#dark hvitserk

[disasterofastory]

Fate (Ivar x Reader)

Fate Ivar x Reader Warnings: smutty, but no sex

Summary: Wedding night.

A/N: You can read it as a part of The Wanderer and Valkyrie, but works as a standalone too.

The moon is bright and round at the top of the dark sky. It covers the city in a silvery hue, cascading down the roofs and highlighting the drunk idiots who found sleep in different places on the streets. They are lucky it's not cold enough to freeze them by morning. The weather is peaceful and clear, letting you see the stars glinting down at you as you pull the heavy doors shut.

The Great Hall is quiet and calm. The celebration is long over. The air is still heavy with smoke and ale. It fills your nostrils. The alcohol still pumps in your veins, making your chest light and your mind a bit dizzy. A lazy smile plays on your lips as your attention turns to the man sitting on his throne. He watches you too. The paint is smeared all over his face, but it is still not enough to hide the pink blush that spreads across his cheeks when your eyes meet. "I think I saw Hvitserk hugging a goat to himself outside," you tell him. "I hope it eats his hair," he replies, and you laugh. Ivar smiles at the melodic sound. "Don't be mean," you tell him. "He outdid himself today." Ivar can't argue with your statement. His brother really did everything to make your wedding memorable from the start to the drunk ending. "You are beautiful," he says instead. He didn't drink enough to admit his brother's surprisingly amazing wedding planner skills, but now as he looks over you, he starts to regret his decision. The smile you send his way is full of mischief. The white dress hides your curves but still shows off your breasts. He can see the hard peaks of your nipples. Necklaces hang from your neck, glinting in the dim lights. And the crown on your head fits among your braids perfectly. You really look like a queen. His queen. "What are you thinking?" You ask him. "A man who just married should look happier," you add, placing your thumb between his brows to smooth out the frown on his face. "I'm happy," he says. "I'm just... I still can't believe you chose me." "I told you, Ivar," you tell him. "Our future is written and sewed together by the Norns." He really wants to pay attention to what you say, but it gets harder and harder with every movement you make to get rid of your clothes. Soon, your dress pools around your legs, and you are bare in front of his roaming eyes. "Leave everything else," he says after you kick off your shoes. The blush deepens on his cheeks at his sudden order. Maybe he shouldn't give orders while clearly, you are the one who knows what you are doing. But he still doesn't wish you to get rid of the jewelry that adores your skin, highlights your eyes, and makes you so ethereal in his eyes. "Can I untie my hair?" You ask for his permission, smirking. "These braids are really tight." "I-I will do it," he says, clearing his throat. "If you come here." "How nice of you, my husband." The smirk is still on your face. You are mischievous, cheeky, and happy, while Ivar falls from awe to awe the whole time. Climbing up on his lap, you adjust your position above him until his hips are between your knees. "Is it okay?" You ask, letting some of your weight on his thighs. It's not enough to hurt him, but enough for you to be comfortable. "Yes," he croaks.

He is gentle and unsure. Your eyelids fall shut every now and again at the feeling of his massaging fingers on your scalp. You relax on his lap while Ivar is all tense and taut. His gaze wanders down your chest every time he is sure you don't watch him. He doesn't even know why he is so sneaky about it. He saw you naked several times, and you are his wife now. He can look at you all he wants. "Thank you," you sigh when he is done, and your wavy hair is free from the ties and decorations. The only thing he left in its place is the crown at the top of your head. "You are welcome." "How are your legs?" You ask him. You are so calm and content it almost drives him crazy. How can you be so collected while he falls apart with every passing minute? "They are fine," he replies. His every sense is so focused on you that he doubts he would notice if his legs were in pain. He doesn't care about his useless legs. He cares about your weight on him, your sweet smell, your soft touch, and the heat that radiates from you and cocoons him into relaxation. "What are you waiting for, Ivar?" You ask him, smiling. "Kiss your wife."

His kiss is familiar by now. His tongue traces the line between your lips until you open your mouth and let him in. His large hands land on your hips, squeezing your flesh while you nibble on his bottom lip before letting him push his tongue into your mouth again. Your chest is pressed against his. You can feel the heavy thud of his heartbeat. Your hands slip up on his arms, playing with the ends of the braids at the back of his neck. Your back arches to get closer to him. His low moan vibrates in your throat. "Wait," you giggle. Your word fan over his lips. "It tickles." "Sorry," he grunts, not knowing what else he should do with his hands. Your giggle turns into a smirk. "It's fine," you tell the man, grabbing his hands on your sides. "But here would be better," you add as you place his palms on your breasts. His fingers squeeze the globes in reflex. His eyes are wide as he watches his own hands. "You are so pretty," he says, flicking his thumb over your nipple before taking the hard peek between his fingers to pinch and pull on it. "Ivar," you gasp out his name, leaning against his shoulders. "Did I hurt you?" He asks with a hint of worry in his voice. "In a good way." Seeing the confusion on his face makes you smile again. "I will explain it later." Your lips meet in a kiss again. It's hurried and burning. His hands are still on your tits. They fit perfectly in his warm palms just as he thought they would. "What did I tell you once? When will we have sex?" You ask him. Your breath is hot against his lips, and he needs a few seconds to register your words in his mind. "We will be together when I know who you are." "And who am I, Ivar?" You ask, cupping his face with both of your hands. "Tell me." "You are my fate." Your lips meet again in a searing kiss.

[kaivenom]

How the Vikings men would bath with you

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Ivar the Boneless

It takes a lot to him to trust you enough to see him naked.

Due to his body, he is very self concious so previously to entering the bath, you need to be sure he will let you in.

It is sure to say this is one of his most vulnerable moments, always expecting you to run away or something.

You position yourself behind him and tun your fingers up and down his back.

Giving him massages and hugging him, trying to reasure him that you are not afraid.

Once he gets used to this time of intimacy, having baths together starts to be a more usual activity.

Ubbe Ragnarson

He got to you side and started rubbing your legs and chest with slow almost sensual motions.

Never breaking eye contact from you, even when is hand dissapeared underwater.

With a nod you invited him to join you and what started with his attempt to seduce you is now a relaxing tradition.

Your back against his chest, connecting fingers and talking about nothing and everything.

Feeling his heartbeat against you is beautiful and calming, he also feels safe while doing this with you.

Dark ambience, small candles iluminating the room.

Hvitserk Ragnarson

The first time he entered by accident and you give him the option to join, obviously he didn't refuse.

Then started to be more often, he judt likes to have you in front of him.

After his travels to Algeciras and the Mediterranean sea, he discovers the roman baths, aromatized soaps, etc.

He is like a child, sometimes splashing you while laughing.

But dont get It wrong, he always treats you like a princess.

Now, when you raid together, he always wanders around the town, trying to know if there is some roman baths or saunas.

Sigurd Ragnarson

I somehow think that he doesn't like to bath so the only way for him to get in water is with you.

He tries to stay as much as posible in the water while you wash his blonde hair but he just makes sarcastic comments, makes weird faces and that.

He tries to splash you like a revenge and you end up having a water bottle.

The only place he likes to be in water is on the lake, but ussually is to cold to be there so... big no.

Not even mentioning that in some particular ocasion he threw you there, obviously you pushed him after.

It's the most fun and risky one to bath with.

Bjorn Ironside

He obviously starts bathing a couple of minutes before you do, that's why you always tell him when you are going to do It.

He has this hope that bathing and spending this time with you will make you reward him.

Bathing in such a small place with such a man, you feel a little overwhelmed.

He doesn't tent to do anything but always wants you to rub and wash him, he finds it relaxing

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Redemption

Warning: Swearing, oral sex

Pairing: Ivar × reader

1.02

“Once we lure them into position, I’ll give you the signal, then you’ll light the bastards up—Ivar stop,” you laugh, feeling his hands roam over your body. “I’m trying to help you plan a war.”

“I’m aware.”

“It’s difficult to concentrate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Ivar smirks, kissing your neck. He continues to squeeze at your breasts over your dress. His two favourite things were fucking and fighting, so talking battle strategies was hard for im. Ivar begins kissing your neck, leaving purple marks as a way of reminding others that you are his. “I’m not doing anything you don’t like.”

You turn your head and kiss him. Your lips linger as your mind begins to race with a thousand thoughts. It hadn’t been long since you lost your baby, and you hadn’t been intimate since.

Ivar rubs his finger along your cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say, kissing him again. “I want you, Ivar. I want you to do more things I like.”

He tilts his head to the side and gives you a small smile. Ivar smooths your hair out of your face, and the gaze in his eyes somehow brought you comfort; it was as if he was looking deep into your soul and knew what you were thinking. “I will not rush you, Drifa,” he says. “But I know something we can do, something we both like.”

Seeing the mischievous look on his face, you raise your brows and ask, “What's that?”

—

Ivar smirks in amusement as the sword in your hand rests at the top of his neck. He says, “You fight dirty; I’ve taught you well.”

You toss your sword to the side, pick up two axes, and hand one to Ivar. He told you that non-Viking armies didn’t see women as much of a threat; he wanted you to prove them all wrong. Ivar took great pride in coaching you in sword fighting, throwing spears, and aiming your bow and arrow.

“Perhaps one of my brothers will spar with you later.”

You pull a face and say, “Ubbe or Hvitserk. Last time I sparred with Sigurd, your mother was mad at me for hurting him.”

With a boyish smile on his face, Ivar says, “You knocked his front tooth out; it was a wonderful thing to witness.”

You’d always hated Sigurd and the way he treated Ivar and his mother. You think back to that day and how you and Sigurd got into a fight because he kept insulting your dead parents. At first, his brothers laughed until the first blood was drawn. You feel awful thinking about Hvitserk trying to separate you and accidentally backhanding him.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice Ivar talking to you until he places his hand on your waist. “What are you thinking about?"”

“The time I burst Hvitserk lip.”

“Hvitserk adores you.” Ivar throws his axe, which hits the mark on the tree. “So do Ubbe and Bjorn. As did my mother.” Ivar takes the other axe from your hand and repeats the action, hitting the mark perfectly again. “Sigurd is scared of you because he is weak and knows he cannot compete.”

“Have I told you recently how much I love you?”

Ivar blushes. “No, but I never tire of hearing it.”

You kiss him on the cheek before going to retrieve the axes so you can continue throwing them. You continue training until the sun begins to disappear behind the clouds and the sky quickly becomes dark as the weather changes quickly.

The rainfall is heavy, causing the mud to splash up onto Ivar’s face and neck while he dragged his body along the ground as you headed home. Seeing the pain in Ivar’s face, you suggest taking shelter from the rain underneath a large tree. You sink down beside Ivar and lean your head on his shoulder.

You sit in silence until Ivar lets out a deep breath and asks, “Why doesn’t it bother you?”

“What?”

“Being married to a cripple.”

You roll your eyes. Every time Ivar felt self-consciousness, he would question why anyone loved him. His insecurity became worse when his brother told him; nobody loved him, and everyone felt sorry for him. “I’ve told you to stop listening to Sigurd.”

“It’s true, though; I am a cripple. And my weaknesses are your weaknesses.”

“Your legs aren’t a weakness, Ivar. They are your greatest strength. People will always underestimate a cripple.”

Ivar opens his mouth to argue, but you cut him off with a kiss. You brush your nose against his as you straddle his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on him. The feral look in Ivar’s eyes sparks something inside you; all you wanted was for him to devour you. “You are Ivar the boneless, the strongest and most violent man I’ve ever met.”

Ivar grips your jaw with a devilish glint in his eyes. “You think I’m violent?”

“I think you're the most bloodthirsty Viking to ever exist.”

“Stand up.”

Following his order, you stand up. Seeing Ivar lower his trousers so his cock can spring free, you pull up the bottom of your dress. He grins, clasping his hands around your thighs. Ivar brings you in closer so he can put his mouth on your aching core. You let out a moan when you fell his warm tongue swipe over your folds before turning his attention to your clit.

“Mmmm.. Ivar, just like that,” you encouraged, “please don’t stop!”

He sucks and flicks his tongue on your abused clit, speeding up his actions until you cum, legs shaking around his head. When you come down from your high, you kneel down and twirl your tongue over the head of Ivar’s hard cock before taking him full into your mouth. He uses one hand to grip your hair, while Ivar uses the other to pinch your nipple, as Drool dribbles down your chin while you bob your head. Tears roll down your cheeks as you gag, feeling his cock start to jolt in your mouth. Ivar tightens his grip as spurts of hot cum shoot down your throat.

He grunts, “Swallow all of it like a good wife.”

Sitting up, you wipe the saliva away with the back of your hand. Ivar shuffles to put his cock back into his trousers. You kiss the palm of Ivar’s hand when he cups your face. “We should get back; it’s almost time for supper, and we both need to bathe.”

—

You take another mouthful of ale as your eyes jump between the brothers sitting around the table. There was a weird atmosphere, and you were trying to figure out why. Ubbe and Ivar feasted, laughed, and drank ale while Hvitserk looked nervous. He kept glancing at Sigurd, who had been smirking most of the night. When you returned, you had bathed and changed into a clean dress, while Ivar remained in the same mud-covered clothes. The only reason his hands were free from dirt was because he washed your back and hair.

Sigurd suddenly burst out laughing, gaining the attention of his brothers. “Do you all remember when Margrethe said Ivar couldn’t pleasure a woman? Well, today I found out that’s not true.”

You and Ivar look at each other and ask, “What?”

“Me and Hvitserk were coming back from a hunt and saw-”

“I did not look,” Hvitserk says quickly, not letting his brother finish his sentence. You patted the back of his hand; although he was a menace at times, Hvitserk was respectful and would never deliberately watch such a thing.

“Enough,” Ubbe says. “We will hear no more of this.”

Sigurd ignores his elder brother and continues talking. “I’m just sharing that I’m happy for Ivar. At least it can finally put the rumors of Drifa carrying another man’s child to rest.”

“It was you who told others that!”

He shrugs. “I stand corrected; I can tell others I know Ivar gets hard because I caught you with his dick in your mouth.”

Ubbe and Hvitserk stare at him, unimpressed.

Tears of embarrassment swell in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. You glance at your husband to see his reaction to his brother's taunting. Ivar peels the last bit of meat from the bones of his meal off with his teeth, then tosses the bare animal bone onto the table. “What kind of man talks about his brother's wife in that way?”

The amused smile drops from Sigurd’s face, “I’m—”

“I swear to the gods that if I ever hear you talk about my beautiful Drifa in such a way again, brother, you’ll leave me no other choice but to kill you.”

The room falls silent as Ivar’s threat lingers in the air. Sigurd looks to his brothers, but when neither of them say anything, he storms off, leaving the rest of you to enjoy the remainder of your night.

[multific]

Grown to Love You

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Warnings: mention of smut, murder, kidnapping and obsessive behaviour

Summary: He finds you during a raid. Ivar the Boneless has to have you.

You were all alone and scared when his men found you and brought you to him. One asked if he could have you, but Ivar wanted you for himself.

He loved the fire and hatred in your eyes.

In the beginning, he kept you in his home, he could tell your masked your fear with anger as you tried many times to escape, but you always failed.

Then one day, something happened.

You were just sitting there on the floor. Not cursing at him, not throwing things. Was this your new technique to escape? A new plan perhaps? Pretending that you gave up?

"What are you looking at?" you asked as he kept staring.

"That is not how you talk to your King." but you said nothing, no snarky comeback, you didn't spit at him or kick him. You just sat there, chains around your hands as you looked at the fireplace. He moved from his bed, crawling over to you, much like how he had done before.

You slowly turned and looked at him.

"What is your new plan?"

"I have no plans. Even if I get out of here, I have no home to go back to, you burned my house." he watched your eyes, took him a moment to realize, your fire was gone. No fear, no hatred, no anger.

He won.

You gave up.

"You are mine. You have been since the moment I saw you." his hand moved to lower your dress from your shoulder and kissed your skin.

"Why didn't you touch me before then? If I'm yours?"

"I will never force myself on a woman,"

"You can't even walk."

"Which is why you will have to please me."

"And if I refuse?" a hint, a slight hint of the fire came back for a second before you let out a sigh because as you looked at him, you realized he didn't mean it, the smile on his face and the eyes told you.

"My grandmother warned me about men with blue eyes. She said she had a dream that one day, a man like that would take me and I will be lost. She said it was as if I walked into the darkness. She couldn’t see me after that." you tugged on your chains. "You haven't been as bad to me as I thought you will be. I thought you would... force me, beat me and kill me. But you fed me and kept me warm. Sure, you didn't give me a bed-"

"I told you to sleep next to me."

"How can you be sure I wouldn't kill you?"

"I have sharp senses. I am a warrior." his eyes continued to just watch your every move. "Agree to become my wife and you will have a great life." 

"Wife?"

He nodded. "You will become Queen, you will become fully mine. Not my pet, but my woman. You have nothing to go back to, no one to return to."

"You killed everyone... so I'd stay with you?" he nodded. His eyes shone with something you didn't know, obsession. 

"Your beauty is captivating, I was sure you are a witch. So beautiful and gentle. I saw it in your eyes. And now, you finally gave into me. I will take you as wife, marry me and you will have a life filled with love and care." 

Your grandma was right, looking into his eyes, you walked right into the darkness, right into his arms.

He was obsessed and you were lost.

---

Couple months had passed since you were wed to Ivar.

Living the life of a Viking, you tried your best to understand their traditions and follow their life style.

But it was challenging.

So much so, that when a man commented on it, you saw a side of Ivar you have never seen before.

"What did you say?" Both you and Hvitserk looked at Ivar and then at the man. Ivar was way too calm.

"I said, your Queen is a whore! She is not even a true Viking!" the man was drunk, and probably didn't even realize what he was saying.

One second the man was laughing, clearly not reading the room as everyone sat, frozen. The next moment the man was on the floor with an axe piercing his skull.

"Does anyone else have any comments to my wife?" no one moved, no one took a breath. Ivar started laughing. 

You continued to eat. 

Hvitserk shook his head before grabbing more wine.

"You defended my honour." you turned to Ivar as he sat to take of his armour. 

"I have done that before, you just weren't present."

"Thank you."

"We have been married for months, you know I have deep feelings for you, of course I would defend you."

"I have never seen you so unhinged, so angry yet so calm, everyone was scared of you, I could feel their fear. Everyone was scared, while I was extremely aroused." this made Ivar look at you immediately. Now, topless, only wearing his trousers, he watched you, you shocked him. "You are incredible Ivar. You are so strong, people used to call you a cripple, now they fear your name and I truly realized that tonight. I am married to a true King, and My King, I wish for you to breed me tonight." lust filled your eyes.

Ivar swallowed, he watched you just standing there before you slowly brought your hands up to your shoulders, you moved your dress down as you turned, he didn't see your front, he saw your naked back. You moved onto the bed, watching him as you knelt on the furs.

"Please." your plea was barely audible, but it made him move.

Like a starved beast, he crawled over to you, meeting him halfway on the bed, your lips found his as his hands began to grab at your flesh.

Oh, how he loved this side of you.

You might play an innocent maiden when people were around, but truth was, when the moon was on the highest point of the sky, in the middle of the evening, Ivar could see your true side. You were possibly a siren, on top of him, moving up and down his shaft switching between slow and fast, your pace was always perfect. 

His hands grabbed your flesh, everywhere he could reach, thighs, hips, or breasts. 

Anything he could reach.

But you loved it the most when he sat up, meeting your lips as you still moved on top of him, his hands on your back as his lips were on yours, teeth pulling your bottom lip before moving to your neck and breasts. 

Every evening, his room smelled of sex and fire. 

You laying beside him, with your head on his chest, your finger making patterns on his skin as his arm was around your shoulder or hips. pulling you closer if that is possible.

Yes, he was obsessed with you, and yes you lusted for this man. He might have taken you from your home, trapped you and forced love out of you, but you were still here, swore to love him until your last breath.

"Do you think it worked?" he asked and you had a feeling what he meant.

"I believe, if your God is kind to us, then yes. We might have a child soon."

"Odin is great, I'm not sure if I can have children."

"Why wouldn't you? Your legs never stopped you from spilling your seed in me before. You worry for nothing Ivar, but even if tonight wasn't enough. I will never give up the hope of gifting you a child."

He smiled as you looked up at him, placing a kiss on his chin.

"I can see you with a daughter. She would make you chase her around the room, you would kill anyone for her, she would be perfect."

"Your imagination is quite something, My Love."

"I can also see you with a son. Teaching him your strategies, how to fight and survive, how to be a warrior. Only one child?" you asked.

"As many as you would give me." he replied.

"A lot of children. I would like that, it would mean when you leave for raids, I wouldn't be lonely." He looked into your eyes, seeing his blues as you smiled. You always spoke of such futures, he felt he wasn't good enough to be in them.

Having a lot of children with you was something he didn't even dare to dream about, and yet here you were. Your eyes shining with love and affection as you spoke of possible children with him.

"I love you." he whispered as you felt his palm on your back, pulling you in for a kiss. 

"I love you too, My King." You kissed him on the lips, running your hand through his hair as you soon fell asleep with him.

You woke not long after, you were incredibly thirsty so as quietly as you could, you made your way to get some water. You put on a short gown, which you often slept in.

On your way back to the bed you saw possibly the most amazing view. Nothing could compare. 

A naked Ivar, surrounded by furs as the fire made his skin glow.

His features relaxed as he slept on his back, one arm next to his head, the other laid out, waiting for your return.

Your eyes roamed his chest, running over his tattoos and muscles before you moved your eyes further down, although his cock, which always gave you great pleasure, was hidden under the furs, and your eyes longed on the visible bump before moving back up, the fur was dangerously low, making you thirsty for something other than water.

Ivar was a work of art. You were convinced he didn't even realize how tempting he was.

He moved ever so slightly in his sleep. AS if his subconscious was looked for you, his arm twitched, begging for you to return.

And you did. You moved back on the bed, right where you left from.

Oh, how you wished his seed took, gifting him a child would make you the happiest. You know you had to dissolve every doubt in his mind, but you were ready for the challenge. 

You went back to sleep as his arm moved back to your waist. Slightly pulling you close as he let out a long sigh.

You drifted back to sleep.

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Yggdrasil relationship: Ubbe x reader; platonic!Ivar x reader; dad!Harald x reader | summary:  How can you tell your father what happened to you when he’d done it to so many others. | tags: angst, dark/gory

Hvitserk 'Whiteshirt' Ragnarsson

Hvitserksdottir - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | prompt: “I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.” | tags: angst, fluff

Floki’s Cabin - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | prompt: “Just trust me. Please. | tags: angst

Searching Home / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationships: Hvitserk x reader; Ivar x reader | summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long. | tags: angst, fluff, dark/gory, timetravel

Neither - relationship: genderfluid!reader x Hvitserk | Summary: Hvitserk finds out about genderfluidity and accepts he might not be completely straight | tags: fluff, timetravel

Law of conservation - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | summary: You’ve been working as a tutor at your high school for about a year now. When your parents throw a barbecue party for your new neighbors, their mother Aslaug asks you to tutor her son Hvitserk, who is already a notorious flirt at his school. | tags: fluff

Sandcastles - relationship: platonic!hvitserk x timetraveler!reader | summary: reader builds sandcastles, Ivar doesn’t get it and Hvitserk loves the idea of it | tags: fluff, timetravel

When in Bali... -  relationships: hvitserk x reader, ivar x freydís, sigurd x oc | summary: You were supposed to go to Bali with your partner for your one-year anniversary. Instead, you’re there alone, heartbroken. Will reuniting with a friend you know from a summer vacation in elementary school be able to fix it? | tags: fluff

Ivar 'the Boneless' Ragnarsson

Unholy Matrimony - A Sham in Four Acts / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationship: Ivar x reader | prompt: I’ve learnt to love you. | tags: angst, fluff smut

Insatiable Little Heathens  - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: drabble, for all of y’all who wanted more of Unholy Matrimony | tags: fluff

Resolve - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: Ivar’s legs hurt but he’s so fucking thickheaded | tags: fluff

My kind of witch - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The man with blazing blue eyes fascinates you as soon as you see him and as you realize the struggles he faces every day, your admiration for him grows into something more. | tags: fluff, timetravel

Red - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: Ivar finally meets his match. | tags: smut, dark/gory

Serve - relationship: sub!ivar x buff!reader | summary: Ivar keeps teasing you. You finally have enough and give him a taste of his own medicine | tags: smut

Searching home / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 -  relationships: Hvitserk x reader; Ivar x reader |  summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long. | tags: angst, fluff, smut, dark/gory, timetravel

Totally artistic -  relationship: ivar x reader | summary: When inspiration hits, you can’t stop it | tags: fluff

Sandcastles - relationship: platonic!hvitserk, ivar x timetraveler!reader | summary: reader builds sandcastles, Ivar doesn’t get it and Hvitserk loves the idea of it | tags: fluff, timetravel

Brother - relationships: ivar x reader, hvitserk & reader, reader & oc | summary: You left your home and your brother behind for a reason. Now, a man is causing trouble at the borders of Kattegat, and as Ivar's queen, you take justice into your own hands. | tags: fluff

Unexpected / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 - relationship: ivar x thrall!reader | summary: Ivar finally decides to fuck the slave he’s been eyeing for so long, but when his angry side slips out, things take a turn for the wholly unexpected. | tags: smut

Tarot -  relationships: ivar x reader, hvitserk & reader | summary: Your day at the fair has been pretty slow – until a client like no other shows up. | tags: fluff

Imagines

How the Vikings would react to an accidental time traveler and a quiz to see if you’d survive: https://uquiz.com/dVXpgW

Ragnarssons (+Gyda): First Kiss

Social Media 

How the Vikings would react to guns and snapchat filters 

How the Vikings would react to modern dancing 

How the Vikings would react to modern music, and what they’d like

How the Vikings would react to modern concepts of astronomy and space 

How the Vikings react to modern haircare 

Vikings and Astrology

How Vikings would react to THEM timetraveling

Vikings + getting sick 

Vikings + Halloween 

Vikings + realizing you’re pregnant

Vikings characters + how they'd react to finding Accidental Time Traveler crying somewhere and not knowing why 

Vikings + you on your period  (+ more hcs about Ivar)

Vikings + Legos

Vikings + reader being much less stressed in their time

Vikings + single mother

Vikings + Gender Neutral Thor

Vikings + modern food

Vikings + touch avoidant cuddler

Vikings + Kids

Vikings + their history

Ragnarssons + being possesive

Vikings + Maleficent/Fae!reader

Vikings + curls and afros

Vikings + sleeping habits

Vikings + contortionist/super flexible reader

Vikings as modern!uni students

Vikings + affectionate drunk!reader

timetraveling!Vikings + modern tv/movies

Vikings + gen z slang

Vikings + curly haired kids

timetraveling!Vikings + Christmas

Vikings + eras other than their own

Vikings + ivar being remembered/famous

[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

I Still Hate You || Hvitserk

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I got the inspiration for this post from this prompt:

"I don't like you, I just find you hot"

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"I knew you'd come back," you laughed, as the tall son of Ragnar entered your room.

"Don't you conceive yourself as being something important!" He spat, as he got closer to the bed you were lying on, "I don't like you, I just find you hot."

Hvitserk pulled you on you legs closer to the edge of the bed, where he hovered on top of you. His lips met yours, and his tongue instantly entered your mouth.

You were the wife of Bjorn Ironside, which was enough reason for the other sons of Ragnar Lothbrok to hate you. But after a strange encounter with Hvitserk the other night, when your husband left with the ships, he started visiting you, even though he clearly told you it was a mistake and that it will never happen again.

He for sure didn't like you, but he liked your body. He liked how your warmth feels around his cock, and he liked the sounds you make while he fucks you.

You loved your husband, you really did. But he was never able to fully please you. Bjorn was always gentle with his women, but you found, you needed the roughness of one of your enemies, to finally cum.

Hvitserk's messy kiss lead to an end, leaving you with an all wet mouth and an even wetter spot between your legs.

He forcefully turned you around, so you were now on all fours—He never wanted to look at your face while he fucked you;he hated you too much for that.

He roughly pulled your dress up and pushed your head down in the pillow, your ass now being on full display. It didn't take long for him to get rid of his pants, and he pushed his whole length inside, a splash of pain rushing through your body.

He didn't let you adjust to his size, he immediately pounded into you in whatever paste he needed right now.

You cunt was drooling over how harsh he treated you, and through the pain, you felt pleasure. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, filled the room up completely, almost covering up your loud moans.

A hard smack landed on your ass cheek, which turned into a dark red shade. You cried out at the sudden pain, but you secretly liked it.

He thrusted into you even harder, hitting your g-spot with full force. It was painful, but it made you even needier. His hand was still hardly pressing down your head in your pillow, keeping you in place.

He smacked your, already red, cheek again, earning a whimper from you, as tears start to form in your eyes. He loved the sound of your cries. He loved seeing you in pain.

Hvitserk's growls got louder and breathier, as you noticed him being close. But he did someone unexpected. He turned you back around, one of your legs being over his shoulder.

He now could enter you deeper, putting you in even more pleasurable-pain.

He stopped pounding for a moment, before another smack hit the side of your face.

"Look at me, you whore!" He commanded, and you did as he said.

His hips started grinding again. He was looking you deeply in the eyes—They were filled with so much anger and hatred.

You had similar sex like this a few times with Bjorn, after you two fought, but it was never close to what his brother did to you.

Your mouth was wide opened, and desperate cries were coming out of it. Hvitserk was soon to cum, as his grunts got heavier, and the thrusts sloppier.

He still hasn't looked away from your eyes, his were deeply focused on yours. His breath became more and more unsteady, while your moans increased with every painful pound that shot through your core.

A few more thrusts was all he needed to release his load all over your stomach, some of it landing on your dress.

The way he treated you like a dirty slut, made you cum right after him, with a loud scream. Hvitserk was able to make you cum, even after he stopped touching you. This was what made you so attached to him.

"You fucking bitch, just look at you," he stood up, pulling his trousers on, "So fucking needy for my cock."

"Please fuck me again," you begged him, breathing heavily.

But he just laughed at you, "I still hate you, you little slut. I don't intend to make you feel good, you understand that?"

He quickly left the room, leaving you alone with the mess he made, still horny and greedily waiting for the next time he visits you.

[hammyballeceter]

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Moss & Flowers & Things

!!!-mentions swearing

Hvitserk x female reader!

“ah fuck” you exclaimed, another bowl slipped from your grasp. You had pilled them high in your arms thinking you could move them over to the long oak table that was being set up for a feast in one go.

Your farther would cook for such occasions, becoming well liked through out Kattegat for his food. Sadly that also meant you had to help out, alot.

You didn’t mind so much, you got to work on your own most of the time and you enjoyed setting up for feasts. Decorating the tables with bouquets of what ever beautiful things you foraged from the woods that day. The men never seemed to take notice but wives and small children seemed to appreciate the decorations.

It was a celebration for Hvitserk, you weren’t sure what it was for. Nor that you cared. Working with your farther meant you did a lot of occasions for the king and his sons.

As you’d finished with the head table you took a step back to admire your hard work, the long hall looked beautiful. It was bound to be ruined once everyone got a drink in them but you still remained proud of what you accomplished.

Candles flicker giving a warm inviting golden glow, wooden plates lined neatly, metal ones for the head table, drinking horns waiting to be filled waited for each guest, moss and branches woven around pillars, bouquets of long feathers carefully selected flowers and forest greenery placed around the room. It was dark, but illuminated enough to see the work you’d done.

You could of sat in there for hours.

It wasn’t feminine by any means but it did look beautiful. You hoped Hvitserk liked it, you picked things that reminded you of him. Although you didn’t know what the celebration was really for, you’d always had a soft spot for the handsome man. But then again, so did pretty much every other woman in Kattegat. You kept yourself to yourself most of the time, and hopes of ever being noticed by him diminished when you caught wind of all the women he bedded.

The door had been propped open so you hadn’t heard Hvitserk enter, he knew of you and always enjoyed seeing how you decorated the hall for special feasts. Always sneaking a look before the celebrations began. He didn’t want to admit it but he’d always try and catch a glimpse of you as well. He was expecting something good as your work always was but this time it was different, the large room had never looked so different. You’d put extra special effort in and it definitely showed. Hvitserk was taken aback, he loved seeing your creativity but he’d never seen such a beautiful place before. It was almost how he imagined Valhalla must of looked like. That’s when he caught sight of you, you’d usually be to busy or heading off to help your farther for him to speak to you, but he’d always make sure to come just early enough so he could see you as well & watch you work. This time you had seated your self on one of the seats, candles illuminating your beautiful features. He wanted to talk to you but never gained the courage to do so, he’d never seen someone as pulchritudinous as you.

“The moss and flowers and things look amazing” his mouth betrayed him, speaking for him. You jumped slightly at his voice, not hearing him enter you had thought you were alone. The many uses of the word and caused you to crack a small smile. Him following suit.

“Thank you” you nodded your head toward him. “What are you doing here so early, the feast doesn’t begin for another hour”

Hvitserk walked closer to you, motioning if he could sit next to you which of course you obliged to. Your hands were shaking, you’d never been this close to him.

“Truth be told I always come a little early to see how you decorate, even to watch you work. You always do such a wonderful job. But this time, it’s truly breath taking. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He looked around till his eyes landed on you, you wanted to hold his gaze but didn’t incase he thought you were staring.

“You watch me work? And all that time you could of been helping.” Your cheeks burned red, did he really do that? you’d never noticed him before. Maybe this man was secretly a mouse. The thought of him coming early to see your work made your heart flutter.

You comment made Hvitserk laugh, his laugh was a deep joyous sound. One you would do anything to keep on hearing.

“Maybe next time I’ll pick you up so you don’t have to struggle hanging things on the pillars”

You lightly slapped him on the shoulder, but then almost immediately regretted it.

“my apologies i forgot my place there for a moment” flustered you went to stand up but you felt his hand gently grab your arm.

“Don’t apologise, please. Sit with me. in fact sit on this stool it’s closer to me. I’d like to properly see your face.”

You sat facing him this time, and you took this opportunity to really look at him. He was rough yet unbelievably gorgeous, his slight facial hair and scars made him rugged yet his eyes and soft smile made him gentle. The man you wanted for yourself was sat infront of you, and you were desperate to reach out and touch him, to check if he was really there.

“you’re beautiful” Hvitserk couldn’t quite help himself, being able to finally get you by yourself and being so close he could hold it back. “I always look for you, you know. In crowds, when I walk around Kattegat. I always hope I’ll see you. When you started coming to set up for our feasts and celebrations that’s when I’d come find you. I’d never have the courage to speak to you. But today I had to when I saw what you had done, your work is usually amazing but this, this is next level. And I’m glad it’s for my celebration” He’d finally admitted it, it felt like a weight off of his shoulders. “Y/N you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. And it would be my pleasure to be able to have the chance to learn more about you. Your mere presence makes me feel alive. I’d wish I had the courage to approach you earlier as i would have made you my wife by now.”

Your hand was still in his when he placed it to his lips, your body refused to believe it was real. Dumbfounded you’d reached your other hand up to gently touch his cheek. And he was really there, he did really say those things to you. He flashed a smile again seeming to understand that you were trying to comprehend what was going on.

“I did all this for you, especially for you. I picked everything that reminded me of you for decoration. I’ve always admired you from afar. But never felt worthy enough to even speak to you. The type of women you bed are a lot different to me, they hold power, they’re truly beautiful. So I just continued to do my work and keep myself to myself.”

Words flowed out of your mouth, it was embarrassing but you didn’t care. His hand squeezed yours gently,

“It hurts me to hear you speak so down on yourself, you are truly beautiful, the most beautiful. As it is you I always searched for. My heart yearned for you yet I couldn’t get myself to speak to you in fear of rejection.”

He placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth, you had no objections the only one being isn’t wasn’t planted on your lips.

“Hvistark, are you sure it is me that you find so beautiful?”

He nodded, looking deep into your eyes, as if he could get lost in them. And he would happily do so. This time you took the lead needing his lips, you kissed him, he was quick to kiss back. For him he was kissing the woman he has wanted since he was a young child. You had fallen in love with each other from afar and finally were able to show that to each other.

“Come to the feast with me tonight, I want to show everyone I’ve finally got the woman I’ve longed for, and to prove my brothers wrong.”

“Prove them wrong?”

“They said I would never be able to have the guts to talk to you. They think your beautiful but all backed off because I knew one day that I’d get you. I just needed the courage. Plus I’d kill them if they touched you.”

[jadelynlace]

Full-Term⎮Ink Drinker Blurb⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

Read more Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: I teased about it, and you guys begged for it (pun intended). Now, I have never been pregnant, and for any of my followers who have, I apologize if this is no where near close to the actual experience of pregnancy. But I did try my best.

Content Warnings: Pregnancy sex (full term), mentions of birth and Ink Ivar (who is really in need of a warning all on his own).

Word Count: Just shy of 2000 words.

You were ready for it to be over. The past 38 weeks had been full of surprises, watching your body change, watching Ivar fall in love with you all over again. How he could not get enough of the way you are growing a human inside of you. From the photos, to painting your bump, to finding out that you’re about to bore the first Lothbrok girl in over five generations. Ivar was through the moon. But you, oh, you were ready for it to be over.

The thought of birth is exhilarating, it is terrifying. You’ve seen it in the field; in its glory, in its horror. You hadn’t yet made up your mind as to whether you wanted the intimate home birth, or the hospital birth. You stacked up the complications you could have, often leaving you awake at night, or slithering into your dreams. Too many times you’ve envisioned waking up in your own pool of blood or worse: leaving Ivar alone as a single parent to a newborn.

Walking hardly helps, walking at an angle hardly helps. You roll on the exercise ball, as Ivar sneaks glances at how you move your hips, wishing it was him below you. Helga has offered you tea, blends that she claims helped her deliver both Phoenix and Apollo rather quickly. Hvitserk makes a game at trying to jump out from around the corners at the station, hoping it’ll scare you into labor. But he’s only ever been met with the sight of your middle finger. 

Desk duty at the station is tedious enough, but you could easily do without the input of the men you work with. It was hard to believe some of them were medics, even harder to believe that they were fathers themselves. 

“We could have sex,” Ivar says to you suddenly. Eyes glued to his sketchbook as you adjust, and readjust, how you’re sitting on the couch.

“What?” You say, not quite sure you heard him correctly. His subtly could rival that of a sledgehammer.

“To induce labor. I read that sometimes the best way to get the baby out, is to do the same thing that got it in there,” 

The last 38 weeks had taken their toll on Ivar too. You can see the difference in his face, mentally preparing himself for the journey that is coming. The faintest hint of dark circles from staying up with you; in your pain, your sickness, your cravings. Walking on eggshells at times because of the swing in your emotions, and how you would just sometimes cry. Over him, for just existing, and how much you love him. Or, how he once closed the oven door too hard and you feared the oven must hurt. 

Ivar was more ready for this than he had ever been ready for anything in his entire life. And the final stretch of days felt like years, but Gods, watching you grow a human is the best experience of his life.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife, to induce labor?” You ask.

“Baby, I really want to have sex with my pregnant wife even if it doesn’t induce labor,” Ivar answers as if it’s so completely obvious.

“Your pull out game is what go me into this mess,” You tease.

“As if you didn’t beg for me to come inside—”

“Ivar,” You cut him off. “Everything hurts right now. And I have to pee again. But I can still manage to stand up and smack you,” And Ivar just offers you his tell tale smile, a grin that stretches from ear to ear, and you calm down. 

*

You take each step one at a time, planting two feet parallel before continuing, and you swear the Braxton Hicks contractions are purposely worse on the stairs. Ivar whines from the bed, wondering where you are and you feel tears in your eyes because you simply can’t walk up the stairs any quicker. Finally though, you’re in the door way and Ivar is in his boxers, constructing the best pillow mound you’ve seen to date. 

“I figured this might help,” He tells you, arm out stretched to you. As you get closer, he’s there to fix your hair, standing in front of him as he braids it to keep it out of your face, but to ensure you’re not going to wake up from a headache. There’s a kiss to your shoulder next, as he says “There,” ever so softly.

“Can you help me take off my dress,” You say to him.

“Too hot?” But you don’t answer. Ivar’s hands move slowly, rolling the hem of your nightgown towards your waist and slipping it up over your arms, all while paying careful attention to your braid. Once it’s discarded, you stay where you are, and Ivar’s hands splay across your bump like hot coals, before they gingerly lift it, relieving the pressure. You only moan.

“Just a few more days, baby,” Ivar tells you softly. Slowly his hands move again, covering your chest, the pressure in them as they grow fuller, and fuller. 

“Can I take you up on your offer?” You peep.

“I offer you lots of things, every day,” Ivar hums.

“You know exactly which one I am inquiring about, Ivar,” You deadpan. Ivar’s lips land softly on your shoulder again, humming in agreement as his hands continue to roam. Across your bump, to your chest, your lower back and you’re beginning to melt before him.

You move, and Ivar just watches you, setting his glasses on the night stand while you lie down. He’s behind you in an instant but you haven’t found comfort yet.

“No, not like this, it hurts,” You hiss and Ivar stops.

“Hold on,” He says, helping you move, “Try this,” And he moves the pillows again, letting you rest over them.

“Oh, that’s better,” You sigh, melting into the fabric. “So much better,” You hum, nuzzling your face.

“Just relax,” Ivar hums, kissing between your shoulder blades.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife to induce labor?” You mumble again while you feel Ivar’s hands on the small of your back. “Oh, that feels so nice,” You then sigh when he applies pressure where you ache. “Are you even going to be able to get it up?”

Ivar leans over you then, length pressing against you and you giggle.

“Did you even doubt that?” He whispers in your ear, leaving a kiss to your temple.

“No, not really,” You reply, his hands tracing you. “I haven’t shaved since I could see my feet,” You mumble. “Are you sure you really—”

“Do I need to gag you? Is that how this is going to be?” Ivar asks, shifting his weight behind you as his boxers are tossed somewhere behind him. “Can you try to relax for like, twenty minutes?”

“You’re going to last twenty minutes?” You quip, simply because you cannot help yourself. Ivar’s hands are at your cheeks just as the comment leaves your mouth, but instead of the quick smack you anticipate, he grabs handfuls, fondling the skin.

“We both know who’s not going to last,” Ivar hums, tracing your slit. “But when you want me to stop, you tell me, alright?”

“I know Ivar, I know,” You hum.

Ivar’s warmth covers your back, body over yours and you can’t help but shiver in anticipation for his cock to spread your walls. He rests his head against yours for a brief moment, palms tracing your stomach and you can picture the smile on his face. He leaves you for a moment to nudge your legs to spread, and out of pure instinct they fall open.

Grabbing himself, Ivar taps the head of his cock against you, just to tease you before he pushes his length into you slowly, inch by inch as your wall spread with a delicious pleasure. Feeling every vein and trace of skin before he bottoms out, and rests against you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, thighs already trembling as his hands waste no time to cover yours as they bunch the sheets. “Oh, fuck,” You gasp.

“I know,” Ivar hums back. “Better?”

“You have no idea, Ivar,” You moan into the pillow. “Gods, you have no idea,”

Ivar stays still, letting you feel the weight over you, the pleasure between the two of you, his cock throbbing inside of you. He only moans from where he is, his lips pressed against the curve of your neck before he finally rocks his hips. Careful to let the weight fall to his legs, you’re nearly dripping as his cock slides, pushing back into you and the intensity makes you shake. You whine as Ivar’s hands squeeze yours, harder.

Pulling back, you feel his hands press into your back, his cock staying still and your mind is left to remember all of the times he would have taken a fistful of your hair into his grasp. Or how his hand print would redden across your backside. But this time, he’s taking his time, taking more care than he ever has to make sure you’re both going to remember this. He doing exactly what he said: he’s getting your child out the same way he put them in there. With love.

You don’t have the words to tell him to go faster, to fuck you harder. The sensitivity makes the pleasure that much more intense, and you’re on the grasp of your first release as his hips moves lazily. 

“You’re going to make me cum,” You gasp, causing Ivar to only hum in response as he moves. Nudging your head with his, his lips catch yours for a brief moment, pressing his forehead against you.

“You always feel so good,” He rasps, his cock slowly moving through your folds. 

You relax further into the pillows, your thighs shaking as he brushes your sweet spot. 

“Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” Ivar hums, and you only nod. “Good,” He teases. 

His thrusts grow deeper, pressing against you harder but still mindful of your body. Your orgasm grabs you suddenly, tired body shaking under him, fingers interlocked over yours. Humming from above you, you press against Ivar further, helping him over his edge as his muscles tense, cock releasing inside of you as he moans deeply from his chest. 

The room is still, his breathing over yours as Ivar nuzzles against you, eyes closed as he holds you. His cock finally flags as he moves back, pressing his hands against your back before he helps you move. 

“There you are,” Ivar teases, helping you stand on shaky legs and you only look up at the man who falls more in love with you every second.

“Can you help me get my nightgown back on?” You ask softly and Ivar chuckles. He moves then, and you stop him. “Wait, let me just hug you first,” You finally peep, wrapping your arms around his neck, inching as close to him as your bump will allow and Ivar only wraps back around you. 

“You know, it could take several attempts for this to work,” Ivar quips. 

“Oh, honey, I know,”

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[ritual-unions]

Misunderstandings

Pairings: Hvitserk x OFC

Setting: modern day

Warnings: NSFW, vulgar language, mentions of oral sex

Word count: 1,800+

Summary: Sigurd brings a new American friend to hang out with his brother. She speaks little-to-no Norwegian and Hvitserk takes advantage of her lack of mastery of the language in the form of a bet.

Notes: as far as I’m concerned Hvitserk could talk a fish into flying, it’s that damn cheeky smile.

Hvitserk does not typically engage with the women Sigurd brings around. His little brother tends to hang out with the meek, quiet girls, who blend in nicely to the walls. This new one is different. She is almost too cool for his little brother. Hvitserk knows this the moment she walks into their group. He isn’t sure if it is her flouncy skirt or platform heels she adorns or the way she makes eye contact with each person she’s introduced to, but she is not the typical prototype for Sigurd. 

The football stadium is loud, louder than usual as this is the qualifying match for the finals. Hvitserk’s hopes are high, the team’s striker is the best in a long time, since before he was born, and longer still, to his father’s youth. He figures it is just as well that Ragnar is not there, not that his father had been around since Hvitserk was 10 years old. 

Hvitserk is convinced that his missing father might be the bad luck charm that had brought such a dark cloud over the national team all those years earlier. 

Hvitserk chews on the toothpick he swiped on the way out of the pub earlier that day, switches the beer in his hand from one to another, shaking the new girl’s hand, introducing himself briefly before turning his attention back to the game. Ubbe reaches across Hvitserk’s back offering his own hand and name, throwing in a smile and a comment about how it was always nice to meet his younger brother’s girlfriends. 

“I don’t think she’d fuck him.” Hvitserk can hear Ivar’s not so subtle comment from the other side of Ubbe. 

“Oh I’m not his girlfriend,” Saga blushes, turning to smile shyly at Sigurd. 

“Saga plays the keys with the band on Tuesdays.” Sigurd all but yells over the roaring crowd. Hvitserk half leaps out of his seat at the “almost” goal against his team. His team, his brothers hardly care which direction the final score lands. Ubbe knows most of the players and the coaches names and watches matches with him on the television but that is as far as his involvement goes. Sigurd and Ivar are only there to kill time on a Saturday afternoon, hoping to witness a fist fight but win or lose they will go home satisfied. Not for Hvitserk, his heart bleeds the team’s colors. Their success is his success. He can still remember, 7 years of age, the time Ragnar had taken him and Ubbe to their first home match. The crowd had been wild, thrumming with excitement. The chanting alone had left his ears ringing for hours to come. Most of all, he remembers the way Rangar had looked at him, eyes lighting up in elation as he watched his sons cheer. Hvitserk had caught his gaze by accident but the smile that pulled across his father’s face was a look he had not since forgotten. 

Today is just as loud as his first game. Hvitserk easily ignores the conversation flowing behind his back between Saga and Ubbe. She giggles, smiling at his older brother’s cheeky remarks about the smell of stale beer and how Hvitserk is sitting so awkwardly on the edge of his seat. 

“I made a bet that they will lose 2-1.” Hvitserk can barely hear Ivar over the man a row behind them who was shouting at the referee, but Hvitserk shoots his youngest brother a side-eyed glare. Ivar doesn’t seem to feel his piercing stare as he looks down at his phone, instead consumed with the bright glow of the home screen of the betting app he uses so often. 

Sigurd laughs, pulling out his own phone. “Make the same bet for me, I’ll send you money now.” 

Ubbe’s hand claps on to Hvitserk’s shoulder shaking his frame, as if to say - ignore them, a gesture that causes Hvitserk to roll his eyes. He is old enough to know when to ignore his brothers. 

Hvitserk glances at Saga who is enjoying the sight of two shirtless men painted red, arms clasped over one another’s shoulders as they sing loudly and off tune. 

The game is paused for an injured player but the crowd doesn’t not stop vibrating with excitement. 

“Why are you here?” Hvitserk asks, reaching over Saga’s head for the aluminum can of beer Sigurd has bought for him. Saga laughs at his bluntness. “I mean what brought you to the country?” 

Because you are so clearly not from here, Hvitserk wants to say but sips his beer instead. 

Saga takes the bottle of water offered to her by Sigurd and cracks open the lid. “Oh, my parents always wanted to live in one of the Scandinavian countries and my father got a job here this year so I followed along.” She shrugs her shoulders as if this is a completely normal thing to do, uproot your entire adult life to follow your parents across a vast ocean. 

“But you are - ” Hvitserk hesitates, not wanting to make an assumption. 

“American, and can only speak English and say a few words in Norwegian. I’m trying to learn more.” She bluntly states.

“I thought your ‘hello’ was good,” Sigurd offers as encouragement. Hvitserk can hear Ivar snickering into his drink. 

“We can teach you more.” Ubbe smiles at her before taking a sip of his beer. 

Hvitserk can not hear her reply as the game starts back up again and does not hear her voice again until half time. 

“I think they have a chance,” Saga says quietly as Sigurd and Ivar bicker over where they would go after the game and Ubbe has left for a piss. 

Hvitserk sits back in his seat, eyeing Saga as she casually crosses her legs, knit stockings slipping, showing off the warm skin beneath her skirt. 

“Haaland is their best chance,” Saga says, nodding at the striker warming up on the field. “But I don’t think they’ll win tonight.” 

“Why?” Hvitserk tries to not let the annoyance seep through his voice. 

“Intuition,” Saga shrugs her shoulders. “Call it a gut feeling.” 

The bitter laughter that rumbles out of Hvitserk’s belly is unwanted but he cannot help find his situation funny. Here he is, surrounded by doubters and naysayers. He is the team’s only hope. 

“Fine,” Hvitserk set his drink on the ground between his feet, rubbing his chilled fingers on his pants legs. “A bet then, my team is going to win.” 

“Okay, you’re on.” Saga reaches out her hand but before Hvitserk can clasp her hand in his own, she says, “what does the winner receive?” 

The teams are taking their positions on the field and the crowd roars with enthusiasm. Hvitserk shrugs, eyeing each player as they make their way across the grass. Saga smiles, leaning closer to his ear so he can hear. “I don’t know you well enough to know what I want from you.” 

Hvitserk laughs, that is a cop-out answer. He knows exactly what he wants if he wins. “You can have whatever.” 

“I’ll know what I want when I win.” Saga’s smile is a little too cheeky for someone he has only just met. 

“Fine.” Hvitserk waves his hand in dismissal, his team will win so he is not worried about the repercussions. He mutters briefly in Norwegian - “You can suck my dick.” 

Saga’s eyes are wide and searching for a moment. Hvitserk tugs at the lob of his ear worried that he has offended her, that she might actually understand more of his native tongue than she has let on. 

“Just want to help you learn,” he mumbles around the lip of his beer. There is a rush of emotions that pass over Saga’s face. A frown deepens between her brows, she tugs at the necklace sparkling at her collarbone, then she smiles nodding her head. 

“Yes,” she replies smiling mischievously as she eyes the game unfolding before her then back at Hvitserk. “Whatever you say, Hvitserk, but I am going to win.”

****

He has won, his team has won with no thanks given to his brothers or the new girl’s skepticism. 

He did not really mean what he said when he told Saga she had to give him a blow job if his team won but looking at her now, smiling lips wrapping around the narrow end of neck of the beer bottle in her hand, her wool stockings stopping right below the edge of her skirt, the pale skin of her thighs briefly peaking out with each swish of her hips, he can’t help but imagine what she might look like kneeled before him.  

The group have somehow made it back to the flat Sigurd calls home. His little brother has turned up the music obnoxiously loud for seemingly no reason. It is only the five of them in the living room, and Ivar looks annoyed enough to leave without saying goodbye to anyone. 

From across the room, Hvitserk cannot hear the words coming out of Saga’s mouth but he can tell by the reaction on Sigurd’s face that what she is saying to him is not good. 

Hvitserk’s arm wraps around Saga’s frame, pulling her away from Sigurd’s exclamations of anger before she can find out the exact meaning behind Hvitserk’s previous terms to their bet. 

She is saying something to him but he cannot hear her over the music or Sigurd’s shouting. Hvitserk waves his little brother away, pulling Saga to the corner until he can see her lips moving properly. 

He frowns, looking down at her. What is she saying? She repeats the phrase a little slower this time. The syllables thick on her tongue as though she’s had a Novocain shot in her mouth and can no longer speak correctly. He laughs, suddenly understanding, she is trying to speak Norwegian to him, though she is failing miserably. Whatever it is that she is trying to say, makes no sense to him.

He shakes his head, hiding his smile around the lip of his beer bottle, but she knows he is mocking her.

“Fine,” Saga says in English, nodding her head towards the hallway. “A bet is a bet.” 

Hvitserk laughter is throaty and he looks up at the ceiling as if in disbelief. He supposed Sigurd did get the chance to tell her his meaning. That he wanted her to suck his dick if his team won. His cock twitches slightly at the thought. He hopes she is not just messing around with him. 

He finds her gaze once again, staring at him so intently, a serious look on her face. He opens his mouth to reply but her fingers threads through his and he finds himself walking down the hallway with a girl he has only just met. 

[lothbrokheir]

Iwan Hvitserk Igor is the youngest son of Ivar and Xenia, the Prince of Norway, brother of Edda, Cailan and Vidar, nephew of Hvitserk from whom he takes his middle name and Caya, Björn and Ubbe and cousin of Ellinor, Marlena and Illian. He is the grandson of the great Ragnar Lothbrok and Queen Aslaug, as well as nephew of Igor the King of the Rus, from whom his second middle name comes from. He's the uncle of Ragnar Ivain, the son of his brother Vidar and his cousin Marlena. Through his mother's roots, Iwan carries Rus blood in him, giving him her natural arrogance and dignified demeanor, which he clearly displays. However, he also bears a striking resemblance to his father, having inherited his intelligence and talent for tactics, as well as the art of hiding his emotions beneath the surface. As the son of Ivar, he, like his father, has inherited something from Ragnar, which is reflected in him as Ragnar's more destructive side. Iwan is cunning, can be manipulative and does not care for feelings, which he rarely shows, just as he rarely shows his gentle side. He is direct and knows exactly how to get what he wants, as well as how to entice others to achieve his goals. He is a good speaker, eloquent and knows exactly what and how to say something. Iwan carries a lot of anger inside him, which is always bubbling to the surface and which he always tries to hold back so that it does not break out. While he has a distant relationship with his father, he has an even closer relationship with his mother, who knows how gentle her son is. He also has a close bond with his siblings, Vidar who understands his little brother very well and Edda who is her brother's gentleness and reason. Because he grew up with Ellinor, he has a connection with her that he doesn't have with anyone else. She is his calming influence and the gentle and loving nature that he needs, just like his father and uncle. Despite all his anger and the darkness within him, which is similar to that of his father, he also has a gentle side that loves his family more than anything and would do anything to protect each of them, but he rarely shows this to anyone because he believes that as the heir of the Lothbroks and future king of Norway, he cannot allow this kind of weakness. His faith in the gods and his fate dictates his path because he is completely convinced that the gods will show him his way. However, Iwan is more than he seems from the outside. There is a depth within him that is just waiting to come to the surface, but first the hard, unbending shell that surrounds the soft core of himself must be broken.

[disasterofastory]

Popcorn and candy (Hvitserk x Reader)

Popcorn and candy Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: semi-public smut

Summary: modern!Hvitserk and you go on a date.

Your eyes are glued to the screen through the windshield. You watch Matt Damon do something but nothing you see registers in your mind. The movements turn into a blur, and the voices, the loud rumble of the movie, seem far away. A frown appears between your brows as you try to focus, determination presses your lips into a thin line, but the quiet snickering at your side and a twist of fingers pull your attention away again. Your mouth falls open, and you have to fight to keep your eyes from falling shut.

Hvitserk's gaze burns the side of your face.

A few pieces of popcorn fall out from the red box onto your lap, landing on the ground around your legs. The salty scent fills your nostrils as you gasp for air. Your back straightens, and your head bumps against the headrest behind you. "Hvitserk," you groan out, not knowing what you want to earn with it. Your tone is chastising and impatient at the same time. He just laughs at it. "What, my love?" He asks with feigned innocence. His thumb brushes over your clit through your panties again. "You should focus on the movie," you grunt out, nodding at the screen. You are still watching it, seeing nothing of it. What happened? Who is that guy? "Why would I when you are much more interesting?" He asks back, grinning. His finger presses down on the sensitive bud between your legs before sliding down on the white fabric. It gets soaked by your wetness, sticking to your pussy. "Somebody will see," you tell him, turning your head away from the movie for the first time to swipe your gaze over the parking cars around you. You adjust the popcorn on your lap to hide the blonde man's hand between your legs. "Nobody can see," he laughs at your words. And he is right. The only light that illuminates the parking lot comes from the movie playing in front of you. Otherwise, everything is dark, and you can't see inside the other cars either. Air ghosts over your sensitive folds when Hvitserk pulls your panties aside. Another gasp escapes your lips at the feeling. "And if you wouldn't want it, you would close your legs," your boyfriend adds, smirking. And he is right. Again. Your legs are open, and your muscles are taut as you try to keep yourself from moving too much. "And," he continues. His voice becomes a soft hum, and his finger finally touches you without your panties standing between you and him. "You are soaked." "Hvitserk," you groan his name again. Shame and excitement heat up your skin. "What, love? That's the truth," he smirks. "I could drink from your pussy." "Oh, gods," you breathe out, not believing what you hear. "You can't say things like this!" "I can," he scoffs happily. "And you know I do." His middle finger slides over your wet folds, making a bigger mess between your legs, before pulling his hand away to bring his soaked finger to his lips. His eyes bore into yours as he licks up your juices from his finger. "You are sweeter than any candy," he says hoarsely. "Maybe I should put you onto the hood and feast from your pussy." Your hole clenches around nothing, hearing his words. "I could eat you until you scream," he continues, putting his hand back on your pussy. His thumb draws circles on your clit, watching the change in your breathing. It gets rapid and shallow. Your legs open wider, and your hips push against his clever fingers. "Do you want my finger?" He asks with mischief glinting in his bright blue eyes. "Or are you afraid someone will see me fingering your pretty cunt?" "H-Hvitserk," you gasp out his name, grabbing his wrist with one of your hands. More popcorn falls to the ground. A relieved sigh leaves your lips when he has mercy on you. Soon, his finger pushes against your center, and before you know it, he adds another one to stretch your walls. Your pussy flutters around his digits, wanting more. "Ride my finger, love," he says, pressing his hands against your pussy some more. "Make yourself cum on my fingers, Y/N. Give me something to taste while I watch the movie." A breathless moan breaks up from your throat as you do as he says. You thrust your hips against his fingers, grinding your clit on the heel of his palm. "Oh gods," you moan when another finger finds your entrance. "Maybe I could put my whole hand inside you," Hvitserk thinks out loud to watch you burn with shame and desire. His cock strains against his pants. He fidgets at the uncomfortable feeling but does nothing to help himself. He will do it when you get home. Right now, he just wants to see you falling apart because of him. "Or you would be happier with my cock inside your hot cunt," he continues. "You could ride me in the backseat." Both of you know what he does. Images of your on his lap, bouncing on his cock flashes in front of your hazy eyes. "I could suck on your pretty titties. Your nipples are hard, huh? Wanting my mouth around them. I don't need any snack when there is so much place I could feast on you." "H-" His name gets lost in your throat before you can say it. Your hips move faster and faster. You chase your pleasure while he continues talking. "Or I could fuck you from behind," he hums, twisting his fingers inside you. "There is not enough space," you gasp out. You have to fight every word to form in your tongue. "Outside of the car," he smirks. "Legs wide open, tits pressed on my car. My cock deep inside your weeping pussy." Your eyes fall shut as your movements get uncontrollable on his fingers. Your walls tighten around his fingers and flutter with the burning need that rushes inside your veins.

The popcorn is all around you by now.

The rumble of the car under you wakes you up from your hazy thoughts. Your muscles still twitch because of your orgasm. Your legs are still open, but Hvitserk's hand is on the wheel.

"Let's go home," he smirks.

[alicedopey]

Self Rec

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Thanks @thezombieprostitute for tagging me in this. I am afraid I won't satisfy your thirst for Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan Characters since my works are mostly for the Vikings fandom but here it goes ; )

Heartless - What started as a one-shot for a challenge ended up in a fic that got me back into writing. King Harald is both annoying and lovable in it ; ) It's full of angst and boy, do I love angst.

The Wallflower - A self-indulging fic with a plus size reader and my sweet baby boy, Hvitserk.

A Royal Night - A naughty one shot with Harald and Hvitserk. It is very special to me because it was born from one of my crazy chats with my other half Gaby @naaladareia

Mine - My baby Ivar is gonna be very sneaky in this one but that's what we love in him.

The Wound Licker - My first attempt at writing dark(-ish) fics and with the most wicked and fuckable villain there is, Lloyd Hansen. Only a one shot for now but I intend to write more.

If you mutuals feel like doing it, please share your good works, arts and fics, with us: @naaladareia @irishhappiness @waiting4inspiration @oddsnendsfanfics @gearhead66

[thepaperpanda]

Make Your Wish || Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Ivar decides to cheer you up after an unfortunate event that left you feeling down

Warnings: none ♥

Word count: ~ 1175

Authors: Fenrir & Cass A/N: The prompt for today is: Stargazing according to my best friend, "Ivar speaks as if he watched too much Lion King before it was even animated, lol”  ♥

There's no way you can believe it: Hvitserk cheated on you, and he isn't even sorry about the thing.

Even though you knew Hvitserk's tendencies, you hoped this time would be different; you hoped to love and be loved.

Now that you're sitting outside The Great Hall sobbing and trying to calm down as the feast is taking place, you realize you're a fool.

The inside of the building is filled with loud and happy sounds.

The only thing you want is to hide from everyone, even if others have already forgotten what happened.

Throughout the entire feast thrown by his older brother, Ivar kept an eye on you, including the scene where you caught a drunk Hvitserk fucking a thrall. After seeing, you running out, crying like a child, he decided you shouldn't be left alone.

Since he is used to crawling, Ivar decides to leave his crutch against the wooden table.

As he crawls by, he hisses and curses people, trying to think of a place you could go.

Upon leaving the Great Hall, Ivar sits casually on the ground with his back against the wall; although he is good at crawling, this shit is fucking exhausting.

It only takes him a second or two to notice the shoe prints you left, and he instinctively follows them as he scans the path leading deeper into the village.

Sitting on stones, you wipe your tears away. Accepting it is still very difficult for you. Why does he do this to you when you tried your best?

You almost fall off the stone when something suddenly touches your leg. Sighing with relief, you realize it's Ivar. "By the gods, Ivar! You scared me."

He smiles mischievously. "I didn't mean to, I mean it," he says, sitting flat on his ass and adjusting his legs. "I saw you leaving and thought I'd check out the reason."

Leaving the stone, you sit next to him.

While Ivar isn't perfect, he can be a decent man when he wants to be.

"Check out the reason? You and everyone else know why."

"Hvitserk." The word is spit through his clenched teeth as if it were some kind of dark spell. It's always Hvitserk. What did he do today?"

Your tears flow again as you explain, "He fucked the thrall, everyone saw it, he made a fool of me! What the hell was he thinking? I was good to him, and he just treated me like I was nothing? Am I really that useless, Ivar?"

The abrupt, unexpected outburst makes Ivar blink a few times and grimace a bit; he had always had trouble dealing with crying people.

You quickly wipe away the tears, "I'm sorry, you probably don't care about this. I really didn't expect this to happen."

Ivar instinctively wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. "Hush," he whispers.

Taking a deep breath and nuzzling him, you let out a heavy sigh; it feels so strange, but also so good and calming at the same time.

"Thank you," you whisper.

It's dark outside, so you cannot see his reaction - he smiles to himself. "You're welcome."

As you pull away, you look at him and say, "I bet you think I'm pathetic. At the end of the day, I heard so many things about Hvitserk and his unfaithfulness, so I don't see why I am surprised. I was so stupid, and now I cry for that!"

Nodding occasionally, he listens to you. To his utter surprise, he feels bad for you, and he feels he knows exactly how you feel. He has felt that way before, too. "I didn't say that, these are your words, Y/N," he tells you softly.

Nodding, you wipe your cheek, looking at him. "It must have been difficult crawling all the way here. Thank you for coming to check on me," you tell him, offering him a gentle smile.

Ivar shrugs simply. "Why are you worried about a cripple? You're going through hardship, not me," Ivar says calmly and improves his position to rest his back more against  the rocks you sat on before. Ivar whispers, "Look," and he points his index finger at the dark sky.

As you gaze up at the sky, you improve your position so that your back also rests against the stones. There are many stars in the dark sky, like beautiful lanterns set against a deep darkness.

"Make your wish quickly, Y/N!" Ivar shouts, pointing at two shooting stars. As he closes his eyes, he murmurs something to himself.

Before looking at him, you also close your eyes and murmur your own wish. "What was your wish?" You ask him openly.

A shrug of the shoulders accompanies his response, "For Bjørn to die. What was yours?"

With a blink, you soon giggle and shake your head; it's never clear if Ivar's serious or joking. You respond, "To meet someone who will make me happy," without much thought.

After a moment of thinking, Ivar leans forward and kisses your cheek briefly. The smirk on his lips widens as he stares at you for a moment. "It appears that the second part of my wish has just come true," he adds.

Totally confused by his behaviour, you stare at him in shock. "Second part? What's that?"

"That if I kiss you, you won't smack me."

You smack him on the head with a frown, then kiss his cheek.

Looking up at the stars, he smiles brightly and rests his back against the rocks. "Do you like stargazing?"

"Honestly, I do. They are so beautiful, just like diamonds or other shiny stones," you nodded and returned to watching the stars. "How about you?"

"I do, actually. I enjoy spending some productive alone time overthinking all my mistakes," he smiles, more to himself, joking darkly. "As stupid as it may sound, I like to imagine that my father and otherwise kings, among gods, are looking down on us from this endless darkness above."

"It's what my mom says, too," you smile and point at the big, bright star in the sky. "I give you my left hand as proof that this is Ragnar right now looking at us."

After cocking his brow, Ivar nods. "It might be. But if you're mistaken, you'd be left handleless, wouldn't you?"

Playfully pushing his shoulder, you tease, "He's watching his youngest son."

Despite his eyebrows cocked, Ivar gives you a stern look before smiling widely. "I would appreciate some help with horses if you could join me at the stables tomorrow. It's my turn to take care of them."

"I would love to help you, especially now that I don't have to worry about Hvitserk," you nod your head a little too eagerly.

Ivar smiles and squeezes your hand, telling you "Fuck him, you deserve fucking better. "I already cannot wait for tomorrow," you laugh, squeezing his hand. It may be that the youngest Ragnarsson is not as bad as his depictions by others suggest, you think to yourself

[crowwritesaway]

Ivar the Boneless Loyal Friend, Raven VI

“You’re telling me she still sees him.” Raven scoffed, walking beside Sebastian. “Yes. She goes every night.” He said, turning to glance at her. “Well, it seems like I need to pay him a visit.”

He nodded. “Arrange a meeting. That’s be all for now.” She said, dismissing him. “Of course.” He replied, walking off.

She sighed. She has to break it off with Ivar. Or I have to get rid of that plaything. Hmmm, clearly I can’t let her decide. For someone who’s next in line for the throne. We’re doomed. She rubbed her forehead.

“And what is my woman doing here?” Hvitserk asked, hugging her from behind. “Taking care of a problem.” You leaned against his back.

“I missed you.” He whispered softly. You smiled, there was nothing more that brought you peace than being in his arms. “I missed you too.”

“Is everything okay? You seemed troubled.” Hvitserk insisted, he hated seeing you like this. He wanted to know to see if he could help you.

“Just something that needs to get fixed.” Hvitserk raised a brow. You were hiding something. Ivar was right. Lately, you had been acting strange. What could it be?

“My love.” You turned around and put your hand on his cheek. He looked down at you, smiling he answered, “Yes.” “I know I have not been myself but I promise. I will be better by tomorrow.” He hummed. He adored you. Trusted you. He laid his forehead against yours. Licking his lips, his dark eyes stared back at your grey eyes. “Are you done for today?” He gripped onto your love handles. You breathlessly replied, “No.” You cursed your duty in your mind. “That’s too bad.” Your back arched. “Hmmm.” You bit your lip. “What have I said about biting my precious lips?” He mockingly asked you. “Not to.” You mischievously replied. “Exactly. Only I can.”

“My heart.” He reluctantly pulled away. “My love.” You said, sighing. I’m lying to him. I’m lying to Ivar. “I’m always with you.” “Forever and ever.” You said finishing his sentence.

“I trust you will be done with whatever is tormenting you.” You nodded. “However, if by tomorrow, I see you frown. I’ll have to know.” He swore. You bit the inside of your cheek. He wasn’t playing around. You knew that. “It’ll be done.” He pulled you towards him by your waist. “I have to go.” You mumbled, leaving your head on his chest. “I know. Before I go, look up.” You furrowed your eyebrows. What?

You looked up. Hvitserk leaned down and pulled you into a heated kiss. You instinctively closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He groaned into the kiss. He gripped your love handles as he guided you back into a tree. “W-wait.” You tried to say. He hinted at you to wrapped your legs around him by tapping you on your left thigh. You shook your head. I need to think. I need to go solve the. The…what was I going to do?

Hvitserk have you a kiss on your neck before taking a step back. You leaned back on the tree. You chest was moving up and down. He looked at you with lustful eyes. “I love you.” He said, smiling. You stared back at him. He waited. “I love you too.” You smiled softly at him.

You managed get a hold of yourself. “Let’s head back.” Hvitserk gestured for you to walk beside him. “Mmmhmm…” You walked over to him.

You both made it out the forest. “I’ll see you around, my heart.” He kissed you and walked off.

You glanced around. “Esperanza. Where is she?” You thought to yourself. You walked over to a maid that belonged to Esperanza. “Esta Esperanza en su habitación. Is Esperanza in her room?” You whispered to the maid. “Si.” She shakily whispered back.

You nodded, made you way to Esperanza’s room. You sneakily entered the house. You didn’t want anyone to notice you and report your presence. Although you had a feeling that Ivar would connect the dots sooner or alter.

You walked into her room. “Esperanza.” She was brushing her hair. She was startled by your presence. She moved to get up. “Don’t. Sit down.” You locked the door.

“Have you ended it?” You said, motioning the unsaid word with your hands.

“Uhh, y-yeah. It’s done.” She said, looking unsure. You leaned forward, saying, “Really.”

You coldly laughed. “That’s not what I’ve been told.” “I-I…are you going to believe a stranger over me.” She said, putting a hand over chest. Yes, I would. Sebastian is devoted to me.

“I’m not joking. You, him, and me are going to have a little chat.” “No!” She angrily refused. “That or I’ll deal with it.” She pursued her lips. She’ll probably kill him. “Fine.” She had no choice.

“Great. I’m glad we came to an understanding.” You clapped your hands. “Set up the arrangement for tonight. At your usual place.” You turned the knob and exited her room. Behind you left a fuming Esperanza.

You bumped into someone as you attempted to leave the house unnoticed. You glance down. Margrethe. She dropped the clothes from the fall.

“Oh, here. Let me help.” You bend down and quickly picked up the clothes. Margrethe was blushing. She couldn’t tell you to stop. It would be offensive. “Here. Sorry about the clothes.” You apologized, you were too lost in your thoughts.

“What are you doing?” You heard Ivar say. “Correcting my mistake.” You replied, looking over your shoulder. Ivar was standing there glaring at Margrethe. He was using his crutches. “Leave.” He ordered Margrethe. Margrethe nodded, leaving quickly before anything bad would happen.

“I thought you would be outside.” Ivar told you. “Oh yeah. I was on my way.” He frowned. At this time, you would be with your men. Ordering them to train. And preparing for that attack you had told him about.

“What where you doing?” He asked, staring at you. “I was taking a nap.” He tilted his head. A nap. Since when do you take naps.

“I was tired. I know it sound weird but I-I had a headache.” You rubbed your head to sound convincing. Ivar nodded. He understood. You were lying to him. He knew you too well. He did ask Hvitserk to see what you were hiding but apparently he needed to do it himself. “Are you better?” Ivar pretended to be concerned. “Yeah, all better. I gotta go.” Ivar nodded. “Yeah. Go ahead.” He said, trying to read you.

“Okay. Bye.” You hurriedly walked away. Shit. Fuck. A nap. Seriously.

Ivar narrowed his eyes. He watched you leave. I need to figure this out before I lose my mind. I’ll join her later. And if I have to, I’ll follow her.

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Pull the Trigger VII (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hi!!🥰 I will be in Dublin when you guys read this so I truly hope Tumblr queues it correctly😭 Thank you so so much for the sweet comments on the last chapter, you guys are great♥️ This one is also a bit dark but no more SA triggers, no worries🫶🏼 Thank you for reading, I hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of drugs (involuntary consume), alcohol, possible PTSD, violence, threats, Ivar gets (very) angry, but also a bit of fluff and softness. 

Words: 2972

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Your head was pounding almost like you had drunk an entire bottle of alcohol by yourself. The music coming from the party now sounded far away, and some parts of your body still ached from Erik's forceful grip. They also felt dirty.

In any case, you couldn't think straight. You had thrown up on the street when Ingrid had taken you out of that house. Now you'd swear she was sitting next to you, but couldn't be certain as you didn't dare to raise your head from between your legs.

“Y/N!"

You recognized that voice, but weren't sure of who it was. It wasn't until Thora kneeled in front of you and raised your head to take a look at you when you realised.

“Thora" your voice sounded like a whine and talking only made you feel worse.

“Oh my god" your friend sighed “Okay, you're okay, I've brought help, Y/N"

Hvitserk kneeled next to her, he cupped your head to try and make you open your eyes and look at him.

“She's conscious, that's a good sign" he said “Hey, Y/N, do you feel like throwing up?"

“She did when we came outside" Ingrid bit her lip “Then she kind of passed out and I freaked out, that's when I called you" she sounded nervous, and you just wanted to turn to her and tell her you were fine, but for some reason you couldn't “I woke her up with some water and I tried to make her eat something but she refuses"

“Y/N"

This voice you recognized almost instantly, forcing yourself to open your eyes and looking up to see a very angry Ivar standing next to you. You felt like crying then. That voice had been inside your head for days, unwilling to leave, why was he here now? Were you dying or something worse?

“Let's take her home" Hvitserk said, and Thora nodded before grabbing your other arm, helping Hvitserk to get you up. Ivar stepped forward and you grabbed his jacket unconsciously, sniffing and almost searching for comfort in his smell and warmth. For some reason, now you only wanted to cuddle him and sleep, touch him and hear his voice, in real life and saying nicer things than the last ones he had said.

“Look at me" he almost ordered, and you made the effort to look at him again. His face was more hypnotising than ever... Were his eyes so bright before? They almost looked like gemstones... “Who did this to you?"

You let out a sigh, almost sobbing and shaking your head. You couldn't think, you couldn't talk. You just wanted to get home.

“Was it Erik? Did Erik hurt you?" he asked again, lowering his voice “Answer me, tell me the name of the person who did this to you and I swear they won't see daylight again, princess"

You just nodded, not finding the words to tell him that you didn't care about Erik, only that he was there and you wanted him to take you home. For some reason.

Ivar looked at the entrance. You felt his entire body tense up but no matter how tightly you grabbed him, he still walked away too easily.

Hvitserk took you to the car, and you almost sighed in delight when you finally were able to sit on a comfortable seat. Ingrid and Thora climbed inside after you, and Hvitserk whispered something you couldn't hear.

“Ivar?" you muttered again, feeling nervous and lost now that he had disappeared again.

“I'll go get him" Hvitserk said to Thora, who nodded “I'll be right back"

He didn't have to look for him for too long. Erik stood next to the door. His lip was split and the annoying smirk had disappeared from his face. People had moved away from Ivar, who looked more than ready to murder someone.

“Next time you get even close to her I will put a fucking bullet inside your empty head" Ivar threatened, but Hvitserk grabbed his arm to hold him. He was trembling in rage, and Hvitserk feared he'd lose control once again.

“Ivar" he hissed “Let's go, there's too many people here"

“Do you hear me?!" he roared, and Hvitserk swore Erik shuddered.

“Ivar" his brother tried to pull him away, but he kept ignoring him “She's in the car, we need to leave, also she asked for you"

That seemed to calm him down. After spitting in Erik's direction, he turned around. Hvitserk almost groaned in desperation when Erik decided to talk.

“That fucking little bitch isn't even hot" he spat some blood, and Ivar stopped again “Good luck trying to fuck her, Boneless, you'll need it"

Hvitserk had to practically push Ivar outside the house and prayed that he didn't remember the gun he carried with him in his pocket. He could hear Erik laughing, but ignored him. They would take care of him soon.

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Helga was already there when Ubbe brought you inside the room. Ivar walked with his crutch as fast as he could behind his brother, cursing his legs for making him go so slow and also preventing him from carrying you there himself. The room Aslaug had always named "the infirmary" was a small living room that was used to treat Ivar outside the hospitals. He had forgotten how much time he had spent there, but it had everything one would need; a bed, monitors, and medical stuff that his father had purchased as soon as the doctors had said that he would be able to live a pretty normal life if he had constant medical care. Hospitals were okay for a few days, but also not as safe and too public sometimes, so they had installed a TV and bought shelves for books and it became the Lothbroks' play room, where his brothers would spend their evenings after school to keep him company.

Helga smiled warmly at him when he approached the bed in which Ubbe just left you. You were conscious, but could barely keep your eyes open and the light bothered you. She leant into you to examine you and you frowned.

“Was she feeling sick on your way here?" Helga asked, and Ivar shook his head.

“Her friend said she threw up when they were still at the party, and then passed out, but she was able to wake her up again"

“Good, she looks pretty conscious so she probably didn't drink much... Do you know what type of drug they gave her?"

Ivar shook his head again. The one familiar with drugs was Hvitserk, and he was on his way to take Ingrid home with Thora.

“Looks like ecstasy or GHB" he said “Probably, but I can't know for sure"

“Yes" her lips pressed together as she turned to you again, smiling softly “Hello, Y/N, my name is Helga, I'm a nurse but you're now at the Lothbrok's house" she continued talking softly, Ivar remembered that tone from when he was little “I'm going to place an IV on your arm now, okay? If you feel pain or you feel sick tell me"

You tried to nod, but barely could move your head. Ivar sat next to you.

“Hey" he said softly “Can you hear me?"

Again, his voice made you open your eyes, and instantly narrowed them to avoid the intense light.

“I'm..." you tried to speak again, turning your head only to widen your eyes when you saw the needle Helga had on her hands.

“Look at me" Ivar made you turn your head again, distracting you “Are you afraid of needles?" he chuckled “Needles scare you but I don't?"

You barely felt it when Helga placed the IV in your arm, but almost smiled at his words. It was frustrating how your body kept refusing to react the way you wanted.

“Relax" Ivar said again “You're safe here"

And just like that it was almost like they had taken an immense weight off your shoulders. Finally, you closed your eyes and relaxed, falling asleep almost instantly.

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It was too quiet when you opened your eyes. The ceiling was spinning around and you had to shut your eyes again to avoid feeling sick, but groaned and rubbed your eyes. There was a dull pain on your arm and your head felt lighter and almost like you had drunk way too much.

It took you a few seconds to realise you weren't in your room. Or any room you were familiar with. And when you looked around after sitting up with some difficulties you were even more shocked when you saw Ivar Lothbrok looking right at you.

He had a book on his hands, the small lamp on a bedside table was on even though the rest of the room was dark. And he looked amused when you opened and closed your mouth a couple of times.

“Hello, sleeping beauty" he smirked.

“Where am I?" you groaned “God, I can't remember a thing... I was at Erik's party, he... I don't remember, I just remember..." the images of him pushing you inside a room and touching you flooded your mind, and you shook your head to make them go away “What are you doing here?"

“You're at my house" he explained softly, his tone was patient and comforting, definitely not a tone he had used with you before “Your drink was spiked, Erik drugged you" he sighed “We brought you here, and Helga gave you something to make you feel better" he pointed at your arm and you looked down to find a gauze on your inner bow “Then you fell asleep, it's four in the morning now, so you can go back to sleep"

You looked around again, still confused.

“You have a hospital in your house?"

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“A long story, now sleep"

“I... Would like to wash my face... Remove my makeup and change clothes" you muttered rubbing your face again. Just remembering Erik had touched you made you want to get into a shower and rub your skin until every single trace of his touch had faded. Then burn your clothes “Can I?"

Ivar nodded, and left the book on the table before reaching for his crutch and standing up. You stared at him while he moved to turn on the lights and turn off the small lamp.

“You can use my bathroom" he said “And my bed is more comfortable than this one, can you walk?"

You weren't very sure, but you nodded anyway, and put the blankets back to get out of the bed. You felt dizzy for a moment and Ivar had to hold you.

“I can't carry you" he whispered “But I can call one of my brothers and..."

“No, don't bother anyone" you shook your head “I'm fine"

The way to his bedroom was agonisingly slow. Ivar walked next to you, his arm behind your back in case he'd have to catch you if you fell, but luckily his bedroom was on the ground floor, not too far from the room you just left.

He turned on the lights. You would have liked to look around and see what he had, but you didn't dare to raise your head as you entered the bathroom as quickly as you could. You could barely make your way to the toilet and open it when you fell to your knees and threw up again. Luckily, the bathroom was adapted and quite large.

Coughing and sniffing, you felt the tears fall down your cheeks and startled when Ivar's hand pulled your hair away. His other hand remained on your back, caressing it slowly. You wanted to start sobbing, but you felt humiliated enough to hold it back and dry your tears with your hand.

Ivar didn't say anything. Instead, he took a clean towel to clean your mouth and your cheeks, and when you finally felt good enough to stand up again and looked in the mirror, you gasped.

It was like the blood had left your face. Your makeup was ruined, smudged around your eyes, your hair was also a mess, and the image only made you feel even worse.

“Sorry" you muttered, your lower lip trembling, when Ivar approached you after throwing the towel inside the laundry basket and reaching for a clean one.

“Don't be" he simply replied, and patted the marble counter just under the mirror  “Come on, I'll remove your makeup"

You didn't have the strength to argue, so you sat on the counter so you could be more or less at his height while he wetted the towel.

His touch was soft and gentle, which you would've never imagined. He looked focused, his hand placed right next to you supported his weight.  

“You were right"

His eyes fixed on yours, and his expression softened as he stopped. Finally, you got an excuse to stare at his face, that beautiful face you loved to hate.

“I always am" he replied, and his jaw clenched “But I swear to the Gods, I was hoping I would be wrong this time"

You sniffed again, looking down at your lap and smiling softly.

“Aren't you going to smirk and say: I told you so?"

“No" Ivar's fingers on your chin made you raise your head again as he continued to remove your makeup “I did punch him in the face, though, and I would have done way more if Hvitserk had let me" he pressed his lips together “I swear, the only thing I wanted was to make him suffer for as long as I could before putting a bullet between his eyes"

“Please don't..." you gulped, shaking your head “Put a bullet between anyone's eyes, it's... Violent"

Ivar smiled then, and your stomach fluttered, almost like you were on a rollercoaster ride.

“Violent doesn't even come close to describe what I will do to him" he whispered “You don't need to know the details, though, close your eyes"

You did as you were told, and the soft, warm towel started removing the makeup from your eyelids. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath hitting your lips, and you'd swear that made you even dizzier. You wanted nothing more than to lean in and press your lips against yours, but you stayed as still as you could, enjoying the closeness, the silence and the nice feeling of his touch.

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“I will give you some clothes” he muttered, and you nodded slowly as he left the bathroom, only to come back a couple of minutes later with a t-shirt and some sweatpants “They’re mine, but the only woman clothes in this house are upstairs and I…” he touched his leg, and you smiled softly at him.

“It’s okay, thank you”

He closed the door behind himself. You sighed again and turned to the mirror to wet your face.

When you were finished in the bathroom, you stepped into the bedroom again. Ivar had extended a few cushions and blankets on the floor and stood now shirtless in the middle of the room. You froze and widened your eyes.

Just before he turned around, you were able to admire his back. He had tattoos that started at his back, and tensed over his muscles when he moved, the ink lines travelled over his shoulders and arms and continued on his chest. You cleared your throat, your head felt even lighter now and you had to hold onto the door for a moment.

“I um… I can sleep on the floor if you prefer”

Ivar rolled his eyes as he slipped a grey t-shirt over his head. You almost pouted in protest when his masterpiece of a body got covered up.

“Shut up and get into bed, I’ll be right back”

You obeyed him. Maybe in any other circumstances you would have argued, told him he was no one to decide for you and that he couldn’t just tell you what to do, but the softness of the covers, the comfort of the bed and the unmistakable scent of Ivar that lingered on the pillows were more than enough to make you sigh in delight.

That was probably the best bed you had ever been in.

When Ivar left the bathroom, you heard how he threw the crutches away, before he spoke:

“I need to sit down on the bed to take off the braces, do you mind?”

You raised your head and stared at him, shaking your head slowly. The fact that Ivar Lothbrok had asked for your permission to sit on his own bed in case it bothered you blowed your mind. And also melted your heart a bit.

He groaned slightly when he started taking them off. The vast, iron braces fell to the floor, but Ivar kept touching his legs softly, taking deep breaths until he finally sat on the floor, crawling to the improvised bed he had built.

“Do they hurt?” you asked, your head back down onto the pillows. Now that he was on the floor you could see him while laying down.

He looked taken aback by your question, and his reply took a few seconds.

“Yes” he finally said “They hurt every day, but some days are better that others”

“What is it called?” you asked, biting your lip “Your disease”

“Osteogenesis Imperfecta” he replied, looking up at his own ceiling “Type IV”

You nodded slowly before reaching to turn off the lights. You felt sleepy now and your entire body felt heavy and numb.

“I’m sorry you’re in pain” you muttered “It sucks”

Ivar stayed silent. You could hear his breathing and how he moved between the blankets he had on the floor.

“Yeah” he said “It sucks”

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