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A little (fast-written and not thoroughly proofread) something for the Summer Solstice Event hosted by @vikingsevents. I combined day 4 (Sweet, Salty, Metallic) and day 5 (Moan, Whimper, Scream) and created a Vampire AU (doesn't every writer need one at some point xd and JRMs role as Dracula gave me the perfect pic). I'm a little late, but I'm here :) Pairing: Heahmund & Ivar Words: ~4000 [AO3] Warnings: Mention of Blood (what a surprise), M/M Blowjob, Mild Smut

If his heart would still be beating in his chest, he was sure it would have stopped the moment he finally put his lips on the soft pillows he had painfully longed for weeks. Or rather, for centuries. It felt like a gentle death, and in a way, he actually died the second their lips touched, uniting in a kiss.

In an instant, he felt as if he had been reborn. His old self ceased to exist. The suffering self, driven by pain. All the pain of the past centuries, all the suffering that had accumulated during that time, slipped away from him, peeled off like a skin that no longer belonged to him, making way for the hope of a future in which love and passion would once again become his driving forces.

Caught in the maelstrom of his sensations, he gave himself completely to the feeling that the lips, which at first only hesitantly pressed against his, triggered in him. He would have loved to take possession of them directly, to feast on them like a wild animal that had had to wait too long for new prey. He was hungry, wanted more, but he held back. He mustered all his willpower to do so. Even though it was difficult for him, he instinctively knew that he had to give his counterpart the time to slowly get used to the feeling he was most likely experiencing. It was probably unfamiliar to him and overwhelming at the same time. Not the kiss alone, but the wave of emotions it unleashed. He was sure that he wasn't the only one feeling this way, but that the boy in front of him was also stirred up inside. He felt the uncertainty and probably also the disbelief about what was happening in his tentative approaches, heard it in his fastened heartbeat and shaky breaths.

Sweet - was the prevailing thought that burst upon him, unannounced like a storm on the high seas, as soon as their lips parted a crack, clearing the way into a world full of new sensations. He felt as if there was a slight hint of caramel, or perhaps honey, on these soft pillows, which further enraptured him. He wanted to devour every last trace of this delicious taste, chased after it like an addict after his favorite drug.

A smile formed on his lips, and had he not disturbed the kiss with it, he would have shaken his head in disbelief at his own surprise at the beguiling taste. Of course, his sweet prince still tasted like the sweetest temptation he had ever tasted. He hadn't gotten that nickname for nothing. Back then, a very long time ago.

He caught himself thinking that he could do without blood for the rest of his life if only he could sip on those very lips every waking minute. They were the elixir he needed more to live, the loss of which had made him an empty shell.

A stupid thought, perhaps, but he was far from being wise. Not when he was close to the one person he love the most and which he had believed he had lost forever.

The fact that he was here, unarmed, and without even having thoroughly checked his surroundings beforehand, was already proof enough that he might not be in his right mind.

The boy, who so willingly allowed himself to fall into his arms, was Ivar - the youngest scion of the Lothbrok family, whose roots as famous hunters went back a long way. Hunters who had tried for several generations to banish him and his kind from this earth, yet they had never been successful. At least in his case. Many of his kind had fallen victim to them, which had only magnified his anger and hatred toward those people, and perhaps it was now up to him to fall into the easiest of all traps that would cost him his survival.

He was walking on dangerous ground, but this kiss alone was already worth the risk. With not a fiber of his being could he imagine that the Lothbroks knew what old soul was slumbering in this boy when not even Ivar himself seemed to comprehend why he too was drawn to him as well. Ivar could have killed him already. He had several opportunities to do so, since he was too careless when near him, but Ivar hadn't done it, instead, the boy surrendered to the kiss as well, letting himself be guided by something hidden deep inside him.

Gently he let the tip of his tongue trace this sweetness and silently begged for further entry into this paradise-like cave.

He had fought many battles in his life already, had brought down many enemies who were begging for their lives on the brink of death. During those times, he also faced many weapons that were specially created to cause him pain and the most suffering before his ending. But never before had he felt anything like fear or a sense of weakness. Never had he felt defeated or unable to fight against something life-threatening.

However, the soft moan that escaped Ivar's lips when he opened his mouth a little wider, which led him to take possession of it immediately, made him feel a sense of weakness for the first time. He felt weak to the bone, on the verge of crying because he couldn’t believe his luck.

Ivar could stab him right in his cold heart, he wouldn't mind right now, but apparently, his luck hadn't run out yet. No wooden peg dug deep into his chest, but a shy tongue invaded him now, began to circle his, and nestled against it. Another moan sounded. This time from his mouth, and he could feel how it was working its magic on Ivar as well. He could hear his heartbeat increasing, could feel the tremors dancing across his skin.

His sweet prince pressed himself closer against him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Seeking hold, he was more than willing to give it to him.

Of the many battles he had already fought, none was as difficult as this one he was now fighting with himself internally.

Triggered by the sweetness that had overpoweringly anchored itself in his senses, he was overcome by the urge to want to possess Ivar, with every last molecule that made up his existence. He wanted to have him all for himself in fear of losing him again.

It was easy to say that continuing life without him would be unthinkable for him. Exaggerated poetics for most, but he knew that these were not just empty words. He had already had to live through it, knew how bleak his existence had been for the last centuries.

He had already lost him once. About 300 years before. Hunters had ripped him away from him in a brutal way. They had used Ivar as bait to lure him out of hiding, driven by the painful screams of his beloved. Pain caused by consecrated silver arrows that had been drilled into his legs in various places.

At that time, he had not been able to free him and thus had not been able to save him. In the end, he had only been able to watch in horror from a distance as they had beheaded his most loved one. Thus destroying a love that had lasted over 200 years. His existence thereafter was marked by hatred. His drive was revenge against all those who had been involved in this cruel event. Including their descendants. No one should be allowed to walk the earth who carried the blood of those people who had taken the dearest from him.

The dark time seemed to be over now. Although darkness was still his accomplice, needed for protection, it no longer ate through his insides.

Ivar was back. Even if so far only as a shell, he was sure that also his consciousness, his soul would soon push back to the surface. He was as sure of this as he had been at their first brief eye contact that this young man was his Ivar.

- His eyes, those azure depths, had been the first thing that had given him away. Back then, a few weeks ago, when they had run into each other in the twilight. A brief crossing of their eyes had been enough and he had lost himself in those familiar eyes. Had lost all sense of time, overwhelmed by all the memories that had burst upon him at that moment. They both had stopped for a moment as if they had been forced to stand still by some supernatural force and just looked at each other in silence.

That brief moment had been enough to trigger a realization in him, and when his senses had returned and with them, Ivar's heartbeat had reached him, he had been absolutely certain. Many people were nothing special. They were lost in the steady rhythm of the faceless mass, but there was something special about his sweet prince. A striking unevenness that sounded to his ears like the most beautiful classical song, whose tonal perfection no one had yet put on paper. He would recognize his heartbeat among millions and millions, had never heard a comparable one since he was robbed of his beloved.

Only briefly had he been able to catch a glimpse of Ivar's legs, trapped in metal braces, before the young man had awakened from his stupor and continued on his way, turning around again a short time later and eyeing him once more with interest.

The sight of the maltreated legs had triggered sheer rage in him and only with difficulty had he been able to suppress the scream that had been brewing inside him. Just like the memories that rose along with it, at the same time. -

Flatly, he pressed his tongue against the warm skin on Ivar's neck, licking over it with relish. The throbbing of his heartbeat made itself felt as a gentle vibration on his tongue. He heard the rush of blood flowing through the human shell and the thought of wanting to taste it overwhelmed him. Greed took over. When already on the outside such a foretaste of the sweetest nectar was waiting for him, how delicious would Ivar's blood be then?

His grip around Ivar's waist tightened, his nails deformed into claws almost leaving small holes in the fabric. His sharp teeth grew, scratched over the sensitive skin while he alternated between licking it and covering it with kisses. He was seconds away from plunging his teeth into the thick vein, ready to satisfy his curiosity and hunger, but the tip of a sharp object pressing into his side, right below his rotten heart, made him pause.

Carefully, he licked over the tempting spot once more before lifting his head and looking Ivar in the eye.

Already as he moved away, the pressure at his side also eased, even though the sharp end still lingered menacingly close to his body. Nevertheless, he was not afraid. He could read in Ivar's eyes that he had no intention of driving the peg deeper. It was merely a warning. The marking of a border that should not be crossed.

Devoutly, as if it weren't only Ivar's legs that seemed fragile, he enclosed his face with both hands and examined it for a moment, putting all the love he had for him into his gaze.

"I promise that I won't harm you. More than that, I promise that no one will ever hurt you again. No one will ever lay a hand on you again and cause you pain. From now on, I will protect you. No matter what it costs."

He saw Ivar frown as he let the words sink in. They didn't seem to make any sense to him. How could they, if he didn't remember?

"I don't need protection. I can stand up for myself."

The same pride as before gleamed in Ivar's eyes. The same confidence that almost bordered on arrogance, which had fascinated him even way back then. He smiled at him and nodded in understanding.

"I know. And yet I will protect you. I am your loyal servant and anyone who harms even a hair on your head will die. Like all the others before. That is my promise to you." He kept his voice soft, almost a whisper, even when no one was around to overhear.

"No one has ever hurt me."

"Your legs tell a different story."

He watched Ivar as he looked down at himself for a moment as if he had to see once again what had been done to him. Something so terrible that even centuries later it was still manifest in his body.

"I was born this way. It's nobody's fault, it's just the genes." Ivar sounded puzzled. Partly unsure maybe if this was actually the reason.

He stroked over the soft skin on Ivar's cheek, felt the first stronger hairs forming on his jawline under his fingertips. He left it at that. It was obvious that Ivar didn't remember the details and that he was struggling with himself inside. He could see it in his inquiring gaze, could almost hear the questions that Ivar was surely asking himself inwardly, undecided about what he was actually doing here. But his interest seemed to be stronger, his desire for closeness far from satisfied.

By initiating the following kiss, Ivar also made a statement that he was not here to talk. While he had been shy and cautious before, he now took what he thirsted for more confidently. Willingly, he opened his mouth, welcoming the foreign tongue into his realm.

He could feel the warmth of Ivar's breath mingling with his own cold one, creating an electrifying current that surged through their bodies. The touch of his lips was soft, yet firm, their movements synchronized in a passionate dance. Their tongues and lips met with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Breathy moans and sighs that echoed in the air were like a symphony, created by their desire and need, a testimony to the intensity of their connection.

Once again the heartbeat of his once-lost love accelerated, his skin became warmer, exuding a pleasant fragrance that crept into his nose, taking hold of his whole being. Everything around him was once again forgotten, declared unimportant. His world was Ivar and Ivar alone and he took this place as self-confident as ever.

His hands roamed over Ivar's back, possessively, yet tenderly tracing patterns along his spine, further igniting the fire that burned within them. Ivar's fingers clawed into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening their kiss even more. They only separated to get rid of each other's shirts. In a hurry, they tore them off their bodies and threw them carelessly on the floor, where also the wooden peg had found its resting place in the meantime.

The air crackled around them and fire blazed in their eyes as they looked at each other breathlessly for a moment. Their bodies yearned for more, their hands could not leave each other, slid exploratively over naked skin. Once again their lips found each other, sealing their testament of passion anew.

He started to open Ivar's pants, slid his hands in the sides, wandered to his butt, and dug his fingers into the plump cheeks, kneading them while he pressed Ivar closer, letting their hips gyrate against each other. Another moan was breathed into his mouth, unleashing another storm of desire to unfold. Without effort, he lifted Ivar up and helped him wrap his legs around his waist before walking to the bed on the other side of the room, continuing to kiss as if Ivar didn't need oxygen either.

When he reached the bed, he bent down and let Ivar slide gently onto the mattress. He propped himself up with his hands, and bedded himself on top of him, gyrating his hips again. Their moans mingled and Ivar leaned his head back to catch his breath, thus invitingly presenting his seductive neck to him. Without hesitation, he let his lips slide back there, kissing his way over the throbbing vein. He didn't linger there long, feeling how Ivar was tensing up again. Purposefully, he slid to his collarbone, licking his way down to one erect bud, nibbling on it, causing Ivar to voice his delight.

The scent that emanated from Ivar wrapped him in an invisible cloak. It had changed in the last few minutes, had intensified, and he felt like he was lying on the softest pillows, carried by the warmth that poured out of him.

The hands that ran through his hair, clawing almost painfully tightly into it, unmistakably pushed him deeper. He let Ivar guide him, but still took the time to explore his upper body first with tongue and lips, spoiling kisses here and there.

A tremor ran through Ivar's body and a sound of relief escaped his mouth as he opened his pants further and hastily pulled them down to his knees along with his underwear, freeing that part of his body that craved attention the most.

Desirously he looked at the wet shimmering tip, which stretched towards him. The witness of Ivar's lust was emblazoned on it, arousing in him the need to taste it. Turning his head sideways, he licked the hot flesh with the flat of his tongue, saving the best for last, when he finally absorbed the drop with the tip of his tongue, letting the salty taste melt on his tongue.

Ivar whimpered as his lips closed around the tip, begging for more with the next gasping exhale. He was only too happy to comply with this request, given that his own hunger for more was far from being satisfied. Nibbling, he let his lips glide over the head, savoring each new drop of pleasure as it rose to the surface. He relished the deep sighs that were coming from Ivar's mouth, bathed in the knowledge that it was he who was giving him this pleasure, these moments of absolute bliss.

Once again he licked over the entire length, noticing the trembling that flowed through Ivar's fragile legs, before he opened his mouth and placed it around the tip, this time taking it deep inside him. Immediately the grip on his hair tightened, urging his head deeper.

Sucking blood was a necessity for him to stay alive.

Sucking Ivar's cock was like a revelation that made him feel alive again.

The pulsing that spread through his mouth made him feel like he had a heartbeat of his own. He took Ivar deeper inside him, letting the sensation penetrate further down his throat. The sounds emanating from Ivar became more and more indignant, his hips reared up, his movements became desperate. He tried to follow the rhythm, willingly letting himself be used for Ivar's own pleasure, not letting the roughness deter him. He let it happen, enjoying the satisfaction he could give Ivar with a little sucking and bobbing his head up and down. He hadn't felt this fulfilled in a long time.

And something else distracted him, making his thoughts wander off.

The buzz of Ivar's blood sounded loudly in his ears. Two thick veins on his lower abdomen sought his attention. They stood out clearly. He saw them pulsing, and he could almost see through the skin how the surely delicious blood was pumped into Ivar's lower body at a hurried pace. His hunger for it grew with every second. A growl came deep from his throat as the urge finally overcame him, bouncing as a vibration against Ivar's cock, eliciting an equally guttural moan from his sweet prince.

He freed himself from Ivar's hard grip, sucked the tip of the shaft again intensely, and then let the cock slide out of his mouth completely. His tongue slid one last time over the length, made its way to the thigh on which he breathed fleeting kisses. Kissing and licking, he approached the lower belly, took Ivar's cock in his hand in the meantime, and continued pumping it in the same rhythm as he had previously spoiled it with his mouth. He increased the pressure around the head, sliding his thumb over the wet tip, rubbing the juice of their lust into both their skins.

Licking his lips, he came closer to one of the pulsating veins, firstly, just pressing his tongue against its pulse, letting it pass over him. He felt how the greed turned his features animalistic and how his teeth extended. It took all his strength, but he raised his head briefly to take a look at Ivar. A smile flitted across his features as he once more realized how gorgeous he was. His beloved had his eyes closed, his features tense with pleasure, his lips slightly open, breathing heavily. His fingers clutched at the sheet to his left and right, and his hips continued to thrust toward his hand, demanding.

He is mine was the prevailing thought as he lowered his head again. Forgotten was the previously made promise.

A scream fought its way through Ivar's lips, triggered by the shock when he couldn't hold on any longer, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of Ivar's lower abdomen. The metallic taste of his blood immediately filled his mouth, increasingly befogging his senses. Greedily he sucked the juice of life into himself, was overwhelmed by its delicious taste which he now well remembered.

Ivar reared up briefly, trying to push him away, but his resistance was only half-hearted, disarmed by his hand still pumping Ivar's arousal in a steady rhythm. He continued to drink, feeling the twitching in his hand grow stronger until he heard Ivar moan loudly. The feeling of warm drops landing on his cheek caught his attention and out of the corner of his eye he saw how Ivar slumped limply back onto the mattress, trying to catch his breath.

Weak hands tried to push him away once again, but he hadn't had enough, kept sucking the delicious blood into his mouth, intoxicated.

"Heahmund, please don't."

The soft, almost brittle voice of Ivar reached his ears and with a jolt he came to, jerked his head up and pressed his palm on the small wounds to stop the bleeding, but also to avoid being overrun by lust and hunger again.

He hadn't heard that name for a long time, had never used it again after his biggest defeat so far. The memory that came with it was too painful.

They looked at each other. Silently, yet he read so much in Ivar's eyes. Realization shimmered in them, accompanied by tears that tried to flood out. With the back of his hand, he first wiped his mouth, removing the bloody residue from his lips, before leaning down to Ivar, stopping just before his lips. With his thumb, he collected a tear that had made its way out of the corner of Ivar's eye as a glittering pearl.

"My sweet prince," he whispered before sealing their lips again, encouraged by the hand that had settled on his neck, pressing him closer.

The taste of his own blood didn't seem to deter Ivar. Much more it spurred him on, made him become more impetuous again. It was going to be a long night. Of that he was sure. A night in which he would hear his old name even more often, breathed and moaned and accompanied by sweet sounds.

It was time for a new identity anyway and Heahmund knew exactly which one he wanted to revive.

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narukuwrites · 6 years

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003. Part 6

Words: 2,713 Tags: Heavar, Dracula AU, Dracula!Heahmund, Viking!Ivar, Violence, Voyeurism, Smut Summary: Heahmund keeps up appearances with the ship guests before sating his thirst, Ivar has a bath and finds himself lost in thought and aroused at the prospect of working with Heahmund and things become a bit heated between them both.

Author’s Note: Same as the previous one’s beta wise. Edits will be made accordingly when she has seen to them.

Walking away from Ivar’s cabin Heahmund feeling pleased with how things how turned out, now he was confident that with the young northerner’s assistance he would succeed in completely bringing The Order to its knees. He smirked at that and saw that in many ways, Ivar could be seen as his bloody, angel of death, there was so much darkness in him and he felt it was serendipitous that the other was on his side. He might have been a creature of the night and forced to skulk in the shadows but there was something truly primal and raw within Ivar. Something he wanted to fully bring out and nurture, how odd this feeling of fondness of someone he’d only met. It was something he’d never felt, in all his long years and not since his beloved Ilona.

Heahmund had made his way towards where the first class lounge and as he neared it the music coming from the band that was playing became louder and he effortlessly put up his charming guise as he entered into the room, where groups of the upper class and wealthy people conversed and sipped at wine and champagne. He would not find a meal of sorts here no, he had to keep his up his appearance and as such walked amongst them all socialising and chatting amicably, his natural charm and courteous manner made him approachable and he garnered as always many admiring gazes and he smiled back at those who did, causing a couple of ladies to blush and look embarrassed and titter with each other.

To everyone here on the boat, at least in first class, he was Alexander Greyson wealthy American entrepreneur, charming and confident. Naturally, there were those jealous of him also, mainly the men but he wasn’t too bothered by them. Once he had spent a fair enough amount of time to not arouse suspicion he made his way out of the loud music room and was grateful to be going somewhere, a little quieter. The lower decks, where the poorer people were relegated and kept, their ilk were separated from those in first class and there was less lighting down there also, and a lot of darkness and it was a perfect place to find a meal to sustain him. He wanted to be quick though, the thought of seeing Ivar naked in a bathtub was a rather enticing prospect in itself.

The bath had taken some time to fill up and that had given Ivar time to think about everything that had happened. He was filled with rage and anger at the fact, the whole of Kattegat had planned this, to get rid of him and the fact they had done so, in such a manner. The betrayal from everyone he had protected and looked after - perhaps it had been Bjorn’s influence. But no that couldn’t have been right, there was no way his brother was clever enough to think of such a thing. Whatever it had been, Ivar would make sure they would suffer terribly once he was done with assisting Heahmund in his endeavors.

There had been some kinds of strange scented liquid to put into the bath but Ivar didn’t need something like that and he instead went for the bath salts, those would be enough. This place that he had found himself quite literally thrown into, would take some for him to adjust to. He was more fond of the simpler life and the grandeur of all of this, made him wonder just how much of his amassed fortune and spoils of war had been given to whoever owned this ship. No doubt a fair sum and even if it had meant he was given a nice room, it still in many ways felt like an opulent prison of sorts. But then he found himself thinking about the boat itself, he was on.

This ship was one that was unlike any he had ever seen before larger than any Floki could have made. Perhaps this was one of those advancements that Heahmund had talked about? And if that was the case just what would he get to see in London, no doubt a very different landscape - but he was sure regardless of the territory and landscape he would come up with a plan that would work to ensure the downfall of those whom Heahmund sought revenge against. Ivar would find out what the name of what kind of creature his new companion was, he found himself wanting to know as much as possible about him.

From what he had pieced together it was a life that had been forced upon Heahmund. But why? Perhaps as a punishment or to make a statement? How had they done such a thing? There were still so many variables and things he hadn’t quite figured out, but he would in time. Just as he always did. But he knew one thing - he would make all them pay for their transgressions against his partner.

He found himself excited though at the thought of being in the midst of such chaos and battle would be glorious and he grinned manically at that thought before divesting the rest of his attire and gracelessly slipping into the bath and letting out a hiss at the heat of the water, before he settled to the temperature and leaned back and shut his eyes. The heat permeating his body was divine and he found himself being lulled into a more relaxed and pliant state and was thrilled at the fact, that very soon he would plotting devious ways to ensure the downfall of Heahmund’s enemies. London would run red with blood and he would bathe in the midst of it, like a cleansing benediction and offerings to the gods.

The difference between the first and lower class decks was stark in contrast, many people of all ages and walks of life cramped together, there were cabins of course but basic and simple. Various chatter filtered through their air, the crying of the odd baby and little child adding to the symphony of noise and the smell wasn’t pleasant but nevertheless here he would find someone and their absence would not go unnoticed, so he waited in the shadows watching his eyes taking in each and every one of them, those who were travelling alone would be his main objective and luckily from what he could see there were a few he could choose from, all of them men mind you but Heahmund wasn’t choosy when it came to this sort of thing. Blood was blood and he did wonder that maybe at some point, he could convince Ivar to let him drink from the young northerner, because that taste, Ivar’s blood had been absolutely divine. One taste had not been enough, he felt himself wanting more.

And at that thought he felt the bloodlust rising and so he whispered into the mind of young man, he was unordinary and plain but susceptible to his suggestions and he lured him to follow into the darkness of the lower depths being mindful not to bring too much attention to it but thankfully a lot of people in this area seemed to be dozing and resting and when the man was close enough he grabbed the other before retracting his fangs and immediately sinking his teeth into the man’s neck, holding his hand over the mans mouth to muffle his cries as he drank deep and long and although it wasn’t the blood he truly desired, he would make do with this for now. And when the body was lifeless he carried it towards the deeper bowels of the boat and threw it into one of the furnaces before making his way back towards where Ivar was. He had dallied long enough and wanted to see Ivar wholly.

Not too surprisingly the thought of all the blood and violence caused his body to naturally react and although he was a cripple, he was still very much capable of getting an erection and experiencing pleasure. Such thoughts tended to get a reaction from his body and that was perfectly natural, Ivar was not ashamed of that fact, He was no virgin by any means but sex wasn’t something he found himself finding a great need or want for, he found both women and men attractive of course and the fact that Heahmund’s face came into his mind caused him to let out a happy sigh.

There was no denying that Heahmund was attractive to look at, indeed there had been something between them earlier - of that he was certain, it felt electric almost. And he glanced down at his arousal which didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon and decided that he would have to take care of it and he knew exactly who he would be thinking of.

And so he wrapped his hands around his sizeable length licking his lips before closing his eyes and stroking himself in a languid manner letting out a moan as he pictured Heahmund in front of him, naked and aroused and staring at him with almost luminous eyes and murmuring him praises on his knees and wrapping his lips around his length and he felt himself let out a loud groan as the familiar feeling of what he felt from his dream earlier, assaulted his senses and his mind....

Heahmund had soundlessly once more made his way into Ivar’s cabin and could smell the arousal and soft sounds of pleasure coming from the bathroom of the cabin which he gravitated to making little noise as he did so. Ivar was too distracted to notice his presence, seeking his own pleasure and he took this moment to take in every inch of Ivar that was exposed to him. His upper body was built, and compact no doubt due to having to compensate for his lower body, but even that was sculpted and absolute perfection.

Ivar had been shaped by his world and the life he lived and he wondered if Ivar would be upset or aroused at knowing he was watching, the younger touch himself and he was curious as to what exactly Ivar was thinking about or indeed whom - and so he once more delved into Ivar’s mind and chuckled at what the other was envisioning. Ivar was thinking of him and well that needed a reward of sorts.

“Oh, I will happily partake of your flesh…” Heahmund replied with a grin as he took Ivar’s length into his mouth, his face shifting into his vampyr one sucked and licked, making sure to drag his fangs along the engorged flesh of Ivar’s length, and using his tongue to lick the entirety of his shaft and wrapping his hands around the base before taking Ivar into his mouth once more. moving them both synchronously and all too soon bringing Ivar to orgasm.

Fuck it all felt so real, Ivar found himself being overwhelmed with feeling, desire and want and although he was stroking himself in a harder manner now, he could still feel that warmth, wet heat of Heahmund’s mouth and let out a loud groan as he hit his release and dirtied his water with his release, before he opened his eyes and found himself looking at a smug looking Heahmund. And he couldn’t find himself being mad at the other, in fact, it was nice to know that not only had Heahmund being an audience he had participated it in as well, in a manner of speaking.

“You are lucky I have no weapons to throw at you..” Ivar replied with a dark grin before carrying on and commenting on the fact Heahmund looked a bit more flush with colour than normal. “...I take it have had your fill then, it is good to see you have more colour in your cheeks..” he teased before deciding that he was done with his bath now, as the water was starting to cool and began to pull himself out of it and he found himself surprised that he didn’t lash out as he normally would as Heahmund came into space and offered him assistance with the action. Perhaps he hadn’t because he knew that this wasn’t being done out of pity for the fact Ivar was a cripple.

Or maybe that subconsciously wanted Heahmund’s hands would be on him. Just the thought of having Heahmund’s hands on him though sent a shiver of want through Ivar which he chose to ignore for now as best he could and let Heahmund help him out of the bath before carrying him bridal style, like a maiden one he’d dried himself off enough with a large cloth, which was a lot softer than ones he used in Kattegat.

“I find myself glad then, but I cannot help but feel throwing things is your way of showing affection and yes I did, thank you for noticing, you did taste truly divine...” Heahmund replied back in the same teasing manner finding himself a lot more at ease now around Ivar. He was thankful that his intrusion hadn’t been seen as an offence to Ivar, he knew that privacy was something he should respect but he had a feeling that since he had made a blood pact and oath with Ivar, that made whatever this was - more than just an ordinary partnership and as such normal things like that didn’t apply. When he saw that Ivar was moving his form into a position to pull himself out of the bath he didn’t want to insult the younger by offering to help him, but at the same time it was an ideal time to touch Ivar and feel him, such an opportunity was something he didn’t want to miss.

Heahmund was pleasantly surprised to find that Ivar didn’t react badly to his offer of helping and he found himself uncaring that his expensive attire would perhaps be ruined as he handed Ivar a towel, that the younger used to dry himself with roughly before he with ease lifted and carried Ivar from the bathroom and onto the bed, before placing him down on it and finding himself unable to let the other go as he should do. But instead, Heahmund found himself instinctively closing the space between them both and intimately brushing his lips against Ivar’s own and chuckling at the words that came from those alluring lips of his.

Ivar found all of this very surreal and when he realised that Heahmund had placed him on the bed but hadn’t yet let go of him, his piercing blue eyes met startling red ones and he found himself suddenly feeling a little bit light headed as Heahmund lowered his head and brushed his lips against his own causing a shiver of desire to go through him once again and on instinct he chose to make a comment that would no doubt cause a reaction within the other. “Do you perhaps want me Heahmund? I do not blame you, I am indeed a force to be reckoned with...” he said murmured against Heahmund’s lips.

“I wanted you the moment I saw you brought upon this vessel..” Heahmund replied as he let go of Ivar finally and ripped away the towel that was covering Ivar’s well defined and beautifully carved body, exposing it to the coolness of the cabin as the other’s skin responded with goose-pimpling, and he let his hands wander and caress as he pulled Ivar into a deep, hungry kiss that the younger responded beautifully too, before he with a growl pulled away to nuzzle and lick at that delicious neck that was now exposed to him. He would not bite or claim Ivar of course, but the smell of Ivar it was divine, like the finest wine.

“Your blood it sings to me, ever since we made that oath..” Heahmund added as his face shifted and he felt Ivar’s hands guide him away from his neck as he shifted into his true guise and saw that he was being looked at with, awe and desire. Before being pulled into a kiss, this time with Ivar taking control...

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Heavar Dracula AU

So I might have mentioned in the previous mood board for this ship that I posted about some items in the same layout. Well, here they are. These are character based ones inspired by a certain word and I love the aesthetics for both of them.

I think it fits both of them in my current AU verse. =3

#dracula au #heavar #ivar x heahmund #dracula heahmund #ivar the boneless #dracula mood board #vikings ivar

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003. Part 4

Words: 2,590 Tags: Heavar, Dracula AU, Dracula!Heahmund, Viking!Ivar, Violence, Mature Themes, Drama, Suspense, Angst, Slow Burn Summary: Heamund asks something of Ivar and gets a little more insight into how his mind works and Ivar realizes what kind of creature Heahmund actually is.

Author’s Note: Like the last part. This has not been beta read yet, changes will be added when it has been, thankfully my beta is back this weekend and as such any changes will be added forthwith.

It felt good to know that even in lands further away from his homeland and its neighboring countries that his reputation was known - it meant that all of what he had done had not been without purpose and hadn’t gone unnoticed. Perhaps this was a chance given to him by the gods - to help him become more well known and remembered in history as the most famous Viking, whose name was murmured on the mouths of all. From what the other had told him this ship was headed to London and it would seem that was the reason why Alexander was on here, things made a little more sense now.

But he still hadn’t figured out just what this man was. Clearly, Alexander was not human, which meant he was something else. But what? The question posed to him though pulled him back from his thoughts and he gazed at the other heatedly.

“I would have prolonged your suffering and hers, by locking you up both in the same cell just out of reach of each other and feeding the both of you with a slow, acting poison that slowly eats the insides of the person and causes considerable pain..” Ivar paused and let out a chuckle at seeing the aura of Alexander become dark and threatening and continued nevertheless, the other wanted to know and he would give it.

"Naturally you would have been given you less poison compared to your wife so you would not suffer too terribly physically. The best way is to mentally break someone and I feel for you in particular and indeed a great many seeing someone you love dying slowly and being powerless to stop it. That works well and is a powerful motivator, because in that instance if I had told you there was a way to save her even if it meant adhering to my demands - would you have done so..?” he asked and he was genuinely curious to see if his suspicions were correct and that in that scenario, Heahmund would say yes.

The detachment in Ivar’s voice when he spoke was something that Heahmund found attractive especially as he explained how he would have gone about it and the more the northerner spoke he came to see that Ivar was indeed a brilliant strategist and clearly Ivar lived up to his reputation for being just that. And he could clearly visualize it. Had they The Order done something like what Ivar had suggested, he would of course given in to their demands of him, if it meant saving his wife. But just remembering that moment happening had instinctively caused his calm aura to turn in a seething malevolent one. Unsurprisingly Ivar had merely chuckled seemingly unphased by this sudden change, this young Viking was fearless it would seem.

And there was also a level of cruelty and malice within this young man Heamund had decided and he was thankful for being given a small glimpse into how Ivar's mind worked. To see what he was truly capable of, truly that was just as intoxicating as the fading scent of blood that still lingered on Ivar. And it felt wrong to feel such a thing about this especially when it was to do with his wife but nonetheless, he gave his response and was truthful about it.

“Yes, I would have, it is good then that they are not you and I instead have you on my side..” Heamund replied and he didn't miss the grin on Ivar's face hearing his response. He seemed pleased and he took that as a positive sign. However though after their conversation, he felt tired and took the moment of quiet that had fallen between the both of them to rest his head against the wall of the cabin and spoke once again, in a quieter but nevertheless very appealing tone. “I am suddenly quite tired and overcome with hunger, I fear I missed dinner in all of the excitement, of you being brought aboard..”

Ivar had become a little more comfortable in the presence of this unnatural being he had met and it seemed the other creature felt the same as well, he was in no danger here. This feeling was something like he was familiar with, back in Kattegat he had loyal men and bodyguards who were with him at all times - because he was a cripple, they were ones he too was comfortable to be around, but even then he never showed a sign of weakness. And as such there was never a true camaraderie between them or with anyone in particular - the only one perhaps was the blonde slave girl Freydris.

But he pushed thoughts of her aside, instead choosing to focus on the here and now. He also didn't think any less of Heahmund when he said he would have given in. Love did strange things to everyone and it was something he had avoided because that too was a weakness. A small amount of guilt went through him hearing that Alexander had missed dinner and that it was his fault to some degree he decided to be courteous and pay the creature, man or whatever he was back and he would share his food for now. His companion had been forthcoming and truthful.

There was certainly more of the creature’s past that was being held back though and he intended to wrangle that out of Alexander. “Here you can have some chicken.,” Ivar said to him before holding him out a fresh, cooked chicken leg.

Heahmund glanced at the proffered chicken leg and was a little thrown off by the sudden change in Ivar’s demeanor but nevertheless, he took it and although he wasn’t one to usually eat with his hands - he would make an exception in this case. And maybe perhaps this was some sort of test or something else? He was also very much aware of Ivar’s gaze and that look of curiosity that was visible on the handsome face of Ivar, he was very hard to read.

“My thanks, that is kind of you..” Heahmund replied as he took it and bit into it in a none too graceful manner making him which went to show that he was a lot hungrier than normal which was strange. And even if food such as this chicken, Ivar had shared with him would not sustain him for long, it would nevertheless calm his need and want for something more filling.

“It is no bother, the food will spoil if it not eaten. You said earlier you were known as something else, am I to believe that Alexander is not your real name? If we are to become allies, and I agree to help you - I at least want to know just who and what you are..” Ivar asked deciding he wanted to know more and was still a little troubled about he was missing information that would clarify all of whatever this was. He never liked unknowns and it was vexing that he could not figure out himself what it was. He should have perhaps listened to the stories his beautiful mother had read to him or looked into them further but he hadn’t and he regretted that he hadn't now.

She had been so very fond of those stories and he smiled softly at the memory of it, his interest though had been focused on the gods. But at the same time, Kattegat didn’t have stacks of tomes or even a place to store them. He had already come to the decision he would help this Alexander - or whatever his name was but he still wanted to know more, such a ruse would give him just that. And so he patiently waited for the other’s reply and was pleased to hear more truths and a little more of this creatures history.

“I am known as Vlad Tepes, but I prefer to be called Heahmund. The Order is not familiar with that name nor the name Alexander, it is crucial for me to be hidden in plain sight and to not draw too much attention to myself.,” he replied in-between bites of the chicken. Perhaps he was being open because he already knew that Ivar would help him and that being truthful about everything would only strengthen things between them. He got the distinct feeling that Ivar was someone who seemed to hold truth and honesty in high regard, wise for one so young indeed. Perhaps that was due to his upbringing or maybe due to something that had inexplicably changed the other. Ivar was still a mystery to Heahmund, just what lay underneath all those layers?

“Heahmund yes that is a good name, it is very fitting. I agree to help you but you must promise to let me be free to go about it as I see fit yes? I will make London know to fear and remember Ivar the Boneless…” Ivar said with a grin as he threw the throwing knife into the air and caught it elegantly before throwing it and letting out a laugh of delight as it dug into the walls of the first class cabin and threw several more, in quick succession. Not caring that perhaps the cabin next to his would be disturbed by the sound of knives thudding into the wall. And so he decided that a blood oath would suffice with Heahmund to solidify their agreement.

There it was again that sudden change in Ivar’s demeanor and there didn’t seem to be a pattern to it, it was as volatile and ever-changing as the raging storms that plagued both the land and seas, such a powerful thing to have as his own. Whatever Ivar had planned, he had a feeling that it would be something truly diabolical. London however if stories were to be believed, had a darker side to it which they could use to their advantage if that were the case. And since Ivar had agreed to help him, he decided to return the favor.

“I am willing to help you in whatever way you so need when you ready to exact the revenge I know you will eventually seek to bring to those who just like me, wronged you. We are alike in that regard -” he broke off his sentence though as Ivar had used one of his knives to cut his hand to make it bleed and motioned for Heahmund to give him his own and he did shakily and made no sound of pain of his hand was cut and they shook upon it all. But during that touch, he could feel his body greedily taking in the blood from Ivar’s cut into his own. And he on instinct took Ivar’s hand and licked where he had done the cut and watched as the skin healed before glancing up to see Ivar’s beautiful blue eyes dark and twinkling with happiness and something much more primal.

Ivar felt a shiver of desire go through him as Heahmund’s tongue licked his hand, clearly the other had a thing for blood and he blinked and glanced down at his now uninjured hand, it had healed. He had heard stories, of such a thing occurring from his mother. There were creatures that needed to survive on blood and it suddenly struck him that Heahmund was one of those but for him to have curative powers that he didn’t expect but he felt excited at the prospect. Perhaps he could utilize whatever Heamund had in other ways. Even if it meant drinking it.

“It is good that I chose to do a blood pact with you Heahmund, it is more intimate and meaningful contract.,” Ivar said with a grin as he crawled in his elegant sinuous manner to get his crutches before shifting his body into a position that would allow him to use them both and with movements that could only come from a lot of practice, Ivar managed to make his way over to the wall where his knives were embedded and pulled them all out before slipping them back into his hidden pockets, all except one which he twirled effortlessly as he spoke one more. “Such an agreement cannot be broken, it is a true oath of loyalty and assures me that you will be true to your word. You will be true to us yes?” he asked Heahmund once again, wanting to clarify and confirm there was no leaving this agreement.

Heahmund didn’t quite hear what Ivar was saying, the young northerners blood was unlike anything he had tasted before, chaos and death swam on his palate and it was a heady combination that he found he wanted more of - but he would hold himself back at least for the time being. Now wasn’t the time to give into bloodlust especially so soon after having managed to secure a partner of sorts for his machinations. One that would turn the tide in his favor. And it was very smart of Ivar to do it in this manner. He silently applauded Ivar.

“A blood pact is something not many would be willing to do, but yes I will be true to you and our agreement. You have my word and I swear my oath to you is true. Loyalty means everything to me and I can see the same goes for you as well.” Heahmund replied his gaze wandering to the figure of Ivar once more. It was incredibly hard to not look at the other, he was attractive and had a magnetism to his aura that demanded you give him all of your attention and drew you in..

Ivar smiled at hearing Heahmund’s would keep his word slid his knife into one of the many pockets hidden within his pants before he placed the crutch down next resting against the cabin wall before he inelegantly flopped onto the bed. He naturally was aware of Heahmund’s eyes upon him, but that had always been the case for his entire life. Over the years he had been looked at, be it from pity and admiration to lust and desire, although those latter things weren’t of much import to him - for some reason, he felt differently know. Just why was that exactly? This was very much unlike him. Perhaps there was something about in close proximity to this Heahmund was the reason? Whatever it was Ivar was pleased to have discovered what sort of being was currently in his cabin and one who had sought him out willingly.

It was clear as day that blood was most likely what kept the other going, he couldn’t quite figure out what the name for such a creature was but Heahmund was certainly old, ancient and powerful and he was all too aware that, such a being was just as dangerous and deadly as he was - just un a different way entirely. And yet it was curious he could eat normal food if the chicken was anything to go by earlier. But that made sense because perhaps there was a time in Heahmund’s life when he wasn’t the creature he was today. Was it maybe the Order who were responsible for such a thing? There were still so many unknowns about the other, and he hoped to garner more in time.

If it was The Order who was responsible he could understand the need and want the other felt to seek his revenge and bring them down. And if that meant making London run red with blood, well that was something he was comfortable with. But until he had a rough idea of the terrain and the people, he wouldn’t be able to come up with a brilliant plan. That would take time and so he decided to ask more about where they were headed.

“So you tell me this ship is headed to London..?” Ivar asked deciding to break the comfortable silence and try to wrangle more information on their destination. “If that is in England, then my ancestors used to pillage and raid those lands. Although I imagine a lot has changed since then...” he said with a chuckle as he decided he was too warm and began to unfasten his leather chest armor. There would be no need for it right now, in this cabin it was unlikely that someone would come in and threaten the both of them and he rolled his shoulders and let out a groan as the crack of tension between his bones released and pulled of his shirt too, revealing an upper body that was shaped with perfect musculature and lovely, strong arms as he leaned back and was curious to see just what effect it would have on his new companion and partner.

But truthfully the cabin was getting a little warm and this was the easiest way to cool down, even just a little.

#fiction #novella #heavar #ivar x heahmund #dracula au #dracula heahmund #vikings au #bishop heahmund #ivar the boneless

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003. Part 1

Words: 3,165 Tags: Heavar, Dracula AU, Dracula!Heahmund, Viking!Ivar, Violence, Mature Themes, Drama, Suspense, Angst (these tags are subject to change) Summary: Ivar deals with some of Bjorn's scouts in his usual manner and Heamund makes a decision to make a trip to London to plan his revenge.

Authors Note: So its finally begun. I want to thank @skylessnights for helping inspire me to write your AU verse into a novella. This is for you, myself and all of the Haevar fandom.

This will be updated a little slower than 002. but rest assured it will be worked on just as much, as previously written works. Heamund’s part isn’t as long as Ivar’s but I think as this progresses that will change.

Ivar smirked and twirled one of his small daggers with an artful grace as he sat back, resting against the wall as he gazed up at the stars - pausing his fluid movements with the dagger to allow himself to enjoy this moment of quiet. Today had been exhilarating and he was confident that his city was protected for a while and that no raids would be attempted. He was very aware that he was both feared and revered almost similar to how his father Ragnar Lothbrok had been. Unlike his brothers, who had all but left him to his own devices. Ivar knew he was the most like his father in many respects, and no doubt his father was in Valhalla with the gods and all those who died gloriously in battle.

Ivar hoped his father would be proud of what he had accomplished. He would continue to carry on his father's legacy, and his reputation as a fearsome warrior and brilliant strategist was something that set him apart. He sneered at the thought of Lagertha, that bitch who had killed his Mother out of jealousy and whom he had avenged. She was in Hel, where that bitch belonged. The Gods had seen to it, the Seer had told him so.

Yesterday, a neighboring country that his eldest brother Bjorn had settled in, had sent some scouts in an attempt to map the land and get an update on the changes that had taken place to fortify Kattegat from invaders. However, Ivar's men had found a solitary longboat, badly hidden in what was a rush, during their daily patrols and as such, the hunt began to find the scouting party. Ivar had led them of course, riding his chariot gleefully and chasing the men down, wearing them down before their capture and bringing them back to the capital for punishment and to make an example of them. He would keep making examples of them until the message fully sunk in.

It wasn't uncommon of course, Kattegat had become a great city now, successful and thriving so it was only natural for invaders to want to claim it as theirs. But Kattegat was his - and he would not let it go. He would end the existence of anyone who tried. Over the years, even though he was still incredibly young - he had become famous throughout the lands. Even if he was essentially a "cripple" - he had been born with a defect that made it nigh impossible for to him to use his legs like others could. Instead, he had used them as weapons, wielding them with a ferocity - his legs gave him an advantage, his enemies would not see a cripple as a threat, especially those who didn't know who he was.

However, it had been a rough childhood for Ivar, but he had grown strong because of it. He had always been clever from a young age, always watching and planning, figuring out a way to fashion something that would help him make use of his legs. It hadn't been too difficult to make, but it had taken a few attempts before he had finally succeeded in making himself crutches that he could use, Of course, he had allies who would assist him, should the need arise, but it was rare that he had to ask for their assistance.

He let out an amused chuckle, eyes burning with something manic as he reminisced on the fact he had the day before, in front of all Kattegat, decided to send a message, leaving just one survivor and slaughtering the rest and forcing the lone aggressor to watch it all.

"You come here to think you can take Kattegat away from me..?" Ivar asked with a tilt of his head, a manic look clearly visible on his handsome face, which only served to heighten his attractiveness. "To prey on my people and stalk my home..?" he continued, prowling around the three men in a deadly manner, even though he was using crutches and fastenings on his legs. His captives shifted uncomfortably; they were prey now.

One of them shook his head, fear, and panic clear on his face, the stress of the situation clearly starting to affect him. These men weren’t stupid they knew that Ivar the Boneless had a reputation, one that made him feared and admired across the land. This formidable reputation was seen by many as a challenge, one that you would likely end up losing your life to, but should someone have succeeded... Well, that was something only a brave few had attempted. They had quickly met their demise.

"No, no you misunderstood...this was all a mistake, we didn't - " Ivar interrupted the man by grabbing a nearby axe that and effortlessly throwing it with an accuracy that could only come from someone who has tirelessly trained and was adept in this particular skill. The axe landed between the man's eyes, cleaving his skull and face in half from the sheer force at which it was thrown. The body of the now dead man fell to the floor with a loud thud, causing the crowd that was cheering a moment earlier, baying for blood, to fall into a revered silence.

"I do not like those who lie to me...." Ivar drawled in a bored voice before turning his focus onto the two other men that were left and narrowing the distance between the two remaining men he'd taken captive. Both men looked terrified and panicked. They were now only realizing just how much danger they were in like many had done in the past when being confronted one such as Ivar.

"We are all equals here, are we not?.." he said, his voice taking on a curious tone as he paused to glance around the room, garnering a few nods and mutterings of approval before continuing on.

"Surely you can speak to me without telling lies? Unless you want to meet the same fate as your dear friend.." he said with a devilish smirk as he pulled the axe out of the man's head and licked the edge of it manically, letting his eyes fall closed as he savoured it and opening his eyes and held the gaze of the dark-haired captive, grinning wildly. With a bloody smile and a hypnotic gaze, he used the axe to point at the man, pulling the prisoner from the moment that had occurred between them.

Ivar then turned his attention to the corpse and poked at it in with one of his crutches, in an uncaring and disrespectful manner, nudging it harshly and causing the corpse to turn over, so that it was facing outwards, visible for all to see. He was met again with silence from both the audience watching him, the people of Kattegat and the prisoners.

"Have you lost the ability to speak? Did someone cut out your tongues?" Ivar asked of them, a sort of dark amusement clearly audible in the tone of his voice as he continued on, his attention now focused on the blond man, who was reasonably attractive in some way. Ivar paid no attention to that thought, he needed to find out who had sent these men. "Do I need to cut out your friend's tongue? Clearly, he had no use for it..." He drawled, trailing off and slowly taking a knife out from the myriad of places that he hid them in his leather pants. He was interrupted by the other man, the one with dark hair.

"Please don't do that. I'll tell you what you want to know. We were sent by Bjorn, in retaliation for his mother's passing - we are merely scouts trying to get a scope of the area...."

At hearing the mention of his step-brother he let out a laugh and reached out to gently pat the dark-haired man's cheek in a parody of kindness, as Ivar's stunning blue eyes took in the man knelt in front of him, hands tied behind his back. This man had spoken truthfully even though it had taken a little longer then he would have liked, regardless he would reward this man. The fool his brother had sent to his demise.

"Then you will return to my brother with a message yes..?" he asked tilting his head as those eyes continued to appraise the man in front of him, who only nodded. Grateful it seemed that he had been allowed to live, thanks to Ivar's benevolence of course.

"Very good then we are in agreement.." Ivar said happily before deciding that he had no use for the other man, his co-conspirator had given him all the information he needed and well Ivar needed his reputation to stay true to his ideals. And with the same deadly grace as earlier he took out a long knife from, somewhere within his leather pants, with its multitude of hidden pockets and slit the throat of the other and watched as the man bled to death in a detached and calm manner before glancing around and seeing that the crowd that gathered were enraptured. But there was fear also clearly visible on the faces of many in the crowd but Ivar didn't think too much about that. It was always the way when events such as this took place.

"You will be my messenger, and I will make sure that Bjorn does not make another attempt such as this one.." was all Ivar told the now lone survivor of the scouting party that was taken by two men and led outside, with Ivar following after them still deadly and powerful with his movements, on this crutches and the crowd of townsfolk followed after him. And he had his men place the man, laid down flat on a stone table - one designed by Ivar and was made from stone. Unlike wood, it was easier to clean. And it became increasingly clear that from the darken bloodied stains on the stone, was an indication that something truly horrifying was about to happen and the dark haired man, panicked now looked at Ivar imploringly, silently asking to be given a reprieve and struggled fruitlessly.

"Don't worry I don't plan on killing you.." Ivar said with a smile that turned into a smirk as he had his men hold the man down as he cut away the man's leathers - leaving him with the canvas of skin that would be used to hold his message. He could still hear the screams and anguish of that man as with one of his more specialist and sharper knives, wrote the message into the man's skin, but carving each letter into the skin. It was fortunate for Bjorn's surviving scout that Ivar was well practiced in this art and as such would make sure that the man would survive long enough to give Bjorn the message - which simply said:

Come here then, face me alone, let us see if you are capable of doing something so callous as murdering your family. You would become like me then no? And how dear Lagetha would be upset at knowing that you become what she so hated?

His brother's love for his Mother was something that Ivar would use and it would for the time being make his brother disregard the notion of revenge. He had lived with all of his brothers when he was younger and had seen all of their weaknesses as well as their strengths and he used all of this to his advantage. Ragnar had always told him to learn as much as he could, about everything and anything. Knowledge was power and that learning to use his anger intelligently would guarantee that one day the whole world would fear him. And he liked the sound of that - to be feared and known throughout the world.

With that happy thought, he got up with the help of his crutches and decided that it was time for him to join the feast, that the people of Kattegat had done in celebration of his success. He was very aware there was a tenuous balance between him and his people but as long as he succeeded in the endeavors of his people and looking after them, all was well. He would enjoy himself and revel in the celebratory feast tonight, for who knew what tomorrow would bring.

Meanwhile, in a land far away from the shores of Denmark, a handsome man sat quietly in his castle - its beautiful architecture and decor and the gothic style he was particularly fond of. On the table, laid out in front him was a pretty looking brunette clad in nothing but a white cotton dress, shivering from the cold and unable to move. This decadent virgin had been given to him as a gift, the village near his castle respected him. He gave them protection and because of that, it had flourished. Sometimes they would gift him with young boys but Heamund was careful to make sure that - he only took what as needed. He could control his thirst and hunger - he had after all been around for a very long time.

"My dear..you are truly something sublime... I will enjoy partaking of your flesh and your blood.." he said his handsome face shifting into his vampire one before he got up gracefully and carefully slid his hand under the young, girls body allowing him to lift her up and ensuring that her eyes were kept firmly on him.

"Come close your eyes and let be gather you in my sweet embrace.." he murmured and the young girl under his thrall, succumbed to his request and as her eyes closed, his handsome face shifted into a much more monstrous one. And with a groan, he leaned in and his sharp fangs pierced the delicate skin that protected her jugular and he let out a loud moan of pleasure as he drank from her and took this moment to reach up and squeeze her breasts as he did so. So soft and nubile was this virgin. when he was done with her - gently carried her towards the large open fire that was burning in the outer courtyard and illuminating the architecture beautifully.

When her body was given to the fire, he looked up at the sky and let out a sigh. It would not be enough to help him survive the journey to the port but nevertheless, his thirst and hunger would be quenched for a short time. There was no shortage of those willing to give their life to him - but he led a lonely existence, with the death of his wife and the betrayal of the order he was once a part of. He had sequestered himself away and mourned for the loss of his beloved.

Heahmund had been around for centuries since then, the name he was born with was Vlad Dracul and yet he never forgot about what they did and yet he was no closer to finding a way to challenge and take down the order. He would continue to search through, the order still survived. Heamund made plans of his own, ensuring that he had several residences scattered across the world - places he could stay, should the need arise. Even now he was sure that the Order kept a watch of his movements. He had to leave his castle, on many occasions to feed and see how indeed his land and world had changed. There had been great advancements in science and medicine within Europe and it would seem London was the very forefront of it.

That caught his interest, how fascinating all the changes in this modern world were. Not surprisingly he had a residence there which he had bought a long time ago, one which was looked after and maintained by one of his most loyal servants - a creature of the night he had sired. So he had made the decision he would go to this London and see if perhaps there - he could find something to sate his thirst for revenge.

There was something else that had caught his attention though. Over the years he had heard of many stories from the Northern reaches of Europe, a land that was filled with a lot of war and chaos, and that within them, there were a few rare individuals who showed great skill and the strategy of both planning and carrying out attacks with such a ferocity that he couldn't help but admire. There was one, in particular, one in Denmark who was notoriously vicious and bloodthirsty and seemed to truly revel in the violence of it all. Whomever that was, he hoped he would one day come across him.

Heahmund was also very aware of everything that happened in his land and indeed the entire county of Romania. The comings and goings within his land were something he had focused a lot of his time on, it was a good distraction and told him a lot about how the country as a whole was fairing. When he had learned that in a few days there would be a boat what headed for London that would dock for a day before making a few more stops at various countries before eventually reaching the destination it was bound for. This was the moment he had been waiting for and Heamund would be sure not to miss this opportunity.

He planned to be on that boat and had already packed everything he would need for the long journey. It would not be a pleasant trip, boats were something he was fond of but he had managed to acquire a first-class cabin for himself. He would have to take care during these travels though, he could control his appetite and go for a long amount of time without needing to feed and drink on blood - which was the key to his longevity, the last thing he wanted to was raise suspicion and attract unwanted attention. He would make sure to fully sate himself during the time it would take to reach the port and that would help make it a little easier.

The sun would rise shortly and he pulled his gaze away from the sky which was becoming to bleed with red signalling the onset of sunrise and so he made his way back into the dark, depths of his beautiful castle and to his coffin - where he would sleep the day and when night came he would hunt and then travel once more. His aversion and weakness to the sun was something that he couldn't quite cure but that was another reason why he had decided to go to London. If he could walk in the daylight then it would give him a far greater advantage in his retribution against those who wronged him and his family.

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003. Part 2

Words: 2,227 Tags: Heavar, Dracula AU, Dracula!Heahmund, Viking!Ivar, Violence, Mature Themes, Drama, Suspense, Angst Summary: Ivar joins in the celebratory feast unbeknownst to him that the people of Kattegat have come up with a plan to oust him, Heahmund notices a lot of commotion on the shore and decides to investigate what or who is brought on board...

Authors Note: The next part won’t be as quick, the only reason this is up so soon was because it was written up to this point. But I made some pretty mood boards help give us that nice feel for this part. I would have used theTitanic as the ship they are on but we all know what happened to that, it sunk.. Therefore I feel the RMS Oceanic was a better fit.

The inhabitants of Kattegat had come to a unanimous decision, something which was not been easy for them to come to and with events recently becoming more restless and Ivar's seemingly endless thirst for battle and death - they were weary and tired of it. Yes, it was true that Ivar gave them protection and ruled them in a way that had been similar to Ragnar's except his heir was a lot more unhinged and prone to violent tendencies. It was a shame that Ivar had lost his mother because she had been his entire world and was the only one capable of understanding the cripple, that currently ruled over them as Jarl.

But there was the worry with everyone that what if one day Ivar pushed too far, what if his actions brought about the demise of Kattegat - what then would happen to the legacy left by Ragnar to the rest of his family. All of whom except Ivar now resided within. So they planned to hold a feast, the next time Ivar was victorious and many had felt ill seeing what Ivar had done to one of Bjorn's men - the only survivor and sent back. And what was distressing to a lot as well, that at during that moment Ivar looked as if he was at peace.

And so they have made lots of food and plenty of ale and mead for Ivar, which was laced with heavy sleeping medicine and apparently would render even the largest unconscious for a long period of time. And the plan had been already put in motion as Ivar mad his way to the head of the table, using his crutches to help him as he bowed in a playful manner at the cheers they gave him.

It felt nice knowing that the people of Kattegat, his people were celebrating yet again for Ivar and his success in keeping them protected and safe. There was a want for more to go out there into the world and see what there was, but right now Ivar would focus his attention on this lands and the neighboring ones surrounding him. He couldn't remember how much he drank or ate, but it would have been rude of him not to refuse what was offered to him. Tribute in ale and food, he had no real desire for physical relations, those he had tried in the past had not been fruitful for either party and honestly, it was a distraction that Ivar wasn't keen on nor held an interest in.

But as the night grew later and he became more intoxicated, he had accepted the touching of various women and men as he made his way towards his room, where he would sleep and suddenly he felt rather dizzy and light-headed and found himself being guided by a blonde, slave woman who looked at him in a way very similar his Mother had and he reached out to touch her, mumbling his Mother's name before unconsciousness claimed him and the girl barely managed to catch Ivar and with the assistance of a few other girls place him onto his bed, before quickly packing various things Ivar would need - his weapons and knives were wrapped in leathers and tied together tightly, along with his crutches and enough food and money to last him a while perhaps a week or so at the most.

Freydris looked at the sleeping figure of Ivar and he was very lovely on the eyes, and in sleep he looked innocent and carefree like he didn't hate the world and everyone for taking his mother away and she wondered how he would feel - when he realised everyone in Kattegat had betrayed him and cast him out. But there was no other option - it had been decided and there was no going back now. She only hoped that Ivar would perhaps forgive them in time and understand that they respected and revered him - but feared him. He needed to go out and see more of the world, it would do him good. She just hoped that Ivar's anger wouldn't come back to cause their demise.

It had been a little difficult maneuvering Ivar's unconscious form for he was well built, compact and vicious predator that was currently as harmless as a kitten. In the end, they had used a cart covered in soft hay as he was gently laid down reverently into it, by Ivar's own men and a quiet stillness fell over the settlement as the cart was pulled through it by a large, black gelding. And many people within the settlement followed it as it made its way through, passing homes, a smithy, and various stalls, much like you would a funeral procession as it continued on down towards the harbor.

They had dealt with those from further ashore, Ivar had been surprisingly welcoming to those who were new to these lands and sought to make alliances with as many as possible, as well as broker deals and shipping routes. So the fact the large boat was currently docked in their harbor hadn't given their soon to be exiled leader a reason to worry or be suspicious. Merchants traded their wares and peddled as needed and as long as they didn't cause any strife or grief with Ragnar's son - then peace remained.

Paying for the ship to willingly take Ivar though had not come cheap but thankfully with how successful Kattegat had become the price hadn't been an issue and it was all of those within the town that had paid towards it. He was guaranteed to be looked after of course, many were aware of just who Ivar the Boneless was and it was sad, almost melancholic as Ivar and his possessions (various weapons, knives, his crutches, food, and water) were loaded onto a small boat that would take the slumbering Ivar to the larger boat, anchored a little further out.

"May the gods guide and protect you.." Freydris said quietly asking the gods to keep Ivar safe. And once the small boat was some distance away everyone made their way back to their homes - they were leaderless now and in Ivar's second-in-command would take over. But it was for the good of everyone, that was they had all agreed upon and that decision would make sure to ensure the reckoning that would come upon them would be vast.

Heahmund's trip from his castle to the main city and port of Romania had taken a little bit longer due to some unforeseen circumstances, a recent storm had felled some trees but luckily the local people were helpful in ensuring that the way was cleared for him and they were paid handsomely for doing so. He was known through the land for being a protector and if it meant a few girls and boys had to go missing, well that was worth the cost of ensuring that they were protected from the war that was going around in the surrounding countries - and as yet had not touched their land.

He had fed several times on the way and had made sure to have the servants that accompanied him dispose of them appropriately. That had ensured that upon arriving at the harbor of the capital he wouldn't need to linger too long and had made his way onto the very large and impressive boat, he had a cabin of course. It was a newly designed steam and sail ship the RMS Oceanic. Naturally he of course had taken and booked a first class cabin booked under the name "Alexander Greyson" for the entirety of the trip to London and it had been a rather smooth and pleasant sailing - there had been a few days of going through rough, rather violent turbulent seas but the boat had nonetheless carried on and was now docked in the coast, some way from a certain city of Denmark which had caught his interest.

The other guests on the ships had talked animatedly and excitedly, the countries of Denmark and Norway were apparently filled with bloody battles, and warring families and nations but there was a particular name that Heahmund had become fascinated with. "Ivar the Boneless" was certainly a name you couldn't easily forget and apparently the large settlement they were anchored near was apparently protected and ruled over by said man. Who despite being a cripple and unable to use his legs properly had made a name for himself at such a young age - but also a fearsome reputation as having never lost any battles, due to his faultless strategies and remarkable mind. That was something Heamund truly admired.

He was out on the top deck taking a stroll when in the fading light of the sunset that lit the hills and mountains of Kattegat beautifully he noticed that it seemed like perhaps the entire populace of this town watched as a boat made its way from their shore and towards the ship. Someone of great importance could only warrant such a farewell and for the first time in two centuries, he felt something stir inside his cold heart. And so he made his way towards the lower decks and watched from the sanctuary of the shadows as whoever it was brought on board.

The men rowing the boat were clearly uneasy and nervous, being mindful to not disturb the slumbering figure of someone who could quite easily and happily slaughter them if he was woken up, but it seemed whatever he had been given, had rendered the young northerner unconscious. The townsfolk had paid handsomely though and the captain had immediately agreed even though it would perhaps cause some strife and grief among the passengers, should it be found out just who was on board. Ivar would be given a cabin of his own in first class, but they had brought the young man on board during the time when everyone would be eating in the dining area and as such, they could do it quietly and with minimal fuss.

Heahmund's gaze fell on the slumbering figure of Ivar, apparently this was indeed the young man himself and he was struck with the realisation that this northerner had a beauty unlike anything he'd seen and his scent, it smelled divine like blood and death, it seemed to emanate from the young man's aura and he was surprised also to see that Ivar didn't come empty handed - that was a lot of weapons for one man, clearly the northerners were very different than others.

Ivar the Boneless had a lot of stuff that came with him and the captain frowned a little at the fact he seemed to have been given nothing short of a small armoury, wrapped in leathers thankfully, but also numerous weapons, and his crutches - along with a small chest filled with leather bags no doubt filled with currency, and local food. It had taken one of his strongest and well able strong man to carry the crippled northerner, as well as several more to carry all Ivar's possessions to the cabin they had reserved for him, that the townsfolk had paid for. And they quietly left their latest guest in his cabin along with all his belongings.

Heahmund had followed silently after the ship's crew, he knew the layout of its interior intimately having stalked and navigated them many a dark night and once the crew had left Ivar's cabin he soundlessly slipped into there and took a long moment to let his gaze wander over the unconscious form and as he neared the bed he inhaled that scent he had smelt earlier, but it was stronger this time and headier. There the delicious scent of blood also that was still somewhat dried now, but still relatively recent and it made him lick his lips, as he felt the hunger rising and it seemed to emanate from Ivar himself, it would seem that whatever the other had done recently - it was bloody and he tried to imagine what it could have been.

No wonder he had felt intoxicated and hungry. His hands traced those leather pant clad legs and a wicked smirk graced Heahmund's handsome face as he came to realize that with those leather pants were purposefully designed small pockets, scattered and hidden within the material. Each pocket crafted in such a way to enable them to hold something small and sharp and indeed in each one were, small deadly knives a multitude of them littered throughout the pants.

It would seem this young northerner was very much a predator hiding in plain sight just like he was and to another being like that, even it was a human - that was truly rare indeed. He had been blessed and he came to the decision to unfasten the straps used to tie the lower half of Ivar's legs, for some reason he wanted to see the young man whole. And seeing him splayed out and dead to the world, yet even in the depths of his drugged slumber, this Ivar was a vision and one he would take his time with, his gaze appreciative and hungry. He would remain here until the other returned to waking world and the quiet murmur of distress caused Heahmund to wonder just what exactly, Ivar was dreaming of - or indeed whom. Perhaps he could slip into those dreams and coerce Ivar the Boneless to his cause.

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