#HAHA LATE MOTHER'S DAY because she dea--

[tsunael]

he's coming back.

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Find Us

Summary: (Y/N)’s sleep study goes horribly wrong.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine

Sitting at the table you had continued the research you had begun the day before, you had been knee deep in articles since you had sent your sibling off to school that morning and it was almost time for them to get out.

Not that they would be coming back home after school; your mother had to stay on location for a few days and for tonight you couldn’t hold down the fort because you had your own appointment.

Dr. Finehair said he had a specialist come in to conduct a sleep study to see if maybe it was a brainwave disturbance causing your sleeping problems and he wanted you to try and sleep as long as you could.

Without meaning to you had let your mind wander back to your phone call with Ivar yesterday.

After you hung up you spared a moment to think about how abruptly Ivar decided to end the call, it seemed like something was wrong with him.

You figured he would tell you when he felt the need to talk about it, so you went back to your research on Ivar the Boneless.

History was one of your favorite subjects because it’s like a story that really happened once upon a dark and twisted time.

The more you read the more you wanted to put it all aside and never look at it again, which was odd for you. Normally you loved the dark part of history, you believed that no country can ever grow without looking back at its history.

American history was your usual topic but this was a completely new ballpark, and Ivar the Boneless didn’t really feel like light reading. Especially when you couldn’t help but picture your best friend performing a Blood Eagle in order to avenge his father.

His father was another matter that needed researching, you had to look into as much as you could. Any small piece of information could be vital to figuring out this whole thing.

Whatever this thing was.

Your stomach growled and snapped you out of your own head, you sat aside your laptop and stretched before you stood up from your kitchen table.

The kitchen window gave your neighbor a good enough view that she could just walk by and see that you weren’t sleeping.

It didn’t surprise you that your mother didn’t trust you to stay awake on your own accord, because you also didn’t trust yourself to not take a nap.

God you needed a nap.

With a sigh you went and made yourself a quick bowl of ramen to ease your hunger without overfilling yourself.

It was about an hour before Ivar would be released.

He was going to drive you to the hospital and wait for you, meaning he would sleep in an uncomfortable waiting room or even worse his truck. It felt odd that he would do that for you, and even though you had asked him to, you thought he’d decline.

Suddenly your phone chimed with a message.

I’m leaving early be there in ten - Ivar

Cool, we can just chill until it’s time to go - (Y/N)

You looked at the phone and couldn’t help but second guess if that message was good enough, or if you should have added any emojis.

Ugh, this was not good, how could you have suddenly developed feelings for him; Ivar of all people. The guy you were trying to get to remember his past life.

A life in which he was married to you while being old enough to be your grandfather.

You groaned in mild annoyance and complete confusion as you went upstairs to change out of the pajamas you had been lounging in.

The minutes passed like seconds and soon Ivar was at your door.

Fighting the urge to double check yourself in the mirror you went downstairs to let him in.

‘Hey, I got your schoolwork.’ he said handing you a folder.

‘Boo.’ you whined as you looked at the assignments.

‘You’re welcome, not like I went out of my way to get them for you or anything.’ Ivar sassed.

‘Thank you, think you can help me with this...I hate math.’

‘I know, sure I’ll help.’

You led him to the kitchen and subtly motioned to the open window and waved at your neighbor who waved back.

The older woman looked at Ivar in confusion and Ivar waved politely before he sat at your table.

‘So are we starting with math first?’

‘Hell no, tell me about the man with no eyes.’ you said bluntly.

‘I don’t know much, man doesn’t like being in the public eye. Got rich through genius investments but he seems to come from old money despite the fact that no information on his family is available. My father said he was one of his first clients.

‘So it's not like he just time traveled to get here, he’s well established. Covered in mystery but still real, does that mean he’s been alive this whole time?’ you asked.

‘I would guess so but that doesn’t seem humanly possible.’ Ivar said back.

‘Maybe he isn’t human then, at this point we can’t afford to think too logically anymore, the new motto is if we can explain it then we can accept it.’

‘Inspirational.’ he hummed.

‘Thank you, I’m truly a poetic soul.’ you joked.

‘Yeah... there is more though, he knew too much.’

That got your attention, not because of what Ivar had said but the way he said it, like he wasn’t talking about something he’d experienced. It was as if he was talking about someone else he didn’t know.

‘What do you mean?’

‘He knew about my family, but it didn’t feel like he looked us up. He just...knew too much.’ Ivar tried to clarify.

‘What did he know?’

‘Dad was introducing us and he said this wasn’t all us...he knew two of us weren’t there and he was right. Bjorn wasn’t there and he knew about Gida...almost no one knows about Gida, Dad never talks about her except on her birthday.’

‘Who is Gida?’ you asked.

‘My sister, well half sister if you want to be politically correct. My dad’s first wife had two kids Bjorn and Gida, when his first company was just becoming successful he had to leave town a lot and on one trip he was told Gida had died of influenza.’

‘Oh my God, I’m sorry.’ you said sympathetically.

‘It’s ok, she died way before I was born, I’ve only seen a few pictures but I don’t know anything about her, but that guy did. He knew that none of us ever saw her and he knew she was sick, and I could tell that dad was surprised by him knowing.’

Now Ivar was looking off into the distance as if he himself wasn’t even here sitting at your table right now. It was as if he was mentally somewhere else, probably trying to come up with a scenario where his father would have talked about this girl named Gida.

‘Hey, calm down. We can put a pin in it for right now if you want to, I actually do need to get some of my homework done.’ you tried to comfort.

Ivar nodded and took in a deep breath and let it all out.

You actually managed to put most of your focus on stupid equations that no one would ever need in real life, but you couldn’t help but think about how hard this was all becoming now.

Ivar was in complete denial of who he must have been in his past life, anytime you brought it up he shuts down or starts bleeding. How much more proof did he need and what will he do when he can’t deny it any more?

By some miracle you finished all your assignments with mild confidence that it was at least a B+, Ivar was apparently putting all his focus on helping you.

Pretty soon it was time for the two of you to head out if you wanted to get to the hospital in time for your appointment.

The ride was uneventful, just casual talk about school and plans for next weekend; pretty much you talked about anything but the elephant in the room.

While you rode you were very proud of yourself for keeping things casual. It was as if you had pushed aside that mild panic you felt about the possibility of you having a crush on the guy next to you.

At the hospital you filled out some papers while Ivar was chatting with the lady at the desk, it was the same one from your first visit.

Her name was Helga, she was a blond woman who looked no older than twenty seven tops, but she spoke to Ivar as if she were an forty year old aunt.

‘Are you her ride home? She could be here for a while, your mother will worry.’ Helga asked.

‘Mother always does, I let her know I’d be home late if it makes you feel better.’ he assured.

‘It doesn’t.’

You felt kinda awkward interrupting to let her know you were done with the papers.

She took them and led you into an examination room where a male nurse took your vitals and gave you a gown to wear.

After a minute Dr. Finehair came in with another doctor who you had to assume was the specialist who would be conducting the study.

‘Hello Ms. (Y/N), I’m Dr. Finehair.’

You made a confused face and sent a looked between the two men.

‘My little brother, if it helps you can call him Halfdan.’ your doctor explained.

‘Don’t worry the smarter one is in charge.’ Halfdan smiled politely.

It was strange how easily his charm seemed to relax you, but you guessed as a doctor he had to have amazing bedside manners.

‘I’ve looked over all of your test results and it seems to be nothing physically with your body, other than what could be expected from an exhausted teenager.’ he said as he began placing little stickers on your temples, scalp face, chest and legs.

Both doctors were very nice and the small talk did help to pass the time while Halfdan was placing sensors on your body.

‘The main purpose of the study is to see what your brainwaves are up to when you go to sleep. If there is anything unusual then we can know what to focus on and see what tests need to be run on you. OK?’ he explained.

‘I understand, how long do I need to sleep?’

‘As long as you can, did you need any sleeping aids, I see it’s been prescribed to you.’

‘Not necessary, I’m ready to crash whenever you give me the go ahead Doc.’ you smiled.

‘Oh well don’t let me stop you, we are going to leave the room, the sensors are connected to a machine, we will monitor the room as well record video.’

‘What if I have to use the restroom? I guess I should have asked before you started.’

‘It is fine, we can disconnect you, all you have to do is let us know.’

‘Alright you are all set to go, we will leave you to it ma’am.’

The two men left and it only took you about thirty seconds to go to sleep.

******************************************************************* Ivar’s POV

The hospital was unusually quiet today, not empty by any means, but it seemed nothing horribly urgent had happened since he’d gotten here.

Every person that came in was calm and in good enough shape to explain why they were here and what they were feeling.

Of course that would be expected because this hospital was a bit out of the way, too far from the busy highways where most car accidents tend to happen.

There was also the fact that this was a very expensive hospital, with amazing security, top of the line technology and the best doctors you can get.

All of his surgeries had been done here, because on top of all those other great qualities this hospital assured each patient complete privacy. No matter who the patient was or how much money their secrets were worth.

Ivar was sitting there, in one of the uncommonly comfortable waiting room chairs, scrolling through social media on his phone when a sudden wave of lightheadedness hit him.

His vision blurred to the point where he had to sit his phone aside and shake his head in an effort to clear his head.

‘I see you Boneless.’

Ivar flinched at the sudden voice, but more than that he flinched at the name.

He looked up and what he saw was impossible, so very impossible that even the thought of it made him think that he was going mad.

There is no other explanation for what was sitting in the chair across from him.

It was himself.

His own face, slightly hidden behind a thick and graying beard, but all the same it was obviously his face. His eyes, nose and teeth...his face.

‘No.’ he breathed.

‘But yes, you wouldn’t believe what all had to be sacrificed for us to chat, and I’m sad to say that my being here is not good news.’

‘You aren’t here.’ Ivar whispered.

‘No, not really; neither are you, not completely. Neither of us can ever truly be anywhere until we are together. Until you accept that you are me, I did my part; I died...and I waited.’

‘Waited for what? For two teenagers to meet to clean up a mess you made thousands of years ago?’ he snapped angrily, barely managing to keep his voice down.

‘I didn’t want to do this, I saw no point in it. I was fully prepared to accept the punishment the Gods felt I deserved, but it wasn’t just me...and it isn’t just you. Everyone you love and care about, they are all being punished for my deeds, our deeds.’

‘Your deeds.’ Ivar spat.

‘Our...deeds.’

‘Ivar.’

This time Ivar jumped clean out of his chair, partially due to being so suddenly startled but mostly to look away from this thing with his face.

Herald was there and just the look on his face told him something was wrong; horribly wrong.

‘What happened?’

‘Helga is calling her mother now, Ivar I need you to be calm. I can see how much you care for her and I know you will worry, but losing your composure won’t help anything do you understand?’ Herald said seriously.

‘Tell me what happened.’ Ivar repeated quietly, almost certain he didn’t want the answer but he needed it all the same.

‘(Y/N) is brain dead.’

‘What? She was just here for a sleep study. What the hell happened?!’ Ivar hissed.

The hairs on the back of his neck was standing up and he couldn’t think of a time where he had been this scared.

‘We don’t know. I wouldn’t even be saying any of this to you if her mother hadn’t listed you as one of (Y/N)’s emergency contacts.’

‘Tell me!’ Ivar snapped.

Herald sighed in mild annoyance but his look remained professional.

‘Her vitals were excellent, no sleep aids were administered. Neither me or Halfdan can explain what happened, I was monitoring her on camera and he was watching her brainwaves. Out of nowhere the waves flat-line and she is seizing up.’

‘She had a seizure?’

‘Yes. A non epileptic seizure, but a seizure nonetheless; we had to risk sedating her before she hurt herself. I wish I could tell you something, anything to explain what went wrong, but I don’t know. I checked her for every physical condition I can think of as a medical doctor and there is nothing to see.’

Ivar was speechless, he didn’t know what to say, even if he did he wouldn’t trust his voice to say it without breaking.

‘When her mother arrives I will explain it to her and what happens next will be her decision.’

‘Can I see her?’ he asked softly.

‘Yes, but do not move her. We are not sure what is causing the problem and we won’t know until we can get her in a CAT scan.’

‘CAT scans, do you think it’s cancer?’ Ivar asked, his eyes wide and his heart filled with dread.

‘I can not say, even suggesting it with no test done I could lose my license. For right now I need you to keep calm while we try to figure out what exactly is happening.’

Ivar nodded in understanding, he listened to the room number and made his way there; all the while thinking about everything.

He thought about the imaginary creature that spoke to him in the waiting room.

“My being here is not good news” that’s what he said and he was right.

He remembered when he had first met her in the hallway; he couldn’t stop thinking about her in class, when he saw her at the table with his brothers he was happy to see her. Even happier that he liked her and saw her as a great friend.

A friend was something he’d never had before and he had thought this was why he wanted to keep her so close, but it wasn’t.

Ivar knew that now, he wouldn’t be this worried and concerned for a friend.

He loved (Y/N), he loved her and right now she was brain dead because of the actions of a dead man.

Because of his actions.

[things-i-love-blog1]

Narcos One Shot (PeñaxOC)

After I’ve watched Narcos (I know I am late, haha) I was in desperate need of some Javi fanfiction. As it was pretty hard to finde some, I just decided to write one myself.

So here it is! I translated my one shot as I am living in Germany - the choice of words might sound strange from time to time, I am sorry! Please tell me what you think about it, I had so much fun writing it! 

Thank you to @imaginethekingsman because your stories motivated me - I enjoy them so much! Lots of love! 

Narcos One Shot - Javier Peña x OC 

Lucita 

She could hear the Columbian music before she had even opened the door of the small bar. It made her smile unconsciously and she realized how much she had missed it. Although she has never spent more than a few weeks during her school breaks here, it has always felt like home. Maybe it was because her mother was born in Bogota and always had a strong connection to her birthplace – even after she met her father and moved to the States. Thanks to her mother she even grew up learning Spanish besides English. Another reason Columbia felt like home. Hearing Spanish at every corner just reminded her of happy moments. Maybe that was why she started to work for an Airline which was flying between Columbia and the States.

The heat was present all the time in Bogota. Even now, as the night has already settled, she could still feel it on her skin. When she finally opened the door to the club the air seemed to become even hotter – thick, full of cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol. She scanned the room with her eyes searching for colleagues. She found them eventually, far back at the table in the corner. They arrived in a machine from Washington to Bogota yesterday and were going back in a few days. It took Lucia a few minutes to get to the other end of the bar, pressing her body through the mass of people. So much loud music. So much laughter. So many dancing people.

“Lucia!”, one of her coworkers – Coleen -  gave her a shot of tequila as soon as she arrived at the corner of the bar. She smiled, taking the glass. The alcohol ran down her throat leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling. Coleen had started working for the airline at the same time as Lucia did. She was a little bit younger than herself, but they had been friends ever since. Lucia recognized that Coleen was saying something to her, but she couldn’t understand anything. The music was too loud – latino rhythms that were slowly beginning to take over her body. She stepped closer.

“Look who I found!” Lucia glanced over to the man her friend was pointing at. He was standing next to her, leaning on the wall. He was tall, his dark blue shirt was unbuttoned on the top. Probably because of the heat. She didn’t recognize him until she looked closer at his face. “Mr. Murphy!”, Lucia said and smiled, “What a surprise, didn’t expect to meet you here.” She could see that he was searching for her face in his memory until he seemed to remember. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your uniform, Ma’am.” He smiled cheeky. She had met him a few weeks ago on a flight from Miami to Colombia and as she had helped him and his wife with some Spanish documents on the airport, she could remember them both pretty well. “How is your wife doing? Connie, if I remember correctly?” He answered. She could see his lips moving at least. But she didn’t understand what he was saying. She could blame it on the loud music. She could blame it on the noise the crowd made. But that would be a lie. The truth was, that somebody called her name. She immediately recognized the voice, although it was a long time since she had heard it. For a few seconds she was even sure that her mind was playing tricks on her. But it wasn’t. 

“Lucita?” His voice was deeper than she remembered. Her first impulse was to turn around as fast as she could, but she kept herself from doing that. Lucia took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a few seconds. Just as had to prepare for what her eyes would see in a few seconds. Or whom. “Hola Javi.”  He didn’t change at all, at least that was what she thought at first glance. Maybe a little slimmer than a few years ago. And more muscular. At the second glace she wasn’t sure about that anymore. He seemed tried, shadows under his eyes. Surprised it was really her he was seeing. There was a hint of disbelief in his dark eyes, as if she was a fata morgana in the Columbian heat. Then – finally – a smirk appeared on his face before he pulled her into his arms without hesitation. The way he mumbled her name again, gave her goose bumps. Lucia couldn’t help but admit that she actually enjoyed feeling his arms around her. Maybe she had even missed that, she thought taking a deep breath of the mixture of cigarette smoke, pines and aftershave that surrounded Javier. 

“Murphy, that’s Lucia. Lucia, that’s Murphy”, Javier said, still having a smirk on his lips. Lucia shook hands with Mr. Murphy recognizing the big grin on his face and the looks he gave his friend. “Steve, nice to meet you again Lucia. I had no idea you actually know my colleague.” “It’s a small world, I guess!”, Lucia answered smiling and decided to ignore the fact that Javier’s arm was still wrapped around her shoulder. It surprised her that Steve was a DEA-Agent as well. She probably should’ve guessed when Connie told her that her husband was starting his job in the American embassy. “What are you doing in Colombia?” Javier asked, after ordering three more drinks. Lucia laughed while shaking her head slightly. Partly because the situation seemed so unreal, partly because Javier didn’t change at all. Always coming straight to the point, always curious. Sometimes it made her feel like being in an interrogation. “Thanks for asking, Javi. I have been doing great the last two years, what about you?” Lucia answered grinning and ignoring his question before she finished her Tequila shot. Steve started to laugh patting Javier on the back. “I think you both will be fine without me. I will be over at the bar, if you need anything.” 

Lucia followed the American with her eyes until he disappeared in the crowd. When she turned back to Javier, he was lighting a cigarette. Inhaled a puff. Blew the smoke back into the air. Inhaled another puff. His eyes on Lucia the whole time. His eyebrows pulled together, making a wrinkle between them visible. It almost seemed as if he wanted to read her mind, searching for the answer to his question. She managed to withstand his glance for a few seconds before she looked away. “Stop it, Java”, she could literally hear him smirking. “Stop what?” he blew some more smoke in the air not even trying to hide the grin on his face. “Looking at me like that.” He laughed, deep. Holding the cigarette in one hand, he used the other one to finish his drink. Whiskey, Lucia guessed. She sighed when she felt him looking at her again. She had almost forgotten how hard it was to owe him an answer. He would be persistent until he got it, she knew that. Just the DEA-Agent he was. “I have been working for American Airlines for quite a while now. We came here yesterday and going back in a few days.” He seemed to be pleased with that answer, although the wrinkle between his eyebrows was still present. “You never enjoyed flying”, he said after inhaling a puff. Smiling Lucia shrug her shoulders. “You know –“ , she said taking the cigarette out of his hand, inhaling a deep breath before handing it back to him, “ after college I felt like I had to get as far away as possible. An airplane seemed suitable. American Airlines was hiring at that time. They had just started flying to Columbia and searched for somebody who could speak Spanish. And now I am here.” Javier smiled looking at the stain of red lipstick on his lipstick. “Haven’t I always told you that Spanish will be your downfall one day?” Lucia smiled as well. “This is not my first downfall caused by my Spanish”, she said cheekily looking at him. Javier laughed. This is how he remembered her: bold, having the gift of the gab.

For a moment, neither of them was saying a word. Javier was looking at her again. The last time he had seen her was in Texas when she visited her grandparents who were living next to his father’s farm. She looked different somehow. There were ten years between them, but that had never been an obstacle to their friendship. And sometimes more than that. He watched her brushing her hair behind her ear, looking to the dancefloor and finally holding out her hand to him. He laughed croakily, shaking his head. He definitely preferred standing next to the dancefloor over being on it. As soon as he saw the grin on her face, he knew that he would lose this fight. Without hesitation, Lucia took his hand and he let it happen. When she turned to him on the dancefloor, he was smiling at her. Mischievously. It took her breath away, just for a second. He smiled even more, recognizing it. Javier pulled her closer and they started to dance to the rhythm of the music. “I forgot what a good dancer you are.” His breath touched her naked shoulder. She closed her eyes. “Look at you, still being the gentleman you were back then”, Lucia laughed throwing her head back a little bit when he made her turn around herself. He had also forgotten how infectious her laugh was. “You still haven’t answered my question”, Lucia looked at him. She was smaller than Javier which meant that she had to look up to see his face. He looked down to her, raising his eyebrows. “How you are doing”, she clarified. He made her turn around herself again just to pull her even closer to himself after it. His breath touched her ear when he answered, making her heart beating a little bit too fast. “I am dancing with you, Lucita. How could I not be feeling wonderful?” She laughed, shaking her head again. „We both know that this is only half the truth.” Again, she couldn’t help but recognize the shadows under his eyes. There were a few more wrinkles on his forehead, around his eyes. She knew what his work as a DEA agent included. He never told her what he was doing here in Colombia, but she could tell. And if she was honest to herself, she knew that he must have been seeing horrible things. The pictures on TV were terrible enough.

Javier was looking down at Lucia again, catching her watching him closely. He raised his eyebrows which made a half-smile appear on her face. When he drew her even closer to him, she could smell the pines and the aftershave again. “I am fine”, he murmured gently, his face so close to hers that his lips touched Lucia’s temple. Again, she held her breath. Closed her eyes. Knowing that this was the only answer she would get she decided to stop worrying. Tried to enjoy the moment. The music. The feeling of his hand on her waist. And she did. She could literally grab the tension between them. See it. It made her skin prickling, her breath shaking. And she knew that he could tell. To be honest, he probably knew as well as she did how this evening was going to end. Some things never change, she thought, no matter how far away you are from home.

She was watching him while he was trying to open the door to his apartment with one hand. Holding her hand in his other one just as he would be afraid that she could change her mind. With one foot he pushed the door open, finally pulling her in his hallway. Just seconds after he had closed the door again, he pushed her against the wall. His hands next to her head, fixating her with his dark eyes. She could swear that he had to see her heartbeat through her chest. Goosebumps all over her body. Lucia placed her hands in his neck, running her fingers through his hair, over his neck to his shirt. Unbuttoning it slowly. She enjoyed how his eyes watched her while she continued to open his shirt. A half-smile on her face when she finally touched the bare skin under his shirt with her hands. Moving her fingers from his shoulders to his chest, following the line of hair down to his pants. The second she tried to open them Javier grabbed her hands, pinning them on the wall above her head. Her lips slightly opened she breathed heavily. Smiling again when she recognizes his eyes slowly wandering over her body. 

“You look wonderful in this dress”, he whispered. Slowly pushing the strap of her dress over her shoulder and then – suddenly – turning her so she faced the wall. She bit her lip and closed her eyes when she felt his lips on her naked shoulder. “I remember you look even better without it”, his voice so close to her ear that his lips barely touched it. Inch by inch he opened the zipper of the red dress. Finally, it fell to the ground silently. Gently Javier was turning her back towards him. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth opened, breathing fast. „¡Mírame!“, Lucia recognized that his deep voice was shaking. She opened her eyes, looking at him. He seemed so familiar, yet so different. She ran her fingers through his hair, drew an invisible line from his forehead over his temple to his upper lip, his moustache, his chin. Their eyes met and for a second neither of them moved. Then, he slowly lifted his arms, took her face into his hands. Touched her lips with his thumb. Leaning against her body. Skin on skin. He could feel her heavy breathing when he bent down. Stopped, not even an inch away from her face. Feeling the warmth of her skin. She was the one pulling him close almost impatiently until their lips finally met.

It was still dark when she woke up, but the sun had already started to rise. It took Lucia a few seconds to remember where she was. Carefully she turned over in bed. Javier was liying next to her on his back, his face turned towards Lucia. For a few seconds she was only lying there, watching him, almost not daring to breath. He seemed peaceful, almost relaxed. She suppressed the need to touch his lips, which were slightly opened. With a soundless sigh she got up and got dressed, her eyes falling on the gun which was lying on the bedside table. Sometimes she almost forgot. Forgot what he was doing, what he was seeing every day. She knew that he was good in what he was doing. But she also knew that there was a limit to the pain which one could take and experience. At least that was what her grandpa always told her. She sighed again. Lucia had almost reached the door to the living room, when she turned around again. Thought about going back to bed, then smiling regretfully. She knew how Javier was like. It’s not that she was regretting what happened last night and he wouldn’t either. But she also hadn’t planned on it, didn’t want to make it awkward the next morning. Lucia looked at Javier again, closely as if she had to memorize every detail of his face. She could feel that - if she left now - she wouldn’t see him again anytime soon. Maybe another two years, maybe even longer. She just knew it. Thinking that, she turned around and closed the door behind her. 

[aedontheshore]

wow I think I’ve been away for few days from my roleplaying account.

I suddenly had no urge to write these days so I took time off to play The Sims and taking care of my kittens. The weather has been excruciating lately, and it always turns one of my kittens sick; I have this theory that black cats suffer even more in scorching hot weather because the color of their furs absorbs more heat. I wonder if this is true or not? So the last couple days I’ve been giving the most attention to the sick one by making sure she stayed hydrated. Fortunately, today her appetite has come back and she’s no longer lethargic. Time to help her gain back some weight this week.

Also, I met up with some of my kpop friends last weekend and we just realized that it’s going to be MBLAQ’s 10th year anniversary! Time sure moves so fast. We thought about arranging a public gathering with the fandom next month but there are no concrete plans for now since we all have grown up and have office jobs to do, haha. but I think it would be fun if we could all gather around, having a little reunion while watching the MVs, documentaries or the variety shows. but we’ll see, there might be an update later.

anyways, hi,  I’m Dea. I’m an aspired writer and I practice by joining the korean roleplay community. I love cats (currently taking care of four: Egi-the mother, Ichi, Nini and Sani-the kittens, currently 4,5 months old), books, manga and praline with caramel ice cream from Baskin Robins.

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Ivar’s Little Army

Summary: Ivar found out he could have kids and got carried away.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

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When Ivar realized that his cock wasn’t broken he was almost too happy to contain himself. 

When you, a simple seamstress, told him that you were pregnant with his child he wished more than ever that his legs were strong enough to let him jump for joy just once.

He wasted no time in proposing and marrying you before your belly had even began to grow. 

You gave birth to a healthy and capable son that he named Torstien, after a good friend of his father. A man that Ivar always remembered treating him well in his youth.

After the first son, Ivar was ready to implant an entire army in you.

Your next pregnancy came before Torstien had seen his second summer, this one turned out to be twins, Vonna and Aslaug. Then came Gida the next year, and then Ketill and after him was your youngest Runa.

Six children and you were months away from your seventh.

‘Mother Ketill is pulling my hair!’ Gida complained as you were cutting vegetables for the stew.

‘She stole my sword!’ your son argued.

‘No I didn’t! I told you Runa had it last! Gida shouted as she swatted at her  brother.

‘Stop it you two! I keep telling you put your practice sword away Ketill, leave her alone and you go and find it.’ you scolded.

‘But moth-’

‘No buts, off you go.’ you ordered.

Gida grinned while Ketill left the kitchen.

‘Don’t look so smug, put his sword somewhere he’ll find it. I know you have it tucked under your furs. Next time I will not be so forgiving.’ you said. 

As Gida sulked off in came Vonna and Aslaug, jumping and laughing, being loud as always. 

‘Hello Mother!’ they said in unison.

‘Hello girls, why are you jumping?’ you asked.

‘We saw some frogs by the creek so we started jumping too!’ Aslaug giggled.

‘Well hop to make your beds, then finish the chores you left.

‘Yes Mother!’ they chimed hopping away.

Finally you went back to chopping now that you had peace once again.

‘Mama!’

You sighed and sat down the knife and waited while Runa came waddling toward you from where she had been playing.

‘Runa.’ you smiled picking up the toddler.

‘Nomma!’ she babbles clumsily grabbing a carrot from the table and began teething on it.

‘Nom nom!’ you cooed.

‘You baby her.’ 

You look up and see Ivar coming in on his crutches.

‘She is my baby, am I not allowed to baby her?’ you asked as Ivar leaned down to kiss your forehead.

‘Father!’ 

The entire household seemed to shake with how loud your children were.

Like the army they would grow to be they all came charging in.

‘Wait!’ you tried but it was too late Torstien had already already jumped and tackled Ivar to the ground and a second later all the kids were on their father.

‘Oi! You little shits get off me!’ Ivar grunted with no real malice in his voice.

‘We have overthrown you father! the thrown is ours!’ his eldest cheered.

‘Our thrown! Our thrown!’ the others cheered.

‘If you over throw me who will keep your mother from punishing you?’ Ivar panted tiredly.

It was then they all looked over at you as you glared at them.

‘Get off of my husband you little monsters.’ you said.

‘Offa Faa’ Runa added helpfully.

They all scrambled to get up and Ivar sat up but made no move to grab his crutch and stand.

Instead he looked at all his kids together as he often did with disbelief.

‘My children.’ he sighed to himself before he looked up at you and ran his hand over your swollen belly.

‘My beautiful wife.’ he hummed.

You smiled, still not used to having Ivar compliment you even after all these years of marriage.

‘Are you alright Ivar?’ you asked.

‘I’m fine, they haven’t killed me yet.’ Ivar said sending his kids a playful look.

‘Not yet Father.’ Vonna said cheekily.

‘Look at you threatening me.’ Ivar smirked.

‘Its a promise, we’ll take that thrown one day father.’ Ketill said.

‘I look forward to it my boy!’

‘Alright enough plotting to over throw your father, back to your chores all of you or no dinner.’ you warned.

‘Yes Mother.’ they all said before going back toward their bedrooms.

‘Torstien, take Runa with you, I wish to speak with your Father.’ you said handing the baby to your oldest son.

At last you were alone with your husband.

‘I missed you today my love.’ you said.

‘Not as much as I missed you.’ Ivar smiled, placing a kiss on your hand.

Ivar’s eyes moved from your eyes to you belly and he adjusted his position to place a kiss on your enlarged stomach.

‘I cannot wait to meet you little one.’ he said.

‘This will be the last little one Ivar. Running this house... nothing makes me happier, but nothing makes me as tired.’ you said.

‘Take in a few servants, I keep telling you this.’ Ivar said.

‘No, I don’t want my children raised by servants. My mother raised me and I will raise my kids.’ you said firmly.

‘(Y/N) please, just three more after this one my love.’ he pleaded.

‘Ivar...’ you sighed.

‘Please...my beautiful wife, just a few more and I will let you have peace.’ he said looking up at you.

‘Don’t we have more than enough? It like one comes out and then you hurry to put in another one in me...we are still young Ivar after this one give me a few years break.’ you bargain.

Ivar looked ready to argue but you leveled him with a look that left no room for discussion.

‘It is my body Ivar and I am free to decide how I use it, I just like for us to talk about things so there is no misunderstanding.’ you said.

‘I know, it is your body, I respect you for respecting yourself. I just...for years I thought I would never have children, never really let myself imagine it. I waged war after war because I wanted a life no child would fit in anyway. Then I found you and you gave me...everything.’ he spoke softly.

‘That first night with you was one of the best nights of my life, then you stayed by my side and looked at me like there was no man better than me in this world. I was never gonna let you leave, then you told me you were with child I was so happy...I got addicted to the feeling of knowing you were walking around with my child in you and then seeing the child that was me and you.’ he continued.

‘I want to feel that feeling as much as I can.’ he finished.

By the time he had finished speaking you had tears in your eyes.

‘You little imp...how could I say no after you say something so sweet.’ you whimpered.

Ivar smiled as he used the table to pull himself up enough to kiss you.

‘That was the plan.’ he grinned before you deepened the kiss.

‘Disgusting, we eat there old man!’ Torstien said from the entrance where he stood with Runa in his arms.

Ivar sighed and grabbed his crutches.

‘Who are you calling old you little bastard? Come here!’ he said before he began to walk toward the children.

Torstien hurried off as his father chased behind him.

‘He’s after us!’ your son yelled.

A great amount noise was made as Ivar played with his kids.

You could only sigh as you rubbed your belly.

‘Don’t get used to being the youngest...it won’t last long with a father like yours.’

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Make Me Feel Beautiful 

Summary: (Y/N) comes to Ivar, like she always does.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader 

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Ivar was in his room sharpening his knife when he heard her footsteps from down the hall.

With a sigh he sat his weapon aside.

In less than a second (Y/N) burst threw the door and slammed it behind her.

‘Your brother is an ass.’ she seethed as she marched to his bed and plopped onto it.

Ivar rolled his eyes.

This was happening far too often for his taste.

Ivar had a very distinct reputation after he had killed that child during a game; a reputation that left people afraid him.

(Y/N) was his only friend, the only one who wasn’t scared of him.

As children his mother would often tease and joke that (Y/N) would be Ivar’s wife one day.

It shocked the whole town when Sigurd began courting her, it shocked them even more when she accepted his advances.

Ivar didn’t like it at all, knowing his brother was just trying to steal the one person outside of his family who loved him.

She assured him it was not possible, she would never abandon him and she kept her word.

But now half the time they spent together she was complaining about Sigurd.

'What did he do this time?’ Ivar asked tiredly.

'I know he is your brother but he is as much a snake as the image in his stupid eye. You won’t even believe what I caught him doing, I barely believe it.’ she ranted.

'What did he do?’ Ivar asked again, whatever it was she was obviously more upset than normal.

'I caught him…in our lake with that slave girl.’ she spat.

‘Margrethe.’ Ivar sighed. 

‘That whore, she is sleeping her way through your brothers, I wouldn’t be surprised if your mother has had her as well. In fact I think the reason I like you so much is because you haven’t stuck your prick in that rabbit hole.’ she said as she stood and began pacing.

‘I’m going to cut him into so many the pieces that all of him won’t make it to Valhalla.’ she growled.

‘Why do you let him drive you this insane, he isn’t worth the stress or the time.’ Ivar said.

‘Don’t say that Ivar, he is your natural brother.’ she sighed.

‘He has often said I’m not worthy of the air in my lungs, I’m allowed to say he isn’t worthy of my best friend’s affection.’ Ivar scoffed.

She sighed in defeat.

‘I want things to work with him Ivar, I...’ she paused as she sat back down beside Ivar and rested her head on his shoulder.

‘I need things to work with him.’

‘(Y/N)...are you with child?’ Ivar asked, a cold fear filling his lungs.

‘No...and without Sigurd I never will be. He is a cheater and he can be simply cruel sometimes, but he is the only man that will have me.’ she said sadly.

‘What are you saying?’

‘Don’t act like you don’t know Ivar, that in all our years no man has ever taken interest in me. Be it because my fondness of you or my appearance no one but Sigurd has courted me.’ she answered.

‘(Y/N).’

‘It’s true. As bad as he is your brother is the best I’m going to get.’ she said.

In all their years together Ivar had never heard his beloved friend sound so defeated. She always seemed so confident and sure of herself, to hear her say something like that was shocking.

‘What a foolish thing to say, you are gorgeous and I won’t have you thinking otherwise.’ Ivar said.

(Y/N) let out a sad chuckle.

‘Thank you, but we both know you are only saying that to make me feel better. Maybe you find me beautiful as a brother would a sister, but you are not attracted to me Ivar.’

‘What makes you think I’m not attracted to you?’

At that she sits up and stares at him.

‘What?’ she asked.

‘I have never given you a reason to think I wasn’t attracted to you.’ Ivar said simply.

‘You never gave me a reason to think you were.’ she argued.

‘Well we are friends, it would be odd if I casually made an advance.’ Ivar shrugged.

It was true he found (Y/N) to be a very attractive woman, and he would have told her as much if he didn’t think it would make her uncomfortable.  

She seemed to think over his words and deem them to be true.

‘If you are being honest then I am very cross with you Ivar Lothbrok. I tell you you’re attractive every time you doubt yourself.’ 

‘Well if I knew you wanted me to I would have told you every day, maybe then you’d have enough sense to leave that idiot brother of mine.’ Ivar smiled.

‘He really is an idiot, a big cheating rude music loving idiot.’ she spat.

‘Calm down little warrior, we can destroy him later.’ Ivar joked.

‘By the Gods I wish you had told me sooner, before Sigurd it would have saved a lot of trouble.’ she said.

‘Better late than never.’ Ivar said, placing a hand on her thigh.

‘I would have preferred earlier, you idiot.’ she grinned before pushing Ivar onto his back and straddled him, careful of his legs.

‘(Y/N).’ Ivar gasped, not at all prepared for such a sudden advance.

‘Hush, we’ll figure it all out later; right now I want you to make me feel beautiful.’ she said softly before kissing him.

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Annoying

Summary: (Y/N) pays Ivar a late night visit

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Ivar was in his room eating a bit of bread, after his Mother had freed (Y/N) the woman had began to talk his ear off in the way that made him lose his appetite.

‘Now that she is free I imagine she will have more to talk about.’ he mumbled to himself.

‘You bet I will.’

Ivar quickly grabbed his knife and threw at the source of the noise.

The knife planted itself in a shield that was being held in a way that hid the holder’s face, but Ivar knew that rickety shield too well.

I covered in the dent’s of his weapons.

‘Always nice to see that your reflexes aren’t slowed down by ale.’ (Y/N) smiled as she came in and sat on his bed.

Ivar made a face of confusion.

‘What are you doing in my bed?’ he asked.

‘Sitting I think, if that bothers you I will lay down.’ she teased, laying back on his furs.

She had done it many times before and it had angered him so, not that she cared much about it.

‘Why are you here, in my bed without my permission?’

‘Because I no longer need your permission Ivar, I am in your bed as a free woman.’ she smiled.

Ivar smiled to himself, he was happy for her freedom, it was deserved and he himself didn’t understand why it hadn’t been given to her sooner.

‘Free or not you cannot lay in a princes bed without permission.’ Ivar said.

She rolled her eyes and sat up.

‘I did not come here just to sit in your bed...or to annoy you as you say I do. I came here to ask you a question.’ 

Ivar looked away and took a large bite of bread, as he chewed he tried to prepare himself.

Clearly she was bout to ask him about courtship, and he would have to turn her down.

‘What did you want to ask?’ 

‘Do you really find me as bothersome as you say? Would...would it please you more if I did not bother you anymore?’ she asked softly.

Ivar nearly lost his balance he was so shocked by the question, and it angered him how affected he was by it.

He had been asked that question countless times in life; why don’t you tell her to go, or order her to stop talking?

But she had never asked him those questions.

‘I didn’t dare ask such a question as a slave, I feared you’d realize you could get rid of me easily. You brought me such a joy, a joy slaves don’t often get, and your family fondly ordered me to keep you all company.’ she said.

Ivar could not find words.

‘Now I’m free, I can refuse invitations and have more joys, but... I doubt anything will fill my heart with joy the way you do Ivar.’ 

‘I do not bring joy into people’s hearts, I bring fear.’ Ivar replied.

‘I do not fear you, I never have...everyone else does, even your brothers I think, but I do not. I understand you, why you act the way you do.’ she said as she stood.

‘Why do I act like I do?’ 

‘Because you want to be great, you want the world to know and fear you. You want to push the world into the mud you’ve crawled through your whole life and make them see that you didn’t need to be whole to do so.’ she said taking his face in her hands.

Ivar looked in her eyes and saw no lies in them, and it made him look at her in a new way.

‘I will answer your question if you answer mine.’ Ivar said.

She nodded, waited for Ivar to continue.

‘Why is it me you take such liking to? My brothers treat you far better, and mother adores greatly, yet your eyes always search for me. My brother’s say that...’ Ivar trails off.

‘They say that I love you...do they not?’ she smiled, her cheeks turning red.

‘Do you?’

‘Would it bother you if I did?’ 

‘I do not know, perhaps I will when you answer.’ Ivar says.

‘...I do love you Ivar, more than I know how to show. My love for you grows every time I see your face.’ (Y/N) confessed.

Ivar looked down at his lap.

‘Now that you know my feelings...do you wish me to leave? Because if so...with a heavy I will go.’ she whispered.

‘...No.’

Ivar looked up at her eyes.

‘I cannot say if I return your feelings, but I know I do not want you to leave.’ Ivar said.

(Y/N) and Ivar stayed like this for a while, his face in her hands and his in his lap.

‘Come, it is late, and I am tired from the feast, I do not wish to start my first day as a free woman sleep deprived.’ she smiled, letting go of Ivar and going back to the bed.

Ivar crawled the short distance to his bed and climbed in.

‘Sleeping here instead of your new room?’

(Y/N) smiled as she got under the furs.

‘The room was not ready.’ she smirked.

‘Oh so you were coming here to lay in my bed after all.’ Ivar teased.

‘You told me not leave, that means to stay.’ she joked.

Ivar rolled his eyes and tapped her forehead.

‘Go to sleep.’ 

‘I will sleep because I’m tired, not because you said so.’ she yawned.