#Ivar deserves love

[agirlking]

I just realized a lot of the mess with House of The Dragon is reminding me of that plot in Vikings where they had Lagertha kill Aslaug for literally no reason, (she made peace with her like a decade prior, blamed Ragnar for cheating, etc), and also had Lagertha dismiss the idea of Ragnar’s sons with her mattering because “they’re born of a witch” even though the show did not treat völva this way, and it was a weird US Salem Witch Trials mentality to shove in. 

And how I was supposed to then root for Lagertha and Bjorn against Ivar, when the whole mess started with Lagertha killing Ivar’s mother in cold blood. It always effected my ability to feel what the show wanted. I could not BELIEVE Ubbe sided with Lagertha either. Ivar had every right to want her dead. 

[flysafepapi]

Oh sorry but where sigurd killed ivar not the other way around

Honestly, if there’s any fanfiction out there where this happens, I would love to read it, because I want to know how other people think that would be received.

I don’t think it’d be received well at all, least of all by Hvitserk and Floki, Ivar is their favourite.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Master list

I want to preface this by saying I’m sorry for forcing y’all to having to scroll to find my imagines this took like two days to make, also I hope you were not expecting some fancy and beautiful list I am not that talented but this will do the trick.

Also everybody needs to thank @pearlstiare cause she quite literally took me by the hand and walked me through the entire process out of the goodness of their heart, so thank you for being such a wonderful person. Without further or due, enjoy!

Part two of the masterlist

Full list of the characters I write for

Aemond Targaryen

You Are No Dragon

All For The Motherland

My Little Sea Snake

The Apple Of His Eye

Do You Love Me?

‘Till The Seven Rings Of Hell

Take Care Of Me, My Love

I Would Be Honored

Grow Forever, Never Yield

I Will Do It

Lead The Way

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Aegon Targaryen

The Man You Deserve

I Spill My Blood For You

What’s Your Name?

I Want To Try

After You Little Pet

Queen Of My Life

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Do You Want this?

Part One

Part Two

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Cregan Stark

My hearts soldier

My Beloved Wife

Daemon Targaryen

My Moonlight

You Bled For Them, You Decide

Part One

Part Two

An Eye For An Eye

Your Sweet Princess

Are You Mad?

The Death Of Me

She Has Your Eyes

Left Or Right?

It Is Time

What Are You Waiting For Then?

My Turn

We’ll Finish This Later

The Sunflower Of Highgarden

A Risk Taker

Gods Have Mercy

My Dragon

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Tywin Lannister

I Got You, Little Wolf

The Bloody Princess

Massimo Torricelli

Fire And Flame

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Sherlock Holmes

It’s Alright Darling

You Are Family Now

Napoleon Solo

I Got You

Henry Cavill

The Lady Of The House

Part one

Part two

Let Me Have This

Geralt Of Rivia

Protect The Queen

Part one

Part two

There’s Nothing Wrong With Submission

The Dream

Part one

Part two

You Are My Home

Rio

You Can Do Better

A Boy, A Girl And A Game

You Are My Light

She Will Learn

Pete Davidson

The Sun And Moon

Dating Pete Davidson (Spiritual Edition)

Cedric Diggory

You Sneaky Little Fox

Draco Malfoy

We’ll Get Caught

Carlisle Cullen

What’s For Dinner?

Do I Have To?

One Way To Find Out

Just Like You

Of Course Precious

What’s Your Biggest Fear?

Off To Bed For You

Aro Volturi

Lamb For Slaughter

Emmett Cullen

Sir, This Is McDonald’s

That’s My Girl

Edward Cullen

Let Me Do Better

Jasper Hale

Pleasure Is All Mine

Niklaus Mikaelson

You Started This?

Part One

Part Two

My Little Cub

Our Love Is Eternal

Mess Is Mine

Sounds Like Heaven

Maybe It’s Better This Way

Elijah Mikaelson

I Quite Enjoyed It

We’ll See About That

Kai Parker

You’ll Be Fine

See You Around Honey

Excuse Me?

Ivar The Boneless

She Is A Lady

Harwin Strong

I Promise

Look At Me, Princess

I Would Like That

Khal Drogo

Stay With Me

[inexplicifics]

Hey Inex! I just love AWAU, and I'm an over-thinker when it comes to lore and the runnings of day to day life, and I've been thinking...

I'm sure that after the first winter in Kaer Morhen with 350+ stir crazy witchers (and trainees, to a lesser extent), the school heads (even Treyse!) sat down to write a list of which pranks were now banned. Keldar and Rennes add the most things, (what, exactly, counts as grievous bodily harm to a witcher?) Ivar adds a few things (he will not be used as someone to practice stealth on, there were a few close calls when he got twitchy), Merten sighs deeply and adds "no pranks in the stillrooms", as if that even needs to be said? (Apparently it does.)

Artek adds something along the lines of "let sleeping bears lie" (There were actual poking sticks involved!)

And Stefan complains loudly about how "they're just crackers! Not even real bombs!" "They're still not allowed in the privies"

The discussions take four days and forty bottles of white gull, but in the end they have something they're all at least content with.

The fifteen witchers (mostly Cranes and Cats) currently in the sick rooms (that explosion was stronger than anticipated, really!) have the list read out to them, in an unnecessarily loud voice, by Letho himself, if he can't get revenge by "pranking" the Cats to walk on daggers, then he's going to be as loud as possible while reading out how they're no longer allowed to pour glue outside the vipers sleeping quarters, the Cranes are really just collateral damage there, but he does take pleasure in informing them that their crackers are forbidden in all common areas.

Of course, rules are made to be broken, right? But Einri and Jerome are probably alright with being on correctional duty. (That, or they don't even notice there's someone else there with them, that's also an option.)

Gods, the prank wars in Kaer Morhen must be terrifying.

I think "no collateral damage" was the first rule instituted, closely followed by "no structural damage."

And really, if you're going to try to sneak up on Ivar Evil-Eye, the Original Suspicious Bastard, you kinda deserve to be Aarded through the nearest window.

[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.

[bjornswoman]

Destruction XII

Author's note: Hello, happy New Year to you all! Sorry for being too late to post the last part of these series. However, here it is I hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x Reader.

Genre: Modern!au, series, fluff, drama, angst.

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of pregnancy.

Destruction | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI

A couple of months later.

You had forgotten the sound of your own giggle the past year. However, those two last months were enough to prove you wrong and remind you that you still contained the ability to feel happy and laugh — finally.

“You can’t be serious!” You exclaimed laughing at your friend Torvi. There had been a long time since you last met each other. Actually, the last time you saw her was before your wedding.

A wedding that never really happened because Ivar decided to take you away. He had confessed that he loved you that same day as well. You could recollect the memory as it was yesterday.

Flashback – Two months ago.

“It’s not what you believe, (Y/N). It wasn’t just revenge for me. You mean a lot to me. You know I am just not good at saying those things and you, also, know that I can be dickhead sometimes. Don’t cry for me. I - I care for you.”

Ivar had said and kissed you like his life was depending on this kiss – like both of your life were depending on this kiss.

“Don’t get married, you don’t deserve being treated like that. Dump that asshole.”

You needed to hear these words back then – you needed a motive to stop that madness. After all, you didn’t love Mason, but Ivar.

You didn’t treat Mason right, so leaving him before this mistake would be the only thing you would do to save him from being miserable next to you – because of you.

“I won’t, Ivar.”

“You are mine.”

“I am yours.”

End of flashback.

“Oh, I’m and that’s not even the end of it.” Torvi continued speaking and got you out of your thoughts about that particular day. “Your mother was about to kill Hvitserk when he announced that Ivar had stolen you – those were the exact words he used.” She laughed. "Besides you know the love your mother contains for Hvitserk." You both laughed at her remark.

It was well-known that your mother loathed the sons of Ragnar – especially Hvitserk. She would call him peccant or sinful. Generally, she would criticize his way of living. Not that Ivar was her favourite brother though, but Hvitserk worked as a red flag for her.

You could picture your mother's face after hearing Hvitserk announcing that the wedding was over because you run away with his brother. You were sure long before Torvi told you about the events of that evening that she was furious – that was the main reason you hadn't even tried to contact her since then.

"What about Mason?" You hesitated to say his name after the way you treated him, though he wasn't honest to you either – as he lied to you about the events of the past and blamed Ivar about his doing.

Anyways, you felt guilt of your own lies, because you acted the very same way you accused Ivar of when you walked away on him.

"Oh well, I heard that he is fine though he and the boys are distant after what happened. He blames them for helping Ivar. Anyways, Ubbe told me that Ivar mentioned that he is after Freydis again."

You could understand the way Mason felt, but you couldn't focus on this after some names were mentioned successively.

"Ivar?" You muttered before you could stop yourself.

"Yes, Freydis told him."

You felt jealous once again about the same thing – you were back to the beginning of this messed up story. You felt weird after everything that happened the last two months in contrast with what Torvi just told you. Maybe you were just overreact, but still you couldn't bear lose again.

Maybe your love wasn't the healthiest one , but it was strong enough to swallow you if he hurt you like he did previously.

"Don't tell me you are jealous." Torvi said smiling after receiving no response from you.

"I'm not jealous of her." You fought back and she chuckled. It was too obvious that you were lying.

"You didn't really tell me what happened with Ivar after you left." She mentioned and you smiled at the memory.

Flashback – Two months ago.

Your heart was full after a very long time it felt half without him. You felt happy again being close to the person who you loved the most. Probably this wasn't the best way to come back together – not even close to be honest – but what was worth it for you was the fact that you were sitting on the passenger's seat of his car and he was on the driver's seat taking you away somewhere that only he knew.

Nobody spoke a word though – an awkward silence was surrounding the car. You didn't know what to say – you didn't know whether you had to say something or not. You knew Ivar by heart and yet you couldn't predict what was inside his head. You knew when he was mad, happy or sad, but you couldn't say what was bothering him.

"Ivar." You breathed and turned your eyes at his figure. "Do-do you love me?" Your voice was barely coming out as a whisper. It was a silly question to ask – even after he crashed your wedding and told you that he cared for you – you wanted to hear him saying this particular word. You hadn't heard him saying it – at least not to you.

"What kind of question is that? Didn't I told that I care for you less than an hour ago?" You could say by hearing the tone of his raised voice that he was getting annoyed by your question. You were aware of the fact that he wasn't good with words – especially this kind of words, but you wanted to hear him saying just for once.

"Why is it so difficult for you to say it again? Tell me, do you love me, Ivar?" You raised your voice out of frustration. You couldn't understand the reason why it had to be that hard for him to tell you about his feelings.

The possibility that he didn't feel that way came in your mind. Maybe he was just possessive when it came to you or it could be obsession the feeling he contained for you. Those could be the actual reasons why he couldn't express his love fore and that would be because it was non-existent.

"Yes!" Ivar yelled with obvious anger at you and hit his hands on the wheel.

"Yes, what?" You pressured him more as you were angry and disappointed at the time because of his inability to express himself to you – the person he was supposed to love.

Ivar hit the brake pedal so forcefully that if you weren't wearing the seatbelt you would be out of the car when it stopped. You turned your face at him and he had already focused his furious blue eyes on you.

"No, Ivar, you don't." With those last words you stormed out of his car and started walking at the opposite way from the one he was driving on. Though, you didn't get to make it far away because his hand grabbed yours tightly and forced you to turn back and face his wrath.

"What do you think you are doing? And what the Hel are you saying?" He growled on your face as you were trying to break-free from his grip to no avail.

You breathed heavily and looked his angry face.

"All you feel about me is some kind of authority and possessiveness as I'm one of your belongings." You spoke and motioned on your hand he was holding firmly. "The worst part of it is that it isn't even new to me to get this treatment from you. You don't love me, because you don't know how to and that's due to the fact that you feel that you don't deserve the love the others are trying to give you. The only thing you know how to do is hurting these people with your childish behaviour." You continued telling him with tears falling from your eyes – tears that you wiped away with your free hand.

Ivar was looking you without speaking, he was just looking at you quite shocked. Behind his anger you could spot guilt and redeem. He knew himself that you were right and that was the most painful part for both of you.

"The next one who will come in your life and try to give you the love you deserve let her." After these words, more tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You grabbed your gown on the palms of both of your hands and took a couple of tiny steps believing that Ivar would let you walk away from him – from his life.

However, such a thing didn't happen because he used the hand of yours he was gripping and pulled back – this time he held you closer to him your bodies were touching. You tried to fight back again, but he was too strong for you in such way that when he pulled you the lacework of your dress was ripped.

This time he even stopped holding your hand and he went for your throat. His grip was as tight or strong as it was on your hand, but it was firm enough to pull your face closer to his.

"Too late for that." Ivar said in raspy voice. "There is someone who has already made my heart beat for her – who have made me feel all of the things you've said before. I didn't know how it felt to be truly loved by somebody because of the problem I faced. I thought everyone pitied me – the poor cripple – until you came. You saw me what love really means – what it is – and I sent you away. When our paths crossed again, I thought that all I felt for you was just lust or possessiveness for a woman who used to be my partner. However, I got hold of my feelings – of my true feelings – after our first kiss in the bowling alley, when I called you to come to that bar to tell you about my conflict with Mason and after we got drunk and went to my house and slept together, remember? In fact, all this was just an excuse because I wanted to see you."

When he finished, Ivar let go off you throat and one of his hands touched your arm as the other when on one of his pockets. His touch was really genuine on your hand.

"I remember." You mumbled and smiled as you remembered that particular night you spent together.

"You want me to tell you that I love you, but you know that I'm difficult with words. Though, for you, I'll say it, but before I have to do something else." Ivar stopped and afterwards his hand got out of his pocket holding a red-whine velvet box.

You looked first at the box shocked and then at Ivar.

"Ivar, you don't have to do that just to prove your words to me." You tried to say, but he stopped you by taking your hand in his, after he opened the small box. As you expected, it contained a ring, but it was not just a random ring he picked. It was the ring you had told him years ago that you wanted to be the one you would be proposed with. It was a unique design which you couldn't find easily, but he did for you.

"I love you." Ivar finally confessed and you could even spot a tear on his cheek. His forehead touched your own as he eyes found yours. "Will you marry me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" He asked and you smiled widely.

At the sound of his words, you felt your heart hitting your chest with just force that it was going to rip out of your body.

"Yes! Yes, I will marry you, Ivar Lothbrok!" You exclaimed and kissed him passionately. This kiss wasn't like anything you had experienced. It was different from any other you had shared. One that both of you were expressing within it your deepest feelings about the other person.

When you stopped, Ivar pulled you closer to him again and placed the ring on your finger.

End of flashback.

After that moment that you would never forget about, you spent two months away from everyone you knew. It was just the two of you in the middle of nowhere. However, you had to return back in Kattegat to face the real life and what came after the decisions you made.

Ivar's family welcomed you back and they were glad to hear about your engagement – though they could see it coming. They knew better that you two about the feelings you shared.

So, there you were, talking with Torvi about the days that came after your almost-wedding with Mason.

Torvi looked at you with narrowed eyes and a huge smile on her face.

"And after this you are still jealous? You are crazy girl!" Torvi exclaimed and both of you laughed again. "No, I am being serious now." She said and you both burst into laughter again. "No, seriously now you are getting married with the love of your life!" You smiled and looked back at your feet.

"And that's not even the end of it."

"What do you mean?" Your friend asked confused and your smile became even more wider than it was already. "(Y/N)?" She asked you again anxiously this time.

As an answer, your hand moved on your stomach and you caressed it meaningful. In Torvi's face formed a smile identical to yours.

"Don't tell me that you...." She exclaimed and you tried to prevent her from let everyone know about your little secret.

"Shhhh, I am, but Ivar doesn't know yet. I am going to tell him tonight and then we are sharing it with the others. Keep it for me, okay?" You spoke on a soft tone of voice and Torvi agreed happily before she congratulated you about your pregnancy.

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Later that night.

The night sky was very beautiful – enchanting you could even say. But that wasn't the best part of the night, that part would be the fact that you were sitting next to your fiancé, trying to find the best way of telling him that you were expecting his child as he was engrossed in with laptop with work matters. You were away for so long and matters had piled up.

"Ivar, when do you think that we should get married?" You asked him out of the blue as you stood up and walked through the balcony. Ivar glanced at you for a quick second and then turned his attention back on his laptop.

"I don't know, but we should not rush. In three to four months, what do you think?" He proposed without looking at you and you smiled, because this conversation was taking the way you wanted.

"That won't be convenient. I think that it should happen in one or two months." You continued.

"Why so?"

"I'll have gained weight. I won't feet in any dress."

Your words caught him off guard. He abandoned the computer on the coffee-table and fixed his eyes on you confused.

"What do you mean?" Ivar asked as the edges of his mouth lifted and left the sofa to come closer to you. He stopped on when his body was behind yours.

"What do you want me to mean?"

"Don't riddle me, (Y/N)." His voice was stern and you couldn't help your little smirk. "Are you pregnant?" He asked as his body collided with yours and his muscular hands hugged your torso and stayed on your stomach. Your back was touching on his chest, so you couldn't see his facial expressions. "Tell me." He demanded impatiently and you smiled.

You knew how much he wanted a child – a daughter or a son. You were also aware of the fact that he was delighted when Freydis had told him that she was pregnant in the past and thought it was his child when it wasn't.

"Yes, Ivar." You whispered and tilted your head at the side to catch a glimpse of his reaction to your news. What you saw was a tear slipping from his eye and you smiled again. "Are you happy?"

"No." Your blood froze in your veins and your smile died on your lips. You turned so you could face him. "No, I am not just happy. I'm thrilled!" He exclaimed and you felt your heart beating normally in your chest again.

His hands closed you inside them and one of them caressed your hair softly.

"I love you, wife."

You giggled when you heard him calling you wife.

"I love you, husband."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

How would Vikings react to Ivar being remembered?

summary: it's in the title :)

notes: no warnings except for maybe mentions of death

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey, @ivarlover @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy @esme-viridian (hmu to be added/removed!)

masterlist | based on this request

Ragnar

Pretends he always knew (eugh he’s such a bitch ong)

Nooo I would never set my son out in the wild… meeee? No wayyy…

He takes credit for it for his ‘great parenting’ and ‘legend genetics’

If Ivar had any legend genetics, they came from aslaug

Aslaug

Proudest mom out there, acts like a soccer/pta mom when she hears

Aslaug actually always knew

She quotes her prophetic dreams from like, 853 AD?

“I knew since I was five years old.” (truth)

Lagertha

Okay? Who cares? What about Bjorn?

Totally not pissed that he may be more famous than she is (lie)

Defo sulks about it to torvi and then kills someone important to expand her own legacy

She’s in the fame biz

Bjorn

Bro throws a toddler tantrum

He will literally stomp the ground

“That’s not fair, I discovered the Mediterranean!!” (he says that in the stupid tone he gets in the later seasons)

So so bitter about it (he deserves that)

Ubbe

Ubbe’s smoking weed in America with Floki

He does not care

“That’s just bad taste from people from the future. Me personally? I’d admire the person who found a continent. Idk, that’s just me though.”

Gets over it the fastest

Literally just thinks that it’s so dumb of modern people bc Ivar is a silly little guy with anger issues

Hvitserk

Similar reaction to Ubbe, except he doesn’t have to get over anything

Just kinda shrugs, he’s too busy worrying about his own legacy

What’s he in the history books for? His cuisine skills?

Yeah, bro’s kinda busy managing his own shit and trying to stay alive

Sigurd

Don’t tell him

For your own safety

Will kill you and then himself

Ivar

Don’t tell him either

Never lets anyone hear the end of it

So so so annoying for a silly little guy

He just loves and hates himself so much that, at the same time, he so needs to hear this and also never, ever hear this ever at all

Floki

Floki is the same as Aslaug, he KNEW

Also, he takes credit for raising ivar and being a father figure (fair enough)

He’s a teeny tiny bit sad that ivar was friends (in a weird homosexual way) with Alfred though (kind of, and this only applies if we’re talking about tv show Vikings)

Honestly, Floki would be such a good source to add to the material we have of ivar

Ecbert

So mad he didn’t have a bigger impact on ivar

Also so mad that all the kids around him have such big legacies (Alfred, ivar) but not him??

He wants to get mentioned!! Footnotes aren’t enough!! He needs to be the main character, always.

Gets sad drunk over it way too long

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Ivar Being Gentle With You Would Include...

Ivar would be really gentle with you because he thinks you deserve to be gentle with. He thinks you are very sensitive, so he handles you so gently and no way other. he loves it when he is gentle mainly because he knows that you are gentle back with him because he knows you love that he is gentle with you. he would always give you very soft and loving hugs no matter where you both are and maybe give you small kisses on your forehead when hugging you. he also loves cuddling you every night when you both are going to bed. He loves feeling you against him when you are both cuddling. He also really loves being close to you and you also laying your head on top of his chest when cuddling.

[compact-turtle]

!!! Hi! I love all of your OCs, I just wanted to ask if you have any plans for Ivar part two? I *need* to know what happens! Also! How would the Ivar react if his darling found out he was the one who killed that other patient, and was horrified? Because even though they were awful, I feel like the darling wouldn't want them to be killed out right (and they might blame themselves for getting him killed?)

There are plans for Ivar Part 2 in the works! It'll probably come out after I finish all the 1k follower works. maybe in a couple weeks then? ------

-Regardless, of how he treated them, Darling would never want the other patient to be murdered! Even if the guy was complete scum, he still deserved to not have his life taken away.

-They'd feel an awful immense guilt if they ever found out that they were the cause for the death. They'd probably blame themselves for even feeling relief that they died in the moment.

-However Ivar is a D1 gas lighter and plays the long game. He knows to keep his cool and not make rash choices (usually). There was never any actual proof so how would anyone know he did it anyways....? It's just speculation that perhaps there may have been foul play. He'd also talk around Darling's extreme feelings of guilt and probably never admit to actually causing the death of the other patient.

"It's awful what happened to him but imagine if he actually did do some of those things he talked about? He wasn't afraid to talk to you like that at all. Imagine if he decided to go through with it." "Ivar, I mean.." "Also, what if he decided to focus on someone else who was less fortunate than you? You know, I'd always protect you and my boys would keep an eye out for you. But some other person might not be as lucky. Maybe it's for the best that he passed away peacefully in his sleep. "

-Ivar would also rely on his status as a selfless war hero who was tragically injured. Everyone in town loves him and feels immensely awed at his bravery. How could someone like Ivar do anything wrong?

-Also, Ivar would really want to make you feel guilty for even thinking he's capable of such a heinous act. He'd avoid you, not clean your house, or anything of the sort. Absolutely go no contact with you. No matter how much it pains him :(

-Don't worry though! He's always got to make sure you're safe so he'd watch you through the cameras he planted in the house.

-However, he'd make sure to show up at the hospital and sweeten up your co workers when you're not there. He'd buy them coffee and subtly hint at his interest in you.

-Eventually, everyone would start to press you to apologize to him and you'd probably begin to doubt yourself. Maybe Ivar isn't such a bad guy and you were just overreaction? I mean, nobody was there to see anything happen to the other patient anyways...

[miss-madness67]

Married Woman (Ivar & Bjorn)

You find yourself attracted to a man that is not your husband. Worst of all, he loves you too.

The first time you saw him, you were instantly drawn to him. It was not because he is a son of Ragnar, you didn’t even know at the beginning. It was all himself. His broad shoulders and his blue eyes were quick to hypnotize you. The next thing you knew, you were in his bed. You could easily say that night was one of the best you spent with him. From then on, your relationship moved quite fast. He wanted to marry you, and you didn’t oppose. You married at Hedeby, his mother’s domain. You met him there when he came back from avenging his father in England. Your family just moved to the town in hopes to marry you. They were not disappointed when Bjorn Ironside took you as his. Not that you were complaining. Marrying a prince was more than you were expecting, considering that your parents are farmers.

“It’s really hard to be here and look at you, as though I’m not completely in love with you.”

The thread you were knitting breaks when you hear Ivar behind you. You stand up and turn to face him. He is by the door that leads to the hall. You take a quick look around the resting room, you are lucky it’s empty right now.

“Ivar, you know you can not say those things.” You scold, looking directly at him.

His gaze is so intense you have to look back at your knitting. You are making a robe for Bjorn. Lately, he has been a little distant. You think it is perhaps because you have yet to get pregnant. Yet, considering that you have not slept together in two weeks, it is a little hard to do so.

“It is the truth, should I lie, uhm?” he raises a brow mockingly.

You met Ivar a few months ago when Bjorn decided to come back to Kattegat for a while. You had just been married for a few weeks then, still, you instantly knew that Bjorn was not a man that stayed in one place. When you arrived at Kattegat, you also learned that you were not your husband’s first wife. Apparently, Torvi had just separated from him before he went to Hedeby. And he had another wife before her that disappeared.

You leave your knitting behind and walk to the other side of the room. “It is something you should not say to your brother’s wife,” you respond without glancing his way.

Ivar has always harbored feelings for you. They were not evident at first. He was just kinder to you than he was to everyone else. Then he started to get bolder, to the point that even Ubbe had noticed. Luckily, neither Queen Aslaug nor Bjorn suspected anything. You thought that perhaps if they knew, they would surely kick you out. Not that it was your fault Ivar felt that way, or that you have done anything with him. You have not.

You hear Ivar’s crutch as he approaches you. Your heart starts pounding rapidly inside your chest. Even if you have never done anything, you cannot deny how your body reacts to him. It is not that you do not have feelings for Bjorn anymore, it is just that what Ivar brings out in you is stronger. Ivar’s hand finds its way to your hip. His fingers delicately trace inconsistent patterns on your hip bone. Your skin burns to the contact in spite of the clothing in its way. You try desperately to control your breathing. He cannot know that his desire is reciprocated because if he does, you are scared of what he will do. You are scared you might do not want to stop him.

“My brother does not deserve you,” he whispers in your ear. “You know how he is. I’m sure Torvi has warned you he is quick to fall out of love.” She did warn you, but you refuse to believe it.

You try to step away, but he does not let you. “It is fine, once I am with child it will be fine.” you attempt to justify.

Your skin feels hot to the touch. You want to escape the feelings that Ivar causes in you, so you think that if you turn around, he will put distance between you. However, once your eyes clash with his, his hold on you tightens. You have never been this close to Ivar. For a moment, all of your rational thoughts leave your brain instantly. The only thing you can think of is his eyes. They are so unlike his brother’s. The shade is the same, yet they transmit something entirely different. They make you feel something completely new.

At that moment of insanity, you take a step towards him. Your senses drown in his presence. You feel you, yet you feel more. Your hand finds its way to his neck. He is taller than you and you love it. His chest clashes with yours and both your breaths mix. You do not know what you are doing, but it feels so right. It is like welcoming your lover after how long raid far from home. It is everything you wish you felt with Bjorn but never did.

“Once you are with me,” he murmurs on your lips, “it will be fine.”

You do not have time to process what is happening, or even to think. One moment he is looking at you like you are his whole life, and the next, he is eating you like you are the greatest feast ever served. His lips mold perfectly with yours. Your hands cup his neck exquisitely. His hand moves from your hip to your back, leaving a trace of fire on its path. Your tongues dance like never before, and you forget your name. It feels like, before this moment, you didn't truly know what happiness and passion were like.

You feel the hold on his crutch slightly wavering. You know that he is strong, yet he must be feeling lightheaded like you. You part from him momentarily, and he tries to follow your lips with his. You pay no mind and quickly locate a chair nearby. You push him towards it. He sits with a puzzled look on his face. Still, he easily knows what you are up to once you climb on his lap.

Your mouths take no time to find each other again. Now, both of his hands caress your sides and your back lovingly. Meanwhile, yours play with his braided hair. You wish it were loose so you could run your fingers through it. You move your hips involuntarily. That causes a moan to escape his mouth. If you were not aroused before, you are now. You continue with your movements so you can listen to the delicious sounds his mouth makes. It is until he places his hand in your left breast that you realize you are moaning too. Right now, you are not thinking that you are in a room where anyone could walk in. You are not thinking about Bjorn. Or the fact that you are kissing his brother.

A loud crash breaks the atmosphere instantly. In the doorway, a male thrall is standing with a surprised look on his face. At his feet, there is a jug with spilled mead. You quickly climb out of Ivar. The thrall turns away, apologizes, and scurries off. You do not try to go after him to prevent him from saying anything. You are too embarrassed to even glance at Ivar. The silence stretches for a moment.

“I…” before Ivar can say something else, you run out the door.

...

A few days go by. You have been ignoring Ivar ever since the kiss. You only talked when he told you that he took care of the thrall. You did not ask what he did, but you suspect it. A dead slave would not be questioned. In that short conversation, you only managed to nod and flee. The desire you feel for him is too great to simply ignore. Now that he knows he is reciprocated, he has been more persistent in his advances. It has made it nearly impossible to avoid him. Still, what you fear the most is that if you are in a room alone with him, all of your resolutions will be broken again. You fear Bjorn noticing your heart no longer belongs to him. You do not think he will hold it against you, but you still care for him. You do not want to break his heart.

On the other hand, some part of you believes it will not be broken. He has kept on being distant towards you. The night you kissed Ivar, you tried to sleep with him out of guilt. Your advances were stronger than the nights before, and he finally complied. It is safe to say that was the worst sex of your life. At first, he could not get it up, and then it was just not… satisfying. You had to conjure the image of his brother in your mind in order to finish. So, even more so than the neglecting, that was what made you think there could be another woman. Torvi had warned you, so had Ivar and Ubbe. You did not believe it then. Now you do.

As you follow Bjorn through the streets of Kattegat, some part of you wishes to be wrong. You do not want him to cheat on you, which is a bit hypocritical considering you kissed Ivar.

A woman crashes with you, and she murmurs insults your way. Nevertheless, when she looks at your face, she stops. Recognition flashes in her eyes. She smirks, apologizes, and then says something like "one of Ironside wives". The comment bothers you, not because that would make you second to other women in Bjorn's life, but because that means that you are not even memorable to the people of Kattegat. They think you will be gone soon, forgotten in the list of many wives. That you are just one of the many he will have. Still, you must not let it show that it bothered you, so you look down on her way and walk off.

The little encounter makes you lose sight of Bjorn. It takes you a while to find again his blond hair in the crowd. When you do, you see him entering a cabin on the outskirts of town. It was hard to trail him without him noticing, but now that you have seen where he went, you do not want to ruin it. You wait a few minutes at a safe distance, but no one comes inside. Slowly, you approach the place. Your heart is pounding rapidly, wondering what you will find.

The first thing you notice is the loud moans of a woman. That makes you freeze on the spot. Your head screams ‘I knew it’ but you need to see, to make sure. There is a crack in the wood near the door, you go near it. The hole is big enough to show you what is inside. From your spot, you have a direct view of the bed. You are not surprised by what you see.

Your husband, Bjorn, is bent over a woman laying in fours on the bed. You cannot see her face, but you distinguish blonde hair.  Bjorn is pounding rapidly into her. The cabin is filled with her moans and the obscene sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Bjorn groans above her. He grabs her by the hair, lifting her face, and that is when you recognize her. You have never talked with her, after all, she is merely a thrall. You think her name is Freydis. You remember her because she used to cling to Ivar until she realized he was not interested. Back then, you had been slightly jealous. Now, looking at your husband fuck her makes you feel… relief.

You had expected to drown in betrayal or heartbreak. None of that happens. Instead, it is then that you realize that you can be free about your feelings for Ivar. If Bjorn does not care about you any longer, then it does not matter that you are in love with another. You no longer have to remain loyal to him or feel guilty over a simple kiss. Especially with him fucking a slave for Odin knows how long. However, you crave closure. So while Bjorn is still pounding her cunt, you open the door noisily.

Your husband looks up from his task and stops abruptly. He says your name, shocked, and pushes Freydis away. The slave falls to the ground with a thud, but you do not spare a glance her way.

“I know now why you were distant,” you talk first.

He stands up and covers himself with the furs. “I…”

You do not let him talk. You have never seen Bjorn Ironside startled, yet it is your turn to express your feelings. “It is ok, Bjorn. I do not mind, nor do I feel betrayed. Everyone warned me this would happen. Tell me, do you still love me?”

He is even more surprised now. He looks down at Freydis and then at you. He seems embarrassed, though certain. It takes him a while to answer. “I am sorry. I still care about you, but not the way I used to.”

You nod in understanding. “It seems like the gods had put us together to derive our paths to someone else.”

For a moment, he appears confused. Then, a knowing smile overcomes his face. ���Ivar, am I right?”

Now is your time to be startled. “How did you…”

He interrupts you. “He is not very subtle… The way he looks at you, I have never looked at anyone that way.” At least he is honest about not loving the thrall either. Then, he adds: “just be careful with him, yes? He is still Ivar The Boneless.” You both know what he means, but you are done listening to your now ex-husband. You nod at him and walk away.

Your body is buzzing with freedom inside your veins. The love and desire you feel for Ivar drives you to search for him. You know he must be in the forest right now, probably in the spot he showed you once; where he went to think. It is not very far from where you are now. You bypass half Kattegat and then scurry off into the woods. The hike seems endless, but it is the best one of your life. Your heart beats fast, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. You have to control yourself before you meet him . You tell yourself that over and over again. And yet, when you see his back, you shout his name. He turns around and sees you.

He is confused, you can see it in his eyes, but when you sit in his lap and kiss him senselessly, he does not pull away. He places his hands on your face and pulls you closer. You know that you must explain everything to him. Tell him that you are no longer married, that your heart belongs to him, that you want with him what you could not with his brother. You want to tell him that and more, but for now, you express it in the kiss. And when he pulls away and looks into your eyes, you know he understands.

[nrilliree]

If we're talking about the series, Ivar killed his wife and Daemon killed his wife, but only one of them is forgiven for this, and the other is hated (by TG). Is this due to the fact that Ivar's actor is younger and conventionally more attractive? Hmmm who knows...

Seriously, I just meet Ivar's fans between TG fans too often huh.

Ivar killed his wife, whom he supposedly loved - she deserved it, poor guy 🥰👼 Daemon killed the wife he hated (and she hated him) - murderer, pedophile and women's boxer🤬👿

And next…

Laenor left his family for their sake - you see, he never cared about these bastards 🤬👿 Aegon wanted to abandon the children and run away - he is a good father and does everything for the family 🥰👼

Viserys having several scenes with Aegon, knowing his sons' behavior - a terrible absent father 🤬👿 Aegon doesn't have any scenes with his children - he is a good father and does everything for the family🥰👼

Rhaenyra having children with the man she loved, with the consent and understanding of her gay husband - what a disgusting whore, that's high treason 🤬👿 Aegon playing bastards on the whores and girls he raped - he has no obligation to take care of these children, he doesn't have to be involved with them 🥰👼

Rhaenyra lying to Alicent ONCE for her own safety because Otto was trying to take her out of position and sent spies after her - what a lying bitch 🤬👿 Alicent lying to Rhaenyra for half a year, hiding that she meets with Viserys in the evenings - what a poor victim, how could Rhaenyra hold it against her 🥰👼

Rhaenyra, who slept with three men, two of whom were the fathers of her children - what a disgusting whore! 🤬👿 Alicent selling part of her body in exchange for gain - she's so brave when she's an exploited victim 🥰👼

Daemon using the services of prostitutes - a disgusting pedophile and rapist 🤬👿 Aegon molesting and raping servants - he is so misunderstood, he doesn't know what love and the concept of rape are 🥰👼

Rhaenyra wanting revenge after the death of her children - can't this bitch stop, only the blood of bastards has been spilled 🤬👿 Aegon wanting revenge after B&C because he suffered a fate he previously ridiculed and celebrated - what a good father, he cares so much about his son and family, he suffers so much 🥰👼

Daemon threatening that if the families do not abandon the usurper and bend the knee to the true queen, their residences will burn down - what a psychopath, pedophile and war criminal 🤬👿 Aemond murdering the entire family and burning the Riverlands because of his wounded pride - he is such a lovely mommy's boy and a talented warrior 🥰👼

Lucerys, as a five-year-old, accidentally took out Aemond's eye after he choked him, threatened him with death, and almost broke his brother's head - what a disgusting bastard, they should have taken his eye, cut off his arm, and killed his dragon 🤬👿 Aemond, an adult man who supposedly studied history and philosophy, murdered his 14-year-old nephew who was sent by the queen as a messenger - he didn't want to, he was trying to stop Vhagar, and besides, he did the right thing 🥰👼

And so on, and so on…

[crowwritesaway]

Ivar the Boneless x Reader Pt. 2

I can’t keep up with them. My mom keeps speaking over me. My feelings go unheard and constantly invalidated by my family.

I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this…with them. You frowned, finding yourself dissatisfied with everything…with them once again.

Bzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Your phone was vibrating. Who could it be?

You turned over your phone. It was Ivar. Should I answer? I don’t want to burden him. He did say I could count on me.

You rubbed your forehead. Shit. I overdid it again. Now, I have a headache. Great. Just fucking great. You winced at the pain. Never mind, it’s a fucking migraine.

It was like a ritual. Every single time you felt stressed, worried, or just overwhelmed by your family, you would get a migraine. It felt like a curse.

Ivar pulled the phone away from his ear. He furrowed his eyebrows. Why isn’t she answering my calls? Did she fall asleep?

He glanced at the clock on his wall. 6:30pm.

He shook his head. No, she wouldn’t be asleep.

He unlocked his phone. Clicked on messages app and clicked on your name. He contemplated what to say. He didn’t want to make you feel like you did something bad. He didn’t want to hurt you.

You sigh, the phone stopped vibrating. Even if I did answer, I wouldn’t know what to say. You tossed your phone aside. I hope he understands. I don’t know how to open up. I become voiceless. It’s so hard to say what I want to.

He growled, he couldn’t say what he wanted over messages. It wouldn’t have the same impact. He blue eye narrowed on the keyboard. She’s worth it. Every sleepless late night. If they won’t care, I will. I have to remove her from that place. Once and for all. I’ve had enough of this.

He inhaled and exhaled before typing, “Whatever it is that is consuming your mind, I’ll be there for you. No expectations. Just you and me. See you soon. Love you.❤️‍🔥” He tilted his head. Should I keep the emoji or is it too much? His eyes went wide, what if I overdid it? He moved his thumb to erase it but accidentally tapped send.

He nodded to himself. My heart is on fire for her though. He stood up. That’s it. I’ll take her out on an adventure. We could go to the beach and look at the moon. And if she wants to we could stay and watch the sun rise.

He smiled. She had always wanted to go out at night. I can make her forget even if it’s just for one night. One of many.

He got off his bed and swiftly left his room. He called his driver and sent one last message to you before leaving his house.

You threw your head back, sighing. I didn’t do anything. How am I supposed to be the one apologizing?

It’s tiring listening to my mom play victim and at the same time, hurt me with her words. I feel bad and at the same time, I’m angry. It hurts.

Bzzz.. Bzzz. Bzzz. You looked away from the wall and picked up your phone. The screen light up. A message from Ivar. You unlocked your phone. You smiled. My precious Ivar. My rock. If he wasn’t around, I don’t know what I would do. At least he cares. He listens. He’s been around for so long that I hope he won’t leave me like the rest.

I shouldn’t be doubting him but after experiencing so much pain and trauma from my family, I don’t know what to expect from anyone else. But then again, he isn’t just anyone. He’s stood by my side. Ughh.

You rubbed your temples. It doesn’t feel good questioning his intentions. But it’s all I know to protect myself.

Heart emoji. I appreciate his words. His heart emoji. I’m so going to tease him.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Another message from Ivar.

It said, “Get dressed. A hoodie and sweats. It’s a chilly night. I don’t want you to get sick. I’ll take a spare one just in case. Put you first. Let’s enjoy the night and get out of our heads for a while. Please. Sneak out. 😉I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

You held back a smile. He could be so sweet and kind when he wants to.

“Throw out the trash.” Your sister told you. Fuck it. I deserve this. Right? So far, I’ve done everything to their standards. The least they can do is let me have this one night. Im an adult. I can do this.

“Did you hear me?” Throw the trash.” Your sister said, irritated. She blamed you. She was on your mom’s side.

You made a joke. It wasn’t even serious. It was a reality check that stings like a bitch to your mom.

Your mom blew up in your face. Said hurtful things. But it’s your fault. Your mom hasn’t spoken to you since the “fight”. You refuse to talk because you had enough.

You took out a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. You changed into them. You pocketed your phone and exited the room. You walked into the living room. Your mom was on the couch. She ignored you. You put your shoes on by the door.

You picked up the trash and exited the apartment. You lived in an apartment complex so the garbage was disposed on the other side. You grinned as you walked away. The sunset was beautiful. It was windy. It felt great to be away.

Honk. Honk. Honk. Honk.

You turned to look who was honking. There at the backseat of the car was Ivar, smiling as he waved his hand at you. You laughed, shaking your head. He looked insane. You lifted the trash bag and pointed that you were going to dump it. He nodded.

You dump the trash and took out your hand sanitizer. You squirted some on your hands and rubbed your hands together.

You looked around. The last thing you need is someone to report to your mom about this. Nosy neighbors.

You walked up to the car. You opened the door. He mischievously smiled as you got in. He inwardly cheered. He finally got you to go out with him.

You got inside and shut the door. “Let’s go.” Ivar told the driver. You rolled up the window. “So, where are we going?” You asked, putting in your seatbelt. “You’ll see.” You turned over to look at him. “Surprise, huh.”

“Yup, a surprise you’ll love.” Ivar replied, smiling down at you.

Thank you for reading.

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Ivar with jealously

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Jealously

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How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

"Ivar, this is the fourth time you've done this. It has to stop." Ivar swallowed, "I did what I had to." You shook your head, "no, you undermined the love I have for you with your jealousy." Ivar looked away, "what are you saying?" You took a deep breath and put a hand on his cheek, "I'm saying I love you and nothing is going to change that but you need to trust me because it hurts me when you act like I'm going to leave you if a man looks at me."

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"Come on my love, I'll clean your hands." Ivar was justified this time, the visiting prince would not leave you alone and in an effort to make Ivar's and his brother's lives easier, you let him down easy and he wouldn't listen so Ivar did the listening for him.

"Thank you." Ivar smiled softly, "why are you thanking me?" You pressed a kiss to his neck, "for listening to me about the jealousy thing, this is the first time you've done something in months and he deserved it this time." Ivar returned you kiss, pecking your lips quickly, "you made it clear how you felt, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't listen?

"Not a very good one." Ivar winched as you cleaned the grazes on his knuckled, "next time, hit him with something, I don't like it when you hurt your hands."

Fin

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Autumnal Equinox Round-up Post

Hello lovelies!

The long awaited round-up is here. We want to thank everyone who has participated in this year's Autumnal Equinox. And we were elated to notice some new faces who joined the fun! Please give all creators the love and support they deserve for all their hard work.💚

Day 1: Favorite Character

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Athelstan & Ragnar by @mrgabel

Ubbe Ragnarsson by @tlkvikings

Hvitserk Ragnarsson by @therealvikingstrash

Ivar the Boneless by @viking-chaos

Lagertha by @malenamoonlight

Athelstan by @grantairescurls

Emma of Normandy by @ladyyennefer

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The Favorite by @lmillay

Day 2: Favorite Episode

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Ragnar & Athelstan Meeting by @mrgabel

Homeland by @tlkvikings

The Last Act by @viking-chaos

Revenge by @therealvikingstrash

Trial/Answers in Blood/Paris/Promised/Hell/Death & the Serpent by @malenamoonlight

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The Reckoning by @lmillay

Day 3: Favorite Relationship/Dynamic

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Athelstan/Ragnar by @mrgabel

Hvitserk/Ubbe by @tlkvikings

King Canute/Emma of Normandy by @ladyyennefer

Lagertha & her children by @malenamoonlight

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Ragnar/Athelstan by @levithestripper

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Victim of Changes by @ulfrsmal

Day 4: Favorite Location

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Scriptorium by @mrgabel

Uppsala by @tlkvikings

Kattegat by @viking-chaos

Day 5: Favorite Scene

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Athelstan & Ragnar returning to Kattegat by @levithestripper

Lagertha & Ragnar kiss by @mrgabel

Ubbe asking for Odin's aid by @tlkvikings

Gunnhild and Hvitserk in Battle by @therealvikingstrash

Day 6: Favorite Costume

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Floki's fur coat by @levithestripper

Katia's Wedding Gown by @tlkvikings

Ingrid/Aslaug/Gunnhild/Lagertha by @malenamoonlight

Day 7: Free Choice

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Favorite Character: Ubbe Ragnarsson by @tlkvikings

Favorite Female Characters by @ladyyennefer

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The Memory of Battle by @malenamoonlight

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Greetings from Lithuania, Kaunas! Can you drop a pin on map from AWAU fan? I loved your fics and I am just wondering if we will see Yennefer/Ealdred pairing properly fleshed out in your future fics? Loved that ficlet about pearls ❤ Cannot believe that Yen does not know about lovesick Witcher, especially as I recall him dreamily sighing her name while his siblings tease about glacially slow courtship! 😆

Also, quite interested if any future secretaries for Heads of Schools are going to show up, especially as there are hints to plans dealing with mages. Would they be former mage trainees who already left the school (because of ~reasons~) or mage trainees who were removed from school by Witchers (gently) before they torched it? That mention about Ivar Evil-Eye made me wonder what kind of person would be brave, stubborn and cunning enough to be his secretary? Are there any plans to pair Ivar up with someone? He sounds so interesting character 😊

Thank you for writing this universe ❤ These Witchers in my opinion deserve so much happiness in fandom as the canon is full moments of hurt and not enough of comfort ❤

Hello in Kaunas! You're on the map!

I'm still working on getting Yen and Ealdred to cooperate. He's happy to sigh dreamily over her, she's taking a little longer to catch on.

I do plan to use the Progress to acquire some secretaries and other useful staff for the keep. Not quite sure who, though.

Ivar is going to need a very, very brave secretary. I don't have any plans to give him a significant other at the moment, though if you want to ship him and Keldar and just assume they're very discreet about it, I won't object.

I'm so glad you like my work! Thank you for the compliments!

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A curios ask 🫣🤭Who is your favourite Vikings character and why 😊

Ahhh this is so hard yet so easy at the same time. Bc I refuse to just say one here are my top 5.

Helga - my girl deserved better

Bjorn - I started as a bjorn girl and will die a bjorn girl

Lagertha - she's been thro sm I wanna give her a hug and a knife to stab someone

Ragnar - if only he had stayed as a farmer

But my number one. My die hard. My red flags look green guy.

Ivar the boneless

I mainly started watching the show cause of edits of him lol but i just love him. He goes from really insecure moments to just pure rage and violence. Even though technically you're not supposed to root for the guy who kills his brother and is kind of a maniac he also is such a complex charecter. It also helps that he is played by Alex hogh Anderson lol

Let me know who your fav is tho since there's so many of them i love but I didn't wanna go on forever