearing the commotion outside before she came back from her love shoving her things in her face, "There no time to talk, you and Skuld need to leave Kattegat immediately", with his voice sounding scared hearing the shudder in his voice as there was no time to for an explanation as she picks up a now disturbed Skuld crying since her slumber was interrupted by her mother sudden lift into her arms as you could see the tear in her eyes falling from her face as they hugged and kissed each other one last time don't know if this is farewell forever as their eyes that were glassy from the tears looking at each other with their heart sinking one by one.

With her now running in the dark woods, she comes to a halt seeing from a distance their shared home was now being raided by Vikings the torches surrounded their home seeing them bring their beloved out of their own by force before they realized the wife & their daughter was not in there which her feet starts picking back up running once again now knowing she was gonna get hunted down heading down towards a vacant shore which she comes to seeing and empty boat, with no time to waste she gets in the boat placing down of what little belongings she had left while holding her daughter in the other arm, grabbing the oars started to move the boat with the gravity of the water she held her daughter close feeling the tears pouring from her face knowing her love will not be with him, and Skuld will not have her father watching her grow.

After a successful mission putting Skuld back to sleep the process of falling asleep herself, startled as she was when the boat hit something which caused her to wake up seeing land upon her as the sky returned to a bright light shining down her melanin skin she looked around seeing some people walking back with baskets of clothes or some carrying some food materials, she recognizes the place in the instant as she could smell the grassy mildew as she arrived in Götaland.

~793 AD, 3 Decades Later~

In the South of Svealand, in Scandinavia I heard the cheerful giggles of a little girl and bark coming from a dog seeing a now 3-year-old Skuld smiling from top to bottom playing with a fluffy rather big dog who was gray and white earning a smile from a woman who looked like she was in her mid-20s seeing how her golden brown wavy hair went all the way down to her back watching Skuld playing with the dog that seems to belong to the woman, She seems interested in my dog huh Skadi?, she spoke with her lips perched looking back at her shield maiden who was the mother of Skuld, as she looks upon her daughter given like playful at her nature, ever since upon arriving in götaland seeking shelter to which she was blessed to be picked by princess Aslaug to be her shield maiden and servant in return shelter for her and her child as Skadi learned how to use a sword by her father when she was a youngling which it grabbed her advantage as she became one of Aslaugs shield maiden. Coming back to the present, watching her daughter play making her smile remembering when she was just a baby, I do agree with you princess, As the words fell from her lips as for the other shield maidens that came along in protection of their beautiful princess Aslaug. "I wondered what it was like to bore children to see their cute-like stature growing until they grew strong among many men and women", Aslaug spoke with such curiosity while looking at Skuld, Skadi looked at Aslaug wondering what was going on in her mind before feeling her lips part, "your grace, it is like any parents who bore a child or children of their own, as the gods above have blessed them with beautiful kids that fill their heart with love and care, wanting for their kids to have the world see the beauty of kid. Will sacrifice anything to protect their own, I believe like Your grace parents when they had you princess", Skadi spoke like a true mother would, speaking from the heart of her soul as Aslaug looked over to Skadi giving her a lovely smile.

"I know your graces loved her parents by the way she will speak so highly of them while they feast with Odin in Valhalla", Skadi added knowing Aslaug loved being praised by others for her obsequious clever nature, before Aslaug stood up from her seat and getting undressed to bath in the clear river waters before her eyes. "Skuld!" Skadi called beckoning for her daughter to come, Skuld came to a halt from playing with Aslaug's dog to now finding herself running to her mother, hearing the cute giggles as she looked up seeing her mother who squatted down before her at eye level with her daughter, "While our princess bathes would you mind going out into the forest grabbing some black crowberry & red raspberry, knowing how you love when mommy fixes that sweet treat she always makes for you?", Hearing the words she was hearing her eyes lit up nodding in excitement as a brown linen pouch fell into Skulds hand before Skadi sends her off trusting in her daughter that she knows how to get back in safe arms.

Skulds now with instructions in the forest to find the berries she needs grabbing a handful before hearing upon her ears as she hears twigs snapping from a distance before she knew it that's when she turned around seeing upon her a man, whose eyes glittered like the oceans, when her visions started as her journey as a völva became to be...

[emmyrosee]

Alex Hogh Andersen

GOOD CHARACTERS DON’T BELIEVE THEYRE BAD. 

fanfics

n/a

drabbles

Most Important Person 

Autumn Photoshoot

Demanding Snuggles

So Many Kisses! 

Little Crushes 

Even More Kisses

Bad Boy, Big Heart

Short Hair, Do Care

Not-So Platonic

Sweet Kisses

Stolen Shirts

Drunken Flirts

Rough Housing

Christmas Magic

   Christmas Eve Teaching

Date Night Paranoia

Sweet Needy Clinging

Waxing 

Making Dinner

BFF! Alex, BFF! Marco & You

NSFW content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI

Budior Pictures

Hair Pulling

From the Back

Distracting Him

Making You Crack

Morning Views

Wake Up Calls

Forbidden Love

[hellisateenagewerewolf]

VIKINGS

AGATHA THE SLAYER

Hell is a woman scorned

She was crazy but he made her evil

And together they made terror

Born daughter of King Ragnar and Shield maiden Lagertha, Agatha is forced to part from her mother, after being marked as evil by the seer. Being told to kill her child or her own death will come, lagertha refuses and send her child to Kattegat to grow along side the woman that broke her family apart, her half brothers, and Father.

Growing in Kattegat and learning her heritage doesn’t come easy when growing into a young woman. Puberty and Crazy don’t mix and when they do hell is destined. Agatha must learn to get along with her overbearing family. But still be head strong and gain her way to the top of her throne, QUEEN AGATHA THE SLAYER , even if it’s her brother and father using her as a pawn in their own political schemes.

Settings : Viking Era

Warning: 18+

Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic  

Pairings: Ivar Ragnarsson, Agatha Lagerthasdottir , Hvitserk Ragnarsson  

[aissa-snapped]

Vikings and Hairstylists

Summary:You get the opportunity to work on the set of Vikings. But when you meet your celebrity crush, how will you react? Will anything happen between you two?

A/N This was so exicitng for me to write. I hope yall will enjoy this as much as I did.

Word count:8795

You couldn`t believe it. You got the job! This was so unbelievable, that you kept repeating the memory of how it went down.

You were fresh out of Beauty School, looking for a job. Ever since you started watching hair braiding tutorials on youtube, which was a few years back, you found a new passion for hair. You watched every hair video, hair routine, hair products reviews there was on the internet, and you couldn`t wait to one day become a famous hairstylist, specializing in braids and giving people the hair of their dreams.

With that in mind, you were trying to gather your thoughts and come up with a strategic plan that could allow you to launch a career in this field. Maybe I should ask around at salons to take me in as an assistant. That would give me a good start. You thought. Many people started off as just that, hairstylist assistants. But that was not to be looked down upon, for it was the best way to practice and learn more tricks.

You were getting tired, and decided to just let the idea rest at the back of your head, and switched to scrolling through Instagram. It was as if the Gods were guiding you towards your path, because it was at that very moment that you opened the app, that you saw something that was a clear sign of the Higher Beings listening to your cries.

`` FELLOW VIKINGS FANS, WE ARE ANNOUNCING SOMETHING VERY EXCITING. WE ARE OFFERING OUR FANS A CHANCE TO COME ON SET AND WORK WITH THE AMAZING VIKINGS TEAM. WE ARE HAVING 5 OPEN SPOTS FOR NEW HAIRSTYLISTS, TO COME AND WORK CLOSELY WITH OUR CAST. REQUIREMENTS: -A DIPLOMA THAT LEGALLY ALLOWS THE PERSON TO WORK AS A Hairstylist and -A PORTOFOLIO OF PREVIOUS HAIRSTYLES DONE ON VARIOUS TYPES OF HAIR ( LONG, SHORT, CURLY,STRAIGHT) SEND US YOUR PORTOFOLIO TO OUR E-MAIL, ALONG WTH A VIDEO OF YOURSELF DOING AN INTRICATE BRAID (YOU CAN USE A REAL PERSON OR A MANNEQUIN) WE WILL SEND AN E-MAIL TO THE 5 LUCKY PEOPLE WHO WON THE CONTEST.

It was utterly shocking. Mouth agape, you re-read the announcement at least ten times, before finally squealing in happiness. You were a HUGE fan of the TV series Viking, hence you were trembling, and with shaky hands, you closed your phone, taking deep breaths in and out to calm yourself.

Moments later, with a clear head, you re-read the requirements, and frowned at the one year experience requirement. Your beauty school lasted exactly one year, and you had to also help at the salon you were studying at, so you wondered if that can count as experience. As for the portofolio, you had done some amazing hairstyles on your models, and, thank the Gods, you were now more than ever grateful for the fact that youve had this inclination towards braids, because half of your phones gallery was full with photos of you doing all sorts of braid variations on your friends. You even took inspiration from the show, and tried to recreate one of the most complex braids on your models. So your portofolio was pretty solid.

It had been days after you sent the requested things to the Vikings e-mail, and you couldnt sit still for not even one second. You kept checking your e-mail, your Instagram dms every hour, fidgeting with your phone all day long. You told your family and closest friend about this of course, and they were all very happy you found this opportunity, tho you could tell by their eyes that they felt sympathy for you, knowing you`d never get selected out of all thousands of fans out there.

And you, too, started to believe it slowly, after each day passed away without any feedback from the Vikings team. So you decided you wouldn`t sulk around, and you started enjoying your free time by meeting up with your girlfriends and forgetting you even submitted the e-mail.

Until one day, when it was late and you checked your e-mail for a confirmation code for an app, that you saw another e-mail had been sent, and when you saw who was it from, you almost threw your phone up to the ceiling, almost smashing it in excitement. The Vikings team had written back to you, expressing their amazement and eagerness to have you as a new member of their team.

And now you were on a plane, on your way to Dublin, to start working on the set of Vikings. This was still so surreal, you had to hold back giggles and excitement, not wanting to look like a maniac to the other people around. Oh, if only they knew where you were going.

Once youve landed and got your baggage, you were met with a large crowd of people, each standing and waiting for someone. You glanced around the crowd, until you noticed a man in a black, fancy suit and a woman standing next to him, holding a big sign with your name on it. You rolled your baggage over there, greeting both of them politely. '' Hello there. I am Emily. And this is Kevin, one of the drivers. We will take you to the hotel now, and in the meantime, I will explain to you briefly tomorrows schedule.'' She smiled kindly, putting a hand on your back and guiding you towards the exit, while Kevin took the baggage for you, carrying it towards the car.

The ride was about twenty five minutes, enough for Emily to give you a rundown of how everything works around there. Tomorrow, you were going to be picked up by the same driver at around 5 am, and then taken to the set. You were going to meet Shaila, the main stylist, who will guide you and show you what you have to do. It seemed easy enough, only, you couldn`t believe you were going to meet the actors you were only used to seeing on TV. You were especially nervous to meet Alex, who plays Ivar. Emily also explained how the filming of season 5 was beginning officially tomorrow, and that you would witness first hand how the magic happens.

Once you reached the hotel, you glanced at the name. Conrad Dublin. 5 Stars. Damn It looked extremely luxurious. You were dearly hoping you wouldn`t be the one paying for the stay.

Emily helped you check in, while Kevin brought in your luggage.

'' This is yours.'' She handed you a keycard, with the numbers 203 on it. '' Today is your free day. As its only 3 in the afternoon, you can feel free to explore the area. The center is less than a kilometer away. Theres tons of pubs around here, stores, supermarkets. The company will take care of your bills for the room. Unfortunately, we do not offer an included breakfast pack with the stay, but seeing you are on set more than half a day, we have a buffet there, so you don't have to worry about that. my suggestion, don't stay up too late. Go to sleep earlier, and don't forget, be out here before 5. Other than that…'' She trailed off, seemingly trying to think if she told you everything you needed to know. '' Well, I guess that`s it. Feel free to explore the city. Bye.'' She waved and left with Kevin.

You went to your room, plopping down on your bed. It was a small hotel room, but honestly who cared? It was so luxurious, and so well kept, you were at first afraid to touch anything. You inhaled the fresh smell of the sheets, sighing in contentment.

You wondered, were you the only one staying at the hotel? Or were there other cast/crew members?

You took a nice cold shower, trying to get off that travel dirt off of you. You got out of the shower all energized, ready to go for a little stroll. Changing in a simple oversized shirt, with a David Bowie picture on it, and comfy sweatpants, you grabbed your phone, placing your keycard inside your phonecase and took the elevator down to the lobby.

Taking a brisk walk, you took every second to glance at various buildings, appreciating the infrastructure. As Emily said, there were tons of pubs, and in your 10 minute walk, you saw at least 5. You loved the Dublin atmosphere. For a capital city, it wasnt as crowded or as loud as you would have guessed. Or maybe that was just because you werent necessarily in a touristic area.

You decided to turn back around, after 30 minutes of walking, deciding this was enough walking. On your way back home, you stopped at a supermarket, called Fresh and bought some junk food that would get you going until the next day.

You finally reached your hotel room, plopping onto the bed yet again and turned on the TV, for some background noise. You opened your bag of chips, along with you store bought coffee, and started snacking, while texting your family, letting them know you got to the hotel all safely. When it was around 10 pm, you decided you should listen to Emily, and go to sleep.

You were rudely snapped out of your deep sleep by your alarm, ringing insistently. With a grunt, you quickly turned it off, and after a few seconds of staying motionless, you rolled out of bed with a long sigh. You brushed your teeth, washed your face with some cold water, to get the puffiness out of your eyes to go down, and then went straight to the pre-established clothes you decided on wearing the previous night. You weren`t aware of any dresscodes, so you decided not to overdress, nor underdress. So your final decision was a pair of clean, simple jeans, a plain white shirt, and a pair of green converse. You hoped this would suffice. Grabbing your handy-dandy backpack, packed with your essentials, you headed towards the exit of the building.

It was really chilly outside. The sun wasn't even up yet, and well, considering it was still 4 50 am, it wasn't a shocker. Down at the lobby, you couldn't see anybody. Not even the receptionist.

A couple of chuckles were heard behind you, and you turned to see a group of 4 girls coming up to you.

'' Hey… You don't happen to be the new hairstylist…for you-know what, do you?'' A blonde girl asked.

You were wondering if thee girls were the other 4 contestants that won. '' For… The.. Show you mean?'' You asked directly. The other 3 girls giggled, and the blonde one smiled. '' Yeah. That`s what I meant. I had to make sure you're not just a random person. You see, we signed some papers, that forbid us to tell other people where we actually work.''

'' Oh..really?''

'' Yeah. Anyway, I am Aurora. The ginger one is Phoebe, that one is Amalia and Cassie.'' She presented, pointing to a curly haired girl, with ginger hair, respectively two brunettes, one with long hair, Cassie and the short haired brunette Amalia.

'' Yn.'' You replied timidly, slightly intimidated by how beautiful these girls were.

You 5 started chatting, asking each other basic questions, such as how and why you got into this field, for how long, and other personal ones, until you were interrupted by the arrival of Kevin, who waited patiently and silently for you all to climb into his vehicle. He greeted you all with a short mornin and then remained silent throughout the whole car ride, that was fortunately filled with the conversations struck by the girls.

Half an hour later, you came to a stop, somewhere far from the city, on a hill, that looked pretty much like it was in the middle of nowhere. But at a second glace, you notice, you were in some form of parking, for there were many cars around the place, scattered messily over a mile, and tons of trailers at a walking distance. You girls were guided by Kevin through a little gate, who was guarded by a security man, and after checking your ID`s, you were told to go find trailer number 13.

You felt your nerves resurfacing. You were actually here. On the set of one of the most streamed shows. Luckily, you werent completely alone, as you had the new found girls by your side. You all found the trailer, and by public demand, you were chosen to be the one to knock on the door. Shakily, you used your knuckles to hit the door two times, hoping someone inside heard it. After you all heard a faintcome in`, you opened the door and stepped into the trailer, with the rest of the girls following you.

Once inside, you noticed three typical hair stations you'd see at any salon, with a mirror each, and pictures of the actors with the hair on. At last, you glanced at the far end of the trailer, bent down, a woman. She quickly stood up, and that's when you finally glanced over her frame. She was a woman in her mid 40s, with a chubbier figure, mid length hair, with some blonde highlights all over. She looked very kind, like a mother that would bake you cookies every day.

'' `Ello girls. I'm Shaila. The main hairstylist. '' She shook hands with every girl, listening in return for each of their names.

'' Right. So let's get straight to it. This is the first week of filming season 5. We have an awful lot of new characters, and old ones that need an upgrade. Today is Monday. We don't usually film on Mondays. We test new hairstyles, see what works, what doesnt. We prepare for the shooting days. Michael told me about the contest. Ever since I told him we need more stylists, he's been doing the most to gather some new ones. The thing is girls,'' at this, she was giving you all a nervous look. '' This week you 5 will be on probation. That means, by the end of week, we will announce which one of you will be staying here permanently. I know the announcement said 5 people will be working here, but truth is, in the meantime, we have found 4 other stylists that are more familiar with working on a movie/TV show set. But, we are in need of one more. So you have until Friday to do your best, impress us and we will decide who will get the post.'' She finished, studying each girl independently. There was a dull silence.

You glanced at Aurora, next to you, but she was looking down. Shaila was waiting for someone to ask a question, but after a few moments, she took the silence as a que to speak again.

'' Alright. So each one of you will be working closely to one of the other main stylist. I am now going to tell you who is going in which trailer.'' She then proceeded to assign each girl to a separate trailer. '' You Yn, will be working in this trailer with me. Alright… Now-'' she glanced at her watch.

'' Oh dear, we need to hurry. It`s 5:30. The cast will be here any minute. You girls go ahead. We will see each other at lunch. '' She shooed them off, shutting the door behind them. Once you were left alone with Shaila, she turned around and grinned at you.

''So… Yn. Beautiful name. Unique. Here let me show you.'' She pointed at each seat. '' In this trailer, we work always on the same three people. Look here.'' Glancing at her pointy finger, you followed it and saw there were several pictures with whom you recognized as the Ragnarsons, with the focus on their hair, from different angles.

'' We mainly work on Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar`s character here…'' She trailed off. '' You know who they are I assume?'' You nodded quickly.

'' My colleague, Peter, works alongside me. And you see, Ivars hair was, so far, short. So there wasnt much to do. But as for this season, we are going to change his hairstyle, because his hair has grown out some more and we have more options. You see, as characters evolve, so does their hair. So we were in need of someone new to work with us. Because without a third stylist here, it would be too difficult for us two to finish their hair on time.''

With widened eyes, you looked at her, amazed that you will be meeting one of your favorite characters in a few. You nodded along with everything Shaila was saying, to show her you were paying attention.

Soon enough, Peter joined you two. He was a rather tall scrawny man, short gingered hair and a slight beard coming through. He was super funny, and very energetic, for the fact that it was this early in the morning. But that could`ve also been an added factor from the coffee in his hand.

You were getting more nervous by the minute, knowing the three main characters of the show would be walking in at any given moment. Peter and Shaila were conversing casually, not the least bit worried or nervous, as you were. Which was understandable. They`ve been here for quite a long time.

Lacing at your smartwatch, you felt your heart jolting, when you heard faint masculine voices, fastly approaching the trailer. Now, more than ever, you felt as if your heart would jump right out of your body. With a loud creak, the trailer`s door was forcefully opened, in stepping the boisterous boys. You first saw a bearded man, with his sides shaved, and a base cap on, greeting Shaila and Peter. Second, you saw a young man with quite longer hair than the first one, holding a beer in his hand, and laughing obnoxiously loud at someone behind him. And then, you saw… Him.

Your celebrity crush, the most handsome man youve ever set eyes on. He was talking in a language you couldnt comprehend. Must be Danish. Sporting a simple black shirt, and grey sweatpants, hair in an improvised man bun, he stepped into the trailer last, shutting the door loudly behind him.

The boys all struck up a conversation with Shaila, while each going to their assigned chairs. It was only after another minute, and Shaila mentioning there`s someone else in the trailer, that they all glanced at you, through their respective mirrors.

You made yourself look as small as possible, for it was under their gazes that you felt like a little mouse in a wolf`s den, if that makes sense. They all smiled at you, and one by one, got up from their seats and lined up to greet and shake hands with you.

'' Jordan Patrick. Nice to meet you.'' The bearded man presented himself, giving you a firm handshake. You could hear a very strong Australian accent from him. '' Yn.'' You said quietly, hoping he won't make you repeat it. '' Marco.'' The second man seemed to have a little smirk on his face, and took it a step further and kissed the back of your hand.

You blushed furiously, even forgetting to say your name back. Last, but not least, Alex approached you. '' Alex. Nice to meet you.'' He grinned, waiting for you to shake hands, but when you reached out, he instead put his arms around you, pulling you into a bear hug. You took a second to react, and when you came back to your senses, you hugged him back, but not with the same intensity, as you feared you would come off as a crazy fan. Your cheeks were so hot, you could feel it.

When he pulled away, he winked at you, and when he turned around, he grinned at Marco. He got seated back in between Marco and Jordan, looking at the former. ''Fik hende til at rødme'' He said something to Marco, not that you could understand it, and he started laughing while Marco was scoffing, almost jokingly. ( Made her blush)

Shaila showed you how a normal day looks like in the trailer, explaining theoretically and visually how she worked on the boys hair. She showed you reference photos and other sketches of how she was imagining Ivar`s hair this season.

'' I want to start today with something simple. Can you do Dutch braids?'' She asked. You nodded promptly.

'' Good. Please start with a central braid, and then two smaller Dutch braids on each side of his hair.'' She showed you, using her fingers, where she imagined each section to start and end.

With clammy hands, ( you quickly wiped them on your jeans, trying to be discreet) you picked your rat tail comb, and started sectioning the central part for the braid. While doing so, Alex was watching your every movement, making it even more difficult for you to calm down.

Once you had each section parted and clipped out of the way, you slowly started working on the biggest braid. The first few strands of the braid were beginning to create the shape of the it, and you were getting into your element. Before you even realized it, you had the first braid finished, and began working on the side ones.

The other actors were chatting with each other, occasionally Shaila piping in, or Peter saying a very corny joke. You loved Alexs laugh. It was so genuine and filled with happiness. You could only imagine what it must feel like to hear it every day. You sighed.Oh great, nows not the time to daydream about being his gilfriend.

Alex glanced back at you after he heard you sigh, lifting one eyebrow at you. Making eye contact through the mirror, you refrained a smile appearing on your face, and immediately looked away from him. You heard him chuckle quietly, and then engaged back in a conversation with the other guys.

You notified Shaila, hoping she will satisfied with your work. Alex looked at you, giving you a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

'' Hmm.. You could`ve added a bit more gel here. See these tiny fly aways? And tease the hair at the roots just slightly here on top, for a bit of volume. We want to make sure it appears they have lots of hair. '' She continued analyzing each braid carefully, humming to herself.

''But overall, this is really good. You did great. For your first day. '' She patted you on the shoulder.

Alex winked at you, causing you to turn away from him to hide your blush. Damn he really is flirty you thought.

When all the guys were finished, they all ran out of the trailer to check the set, run lines and gods know what else actors do.

You were left with Shaila, while Peter left the trailer to smoke a cig. The woman pulled a head mannequin out of a cabinet, and began showing you typical braids they do on extras, teaching you and giving you tips here and there where she felt like it.

Hours later, you were starting to get hungry. It had been hours of you just standing in the trailer. Shaila insisted on showing you every single little tool in there, explain to you how a real work day unfolds, since she didnt consider this particular day to be one at its full intensity, which quite frankly scared you, because this was already too much, but if this wasnt the hardest, then what was to come?

Around lunch time, the two adults led you towards the lunch tents. It was like at a festival, with big tents, dozen of wodden benches, and so many people, it was crazy. Shaila showed you where to go to get your food from, and then she left back towards the trailer stating she had some work to finish up for tomorrow.

You felt so intimidated by the number of these people, and you hoped you could see the girls somewhere, so you could go to them.

Once you grabbed your lunch, which was mostly mashed potatoes, some tomato salad and some grilled cheese, you desperately tried spotting some known faces around here, for a second time.

It seemed impossible in this sea of people, so you now decided to walk towards the exit, hoping to find an empty table, but as you were passing between tables, you heard someone yell out your name.

You turned your head and tried to find the person who shouted, and almost instantly you spotted Alex, waving his hands highly in the air, as if attempting to make himself noticeable for you. You stood there motionless, unsure if he was actually the one to shout at you, but when you saw him make a hand gesture that signaled for you to come over, you took slow, self-conscious steps towards him.

He seemed eager to have you approach, and once you reached his table, he put his hand on your back, guiding you to sit down next to him.

Now that you were finally settled, you looked around the table, and you almost screamed. You saw Marco and Jordan, but also recognized Alexander Ludwig, who plays Bjorn. and then you also observed a beautiful blonde girl, sitting next to him, whom you knew to be Georgia Hirst.

You were sat down next to Alex, who himself was sat between yourself and Marco, and then on the opposite side, you had Georgia sitting right face to face with you, next to Jordan and then finally Alexander.

'' Alex, who have you brought here?'' Asked Alexander, with a teasing tone and nudging Jordan to join in on his teasing.

'' Oh. She`s the new hairstylist in my trailer.'' He put his left hand on your right shoulder, squeezing it softly.

You laughed softly. '' Uhm actually… I`m on… probation. We will find out who stays here permanently at the end of the week.'' You chuckled nervously.

'' Well, I Know you will. Cuz you were so good with your hands.'' Alex said, seemingly not aware of how that sounded. Once the other guys started laughing and hooting at what he said, he blushed and tried to correct himself. ''I- meant shes fast. She worked really fast. Thats what I me- Oh Shut it'' He reached across the table to whack Alexander on the arm from all the teasing he was doing.

You looked at your food, starting to feast on it and ignoring the comments flying around you.

'' And what is your name?'' You made eye contact with Georgia, who seemed to be the sweetest and the most normal person from this table.

'' Yn.'' You replied shortly, and then started eating some tomatoes, hoping no one would talk to you anymore, because you were hungry and wanted to be left alone.

''So…? Tell us!'' Alex insisted, looking at you and waiting for something from you.

Confused, you frowned your eyebrows at him, shrugging '' Tell you..what?''

'' Well about you. How you got here, how long have you been doing hair, have you watched the show?''

And so you answered all their questions. Well, more than 90% of them were fired by Alex, but occasionally one of the other guys would also ask you something as well. Georgia listened intently to what you had to say, but then calmed Alex and the other boys down when she noticed you were starting to get overwhelemd.

'' That`s enough. Let her eat.'' And with that, the boys listened like good children, and left you tending to your food.

Right before you all left, he saw you standing up ready to leave, so he asked you to give him your instagram.

You were quite embarrassed to have him look at your profile, knowing the photos you`ve taken were not nearly half as good as his, but then you also thought, he asked for it, so he should suffer the consequences.

You were back at the trailer, and for the next hours, you were told to recreate some hairstyle Shaila showed you on a picture, until it was finally time to go home.

You were completely exhausted. And you were scared for tomorrow. You went to the parking lot, found Kevin and jumped into the car, finding relief in being able to sit down and give your legs a bit of relief. The other girls approached the car one by one, and when you were all in, you all started sharing your today`s experience.

'' I met Harald Finehair GUYS. UGH he was so fine.'' Amalia said, exaggerating and making you all gag and giggle.

'' Ew stop it. He`s way too old for you. But I met Georgia Hirst and Ida. They were super nice.'' Phoebe added.

When you told them about who you met, they all seemed a bit.. Jealous? They gave you a fake smile, and then quickly changed the subject.

Once you reached your room, you sighed in relief, finally you were alone. You took a shower, dried up and then you pulled your phone out, noticing all the unread messages from your frineds. After you answered them all, you went on Instagram out of habit.

You went to see you had some notifications. iris2002 liked your post 3h carina0_donnell liked your post 4h alexhoeghandersen liked your post 6h alexhoeghandersen liked your post 6h alexhoeghandersen started following you 6h

WAIT WHAT??!?!!? HE FOLLOWED ME BACK?! SHIT I mean, it was expected. After all, he did just ask for your Instagram didn`t he?

You checked your dms, seeing as you had some unread messages on there as well, but the one that popped before everyone else, was from the same person who had followed you back a few hours ago.

You shakily opened the chat, not knowing what to expect.

Heej. What are you doing? Hiii. I just got back to the hotel. im so exhausted

I know how you feel you hungry? do you maybe uh wanna grab some food? I know a few good places around Dublin :))

You blinked rapidly, your heartbeat rising. Was that for real? You kept clicking on his name, checking to see if he is the Real Alex. You left him on read for a few minutes, while you were contemplating on whether or not you should go.

With sweaty hands, you unlocked your phone again, and decided to give him an answer sure... let's do it. I'm starving

great. which hotel are you staying at? Conrad Dublin

gotcha. I'll be there in half an hour

`Half an hour? shit. I need to get ready.

You got out of your freshly put on pijamas, and rummaged through your luggage for some decent clothing. You opted for another oversized t-shirt, with a Jurassic Park logo on it, and your trusted shorts, who fit on your bum perfectly. Messing with your hair a bit, you ruffled it, and then you decided you`d just tie it in a bun. You grabbed your trusted perfume, and sprayed it once on each side of your neck.

You grabbed your fanny pack, strapping it over one shoulder and put your phone inside it, grabbing also some cash and your keycard.

The moment you stepped into the elevator, you felt your heart once again start galloping inside you. How could this happen, and on the first day?

Once you stepped into the lobby, you were aiming for the exit, until you saw a familiar guy sitting on one of the couches, on his phone. You studied him a bit. He looked so effortlessly beautiful. He was wearing a black hoodie, along with some jeans, paired with sneakers. He had his hair in a manbun, but that only made him look even hotter.

He was scrolling on his phone, with his back rested on the couch, one arm on it, and legs spread out in front of the coffee table.

It didnt take him too long after youve reached the lobby to take notice of you. When he finally did, he quickly put his phone back in his back pocket and stood up, taking long and fast strides to reach you.

'' Hey.'' He approached you and pulled you in a hug, kissing you on your temple once he let go of you.

'' Hello…'' You said timidly, not knowing what to say next.

Alex seemed to be such an expert in keeping up a conversation going, that he never allowed any sort of awkward silence fill the air. He grabbed your forearm, pulling you softly towards the exit. '' So.. What are you in the mood for?'' He broke the peaceful silence once you stepped outside. '' Mmm… Honestly? I dont know. I dont want anything fancy, but not junky either. Maybe pasta?'' You laughed awkwardly. He smiled and giggled.

'' Then pasta it is.'' He led the way, and started asking about your personal life back at home the whole way to the restaurant.

Once you`ve reached it, you read the name Sano Pizza. Looks good from the outside.

'' It`s one of my favorite restaurants. They have some amazing Pizza. And the spaghetti should also be up at the same level.'' He praised the place. You smiled and followed him inside.

He led you between many tables, and then finally in a more private and calm section, he found an empty booth for the two of you. When you finally sat down, you noticed the QR code being placed on both corners of the table, making you scoff.

Alex looked at you curiously. '' What`s the matter?''

'' This. I cant scan the fucking menu. And its so frustrating to me cuz then I have to search it up on the internet, and it takes so long. Like, give me the goddamn paper menu and we`ll be good.'' You complained, sighing in annoyance.

Alex seemed to not take your attitude too seriously, as he chuckled at you and pulled his phone out, scanning the code in less than a second and handing you his phone.

'' Here. Take a look and then let me know what youd like to eat.'' You flushed at his actions.Yeah, it was a small gesture, almost insignificant. But still, it made my heart flutter.` You went over the menu on his phone, and when you were finally ready with your order, you handed his phone back. He took it gently, cupping your hand slightly when you passed it to him.

''Alright.. What will it be then?'' '' Penne Quattro Formaggi. Aaand a lemonade.'' You nodded to yourself, thinking that`ll be good enough.

'' No dessert?'' He asked nicely. '' Nah. Im good. I probably wont even finis the pasta.'' You laughed. '' Why?'' He joined in your laugh.

You shrugged. '' I always eat half of it, then I get full and I have to sit and let my stomach digest the food. I don`t know why. The food is too dense.'' ''Dense?'' He asked, amused. ''Yeah…dense.''

He chuckled and when he saw a waiter, he waved for him to go over there. He ordered the food, and then he turned back to you, propping his chin on the palm of his hand, admiring you.

'' Uhh.. '' You chuckled nervously. '' So…'' '' What do you think? You liked your first day?'' '' Well.. It was.. Intense. A lot of new info at once, but Ill get used to it. That is..if.. Ill stay..'' You trailed off, almost with a hint of sadness, thinking of the possibility of not staying permanently.

Alex placed his warm hand over yours, rubbing your kunckles with his thumb, reassuringly. '' Youll stay. Ive seen you work. You did a great job.'' You waved a dismissive hand at him. '' No Im serious! Hey. Ive seen others work. And so far, no one has been as skilled with their hands as you.''

'' Oh… I dont know. Well see.'' ''- And even they happen to Not choose you, which, theyd have to be nuts not to, Ill talk to them personally. I`ll go straight to Michael and ask him personally we are buddies, me and him, and-''

You shook your head and giggled at him. '' Its okay. If I dont get the job, then maybe they choose someone else for a reason. Maybe Im not made for this environment. And thats okay. I`ll accept it.'' You interrupted him, assuring him you were willing to take a blow, if needed be.

Time seemed to pass so fast with him. He made you feel so at ease. He had this natural charisma about him. You were laughing the whole time, not being able to stop, he was that funny. At one point, the food showed up, and you both calmed down and dove right in.

The young actor definitely knew where to take you. The food was exquisite. You enjoyed every little bite, savoring the flavors, and filling your stomach with enough food to keep you running till the following day at lunch.

Another hour had passed, and it was already 8 pm. It was already pretty dark outisde, and you wanted to walk a bit. You kept glancing out the window, noticing faint silhouettes and buildings in the distance.

Alex followed your gaze, then turned back to you. '' What is it?'' He asked concerned.

'' Oh nothing. I just really wanted to take a stroll, to walk some dark alleys and enjoy the Dublin vibes at night.'' You admitted dreamily.

'' Well, let`s do it.'' Alex said, standing up. '' Wait a second ok?'' He grabbed his phone and went up front, talking to the waiter who served you. When he came back, he helped you up, and then locked arms with you, putting his in his pocket.

'' Wait. We have to pay first.'' You pulled him back. He shook his head, smiling.

'' Already did. We can go.'' He continued pulling you towards the exit, while you were frowning, looking back and forth between Alex and the waiter, that was at his computer thingy.

''But-when?'' You were now outside, and you couldn`t help but let the chilly weather embrace your body.

'' When I left the table. I payed on my phone.'' He explained simply.

'' Ok. How much was my part?'' You said while you were zipping your fanny pack in search for cash, but Alex took your hand away, zipping your fanny pack back up, and shaking his head.

'' It`s on me.'' '' No!'' ''Yes. It was my idea to invite you. Where did you say you wanted to go?'' He changed the subject fast when he noticed you were trying to pay him back.

You huffed, and pointed a finger down a darker alley, which seemingly looked to be empty. He nodded his head at the alley, as if asking for a confirmation that was the one you pointed at, and when you nodded, he pulled his arm that was locked with yours out, and instead draping it over your shoulders, pulling you as close to him as posssible.

You guys started walking in a comfortable silence, the only sounds available coming from behind you from the main street, from which faint voices could be heard.

'' So… Why did you want to walk this way? Was there something in particular you wanted to see?'' He asked chuckling, squeezing your shoulder.

'' No… I just…enjoy walking down dark and empty streets. It`s so… I don't know. Peaceful I guess.'' You answered, while looking around you and taking notice of the buildings.

'' You do this often?'' He furrowed his brows. '' You walk at night, alone?''

'' Well… Yeah I do that a lot back home. Sometimes I even go out to listen to some music, or glance at the sky and observe constellations.''

'' Look, I know you are an adult and you decide what you want to do, but maybe you shouldn`t do that here.'' He stated, with a low and serious tone.

'' And why is that?'' You questioned, quizically.

'' Well because…'' He licked his lips in a stressful manner. '' I dont know what its like back there in you country, but here in Dublin, the streets get dangerous at night. That is why we always go out together clubbing or something. But none of us go out alone. It`s not… The safest.'' He took a breath of air. ''Especially not for someone like..you.'' He said lowly afraid you might misunderstand his words.

You choked out a laugh, and turned your head to the side to look at him. '' Someone like… Me? What do you even mean by that?'' You laughed, and locked eyes with him, challengingly.

'' Well… Haha.. Dont take it as an insult. I meant a girl like you. You are pretty, lets not be modest. Any guy would glance at you when you would be walking anywhere, but at night, there are people out there who might not have the best intentions and would try to harm you.'' Alex gave you a worried, showing complete honesty.

You didn`t even respond, but simply blushed and shook your head. But just then, ahead of you, you both noticed a small group of people coming in your direction. You could only see their shadowy silhouettes, but that was enough for Alex to move you both to one side of the street, opposite of the group, ensuring he was standing between you and them.

Tho it was a small gesture, you flushed, thinking how much of a nice and genuine guy he was. He paid for your dinner, he was being so kind and funny, you honestly didnt know if he wasnt faking this all just to sleep with you.

You kept walking, turning random streets, until it was pretty late at night, and you both agreed to head back, since the next morning was starting very early for you. He insisted on walking you back to the hotel, tho you reassured him youd be fine by yourself. He didnt give you time to argue, pulling you towards the hotel.

So now when you were finally in your hotel room, having taken your second shower of the day, you got in bed, ready to sleep. Right before you were about to close your eyes, your phone screen`s illuminated, letting you know you had a notification. Sleepily, you opened your phone and saw a message from Alex sent on instagram.

I had lots of fun. hope you did too good night see you tomorrow :))

You didn`t even open the app, but just smiled at the message and went to sleep, with a grin on your face.

The following day, same way, you got ready, met the girls down at the lobby and then you all left for the set. You stepped into the trailer, in a much more confident way than yesterday. You chirped a morning to Shaila and Peter, and then you got to setting up your tools. Shaila greeted you also, explaining that today was more serious, and that she will work on Alexs hair, and youll help her out, so you could see exactly what you`ll have to do in the future.

Not long after your arrival, the three Ragnarssons stepped into the trailer, first Jordan and then Marco and lastly Alex. The first two greeted you, while heading towards their seats, but when Alex stepped into the trailer, he immediately locked eyes with you, giving you a charming smile. He came to you and hugged you, kissing your right cheek when he pulled away.

You stood there motionless, trying to hide your blush. Alex grinned at you, and then snapped something at Marco in Danish when he kept teasing him.

Peter got to work on Jordan, and in the meantime, Shaila and yourself got to work on Alex. The middle aged woman explained as she went along, how she was envisioning his hair, showed you what products and in which order to use, and overall, you felt like you were back in beauty school, when all you had to do was sit next to the teacher and watch her work on the mannequin.

Only in this case, you actually got to help, holding hair sections, handing Shaila tools or products and such. It was a very nice experience. You felt really important, knowing you were helping in building a character`s visual side.

Alex was being his funny, extroverted self. He was joking around with Shaila and you as well, occasionally him softly grabbing your arm and rubbing it at certain times. One hour and a half later, you were done with him. He had intricate twists on his head, giving him a true Viking air. They looked really hot on him.

He got out of the chair, admired his hair closely in the mirror and then thanked you both.

'' Ah you women are amazing. My hair looks fabulous.'' He complimented, joking towards the end with a girly voice and posing funnily. You laughed at his antics.

Alex had to leave for the makeup and costume trailer, so with a respectful ( but exaggerated bow) he kissed you on the cheek once more, leaving you with the other guys who looked at you funny and started teasing you as well.

The day went by slightly faster, since you had so much more work to do. You were entrusted with doing hair for some extras, which was nice. You got compliments here and there, filling you with confidence.

The end of the day was approaching, and you couldn`t wait to get back to the hotel, so you could sit down and relax.

You were heading towards the parking lot, but felt someone running behind you. You felt strong hands encircling your waist, lifting you from the ground slightly. You yelled in surprise, but calmed down when you saw it was Alex, laughing acutely at you.

''What are you doing?'' He asked casually, falling into a walking rhythm with you.

'' Going home. You?''

'' Oh. Well same. Hey, you didn`t answer my message yesterday. Why is that huh?'' He interrogated you, poking your sides, causing you to squirm from how ticklish you were.

'' Oh-Al-St-o-p. I uhm.'' You struggled to say, since he kept poking and tickling you. '' Well. I was very tired. But I did read it. I just didn`t have the energy to text back. Sorry.'' You responded apologetically.

'' `S okay. Just wanted to make sure you were fine. Anyway, wanna go out tonight as well? Or you could come over to my place. I can tell Marco to leave the place so we can-''

'' Alex, what exactly are your intention?'' You interrupted him, getting straight to the point. '' I dont know what youre trying to do, but Ill tell you what I wont do, and that is having a fling. Or sleeping around.''

Alex frowned, confusion all over his face. '' Wait… WHAT?! N-.'' He sighed, frustrated. '' THat`s what you think I was trying to do?'' He chuckled bitterly. '' Wow… Thanks for thinking so low of me.'' He snapped, taking bigger and faster steps in front of you, getting ahead of you.

Realizing what you`ve done, with widened eyes you jogged towards him, grabbing his arm to stop him in his tracks. He turned around, with his jaw clenched and hurt yet angry eyes.

'' Im sorry. I didnt know what to think of it. You were so nice and amazing, it truly felt surreal, as if it was all an act.'' You explained, getting emotional. '' I`ve had… bad experiences with guys acting all nice and cute and then being complete dicks once they got what they wanted. And I was only trying to avoid getting hurt.'' Your eyes were getting watery from all the explaining, and at that, Alex softened his gaze.

'' I didn`t want to assume anything. But to me it seemed impossible that a guy like YOU, would ever be interested in someone like me. And I am terribly sorry for insulting you. '' You said sincerely, letting a tear drop fall onto your cheek.

Alex let his forehead rest on yours, getting really close to you. Raising both his palms, he cupped your face, using his thumb to wipe the cheek off your face. Kissing your forehead, he then nuzzle his nose against yours, as if silently asking you to stop apoligizing.

'' Youve got nothing to apologize for. Its not your fault you were surrounded by idiots. But please, just give me a chance.'' He begged.

You nodded slowly, announcing you wanted to forget the previous embarrassing moment.

Alex pulled slightly away, to be able to look at you, smirking. '' Did the other jerks give you such a loving and sweet kiss?''

Frowning, you looked at him with a tilted head. '' What kis-'' You were interrupted by his soft lips shutting you up. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. He left his lips lingering on yours for a few more seconds, but not daring to try to take it any further.

When he felt like it was enough, he pulled away, leaving you both out of breath. You smiled, looking at him and giggling. He joined in on your giggling, pulling you in a comforting side hug. You stayed hugging each other`s sides a few more minutes, until you saw the girls approaching, and other people coming into the parking lot. You pulled away, with difficulty, since Alex was trying to hold you there.

Finally freeing yourself, you waved at him goodbye, giving him a grin.

The next days went better and better. Each passing hour, it felt as if you were learning and constantly perfecting your skills, giving you more confidence. You were eventually allowed to do half of Alexs hair, Shaila still insisting shed have to go over your parts as well to perfect them.( perfectionist much).

Alex and you were being close every morning, him giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but not taking it further in front of the others.

Time flew by so fast, that you stepped into Friday and realized, today you were going to find out who was going to stick around. Shaila texted you 5 to come a bit earlier in her trailer, where she was going to announce the winner.

'' Right. So, I want to preface by saying you are all talented. That is why you got here in the first place, which was already a big step. With that being said-'' She grabbed some papers, looking through them.

'' I want to thank you girls for having you here. You helped us a lot, as much as you also learned a bit of how the magic happens in these chairs.'' She used her free hand to slap the back of one of the chairs.

'' Alright. This was tough. But the final answer is…''

''Yn. Congratulations.'' She said in a neutral tone, clearly trying to hide her excitement.

You squealed in happiness, hugging Shaila and then each girl in return. You could tell they were looking at you bitterly, but you couldn`t do anything about that.

'' No hard feelings?'' You asked them.

They smiled sadly, hugging you one last time, before they were all escorted out. You barely had any time to let this new information sink in, when the young actors were already making their way inside. You locked eyes with Alex, grinning from ear to ear, nodding your head, silently telling him that you won.

He immediately understood your message, sprinting towards you and picking you up, spinning you softly. He laughed in happiness, and then with a newfound boldness, he attacked your lips. You gasped, taken completely by surprise, but nonetheless enjoying it.

The guys whistled, and when Alex pulled away, Marco patted him aggressively on the back, as a congratulation.

Shaila fully entrusted you this day to work on Alex alone, and when the three actors left the trailer, Alex rushing to plant another kiss on your lips, the woman pulled some brand new black t-shirts out of a cabinet, with the History Channel logo on them, handing you the clothes.

'' Welcome to the Vikings team, dear. We will need you around here.'' She greeted you officially, hugging you.

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UNEXPECTED

Part 2 (sequel #3 to UNLEASHED and UNDENIABLE)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

If you're new here and want to catch up, just scroll down my page, and the first chapter to UNLEASHED is at the bottom, then UNDENIABLE, and now, UNEXPECTED...

This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected.

Inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut 🤣 Each chapter will have it's own warnings.

This chapter: A little smut, of course, the feels, mentions of Ivar's ex love and the insecurities that brings with it, parents reactions to finding out their boys are together romantically

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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Before they knew it, the morning sun was shining through the bedroom windows and Alex stirred, still in Ivar's arms. As he started to get up, Ivar's arms tightened around him, "Umm-uh. Not yet," Ivar mumbled, sleep still thick in his voice. "Why are you already awake?"

"I'm just going to the bathroom. I'll be right back," Alex laughed.

"Ok," Ivar responded without even opening his eyes. "When you get back I need your help with something," he said, grabbing his morning wood through his boxers and shaking it toward Alex.

"Oh my God! You're despicable, Ivar!" Alex got to his feet and threw a pillow at Ivar, laughing harder now.

"Yes, and you love me for it," Ivar laughed.

When Alex returned, there he saw Ivar, fast asleep, laying on his back, morning glory on display through his boxers, looking quite irresistible. He thought about it for a second and then walked over to the bedroom door. He shook it roughly, ensuring that it was indeed locked, and walked back over to the bed.

He stood at the foot of the bed for another moment and just watched Ivar's chest move up and down as he breathed heavily. He looked so pleasant and peaceful that he almost didn't want to disturb him. Almost.

Alex pulled the sheet back, off of Ivar and Ivar groaned a little but continued in his deep slumber. Alex slowly crawled over Ivar's body and stopped just over his waist. He leaned down and placed a warm, wet kiss just below Ivar's navel, on his happy trail, making Ivar jolt involuntarily. As Alex began to pull Ivar's boxers down, Ivar immediately grabbed them tightly and sat up, "What? What the fuck is..?" and he then realized what was happening and who was undressing him.

"Well, good morning, sunshine," Alex told him in a very sultry voice as he kissed him deeply then pulled away. "Now, lay back down, babe," and Ivar gladly did as he was told.

Alex continued with removing Ivar's boxers, only this time, with Ivar's help. Ivar grinned approvingly as he looked down at Alex, dropping the boxers to the floor.

Alex leaned up and forward over Ivar, caging him. Ivar raised his hands to grab Alex and pull him into another kiss but Alex caught his hands. He then, quickly threw them up by his head, holding them firmly in place. "Not so quick, now. I need you to just lay back and enjoy," Alex grinned and leaned down and licked Ivar's lips. Ivar didn't know what had gotten into Alex this morning but he liked it.

"Now, I'm going to let go of your hands but you have to leave them here by your head. If you move them or touch me, you'll be punished."

"Oohh. Punished? You promise?" Ivar asked all excitedly.

"Yes, but not how you're thinking, babe. Punished, meaning everything will stop, and you'll have to beg."

"Ha! Beg! Right!" Ivar rolled his eyes.

"Well, you've been warned," Alex slowly let go of Ivar's hands. He leaned down to face Ivar and he stopped just as his mouth was right above Ivar's. As he got a little closer, he slowly and gently kissed Ivar. Just as Ivar began to deepen the kiss, Alex pulled away from him. He hovered just above him again and Ivar almost grabbed him and pulled him back down into another kiss before he remembered Alex's rule.

Ivar groaned, "Kiss me again."

Alex leaned back down and just as he reached Ivar's mouth, he stopped and heavily breathed into Ivar's mouth, causing Ivar to moan. "I'm in charge here this time, Ivar. Not you," Alex grinned. Ivar grunted but didn't move his hands.

Alex then licked Ivar's lips again and softly bit his bottom one before beginning to lightly kiss down his jaw toward his neck. He feathered light, wet kisses to the nape of Alex's neck and then withdrew his mouth and lightly blew hot air onto where he'd been kissing. Ivar arched his back and moaned, "Fuck, babe! You've got to let me touch you."

"Not a chance," Alex grinned into Ivar's neck as he licked it, sending chills coursing all through Ivar's body.

"FUCK!"

Alex continued to kiss and nibble down Ivar's collarbone, to his chest as Ivar squirmed. Ivar gritted his teeth, together and placed his hands on his own head and in his hair attempting to prevent himself from grabbing Alex like he was dying to. He began to sweat. He hadn't realized how hard this would be for him.

Alex lightly touched Ivar's smooth chest with his fingertips, dragging them along behind his warm kisses, as he continued to make his way lower down Ivar's chest and stomach. When he reached Ivar's belly button, he placed his plump lips over it and kissed it as he dipped his tongue into it.

Ivar lost it. His hands automatically went to Alex, one landing on his head, tangling in his hair, and the other on his shoulder and back. He pulled Alex's hair without even thinking as he groaned in complete dismay. He squeezed Alex's shoulder tightly and tried to pull him back up to face him. "Damn! Alex! I want you!" He breathed out heavily.

Alex sat up on his knees, pulling away from Ivar completely. "I hope you're ready to beg. Your orders were to keep your hands by your head."

Ivar looked him straight in the face, "Fuck! You were serious about that, love? I'm sorry. Just, umm, damn, come back and finish what you started."

Alex smiled and placed his hand in his own boxers and began to slowly stroke his manhood, "I have no problem finishing on my own while I watch you lay there and squirm. You chose the punishment and the punishment is you have to beg."

Ivar rolled his eyes and groaned as if he was in physical pain, "Fuck!"

Alex pulled his own boxers down just enough for Ivar to get a good view of his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock as he slowly pumped up and down. He licked his lips while looking into Ivar's eyes, "This could be you, babe." He rolled his eyes into the back of his head, exaggerating his movements, and dramatically moaned, "Or I can just finish, myself, while you watch. Oh and it feels so good," he whimpered.

Ivar practically growled, "Damn you! You know what you licking your lips does to me, you little tease!"

In a sultry voice, Alex said, "Then beg. Beg for what you want, Ivar. Beg and your wish is my command. Just beg." Alex licked his lips again, this time even slower than before and then bit his bottom lip.

"Oh hell! Just come back. Place your hands on me again. Put your mouth on me, anywhere, just put it back on me and finish what you started. Oh my God! PLEASE! Please, love, I need to feel your mouth on me again. Please, for my sanity, please come back and let me feel that magical fucking mouth of yours again. Fuck! Please!"

"And what will you do with your hands? Hummm?"

Ivar moaned out between heavy pants, "Fuck! I'll cut them off if you need me to! Just fucking touch me again with your mouth and hands. Please! I won't touch you again until you say I can. I fucking promise! Just please!"

Ivar began to whine and Alex felt pleased knowing he had this power over him. "Ok, I think I've tortured you enough. Put both of your hands by your head and leave them there." Ivar immediately did as he was told and even placed both hands under his head to try to prevent himself from his temptation, looking down at Alex to see what he'd do next.

Alex ran his fingertips down Ivar's chest, reveling in the feel of his hard body and soft skin under his touch. Ivar squirmed as he sighed with relief. Alex then bent back down and looking up at Ivar, dragged his tongue from Ivar's collarbone to his belly button. Ivar whelped in sheer pleasure, his body writhing underneath Alex's hands and mouth.

Alex pulled barely an inch from Ivar and spoke into his abdomen, breathing his hot air onto Ivar's wet skin and causing Ivar to arch his back, his head digging into the pillow behind him. "I'm going to kiss you here again, babe," he breathed heavily, "But don't you fucking move your hands."

Ivar screwed his eyes shut and did all he could not to move his hands. He needed Alex to continue pleasing him even if it was also torture. Alex opened his mouth over Ivar's navel and gently kissed it as if he were kissing Ivar's mouth. As his wet lips rubbed against Ivar's skin, he stuck his tongue out and licked and sucked his belly button. Ivar grabbed handfuls of his own hair and pulled, feeling helpless, wanting nothing more than to touch Alex. He longed to feel him in his hands but he restrained himself and let Alex take control. It was really his first time giving someone this kind of control over himself and he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it and hated it at the same time.

Alex looked up at Ivar, seductively, into his lust filled eyes and smiled when Ivar growled at him. While his hands continued to lightly rub across Ivar's chest and stomach, he continued to kiss futher down Ivar's happy trail.

As Alex got closer to Ivar's swollen cock, Ivar's breathing sped up in anticipation, his toes curled and his entire body stiffened. Alex's hands trailed from his stomach down to his hips where he grabbed on tightly, sending chills throughout Ivar's body.

Alex turned his head toward Ivar's every ready cock that was standing firm against his body. Purposely breathing heavily, he licked up the side of it from the base to the tip. He then moved his head and did the same thing on the other side of Ivar's hard dick. Every nerve in Ivar's body tingled at the sensation and his hips bucked forward. Ivar let out a wailing growl and moaned, "Alex, love, please, can I touch you?"

Alex glanced up at Ivar as he sucked the tip of his dick into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, causing Ivar to shut his eyes tightly as he whimpered. Alex answered him with his dick still in his mouth, "Umm humm."

Ivar yanked his head up and looked down at Alex, "Yes, I can finally fucking touch you?"

Alex repeated the humming sound, "Umm humm," sending rumbling vibrations into Ivar's dick and through to his core.

Ivar groaned, "Fuck yes!" He leaned forward and grabbed Alex with one hand on his head, tangling his fingers in his hair. His other hand caressed what bit of Alex's arm and hand he could reach, still planted tightly on Ivar's hip. He left his hand on top of Alex's and laid back down on the bed.

Alex pulled Ivar's hips into him, striving for even more closeness, as he hungrily sank his mouth down over Ivar's entire cock. Ivar grunted at the feeling and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Alex found his pace and began to rhythmically bob up and down on Ivar's cock, swirling his tongue all around as he did.

Animalistic sounds escaped Ivar's mouth as Alex worked his magic. Ivar's legs trembled, and body arched again as Alex moved his hand from his hip to cup his balls. He gently moved Ivar's balls in sync with the bobbing of his head, and it was simply driving Ivar insane. "Awww, hell! Fuck!" Ivar yelled. "I can't take anymore! I need you, Alex! Fuck!" He growled.

Alex ignored him and continued to suck on him. Hard. He went as far down on Ivar as he could, nearly causing himself to gag, and slowly sucked all the way back up to the tip of his dick as he looked up and into Ivar's eyes. When he reached the tip, he swirled his tongue around it, while simultaneously sucking, before letting his dick out of his mouth with a pop. Alex grinned as Ivar tensed and mumbled out obscenities, his hands now white knuckled and tangled in the sheets.

Alex kissed down the under side of Ivar's very stout manhood until he got to his balls. He flicked his tongue across them, feeling very relieved that Ivar loved grooming himself and was waxed bald, causing Ivar to hiss, sweat rolling down his temple.

Alex pushed both of Ivar's legs up and back, exposing better access to his ass. Ivar instantly clinched his cheeks together and Alex chuckled, "I promise I'm not going to hurt you, babe. Relax."

Alex began kissing and sucking under Ivar's balls and to the soft skin between them and his hole. As he lightly nibbled the skin, Ivar yelled out incoherent words. Alex continued on, finally reaching Ivar's sensitive opening. He quickly licked across it, causing Ivar to jolt his hips forward. He then lowered his face and licked around the rim and began giving Ivar the most sensual kisses he'd ever received to a part of his body that wasn't his mouth.

Ivar's eyes widened as he looked down to Alex, in complete disbelief at how good this felt. He squirmed and panted, struggling to keep his breathing steady, as Alex practically made love to his ass with his mouth and tongue. It was like nothing Ivar had ever experienced before.

With his tongue flattened out, Alex then made a long, thick stroke from Ivar's hole, across his balls, and back up his twitching dick, finally sucking the tip back into his mouth. Ivar began to salivate at the sight below him as Alex instantly went back to his expert work.

One of Ivar's hands found it's way to Alex's hair, grabbing a handful, and tugged on it while the other nearly ripped a hole into the sheets. Alex kept bobbing up and down and Ivar knew he was close. He somehow managed to speak and said, "I-I'm so close. Wh-what about you, love?"

Alex raised a hand, not wanting to pull away from Ivar, and motioned his finger back and forth, saying no. Ivar answered, "Now, that's not fair. Turn your body around so that your crotch is in my face, and then we can pleasure eachother." Again, Alex waved his finger back and forth, saying no to Ivar.

Ivar wasn't able to protest as he lost complete control when Alex held onto his hips and greedily pulled him even closer and as deep into his mouth as possible. With a final hard suck and twirl of Alex's tongue, Ivar felt the heat raging within his body. "Al-Alex! I-I'm com..." Ivar moaned out, "MOVE! I'M COMING!"

Alex continued to hungrily suck Ivar, milking him for every drop, as Ivar groaned and growled through gritted teeth, shooting his load down Alex's throat.

Ivar's breathing was irratic as he pulled on Alex's shoulders, attempting to pull him back up his body. Alex quickly understood what Ivar wanted and slowly let his cock pop out of his mouth, licking his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and seductively crawled back over Ivar.

Once he reached Ivar, face to face, Ivar began, "Oh fuck! I-I'm so sorry! I tried to warn you. Shit! I'm sorry."

Alex placed a finger over Ivar's lips, "Shhh. It's ok. I had time to move. I didn't want to. Even I am surprised at how much I enjoyed this." And it was true. Alex hadn't expected to let Ivar finish in his mouth but he enjoyed knowing that what he was doing directly affected Ivar so immensely that he wanted to "seal the deal" in a sense. He blushed, "Is it ok if I kiss you now?"

Looking deeply into Alex's eyes, Ivar answered, "Hell, yes!" and pulled Alex down and they began passionately kissing, tongues wrestling, hands roaming, chests heaving as they shared the air between them. As the realization of everything circled through his mind, Ivar broke the kiss and said, "Oh my God, Alex. That was another first for us and umm," he took a second to catch his breath, "That was pretty fucking amazing. To what do I owe this surprise?"

"Nothing. I just love you. Simple as that," Alex hummed and settled in the bed beside Ivar. "I'm actually sleepy again now."

Ivar grinned, "So, now I know how to keep you in bed past 7 am in the mornings, finally. Just wear you out with hot, steamy sex," they both chuckled. "Mental note taken. This should be fun." He kissed Alex on the forehead as his arms engulfed him, pulling him even closer than he already was. In a matter of minutes, they were both off to sleep again.

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"Guys! Mom's calling us down for breakfast! Hey, guys, wake up! Let's eat," Hvitserk knocked on Ivar's bedroom door and continued down the hall and downstairs when he heard Ivar grumble something back. "I guess they're coming, mom, but does that mean I have to wait on them? I'm starving."

Aslaug rolled her eyes at Hvitserk, "I don't believe I've ever seen you when you weren't. It won't kill you to wait five more minutes." She glanced over to you, "How do you put up with him, dear?"

You laughed nervously. You could definitely understand Alex's apprehension around her. If nothing else, she was certainly intimidating.

About that time, Ivar came bouncing down the stairs. "Good morning," he sang as he walked passed Hvitserk, thumping him in the back of his head. He rounded the table and took a seat.

"Damn, man, you sure seem happy. What's up with that?" Hvitserk grinned evily and Ivar kicked him under the table. "Where's Alex? I'm hungry," Hvitserk grumbled as you and Ivar laughed at him.

Aslaug turned from the coffee pot, placing cups in front of each of you. "Good morning, dear. Yes, where is Alex?"

Alex entered at that very moment, cheeks red as Aslaug and he made eye contact, and he sat down beside Ivar. Ivar placed his hand on top of Alex's, ignoring his wide eyed stare, and gently squeezed it. Alex couldn't help how nervous he was after the night's turn of events with Aslaug.

You noticed this and looked over at Alex questionly. He only shrugged his shoulders at you.

Things began to feel a little less stressful as the five of you ate. You all talked and laughed and discussed what a good cook Aslaug was.

Alex thanked her for breakfast and said he'd get the dishes, aiming for some brownie points. You took the plates to the kitchen with him and offered to help, seizing the opportunity to talk to him and ask what it was that you'd clearly missed. As the two of you began cleaning up from breakfast, Alex began telling you about what happened with Aslaug the night before.

Still sitting in the dining room, Aslaug looked at her two boys and then back to Ivar. "Ivar, we still need to have that talk. It's really important. Maybe after you two take them," and she motioned toward the kitchen, "back home."

"No, mom," Ivar interrupted her, "anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Alex. I'm sorry, mom, but he and I are together and we're in love. I hate you found out the way you did, but I really hope you can understand and accept that."

"That's not it at all, dear. It's just that, well, what I need to tell you is extremely important and very personal and I'm not even a hundred percent sure you'll want Hvitserk here."

"Honestly, mom, knowing that it's about Katia," Hvitserk nearly choked on his coffee as Ivar continued, "I'm seriously not even interested. That part of my life is over."

"Well, I have a feeling that all is going to change, dear," Aslaug answered him, "If you don't hear it from me, I'm sure she will find you herself."

You and Alex walked in at that very moment, not knowing you'd just saved Ivar. The tension in the room was thick as the two of you sat back down at the table. You looked at Hvitserk and you instantly knew how glad he was that you two came back when you did. He leaned over and kissed you quickly.

Ivar looked at Alex and then back to Aslaug, "Mom, I'm going to give Ivar a ride home now. I'll be back in time to drive you to the airport." Ivar didn't give her time to respond but stood and reached for Alex's hand. Alex looked up at him, placed his hand in his, and stood with him. He then followed Ivar up the stairs to his room.

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"What the hell was that all about?" Alex asked Ivar as he closed the door behind him.

Ivar turned to him, trying to let his stress roll off his shoulders. He stepped to Alex and hugged him tightly, burying his face in Alex's neck, breathing a sigh of relief. "Hey, hey, what is it? What happened?" Alex was concerned now.

Ivar pulled away from him and said, "Oh, it's just that mom is determined to give me this news of Katia's, and, Alex, I seriously don't want to hear it. I'm worried she'll wait until we're in the car ride to the airport, where I don't have another choice, and dump it all out on me."

Alex thought for a moment before responding. He didn't want to push Ivar's buttons but he had to ask, "Ivar, do you think it worries you so much because you may possibly still have feelings for her? And whatever this news is may just change how you see things?" Alex held his breath as he waited for Ivar's response.

Ivar stood straight and firmly answered, "Oh, God, no, Alex, not at all. I'm so sorry I've worried you." He held Alex's face between his hands and gave him a quick kiss. "That's not it. I just umm, well, I seriously feel like I owe her nothing. I know you know, I gave my all and then some and she just umm, she broke me," he sighed and dropped his head. "I'm actually worried of just the opposite. I'm worried what I may say to her, how mean and evil I know I'll be, and umm, the worst part is I don't feel sorry for it. I think it's better if she just leaves me alone. I don't want to feel like that again and I don't want to be cruel but I think I resent her for what she put me through and I don't want that to come out now. Not now that I'm finally over it and happy with my life, happier than I've ever been before." He kissed Alex once more, "And that's thanks to you. I don't want her ruining this, us."

Alex felt torn. He felt horrible for Ivar and all that he knew he'd been through and understood exactly where he was coming from but he also still felt worried. He couldn't help it. Even as Ivar spoke of her, Alex could only think about how hurt Ivar still sounded and felt like that meant that deep down, Ivar still had some kind of feelings for her. He hoped he was wrong and that Ivar would be able to keep to his plan but it was in the back of head now and he knew it would be until they knew what she wanted.

Alex decided not to press the subject. He would respect Ivar's decision and hope for the best. "Oh, come here," Alex stretched out his arms to Ivar and hugged him tightly. "I love you," he said in Ivar's ear as he brushed away his hair and kissed him on the side of his head. He felt Ivar begin to relax in his arms and he loved knowing he had this affect on him, that he was able to help him even if only a little. "Look, don't worry. If she starts to tell you anything you don't want to hear, just tell her. Refuse to listen. Hell, blast your radio," Alex laughed. "But, it will be time for you to take her soon so hey, can I get that ride now?"

Ivar perked up, "Oh, you can get that ride anytime you want, love," Ivar flirted.

Alex let go of him, face in his palm, and said, "Oh, what was I thinking? I should have chosen my words better. You're a mess. Let's go, hornball," Alex said, laughing, and the two of them left quickly, shouting goodbyes to everyone.

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It was 1 a.m., and Alex heard a knock at the door. Luckily, he was still awake, just finishing up some studying in bed, so he got up to see if it was who he hoped.

Looking through the peephole on his front door, Alex smiled. He opened the door, "To what do I owe this surprise?"

A drunken Ivar stumbled through the door, "I couldn't wait until tomorrow. I needed to see you now. Can I," he burped mid-sentence, "Can I stay here tonight?"

Alrx laughed, "Of course, babe. Come in." Alex looked out on the street and saw Hvitserk in Ivar's car. He waved and drove off.

Alex helped Ivar as he stumbled through the apartment to Alex's bedroom. He pulled his t-shirt off and fell, face first, onto Alex's bed. "Are you ok, Ivar?"

"Yes," Ivar answered, "Umm, can I have a glass of water?"

When Alex returned with a water, to his surprise, Ivar was sitting up against the headboard. "Thank you," Ivar told Alex as he grabbed the glass and drank all of the water in one huge gulp. "Can I just lay here with you, love?"

"Of course, you can, but Ivar, what's wrong?" Alex felt extremely uneasy. He knew something had happened. He just wasn't sure what.

"Umm, not what you think. Don't worry, but umm, yes, Katia," Ivar's voice sounded cold.

Alex's heart sank. He hadn't went to the bar tonight because he had a big exam on Monday that he desperately needed to study for and he knew they'd be busy tomorrow because the two of them were supposed to go visit Alex's mom.

Now that he saw how Ivar was and knew he'd seen Katia, he could only assume Ivar was heartbroken all over again, and it scared him to his core. "Ivar, umm, what happened then?Umm, what did she tell you?"

Ivar moved closer to Alex and Alex, sensing exactly what he needed, wrapped his arms around him tightly, and waited for him to get his thoughts together.

Ivar sighed and began, "First off, yes, I've been drinking, but no, I'm not shitfaced and even though I apparently have no balance," he laughed, "I am thinking clearly and will remember this conversation."

He was so precisely clear that Alex knew he was telling the truth. "Ok, noted, but ummm, what do I not know, Ivar? What did she say?"

Ivar stiffened up in Alex's arms as be began again, "Alex, she came to the fucking bar to find me. She only just saw my mom yesterday and tonight she already brought her smart-ass to the bar, looking for me. The one fucking night when you weren't with me." He sat back up beside Alex in the bed and ran his hands through his hair. "Alex, when I saw her, all these emotions came rushing through me. She was just as beautiful as she always was, if not more, if that's even possible and..."

Alex placed his fingers over Ivar's mouth, interrupting him, "That's enough. I can't fucking sit here and listen to you tell me how beautiful your fucking ex fiance still is. Just break it off with me already and stop torturing me for fuck's sake." Alex's voice was cold and harsh even though he really was about to completely crumble inside. The very thing he'd been worried about was happening.

Ivar reached his left hand across Alex's body and cupped his right cheek, turning his face toward him. "No, Alex. No, that's not what I'm saying. Not at all. Let me finish, love. She was beautiful, yes, but when I saw her, the emotions that flooded my view, my heart, and my soul were emotions about you! I saw her and her beauty, and all I could think about was getting back home to you. I felt no love for her at all. It just made me realize just how much I do love you. She has no power over me now! Do you realize how empowering that is for me? I didn't even feel hate, Alex, and that, I totally expected to feel. I had no desire to get even with her or hurt her or be cruel or rude to her. I simply felt nothing. And yes, I could see how pretty she still is. I mean, I'm not blind, but it meant nothing to me." Ivar smiled as he wiped a tear from Alex's cheek.

"However, I still have no wish to talk to her. I don't care what she has to say. She's a stranger to me now. I was going to have one of the bouncers throw her out, but even that felt wrong so I had a few celebratory shots with Hvitserk, well, you know, he had coke, and then I asked him to bring me here. I had to see you. I had to tell you I love you! I love you, Alex, with all my heart, body, and soul. I never want to leave you. You're my world."

Alex was completely stunned out of his mind. That all was totally unexpected. He thought this conversation was going to end with the two of them breaking up and calling it quits altogether. He stared into Ivar's eyes, "I, umm, I thought you were ending it. I thought you and Katia were getting back together. Umm, you've shocked me. I, uh, I love you, too," Alex's eyes were full of tears that he tried to blink away.

Ivar leaned over to him, "Not a chance!" and he gave him a sloppy kiss. "I told you, you can't get rid of me that easily."

"So you still don't know what she wants then, huh?"

"No, and I don't care," Ivar had never been so sure of anything else before. Alex, on the other hand, still had an uneasy feeling about it all, but he tried his best to ignore it.

The two laid there, wrapped in eachother's arms, which was quickly becoming one of their favorite ways to sleep, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Alex and Ivar had planned to go visit Alex's mom on Sunday. They'd always went by to see her a Sunday or two each month, even back when they were only friends, and she'd been calling Alex to ask when they were coming next. She told him that it had been too long and she was beginning to get worried.

On the drive there, Alex asked Ivar about Aslaug. "So, how was the trip to the airport yesterday?"

"It actually wasn't all that bad. Mom told me that the more she thought about it, she felt like it wasn't her place to tell me whatever this big thing is with Katia. She told me she was going to let me talk to Katia on my own time and on my terms and said I can call her if I need her," Ivar sounded so pleased but it didn't make Alex feel any better at all.

Alex swallowed thickly, "And umm, what umm, what about us? What did she say about that?" Alex could only imagine.

"She actually didn't mention walking in on us at all! So you know me, I didn't either," Ivar laughed. "I'll wait and let her ask about us or say something whenever she's ready. I'm sure she just has to take time to just process it all."

Alex looked over at him and said, "Well, hopefully, when she does mention it, she will be ok with it all."

"Don't worry, love," Ivar reassured him, "I'm sure she will. Now, what about Mama Hogh? Are we telling her today or what?"

Alex's heart stopped, "Umm, I honestly don't know. I think I'm equally worried about her reaction, too."

"Well, look, no pressure. I'll leave it all up to you. It doesn't have to be today. I have you with me whether she knows or not, so I'm all good. I'll take your lead with this," Ivar's words didn't really help Alex feel any better but at least he knew he didn't have to tell his mom anything if it didn't feel right.

Alex was truly thankful for Ivar's understanding. He hadn't expected that telling their parents about their relationship would be such a difficult task but he realized it was because of not wanting to let them down, not wanting to burst their bubble about not having grandkids and he wondered if this was true for other same sex couples. He knew if he had the opportunity to stay with Ivar from now on, he would, and he knew that meant no child to carry on his name. He just wasn't sure how his mother would take that, and it definitely worried him.

He knew there were other options for them to raise a child together, but they'd certainly never discussed anything like that. They hadn't even discussed where they saw their relationship headed, and he was ok with that, so he wasn't planning on rocking that boat anytime soon. All he knew was that he loved Ivar like no other and he was happy just the way they were. Now, to tackle the subject with his mom.

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After the two of them helped her in the kitchen, preparing their meal, Ivar, Alex, and his mom sat down at the table to eat. She had watched them the entire time because they seemed almost as one, in sync, and so happy and well, different.

"Ok, what are you guys not telling me? Spill it," she asked, looking straight at them both.

Alex squirmed a little in his seat, and she didn't miss it. He and Ivar looked at eachother and then back to her. In the calmest voice he could muster, Alex answered, "What do you mean, mom?"

"Aww, don't you try to play that innocent game with me. You know I see straight through it. I don't know, there's just something different about the two of you, and you're trying to hide it. But boys, you're failing miserably, so just tell me. You know Mama Hogh knows her boys better than this."

Alex wanted to tell his mom, but not like this, when he was put on the spot so unexpectedly. He needed to prepare himself for her reaction, and right now, he had no idea what that would be. So he tried, desperately, to change the subject. "Mom, when is Anna and her new boyfriend coming to finally meet us? I miss her, and I'd love to finally meet this guy who is taking up all of her time."

She stuck her finger up and shook it back and forth at him. "Oh, no, mister. You're not getting out of this that easily. We'll talk about Anna later. We have all evening anyway. Before you make me worry, just tell me, Alex, what are you hiding?"

Ivar just looked at Alex to handle everything. He knew he was the one not ready to tell his mom. Ivar, however, didn't mind at all to tell her. He didn't think her reaction was going to be quite the world stopper that Alex seemed to believe. So he just settled in letting Alex answer her in whatever way he felt fit.

Determined, Alex finally answered, "Seriously, mom, what do you think we're hiding? We simply just came for dinner with you while dad's out of town. The same as we always have. What is there that's different?"

"Well, I'm hoping the two of you finally figured out what I've already known for quite some time now and that you're happy about it. I won't say what I'm thinking, though, because if I'm wrong, it would be super embarrassing, so you're just going to have to come clean."

Alex and Ivar both gulped, and their eyes were wide with shock now. "May I use your restroom, mom?" Ivar asked, trying to leave this uncomfortable situation.

"No, you may not! I am waiting for one of you to tell me what it is that you're hiding. I'm not dropping it until you spill the beans. Alex Hogh Andersen, out with it!"

Alex was already giving up. He knew how stubborn his mom could be. He knew that was a quality he'd definitely gotten from her. He looked at Ivar, who knodded, so he decided to answer her truthfully this time. "Well, mom, ummm Ivar and I umm, well, we're together."

"No shit. I'm not blind. So? Continue," she answered, not quite understanding what he meant.

"No, I mean, we're together, together, mom. Like as a couple."

The room was filled with silence. One of her hands covered her mouth as she placed the other over her heart, her eyes filling with tears.

Ivar's heart sank. He had so not expected this. Not for a second. If she had been anyone else, he would have definitely told her what she could do with her tears, and they'd be leaving immediately. This was supposed to be a happy time, a time for the two of them to celebrate. And now, his heart was breaking and even more for Alex. He knew what his mom's opinion meant to him.

Alex reached out and placed his hand over hers on her heart. "See, mom? This is why I didn't want to tell you. We're actually really, really happy with this, and I hoped you could be happy for us as well. It's all still so new to us both. I didn't think now was the right time to tell you as we are still adjusting ourselves. If you can't accept it, we can give you time. We can leave, mom, but this isn't something that your tears are going to be able to change. I, umm, I love Ivar, mom." He squeezed her hand and fought his own tears. His words hurt him so much.

She abruptly stood up from the table and reached out to Alex. She blurted out, all at once, "No way! I don't want you guys to leave! You misunderstand my tears, dear. I am absolutely thrilled for you! I am happy, Alex. I'm so happy to see you happy! I knew it! I've known for a long time. Before you two knew. You've been more than just friends for quite a while, but you were both just too damn stubborn to give it a chance! Oh, thank God you came to your senses! Now come here and give Mama a hug!"

Alex was completely dumbfounded. He definitely had not expected that. He stood up and hugged her so tightly, tears streaming down his face. "Oh, mom. Thank you so much. You don't know the burden you've just lifted off my shoulders. I was so worried you'd hate me."

"Oh, Alex, don't be silly. Always so dramatic." She looked at Ivar, still sitting at the table and watching them in complete shock. "Ivar, get up here and hug Mama Hogh. You've always been my second son, and now, you really are, and I need to let you know how happy you've made me, choosing my son."

Ivar did as he was told, and the three of them stood in a group hug. Ivar, however, fought back his tears. He wasn't that comfortable yet.

They finally sat back down at the table to finish their meal, all smiles. Alex couldn't help his curiosity, so he just asked her flat out, "Mom, what's made you so accepting of this? Of us?"

After thinking for a second, she finally answered him. "Well, aside from the fact that I've always adored Ivar, here, and am happy if you are, I've learned from my own mistakes."

"Meaning?" Alex pressed.

"Well, meaning I couldn't bear to know your heartbreak was my fault again. I should have never told you to leave," and she looked at Ivar nervously, "Umm, to leave her who should not be named back in Paris."

Alex swallowed thickly, and he answered softly, "Mom, you didn't tell me to leave her."

"Well, no," she answered, "But I told you to bring her home with you and that whatever happened, not to stay there but to return home, her by your side if that's what it took. It was selfish of me, sweetheart. I guilted you into returning, probably when you would have chosen to stay. And I will always regret it and will always be deeply sorry I did that to you. I wasn't blind to your heartbreak, and the guilt of knowing it was my fault will always haunt me. I'm so deeply sorry, dear." She dropped her head and placed her hand over Alex's on the table.

He sat in awkward silence for a moment. The memories of everything she'd just mentioned still stung him a bit, he had to admit, but he knew his mom didn't know the entire story. She wasn't entirely to blame, as she thought, but now was not the time to open that can of worms. "Mom, nothing is your fault. There's so much more to that story, and none of it is important now. Don't hold yourself accountable for the good or bad things that have happened in my personal life. I'm just happy you accept Ivar and I, regardless of the reason."

Ivar sat in silence and just continued to listen. He made a mental note to later talk with Alex about this broad in Paris. Should he be worried? He'd thought he knew everything about Alex, but he'd never heard about her, and apparently, she must have been someone he cared a great bit for. But now wasn't the time, so he just listened.

His mom lifted her head and responded to Alex, "Well, that's good to hear, but you understand. And," she glanced over at Ivar, "That's not the only reason I accept you two as a couple. I love Ivar, and I know he's good for you and will make you happy for a very long time if you allow him to." She squeezed Ivar's hand now. "The two of you are the perfect couple, and have you looked in the mirror, dear? You are absolutely glowing! You are radiating love and happiness, and you deserve them both."

They both smiled at her words. Alex's heart skipped a beat as well. He knew she was right, but for her to actually put a name to it surprised him. Love and happiness. Love. That she was able to see how they felt about eachother meant the world to him.

"Wait! Oh my God! Wait until your dad learns of this. He's going to be beside himself that you've finally taken the next step with Ivar, dear. When he sees your happiness, he's going to bubble over. He's said forever that he wanted to see you happy with anyone."

Alex sheepishly began to answer her. "Umm mom? Uh, how do I say this? Umm, Dad already knows."

"What? You told your dad before you told me? Just how difficult do you believe me to be?" she snapped.

"We didn't exactly tell him. Umm, he walked in on us in the garage last weekend." Alex dropped his head as he smiled. Ivar coughed, trying not to laugh.

"What?! Are you serious? The two of you were making love in our garage?" Her mouth gaped open and she covered it with her hand.

"NO! Oh God, mom, no! What do you think we have a bedroom for? Dad walked in on us kissing! That's all, KISSING!" He had to smile, though, that she actually said 'making love.' She really was ok with this.

Ivar could take no more, and he busted out laughing. Nearly in tears, he said, "Well, I don't know, Alex. I could easily bend you over the hood of your dad's Mustang."

At that exact moment, Alex's dad walked through the door. "Hey, guys, umm, wait. What's wrong with the hood of my Mustang?" He looked at the three of them in a complete panic for his car.

"Nothing, dear. These boys are being ridiculous." Alex's mom answered. "Welcome home."

She picked up her napkin from the table and smacked Ivar with it. "Boy, you hush! Now, I'm not that old. I remember what it's like to be all hot and bothered, and you have to take care of business wherever you can, but you better keep the hoods of our cars and the garage out of it! You boys hear me?" And she popped Alex with the same napkin as he threw his arms up in a blocking motion.

"Mom! Please! I don't need to hear you talking about being hot and bothered and taking care of business. Ever. Oh my God." Alex dropped his head into his hands. Ivar just continued laughing.

After making a plate for Thomas as well, the four of them finished their lunch and sat around the table talking and laughing. It was just great and Alex was absolutely overjoyed at his parents' acceptance. His family had always been close and knowing they accepted Ivar as a happy addition meant everything to him. This was so much better than how their weekend had started off.

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"I know you have that exam tomorrow and need to study, but do you think you have time for us to stop by the park on the way back to your place?" Ivar asked Alex as they pulled away from his parents'.

"Yes, I have time. We actually left mom's sooner than I'd expected," Alex answered, curious of the sudden change of plans, "Are you wanting to get a quick jog in?"

"Well, actually, I have a blanket in the trunk, and it's the first nice day in weeks. I'd umm," he blushed, "I'd honestly just like to spend some time with you, just the two of us, by the little stream at the back of the park. If umm, if that sounds ok with you."

Alex was taken back. Where had this side of Ivar been all these years? If this was any indication of how he treated his girlfriends in the past, no wonder all the women seemed to always flock to him. He felt warmth spread throughout his body, and he smiled. "Yes, Ivar, that sounds great. It really has been a long weekend. It will be nice to spend some quality time with you just enjoying your company."

They arrived at the spot Ivar had mentioned and he spread the blanket down. They both laid down, propped up on their arms, facing eachother. "This is such a nice spot, Ivar. Thanks for thinking of this," Alex smiled. He started to lean toward Ivar for a kiss but then realized how many other people were in the park and he refrained.

Ivar noticed this and asked, "What? What stopped you?"

"Well," Alex looked around, "I just didn't feel like defending us yet again. It's too nice of a day for you to end up in a fight."

Ivar laughed, "It's never too nice a day for a good fight, especially if I'm defending my love for you." He placed his hand on the back of Alex's neck and pulled him closer. He breathed in Alex's sweet smell and slowly kissed him, swirling his tongue around Alex's. He pulled away, his forehead resting on Alex's and softly said, "I love you." Nobody around them seemed to care. Nobody said or did anything but kept on about their day. That was so relieving to Alex and he began to feel more comfortable.

They talked and laughed and discussed all the ups and downs of the weekend. They really enjoyed eachother's company, this had always been true, but now that they were together, it just made it all real. They were slowly getting into the swing of things and getting used to what it was to be in a relationship with eachother. It felt so natural to them both, and it seemed that they were finally finding their groove.

Alex saw movement out of the corner of his eye and as hard as it was to look away from Ivar's sparkling eyes, he looked up, over Ivar's shoulder and saw someone walking up the trail behind him. He couldn't see her face because she was looking down at something in her arms, and the sun was shining so brightly, but he was sure it was Katia. He didn't know if she'd spotted them or not but decided he needed to tell Ivar in case she just walked up on them.

"Umm, Ivar?" Alex said.

"Yes, love?"

"Umm, I don't know if she's seen us yet but I'm pretty sure that's Katia walking the trail behind you."

Ivar gulped. He discretely turned around as Alex told him she wasn't looking their way. "Shit. Yes, that's her. What is she carrying?"

"I can't tell," Alex answered, both of them trying to see.

About that time, they saw her stumble and fall down, still holding whatever was in her arms tightly. She yelled and was then quiet.

"Fuck!" Alex yelled, as he quickly got to his feet alongside Ivar. "Did she hit her head?"

They both quickly ran over to her, not stopping to think. "Shit, Ivar," Alex said as he squatted down to Katia, "The side of her head is bleeding!" He looked up at Ivar, standing over Katia in what could only be described as a complete state of shock. "Oh, God! What? What is it?"

About that time, Alex heard what Ivar was looking at in shock. A baby began crying. Alex's heart completely stopped. He raised up to where the sound was coming from and in Katia's locked arms laid a baby girl with thick brown hair. Alex instinctively grabbed her up and out of Katia's arms to search that she was ok and wasn't bleeding anywhere as well.

With his touch, she simmered down some and stopped crying. He began talking to her as if he knew anything about babies, "Are you okay, little one? Are you hurt anywhere?"

She grasped his finger with her hand and said with her baby voice, "Ma-ma," as she looked up at him. Staring up at Alex were a pair of the prettiest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Well, the prettiest, bluest ever besides those of Ivar's. And then, it hit him.

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Can You Imagine? XIX

A/N: FINALLY another update- I feel like most of my author's notes start out that way XD Still, I haven't abandoned this, an am consistently working still on it, Not Today, and One Swallow Can Make A Summer, so I'm hoping to get on a schedule of posting a chapter a week, rotating which fic gets updated each week! Next on the list will be an update for Not Today, and then we should be on a good schedule. So stay tuned for those updates if you're interested- otherwise, I hope you enjoy this (very late) update! Skål!

Summary: Freydis was dead. At least, when she’d lost consciousness, she’d been sure she was. But now she has woken up in a cold, sterile environment, one she is certain is not Valhalla, and the world as she once knew it has changed. People now have strange abilities, some of them, and people they call ‘scientists’ are trying to give them to her. The bigger issue, though, is the fact they have also woken the very man who killed her. Ivar the Boneless lives again as well, in the same way Freydis does, and if they want to survive... she may have to learn to trust him again.

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Seize the Moment and Stay In It

Leaving Ivar behind hadn’t been in Freydís’s plans.  Björn, she hadn’t ever even intended to pick up, but this was another game entirely now. She was spiralling out of control, and she’d hurt Ivar simply for interrupting her. What kind of a wife did that? Hadn’t she been upset with Ivar for hurting her? For behaving toward her as no husband should? What kind of a hypocrite was she, to hurt him now?

You aren’t a hypocrite though, are you? Not really, a quiet voice whispered in her mind. The presence had returned, once again just behind her, but when Freydís now tried to look, she thought she saw some kind of dark shape quickly escape her peripherals, hiding behind her again as it laughed quietly. You cannot see me, it told her. Not like this. 

“Can I see you?” Freydís asked the voice, her eyes slipping shut as she tried to call the figure it came from into view. 

Not like this, it repeated. You know how.

It surprised her to find that she did know how. Her eyes glowed red as she began to levitate in the air, her body tilting back as if in a bed. She fell asleep.

When her eyes opened in that space from before, where the ground was cracked beneath her feet, with something glowing beneath. Now, Freydís was able to recognise it for what it was- that is, that it was magic, just the same as the magic she possessed. What exactly this place was, she still wasn’t sure, but she felt more connected to it now. It felt somehow more comfortable now.

The voice was no longer just that, as the same figure which had met her here before walked out from behind her, still just as mysterious, hooded and hiding her face. “See?” she said, seeming rather smug. “You did know how to see me.” Freydís rolled her eyes, unable to help herself.

“I did,” she replied. “But we’ve spoken like this before.”

The figure hummed and chuckled softly. “We have,” she confirmed. “But I think you have called me here for a purpose haven’t you? What is it you wanted with me?”

Freydís swallowed a bit. The truth was that she had wanted to ask something of this figure which was always with her, but how she had known that… It was baffling, at best. At worst? Outright concerning. “I don’t know where to go from here,” she confessed. “I mean, I do know, but I can’t do it.” 

“You must,” the figure advised. “If you won’t, everything is lost. Surely a few moments of their pain will be forgiven? Ivar has done far worse to you, and they have done far worse to each other. Why not take this chance for all of you? For those in the future who you will save from this fate you are already suffering?” 

“Then you are saying that this sacrifice is necessary for the greater good?” Freydís questioned for clarity’s sake. The figure nodded.

“I am afraid so,” it replied, and stepped forward, brushing a hand through Freydís ’s hair. “There is no other choice if you wish to put an end to the schemes of those who wish to play at weaving fate.”

Freydís nodded reluctantly, and took in a deep breath which she let out slowly. “Then I have work to do,” she almost whispered. The figure hummed, and then suddenly Freydís was waking, and she adjusted so she would land on her feet when she returned to the ground.

It was a dreadful thing, realizing what she had to do to her husband and his brother. But if she was going to find the information she needed from either Dr. Schmidt or Professor Andersen, she wasn’t sure she had much of a choice. So, she began the work of preparing her space, creating little fires all around herself in a circle by burning various sticks and leaves. Then, laying out her book in front of herself, she began to write the runes around herself which would allow her access to the right minds- even as wrong as it felt.

Her search began, seeking out the paths she needed to make it through to Ivar or  Björn- whichever she got to first. They both had that final connection, she was almost certain of it, and if  Björn didn’t for some reason then she was certain that Ivar would, and  Björn would have the connection to Ivar. They were the final pieces of the puzzle.

Being entirely alone meant that there was nothing to break her focus or her concentration, and that made the process all the quicker and more painless for those she had already been through. They would barely notice anything, aside from perhaps being reminded of what had happened the first time she passed through their minds. This being the first time she was connecting to either Ivar or  Björn, however, they would feel the full force of the spell, only to be relieved once she had finally reached her ultimate target. She just hoped they’d recover well enough.

When the spell finally reached Ivar, Freydís crawled her way into his mind just as she had with every other mind before his, and he cried out from shock at the sudden sight of her, and pain from the violence of the action. But that wasn’t the only shock- not by far. What shocked him beyond that was how grey her skin had become, the deep black around her glowing red eyes. Her teeth seemed almost like fangs as she cried out at the effort it must have taken to get into his mind. Not to mention how thin her fingers had become, looking more and more like ink dipped claws than anything else. What had happened to her? What had happened to his wife?

By the time she left, Ivar suddenly could see his surroundings again, and it was only then that he realised he had lost sight of anything but his own mind until then.  Björn was kneeling at his side, but it did little to soothe Ivar, who was shaking and suddenly very, very cold. 

“Was it Freydís ?”  Björn asked, and Ivar managed to look at him, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. But still, he managed a nod. “What did she do?”

“I don’t know exactly,” Ivar answered, trying now to sit up. “She came into my mind, and…” A chill ran through him. “She didn’t look like herself anymore.”

 Björn opened his mouth as if to answer Ivar, when suddenly he too cried out, and collapsed to the ground. His hands came to his head and he clutched at it, screaming from whatever pain he must have been in. If she was doing to him what she’d done to Ivar, then he knew the pain  Björn was in. Ivar grimaced a bit at the thought. 

Unfortunately, all he was able to do was wait for  Björn to come back. Or, rather, for Freydís to release him the spell she had captured his mind in. Whatever it was she wanted, she had needed them both to find it, and then apparently she had it as  Björn seemed to snap back into reality. He looked up at Ivar, eyes wide with horror. 

“You’ve seen her,” Ivar surmised, and  Björn nodded slowly.

“What has happened to her?” he questioned, barely getting the words out as he tried to shake off the pain.

Ivar swallowed, his eyes clouding with regret, along with many other things- one of which was grief. “That book,” he said. “I think she has gone too far into it, and it’s corrupting her beyond what we could have ever imagined.”

 Björn was quiet. Ivar could tell he was thinking hard, which he may once have teased him for, but now he couldn’t find the levity to do so. Eventually,  Björn asked him, “What do you think she was looking for?”

Well, Ivar certainly didn’t struggle to answer that. After everything they had been through, unless there was some sort of memory of Kattegat she sought, there was really only one thing that bound her and Ivar to  Björn. That facility which had raised them from the dead, where she and her husband had first met Doctor Schmidt and Professor Andersen; where they had first been reconciled with each other.

“The facility we were kept in,” he said to  Björn. “She wants a way in. My memories of jt aren’t quite enough, we have mostly the same memories, but yours… They trusted you more than they ever trusted us. My mind was just her link to you.”

“We should warn them,”  Björn said, staggering to his feet quickly as he now had a mission in mind, but Ivar shook his head.

“No, they deserve whatever she would do to them,” he decided. “I won’t save those who have caused us pain, not when they will cause that same pain to others.”

 Björn huffed in irritation. “Then what do you suggest we do?” he questioned sharply.

Ivar’s answer was simple, but first, he needed information from  Björn. “You do know the way in?” he asked.  Björn nodded. “Then we meet her there. Those people deserve whatever she would give them, but I cannot let her repeat my mistakes. I fear we would never get her back.”

He could tell  Björn was unsettled at the prospect- at all of it, really- but he could also see that  Björn was resigned to this. “We needed to get in anyway,” he figured. “May as well let her help us.”

May as well let her help us…

Ivar couldn’t help but wonder when his wife had become someone he and his brother, the legendary Ivar the Boneless and Björn Ironside, feared. What would they call her when history told their story? Their names were known already, but she had only once been Queen Freydís , defined by her marriage to him. The image of her eyes still burned in his mind, glowing red as she showed her power. No, she wouldn’t be Queen Freydís any longer. He thought something along the lines of Freydís the Scarlet was far more appropriate, now. He figured they’d see exactly why when they met her again.

Unfortunately, time would prove Ivar right. When Freydís arrived, she had the information she’d taken from  Björn’s mind floating around in her own. That meant it was easy enough for her to get in, but it could only get her so far. What she had was a map now, essentially, but she didn’t have anything near an already cleared path into the facility.

She made surprisingly quick work of detonating any firearms pointed at her, turning the blasts back on them once they’d been fired. It wasn’t long before witnesses stopped trying to fire on her, knowing what she would do, but she hadn’t gone to spare those working in that facility. Freydís had gone for blood. 

The hallways were flooded with red light as she fought through, alarms blaring in her ears to call out, ‘Invasion! Intruder! Danger!’ in their own high pitched, squealing ways, but Freydís didn’t stop. The warnings were about her, and were proven necessary when she wrapped magic around the throat of one of the guards, and used it to sever his head from his body with a single pop! The nearby guards gasped and cried out from shock as she then made his body turn on them, lifting his gun and firing a quick round. Their screams fell silent as she dropped him, and stepped over their corpses.

Her face now coated in a smattering of blood, Freydís stalked through the halls. The gunfire must have been significant enough a warning, because everything had gone still. No defenders rushed out to meet her, push her back and out. Anyone left had hidden, which meant she now had full access to the entire facility. Perfect.

Freydís stalked through the halls, searching each door for what she knew she needed. Any door that was locked to her, she simply decreed was not, and so every door was open to her. Eventually, she found what she had been looking for.

Doctor Schmidt was the first to face her. “Freydís,” she said. “Before you do anything rash…”

“Anything rash?” she repeated, laughing in the woman’s face. “Believe me, I am being perfectly reasonable.” Without waiting on an answer, Freydís reached out and took Doctor Schmidt by the throat, lifting her almost violently into the air.

She heard a familiar gasp of, “Freydís !” and turned to see Professor Andersen standing there, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at the two women before him. 

“Ah, hello,” she said with a cold chuckle. “I don’t suppose you can help me, can you? I’m looking for information, about those you have brought back from the dead like myself, like my husband, and  Björn Ironside. Do you have it?”

Professor Andersen opened his mouth to answer her, but Doctor Schmidt hissed out, “Give her nothing.”

Unfortunately for them, Freydís ’s mind worked quickly. She figured that Doctor Schmidt was willing to pay with her own life, if it meant keeping these secrets from her, but what about the life of another? Would she sacrifice Professor Andersen to the same end? She suddenly dropped Doctor Schmidt in favor of lifting Professor Andersen in the same fashion, deciding to find out.

“Do you still wish to give me nothing, Doctor?” Freydís asked, looking back to her. “Now Professor Andersen’s life is on the line, will you give him up to save your secrets?”

Doctor Schmidt swallowed, but her eyes hardened. “Kill him,” she said. “I won’t tell you anything.”

Freydís turned to look at Professor Andersen, whose wide eyes reflected the betrayal he felt at Doctor Schmidt’s words. “And would you give your life for her secrets?” she asked him. “Or do you want to give me the information I seek, and save yourself?”

Before he had the chance to answer, the most familiar voice yet yelled, “Freydís , put him down!” She turned to see Ivar and  Björn rushing in, horror written across their faces. Ah, so they had seen what she’d done to get this far. Oh well, she supposed that couldn’t be helped.

“Why should I?” she questioned. “You know what they did to us, to others like us. Why should I give them any mercy now?”

She watched Ivar swallow, noticed how  Björn kept an eye out, likely to be sure no one snuck up on them, and she tried to keep an eye out herself, as well. “Because you won’t ever come back from this,” Ivar told her. “I have always admired you for the path you never took. Don’t take it now.” Freydís turned back up to look at Professor Andersen, the fear he regarded her with, and even as a dark voice whispered in her ear to snap his neck, she remembered a night from over a thousand years before. She’d had this sort of fear when Ivar took her by the throat, when she had demanded to know what he’d done with Baldur.

Her magic weakened around him suddenly, and she let him drop to the ground. As soon as she did, she heard Doctor Schmidt scoff, “I knew you wouldn’t have it in you.”

“Did you?” Professor Andersen asked her, around each breath he managed to take through his choking. “Did you know? Or did you know there was a risk?”

“Of course I knew,” she said, but Freydís ’s eyes narrowed a bit. 

“You’re lying,” she accused. “You couldn’t have known. I did not know myself until I released him.”

Doctor Schmidt huffed, as if irritated with all this. “Alright,” she said. “I knew there was a risk. But it was a necessary risk.”

Professor Andersen shook his head a little. “I wouldn’t have taken that risk,” he confessed. “Even though you told me not to tell her anything, I still would have done it if it would have kept her from killing you.” He took a deep breath, then stood to his feet as he looked to  Björn, Ivar, and Freydís in turn. “But I won’t let my loyalty stay in the wrong place,” he told them. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

Freydís was stunned, but she wasn’t about to question his sudden change in heart. “You’ve made the right decision,” she said, and when he nodded, she saw no hesitation in his eyes. She felt no lie in his heart, when she looked, and she nodded in return.

They left Doctor Schmidt behind- Freydís ,  Björn, Ivar, and Professor Andersen- to go down the hall to what seemed to be an archive of sorts. There, Freydís watched as their guide went into a drawer to pull out a thumbdrive, which he then plugged into one of the computers. She kept an eye on everything he did to be sure all he downloaded to it was the information they needed, no trackers or anything of the sort. Fortunately, it seemed he did exactly as he was meant to, and was soon handing the thumbdrive over to her.

“It doesn’t have any sort of lock on it so you won’t end up without access,” he said, “but that does mean you need to be careful not to-”

“Not to lose it,” she finished for him, and nodded. “Thank you, Professor.”

Professor Andersen nodded in return as he released the thumbdrive, which Freydís pocketed and stepped back. “Good luck.”

“You too,” Freydís said. She didn’t imagine there was any version of this where Doctor Schmidt didn’t retaliate against him for what he’d done, and it was for that reason that she really appreciated his assistance. Doctor Schmidt had expected him to die for their research just as she had been prepared to, but he made a different call. He’d turned the tide in their favor in that moment.

With little else to say, Freydís turned back to  Björn and Ivar, and the two looked to her for their next step. Seeing they were ready to go, she turned and put out her hands, magic flowing out from them and pouring into a sort of cloud that hovered before them. She stepped through, expecting for them to follow. As soon as they were, she closed the portal to shut the facility behind them. They would soon reach the end of their efforts now, and it would only be a matter of time.

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Masterlist

last updated on 05/19/2023

Henry Cavill Masterlist

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Late night

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Better offer

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A New Home

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Believer Part 3/5

Summary: reader breaks up with her boyfriend and her best friend Erika invites you to a popular nightclub in Copenhagen to try and help you forget your ex boyfriend/break up and you also met up with Erika’s friend Alex.

Pairing: Alex Høgh Anderson x reader

Warning: flirting, use of alcohol, much fluff, kissing

Part 1 - Part 2 - Master List

It was finally 2:30am before they both stumbled out of the club completely and utterly wasted from drinking and consuming astronomical amounts of alcohol between the pair of them which resulted them getting kicked out of the club. Your make up and hair was a mess, your clothing was a mess and crumpled, but you didn’t care. You were honestly the biggest mess you have ever been in the longest time.

As you both were stumbling to the outside of the premises, you were giggling like a little school girl at something Alex said on the way out of the club which made you giggle, you were staggering waiting for Alex to come out of the club and when he did, he was laughing too at something he did.

Alex’s apartment was close by, a 10 minute walk from the club would take them more than 10 minutes to walk back in their drunken condition and it was a beautiful night outside, the stars were out and sparkling brightly in the sky.

Both making your way to Alex’s apartment 10 minutes away, and almost falling over and stumbling several times in the process. But you didn’t care how you looked at this point.

“Y/N…” as Alex was slowly walking behind you.

“Yes Alex?” you asked, you were swaying slightly as you were both walking

“May I ask....why did that jerk break up with you??” he blurted out suddenly

“He didnt love me anymore and he fell in love with someone else who was better and more beautiful than i ever was.” as your eyes began to swell up again, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

Alex walked a couple of steps before turning around and coming back to you and walking over to you and giving you a big bear hug, he felt surprisingly warm as you hugged him back tightly as you let out a few sobs as he comforted you.

He felt so warm as he grabbed you and hugged him, you wrapped your hands around his torso and burying your head in his chest. You felt some sense of relief and security and it felt good.

Alex pulled away from you and looked right into your eyes, you could get so lost in those big blue eyes of his “Let’s go back to my apartment, it’s closer”

Making your way into Alex’s apartment, Alex staggered with putting the keys in the door and getting inside, stumbling your way inside and as you were looking around and noticed how clean and prestene it was. If only your apartment looked like this everyday.

After walking into his lounge room you see Alex with a open bottle of Vodka with a small smirk on his face and a small giggle coming out of it and you knew that this could only mean trouble. Drinking more alcohol well into the rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning.

Walking over and staggering all over the place before plopping yourself onto his couch, Alex brought over the vodka and some glasses over to continue where they left off at the club just before. Surprisingly he did not drop neither the bottle or the glasses.

You then got up slowly and walked over to Alex grabbed the bottle from his hands with a small smile on your face and then walked back to the lounge and put the bottle down on the coffee table in front of you. Alex then sat a few inches away from you as he poured himself a glass, then handing the bottle to you.

After grabbing the bottle from his hand, you then made your way towards the couch and poured yourself a glass of Vodka with a small smile on your face still. You put the bottle back on the table, then took a few sips as Alex sat himself next to you.

“So I heard from Erika that you’re single right?” you blurted out

“Well yeah, I couldn't help but noticed how you beautiful you were when I first saw you at the nightclub earlier” as Alex stared at your with curiosity then he leaned you more

“Well thank you.” you replied, blushing as you took another huge sip from your drink.

Then suddenly, Alex put his glass on the table in front of you and then leaned in more cups your face gently and starts gently kissing you, surprised by this you kissed him back, straddling him as you kissed hi,

His lips felt warm as you took in each and every kiss he made, it made you feel loved, wanting more and more of his kisses.

Then after a few more seconds you then pulled yourself away from Alex, blushing heavily and smiling, feeling a little embarrassed for straddling Alex you hopped off him and then helped yourself to pour more Vodka and more for Alex as well.

[persephone-andromeda]

Hickeys

Pairing: Alex Hogh Andersen (cause I’m trash)

Warnings: Floof, implications of sexy times, hickeys (? don’t know if that needs a warning), Alex (need I say more?)

Word count: 487

Summary: You leave Alex a little present from a last nights activities.

A/N: Instead of writing the next part of HMCTTLATN, you cam blame @i-am-amora-the-enchantress for giving me this idea as we talked about Alex and hickeys, as we do. 

He wasn't sure what woke him first, the light or the soft traces on his skin. He stirred for a moment before coming back to consciousness, blinking a few times before taking in the silhouette lying on his chest.

Your hair was mostly behind you as you lay against his chest. His heartbeat rested beneath your ear and beat steadily, no longer racing from the previous night's activities.

He gently moved some of the stray stands of hair behind your ear and wound his arm around your waist to keep you close. Your soft fingertips lazily drew patterns on his skin with no rhyme or reason to them. It was just to feel, to remember.

"Did I wake you?" You asked softly.

"Possibly." He murmured to you, drawing small circles on your hip in return.

You looked up at him, pieces of hair coming undone from his bun he tiredly pulled back last night before falling asleep beside you. He still looked beautiful, as he always did, with those beautiful eyes and the perfect lips...

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

"Ass." You spoke softly before kissing him once more.

One turned to two, two turned to three and you stopped at four, still tired from last night.

"Alex." You whined a bit when he attempted to kiss you again.

"(Y/N)." He whined back.

You pouted a little bit, pulling back.

"I'm tired and I know you are too. My poor Viking."

"This poor Viking is always ready to go another round, especially with you."

You laughed a bit at his ridiculousness and then rolled your eyes.

"Insatiable."

"Only for you."

You kissed him once more before escaping his hold and sitting up in bed. The sheet rested against your back as you stretched a little, releasing the tension from sleep. You knew he was watching from the way goosebumps appeared on your skin.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." You teased.

It was silent for a few moment before the shutter of his camera startled you. You turned and saw him grin. You stuck your tongue out at him and wandered into the bathroom, waiting for him to realize the little present you had left behind on him.

It took him a few minutes as he scrolled through his feed. He felt a little uncomfortable and saw something off in the screens reflection. He turned on the camera once again and found the abundance of hickeys littering his neck.

He sat up in surprise, running his fingers over them. He knew you were bold but not that bold. He was going to have an interesting time explaining this to the makeup department tomorrow.

"Enjoy my present?" You asked, leaning against the bathroom doorframe.

"Your concealer won't cover this up." He whined, earning a smirk from you.

"That was the point, love. Now you have something to remember me by."

"Little minx, come here."

"Catch me, Viking."

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Late Nights

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: fluff <3 hehe

1074 Words

It was hard. Everything was hard for her, but mostly seeing him in pain. It hurt her, it made her feel powerless. Every night she would feel him wake up, she barely could sleep herself.

Hearing his quiet sighs as he repositioned himself, trying to get the pain to stop. He would lie awake hours doing so. She would be awake too, quiet tears running down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut trying not to sob.

But tonight it was different, she had to rethink to the day, remembering how his bones cracked, how blue his eyes were and how cold it was. A suffocating sob escaped her as she turned away from his embrace, not wanting to wake him now that he was able to sleep.

Unfortunately she failed doing so. He felt her body rock with each sob that escaped her, his heart breaking with each sound that escaped her. "My love, what's wrong?" Sleep still very visible in his voice, his arm wrapping around her waist, as he gently kissed her shoulder, shushing her quietly, needing her to calm down.

Another sob escaped her, causing her to cover her mouth, feeling how wet her cheeks now were with tears. "Did someone hurt you?" She wouldn't answer him, so he turned her around quickly. "Answer me, princess. What is wrong?" His face was covered in worry, as he searched for her eyes, only to find them puffy and red. "I'm a bad wife..."

A soft chuckle escaped him as he shook his head. "You're not, my love. Why would you ever think something like that?" His hand wandering up to her cheek, wiping her tears away. A small frown now on his face as he watched the hurt on hers. "Yes I am, Ivar." Shaking her head she lowered her eyes looking down at his legs.

"I can't take your pain away." Her voice broke. "I can't help you with it, I can't do anything!" He could hear the hurt in her voice as he pulled her into his chest, letting her cry as much as she needed. "I never asked that of you when I wanted you to become my wife." He smiles slightly, hoping that would help to cheer her up but it only seemed to make it worse.

Pulling away she looked at him hurt. "I didn't marry you because you're the king, Ivar! I married you because I loved and cared for you, as I still do! Yes, you didn't ask me to help you or take the pain away, but I want to. I can't see you in pain, my king..." Her voice was shaky as he cupped her cheeks again, pulling her into a kiss.

"I apologize, my love. I didn't mean it that way. You shouldn't worry too much, I'm fine, aren't I? No broken bones, nothing you should worry about. The same cripple you married-" He chuckles softly but she placed her hand on his lips, making him stop in the middle of his sentence.

"Don't call yourself that. You know I hate when you do that..." She was starting to steady herself as she calmed down, inhaling his scent and feeling his arms around her. "I knew you were awake every time my legs hurt at night, I could feel it." He whispered quietly, pushing the hair out of her face. 

Smiling slightly she shook her head. "Then you must have known how much seeing you in pain hurts me." He looked at her confused. "I thought you were annoyed by me, because I woke you up." Chuckling quietly she kissed him softly. "I didn't want to bother you, while you were in pain..." She whispered against his lips, making him grin slightly. "You wouldn't have bothered me, you might've been able to keep my mind off of it."

Biting her lips slightly he smirked, feeling her relax into his touch. A soft sigh escaping her, as he kissed from her lips to her collarbone, being sure to leave love bites at every place he could, wanting and needing to show her off. "Ivar..." She whispered softly as she felt his hand pull her in closer.

Humming softly, he continued his work. Her fingers went into his hair, playing softly with it, realizing that she needed to redo them soon, since they were starting to grow. "I have to redo your braids soon, my love..." She whispered quietly, making him chuckle deeply against her neck. "Gods, you're unbelievable."

He leaned onto his arm as he admires her, taking in her beauty. "What? Why?" She chuckles softly as she felt herself begin to blush under his eyes. "I'm trying to seduce you and help you relax and all you think about is how you have to redo my hair." He exclaimed as he chuckled, making her laugh.

Ivar couldn't help but admire her, her laugh feeling like everything was okay, like everything he had ever done was worth it. "I'm sorry, couldn't help but feel it." Watching her Ivar shrug. "I'm not tired." Smiling she got up and lit a few candles as Ivar sat down by the bed, between her legs, handing her the comb.

Smiling slightly she kissed the top of his head before she got to work, brushing through his hair gently, being careful not to pull too hard. Feeling him relax under her touch made her smile like a fool. "My mother would've loved you, gods, even my father would've adored you." Ivar said closing his eyes.

A small smile now on her face as she pulled a braid slightly tighter. "I knew your father, Rangar taught me how to fight when I was little and wanted to be like.... Lagertha" A soft his escaped the man in front of her, she wasn't sure if it was because of the tightly pulled braid or due to the name of the woman that killed his mother. "I'm sorry, my love."

Finishing her last braid she kissed his head again. "All done." As she got comfortable on her side again, Ivar blew out the candles before pulling her into his chest. "I know you adored Lagertha, she was a brave woman even though I hated her I have to admit it."

Kissing her softly he whispered his love to her over and over again, making sure that after tonight she wouldn't cry anymore, he would be there to stop it.

[scandinavianfairytale]

Him & I

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: Summer time fun, (inappropriate) ice cream consumption, so much domesticity & lots of old married couple style bantering, so many feelings 🥰🥺, Ivar & Reader are too cute 🥰 but their partners are getting suspicious 😬😅

It was unusually hot this summer. So much so that you accepted Ivar's invitation to his family house on Anholt island for a few days for this heatwave to pass. The Lothbroks rented the Air Taxi for the whole extended bunch, now including Freydis, Erik, Tora and you.

The extended weekend everyone took off work was much appreciated as well as the swim in the cold Atlantic ocean. Everyone got along very well, playing volleyball and board games, cooking big meals together and playing drinking games in the evenings.

But then the reality caught up with them and Monday evening came and everyone started packing. The whole mood changed. You were complaining to Erik about not wanting to go back to the city and the heat and the responsibilities.

"I get it, but the more you complain, the harder it'll be to connect back tomorrow. I can help you pack, if you want." Erik suggested as he glanced at his watch.

"No, it's fine."

Erik walked downstairs with his suitcase and sat on it as he waited in the entryway.

"Where's your better half?" Freydis asked as she sat down on her suitcase next to him.

"Upstairs complaining about not wanting to leave." He chuckled.

"I can't wait to get back to the city. There is a concert I'm dying to go to this Friday."

"Same. I'm so excited to return home, even with the heatwave...I really don't like living out of the suitcase."

"Hey Ivar, can you check on Miss Always Complaining upstairs? I fear she just unpacked everything in protest." Erik joked as he saw Ivar going up the stairs.

You were staring at the folded clothes and grimacing when a knock on the door startled you.

"Geez Erik, I'm almost done, okay?" You called at the door, but then Ivar opened it and you sighed.

"It's just you."

"Thanks for that." Ivar laughed and folded his arms over his chest, observing your pouty packing.

"Sorry...it's just...I really don't like the idea of going back to work." You sighed, leaning back on the bed.

"I know. You hadn't had a break in over 9 months, minus Christmas." He walked in the room, sitting next to you on the floor.

"I really needed this..." you gestured at the house. "but I'm still so tired and the idea that I'll have to log back in tomorrow is making me nauseous."

"Do you want to stay?" Ivar asked as he observed you.

"No...I can't, you went through so much trouble to organize the air taxi and everyone took their vacations...I can't ask anyone to stay."

"Well you're not asking. I'm asking. And I'm only asking you." You met his eyes. "If you say you need more, we can make that happen. We just call our bosses and ask for a few more days. They'll manage without us."

"You'll stay too?" You asked surprised.

"Someone has to make sure you don't get into trouble." Ivar laughed.

"I think you must've us confused. I'm the one that keeps you away from trouble, not the other way around." You laughed as well.

"Hey, you two," Torvi's voice came booming through the hallway but she stopped talking and smiled as her head poked through the door and she saw you two sitting on the floor laughing. "How about you two move your butts to the taxi and continue your conversation there."

"We're staying for a few more days." Ivar replied simply, smiling at Torvi.

"Alone?" Torvi's eyebrows fused with her hairline. "I mean Erik and Freydis aren't staying with you?"

"I haven't asked Erik...but he made it clear he doesn't want to stay..." You shrugged your shoulders.

"And Freydis wants to go to a concert." Ivar added.

"Well...okay then. Have fun." Torvi smirked as she walked away. Maybe this time alone will finally make you realize that you are with wrong partners.

As she arrived downstairs without the two missing pieces Erik and Freydis wondered where you were.

~Freydis & Ivar~

"What do you mean you're staying?" Freydis asked, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

"She needs this, I told you that I'm worried about her."

"She's an adult, I'm pretty sure she doesn't need you to take care of her. Besides, I really want to go to that concert I've been telling you about for months now."

"And I told you I don't want to go. I thought we agreed that you're going to go with your friends." Ivar sighed. He had this conversation for what feels like 10000 times.

"Yeah, but I wanted to sleep at your place."

"I can give you the keys if that's the issue."

"You're really going to leave me alone for the whole week?" Freydis was getting annoyed.

"Are you suggesting I leave my friend of 10 years alone in the middle of nowhere so that I wait for you one night to get home after a party?" Ivar asked incredulously.

"I guess it's not a discussion, is it? Enjoy your time away from me." Freydis glared and walked away. Ivar pinched the bridge of his nose.

~Erik & you~

"Look, I get that you're tired, but avoiding going back to work won't make it magically disappear..." Erik tried to persuade you.

"Erik, we've been through this. I'm stressed and I need a break."

"You just had a break." Your boyfriend pointed out confused.

"Two days is not a break."

"It was a break for me."

"Well I'm not you. Also our jobs are significantly different, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop disregarding something that you have no idea about." You bit back at him. You hated having this conversation. Erik went in to hug you, but you pushed him away.

"You're right, maybe it'll be good if you took some time away from the city and relaxed." He said stiffly and kissed your cheek, before walking away.

After everyone left the house felt quiet and empty.

"What put you in a sour mood?" You asked as you studied Ivar's frowning face.

"How about we don't talk about it?" He suggested and plopped down on the couch. You sat next to him and together you sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I didn't mean for you to be quiet." Ivar's head resting on the sofa turned to you.

"I know. I don't wanna talk either. Can we watch TV and then go to sleep. I promise I'll be better company tomorrow." You gave him a haphazard smile.

"Erik?" Ivar asked. You nodded.

"Freydis?" You asked a few seconds later. Ivar nodded. You sighed and Ivar turned on the TV. You ended up watching a romantic comedy The Lost City and laughed throughout the movie and continued with Modern Family, both of you falling asleep somewhere in the middle of Season 2, completely exhausted.

When Ivar woke up the next morning completely stiff, the first thing he needed to do was stretch and the cracking of his bones woke you up.

"This was the perfect place to sleep." You giggled and yawned at the same time.

"I think this means we're old." He sighed as his back cracked.

"You're old, my bones are still fine." You joked, but when you stood up and stretched everything started cracking.

"Yup, that's the sound of a young person." Ivar joked.

It was nice spending time alone with Ivar again. Since the relationship with Freydis became more serious - when he told her he loved her, it seemed to you as though she has been permanently glued to Ivar.

For the next 5 days Ivar spoiled you, he let you sleep in even though he is usually up at 6 am and he made sure pancakes were always waiting for you when you woke up.

"You don't have to make me pancakes, Ivar. I'm sure there are better things for you to do than wait for me to get up." You said on your second day.

"You could just say thank you, you know." Ivar grinned at your happy expression.

"Thank you." You smiled sweetly at him.

"I really don't mind making pancakes. Besides they make you so happy that if I didn't make them, I'd feel guilty."

"They do make me really happy." You giggled and cut a big chunk of a Nutella stuffed pancake.

After the clean-up you made your way to the small beach and enjoyed the recluse from the heat that the soft Atlantic breeze provided. You were finally nearing the end of the book you have been reading for the last 7 months, when Ivar reappeared from somewhere holding two ice-creams and offered you the lemon flavoured one.

Humming your thank you, you pounced on the ice cream, hoping for the internal cool-down of your body. Glancing at Ivar he gulped down the ice cream - like he always did and you shook your head, focusing your attention on the book again.

"Ugh...brain freeze." Ivar shuddered and held his temples.

"That would imply you have a brain..." You replied, not glancing away from your book. You could feel his glare on you and you couldn't help but grin. Looking up, you only caught a glimpse of him leaning over and smearing his ice cream on your nose.

"Nose freeze." He laughed as you shrieked at the cool ice.

After the sun weakened you went to the water to cool down and finally swim for a bit. Ivar had a very different strategy of entering the water - while you ran in and dove head first, he liked to take his time.

"Hey, grandpa Grumpy, are you coming in or not?" You called from a few feet away, droplets of ocean water dripping down your forehead.

"Screw you, it's so cold!" Ivar called at you, slowly making progress by splashing a bit of water on his body to get accustomed to the change in temperature. A wicked smile crossed your lips and you dove underneath the water surface, swimming towards him and reappearing right in front of him.

"Boo." You grinned.

"I get why your parents call you Mermaid." Ivar smiled at you. You perched up at the shoreline, the top part of your body out of the water and the lower part submerged.

"When I was little my favourite fairytale was The Little Mermaid. And I thought that if I just stay in the water long enough, I'd grow a tail. So I would swim and dive and wait for my tail to finally appear but my parents always forcefully removed me from the water because my lips turned blue and they were scared for me." Smiling at the memory you gazed at the vast ocean. "I really thought that if I just tough it out, I'd finally get my wish. That's why they still call me Little Mermaid." Your eyes focused on Ivar again who was now turned towards you and sporting a soft smile.

A loud curse tore from his throat as you splashed water at him.

"You're such a baby. The water is not even that cold." You laughed.

"You just wait. I'll make you pay."

"Only if you can catch me." You stuck your tongue out at him and dove back in the water.

Your battle continued in the water with both of you splashing and dunking each other. You were so loud that in the end only the two of you remained in the water while everyone else packed their bags and left.

Giggling like the two idiots that you were, you made your way back to the house to make dinner and watch the series again.

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"We're going back tomorrow." Ivar pointed out as you watched Modern Family. Burying your face into a pillow, you groaned.

"Don't spoil our last day here."

"I've been wanting to ask you something for a while now...this might be the last chance I'll get."

Pausing the show you turned to him, crossing your legs under you, ready for a 'real talk'. You motioned for him to continue.

"You know your opinion means a lot to me..." Ivar paused and you slowly nodded. "I noticed a few things recently and I wanted to ask you what you thought about Freydis?" Searching his eyes, you were surprised by the question.

"She's okay. I mean I wouldn't call her my friend, but I don't mind her." You shrugged your shoulders.

"Okay, but I want to hear your opinion on her with me."

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy." You forced a smile on your face.

"That doesn't answer my question." Ivar rolled his eyes.

"I don't think my opinion is needed here. You're the one dating her, so what I think has no value."

"But when you say things like that, it makes me think you really don't like her."

"Why do you need to hear what I think, especially if you think I have a not so great opinion of her?"

"Because if this relationship will be long-term, I don't want to lose you, because deep down you don't like her." Ivar averted his eyes from you. "You mean so much to me. We've been friends for such a long time and no relationship is worth compromising that. So, please, tell me what you think."

Running your fingers through your scalp and sighing, you observed him.

"Ugh, fine. I think she's kind of rude, selfish, opinionated bordering on judgy and controlling." Ivar remained quiet. "But my opinion of your girlfriend shouldn't be a factor in your relationship. I only experience a fraction of her and I have no way of knowing how she is when you're alone. Our friendship is not going to end because I might not be the biggest fan of her. I promise." You smiled.

"She is very opinionated, isn't she?" He laughed a few silent moments later.

"Very much so. You know I have no problem with that in general, but on Sunday I couldn't get even a word in when she went on a rampage on the meat industry. And when anyone wanted to say something she just disregarded everything or refused to listen."

"I remember and then everyone just started talking about other things and she was insulted." Ivar mused. You scratched your temple at that, looking away from him and gathering the courage.

"Since we're on the subject...care to share your thoughts on Erik?" You met his eyes. It was his turn to be uncomfortable.

"He's okay."

"But...?" You continued for him, making him sigh.

"He's not exactly the guy I thought you'd end up dating."

"Meaning what?"

"Look this is just somethings I picked up on and I might be exaggerating...but he tends to disregard you and your worries, he's manipulative, he doesn't get your humor and he has a ridiculously high opinion of himself."

You slowly nodded.

"You know I've been having the feeling that he's trying to manipulate me sometimes..." You felt a pang in your heart.

"You're not an easy person to manipulate."

"I thought you'd be with a different kind of person too..." You finally said and Ivar's heart skipped a beat.

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I'm back at the Ivar x Reader train and this time with a long story 😁 I'm trying to get a few stories out these days because I'm leaving in 2 days for a month and I have no idea how much time I'll have for writing during the trip 🙈 but I am so excited, 5 weeks away from here and with my favourite people 💙🥰

This is me when I tell people I'm going for 5 weeks 🤭😁👇