#fluffy ivar

[nothingtolosebutweight]

| Title: Little Goatie | Pairing: Ivar x Heahmund | Words: ~2000 🙈 [AO3] |Summary: Heahmund has a present for Ivar that he considers very questionable at first. Only when he takes a closer look at it does it bore deeply into his heart. | Warnings: None - It's just fluff with a bit of humor. | Notes: My participation for the Norse Tales for Winter Challenge:) It is dedicated to @vaire-gwir. I hope this little story will serve you as a plushie on your long journey home. One day we'll find you a real one that's squishy enough! Until then, we have to go on many more adventures together ♥.

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The apartment door was pushed open with a swing and fell noisily back into the lock. Shoes were carelessly brushed off the feet and left on the spot in the hallway. The jacket along with the scarf followed next. They landed on one of the dressers on the way to the living room. The coat rack didn't get any attention. Ivar was in a hurry. He had no time for neatness - never, actually.

The steady sound of his crutch hitting the floor echoed through the hallway as he walked toward the first room to his right. In the doorway to the living room, Ivar stopped for a moment, peeked in, and let his gaze wander searchingly across the room. He didn't find what he was looking for, but something else made him pause for a moment, confused. With a shake of his head, he averted his gaze, as he had another matter on his mind at the moment.

"Heahmund, you still there?" he finally shouted through the apartment, hopes high that he hadn't come back too late.

"I'm in the kitchen, love," came the prompt reply, and Ivar exhaled in relief. He immediately turned and made his way into the room where his lover sat at the counter, a steaming cup and his laptop in front of him.

"Let me guess, hot milk with a hint of cinnamon?" Ivar asked without hiding his disgust at the content of the cup as he bridged the distance and came to a stop next to Heahmund.

"Yes, of course. It calms my nerves best before a trip," Heahmund said as he typed three last words in his mail before pressing the send button and finally closing his laptop completely. When Ivar was next to him, he immediately put his arm around his beloved's waist and pulled him closer.

Ivar bent down a little, at first wanting only to press his lips against his boyfriend’s temple, but Heahmund stood up and gave him a tender kiss as a welcome instead. Immediately after the kiss, Ivar wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, which made Heahmund laugh out loud. Knowing how much Ivar hated milk, he didn't take offense, but went straight for another kiss, this time on the cheek.

"I have to leave in a few minutes, unfortunately. But I'm happy you made it home in time for some goodbye kisses." Heahmund already disliked being away from Ivar for a few days, but his job, which he also liked a lot, forced him to take business trips now and then. Now, once again, he had to travel to another country for eight days straight without Ivar being able to accompany him.

"Some torture, you mean?" Ivar said with a grin, before leaning forward again, surrendering to his fate with a spark of love in his eyes. He leaned his crutch against the counter and wrapped both arms around Heahmund's neck. Their lips touched only feather-lightly, caressing each other in delicate nudges. They lingered like that for a while, enjoying their togetherness, before Heahmund broke away with a sigh and briefly stood tall to plant a kiss on Ivar's forehead.

"I should get going." Heahmund drank the last bit out of his cup and went with it to the sink to clean it directly and then dry it and put it back into the kitchen cupboard. Ivar watched the scene with a grin, but refrained from commenting.

With the laptop under his arm, Heahmund made his way to the living room, but stopped in the hallway, his eyes darting alternately to Ivar's jacket and shoes.

"Are you serious, my love? How many times..." Heahmund turned to Ivar, but was stopped mid-sentence as a finger settled on his lips.

"Shh. Save your energy. I was in a hurry. Does that count as an excuse?" 

"Actually...not, no. It would have taken you just two seconds…" Heahmund handed Ivar his laptop to hold it for a moment while he took care of what he perceived as chaos in the hallway, neatly setting Ivar's shoes aside and hanging his jacket on one of the designated hooks, scarf included.

"I can't believe it," he muttered, snapping his fingers against Ivar's temple, who had the audacity to just stand by and grin, leaning on his crutch. "You're like a savage..."

"I know," was the simple reply, which earned him an additional slap on the butt as Ivar turned around to continue his way to the living room. Once there, he placed the laptop on top of Heahmund's suitcase, knowing that he shouldn't even try to pack it himself. His boyfriend had a very precise system, which he would only destroy if he would try to help. 

With one finger Ivar pointed to the coffee table. "Why is there a goat plushie on the table?" he asked, the confusion about the little thing evident in his voice.

Heahmund turned his head to look at the little fellow and a smile appeared on his face. "I saw it at the mall and it reminded me of you...of us in a way."

The look on Ivar's face only became more confused due to this explanation. "Why is that?"

"Goats are just as stubborn as you are," Heahmund began his explanation as he tapped his index finger against Ivar's temple. "They're strong-headed, always on the go to bash each other's heads in."

"And that reminded you of me?" 

"Absolutely!"

Ivar rolled his eyes, but grinned back at Heahmund. He knew there was a pinch of truth in it. He could be damn stubborn and often got into heated arguments faster than he himself would have liked.

"And what about the us part?"

"It's more of a 'me' thing. The noise the goats make always sounds to me like they're complaining a lot..."

"Oh yes, that suits you perfectly," Ivar interrupted Heahmund directly, who in the meantime had stowed his laptop into his bag and now turned back to Ivar and headed towards him.

"See, that's why this little fellow represents us perfectly." Heahmund positioned himself behind Ivar and wrapped his arms around him, letting his chin rest on his shoulder.

"But for what reason did you bring it home? You could have brought me a real present instead. I wouldn’t have mind to get something useful." Neither of them were collectors of stuffed animals, which is why Ivar's confusion hadn't completely faded. He leaned against Heahmund, putting his hands over those of his beloved.

"It's useful!" came Heahmund to the goat's rescue. "If you miss me, you can cuddle with it," he continued and kissed Ivar on the neck shortly after, which made him shiver pleasantly.

"Why should I miss you, huh? With your constant complaining about household stuff and neatness, you're miserable to be around. You just said it yourself." He turned his head to face his beloved, his eyes and voice full of mischief.

"Because I keep you warm at night," Heahmund said with a smile and poked Ivar in the side, making him squeal.

"So I can set this thing on fire then?" This suggestion brought him another poke in the side before he laughed out and Heahmund lured him into another kiss.

With a heavy heart, Heahmund packed up the last of the odds and ends and left the apartment less than ten minutes later. Not without many more brief kisses and Ivar's promise that he wouldn't do any harm to the goat.

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Two hours later, Ivar had made himself comfortable on the couch. Cookies and tea next to him, a series on the TV, which he followed halfway attentively. The other half of his attention was on his cell phone. He was scrolling through apps at random and waiting impatiently for Heahmund to send him a message that he had arrived at his destination in one piece.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the goat plushie staring at him the whole time. Shaking his head, because he still couldn't believe that Heahmund had spent his money on such nonsense, he turned his eyes toward it.  

Half an hour later he got up to warm himself some food in the microwave. On his way back he stopped by the plushie to grab it, carrying it with him back to the couch. As he looked at it more closely, thoughtfully touching and tossing it from side to side, he noticed that there seemed to be a pushable button in each of the hooves. Curious, he got to the bottom of the matter and found a switch hidden in the belly, which he switched to on.

Immediately after pressing the front left hoof, Heahmund's voice rang out.

"Don't forget to wash the dishes, love. Things don't get cleaned up on their own." 

After a brief moment of puzzlement, Ivar began to laugh and he looked with amusement in his eyes at the little goat, which returned the stare with its lifeless beady eyes. He could clearly hear the grin that Heahmund must have had on his face during the recording, and it was beginning to rub off on him.

"What an idiot," he spoke to himself, inwardly filled with love for the man who always managed to get into his heart and to make him soft.

Curious, he pressed the next hoof.

"Don't get crumbs all over the couch, and if you do, there's an invention called a vacuum cleaner. You don't need a driver's license to operate this one."  

Again, Ivar let out a laugh, before he looked down, caught. With a quick flick of his wrist, he swept the already scattered crumbs of the cookies on the blanket to the floor. At best, these would disappear into the long fluff of the carpet, never to be seen again, without him actually having to do any housework.

With a big smile on his face, Ivar pressed the next of the two remaining ones.

"I love you just the way you are my messy little slob..." For a short moment Ivar thought that the message was already over, because he heard nothing more, until Heahmund eventually continued. "But please keep the chaos at bay anyway. I'd rather have my hands on you when I get back than in the cleaning bucket."

This message made his smile grow even bigger and his fantasies briefly went on a journey, coloring his cheeks a delicate red.

Without hesitation, he pushed the last remaining button and already a second later his heart warmed up and his eyes became watery. 

"Sleep well, my love. I will be here by your side, protecting you from anything that tries to haunt your dreams."

It was their good night ritual that had become a daily habit over the past few months. Not a day went by that Heahmund didn't whisper those sweet words in his ear as they lay in bed together, often in a tight embrace, all snuggled up. It had helped Ivar to get a grip on his previously frequent nightmares and moreover, to fall asleep with a feeling of security.

Still amused, and deeply touched at the same time, that Heahmund had actually taken the time to record him this kind of messages, Ivar hugged the stuffed animal tightly for a moment and buried his face in its soft fur. He felt ridiculous that he was cuddling with a plush toy, but at the same time so full of love and somehow also so close to Heahmund. He already missed him and despite the somewhat funny messages, Ivar could also feel Heahmund's love for him. It was audible to him in every little syllable and it made him replay all the messages again.

He allowed himself a brief moment to dwell in his happiness before setting the little goat beside him and reaching for his cell phone to send Heahmund his love in return.

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@youbloodymadgenius@istorkyou@ivarlover

[crowwritesaway]

Ivar the Boneless x Female Reader Pt.4

Ivar grew furious at every single insult and incident that you mumbled to him. The pain could be heard in your voice. Your vision become blurry when you recalled everything you desperately wanted to forget.

Ivar held you. You were at the club. A drink or two down and you were letting go. Ivar narrowed his eyes. He had been looking for a concrete reason to take you away. And this…this was dynamite. It set him off. He understood now, more than ever. The constant headaches, the stomachaches, and the second guessing. You were taught to keep quiet. To be perfect. To put their needs above yours.

Reacting would be disrespectful in their eyes. Not reacting would be ignoring them. Anything you did was wrong. You couldn’t be right without being wrong.

You shook your head. “Enough about me. Let’s enjoy this one in a lifetime night.” Ivar laughed, typical of you to brush off your sadness. He nodded to himself while he tighten his grasp on you. I won’t leave you alone. Not now, not ever. Your lonely days are over. We will make those nightmare disappear…one by one. I promise.

He clicked his tongue. “I don’t know why feel people find it hard to love you? I love you.” You laughed. “Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe people love me but from what I see, their love doesn’t feel like love.”

“Well, they can go to hell. My love is more than enough to supply you with love for all eternity.” Ivar emphasized on the eternity.

You smiled. What can I say to that? How do I respond? You looked down. People were dancing. Ivar stared at you. He smirked. Quiet as always. His eyes were filled with rage when he thought about your family. “You should just move in with me.” You scoffed. “It’s not that easy.” Ivar leaned closer to you. “It’s as easy as saying yes.” He nudged you. “Come on. Willing or unwilling, I refuse to see you sad.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Ivar.” “Y/N.”

“Look at me, please.” You slowly turned away from the crowd and looked at him. “I’m listening.” Ivar rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. “You have nothing to lose if you leave.” You sighed. Nothing. What about my family? “That’s not true. What about my…” “That’s not family and you know it. Family shouldn’t feel like dead weight.” Ivar interrupted you.

You laid back in the fluffy chair. You didn’t know what to say. He had a point. Family was supposed to lift you up, not drag you down. You cleared your throat. “Uhh, no matter how much I try to forget. It always comes back to them.” Ivar put his hand on your cheek. You leaned into his hand. “I’ll decide for you. Take a few days. That’s a start, right.” His icy blue eyes shined into your eyes. “With what right.” You said with an amused smile on your face. Ivar raised an eyebrow. “I’m your best friend.” He said, smiling softly at you. “Right. How could I forget?” You laughed. His hand fell from your face. “I’ll arrange everything. Be in the moment. Let’s just live.”

“Do I have a choice?” You said, looking at him. Ivar tilted his head. “I think you know the answer to that.” You nodded. Perhaps, this is what I need. “Alright then. Maybe I’ll pick up a boyfriend by the end of this night.” Ivar eyes narrowed. Boyfriend? “Hate to break it to you, Y/N. But it’s just me and you.” You put your hand on his shoulder. “Ivar. Today is about living in the moment. Have fun. Fuck responsibility. Let’s just live. Isn’t that what you said.” He put his hand on yours. Ivar coldly laughed. “Us. Me and you. No one else.” There’s no room for outsiders. “Ivar, it’s a joke. There’s no need to be jealous. I’m all yours.”

His shoulders lowered. He took a deep breath and exhaled. “For now.” You mumbled. His eyes went wide. “I’m kidding.” You laughed harder when you saw his startled face. Ivar shook his head. She’s playing with me. “You jokester. Come here.” He pulled you into a hug. You laughed in his chest. “There’s nothing. No one that could come between us.” You hummed in agreement. His plan was just starting. He finally had what he always wanted. You.

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[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 1584

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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Masterpost

CHAPTER 15

Nine months of dating Ivar. Nine months of happiness. Nine months of amazing sex. Nine month of love.

The interest in your relationship publicly has definitely reduced, mostly because the pair of you don’t go anywhere the photographers would be. Ivar has adapted to your lifestyle easily and fits into your world perfectly. You still struggle sometimes fitting into his world, but you are getting better at the glitzy parties and rubbing shoulders with the extreme wealth in your city. You much prefer it when you guys do normal things together though.

You have become friends with his brothers, they were easily won over, especially Hvitserk. He and Iris have been on a few dates and he seems besotted with her. She likes him a lot but is being very ‘Iris’ about the whole thing and is playing it cool.

Ubbe is dating someone new and, aside from cracking a couple of jokes in the beginning, leading Ivar to threaten to murder him, in a seriously scary tone, your ‘thing’ is long forgotten.

Since the ball you haven’t seen too much of Aslaug, she has been away, staying in her house in Iceland for months.

She calls you the week she gets home and she comes to visit your shop.

You bond over your mutual love of fashion. She spends a long time looking through all the clothes you stock and buys some dresses and some jewellery.

“You have a really good eye, Y/N. A wonderfully eclectic mix of fashion in stock. Have you thought about expanding? Opening more boutiques across the city?” She asks curiously.

“I have, I am hoping to by the end of next summer, I just need to make sure the business plan is foolproof, find a space, blah blah! It will be a lot of work.”

“I can help, I am always looking to invest in small local businesses…” she trails off and raises her eyebrows.

“Aslaug, without wanting to sound ungrateful, because I really am grateful for the offer, I’ve got my heart set on doing it all by myself.” You give a determined look.

“Although, if you know anyone in real estate that can give me a heads up of any suitable spaces becoming available I will gladly take that help,” you give her a cheeky smile.

“It just so happens I do know some people who could help with that. I will get in touch with them,” she gives you a wink.

“Also, the jeweller who made the bracelet and necklace you bought could maybe use some help, she’s amazing but hasn’t managed to get herself a proper workshop. If you were interested? Her name is Sadie.” You hand Aslaug one of Sadies cards which she slips into her purse.

“You are a very determined young woman, Y/N. I can see why Ivar loves you so much. What time do you lock up the shop? We should go and get cocktails.”

“Yes! I bloody love a good cocktail, come back at 4pm?”

You think you might have finally cracked the cool exterior, Ivar will be so pleased and your heart swells.

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You wake up early on Christmas morning and throw on an oversized hoody, before Ivar is stirring and you grab the heavy present on the kitchen counter and head to the elevator.

It opens on the ground floor and you head in over to the reception desk.

“Preston, Happy Christmas!” You shout and laugh as he jumps out of his skin. You hand him over the present.

“What’s this?” He looks in disbelief.

“A pressie, open it!” You are so excited.

He opens the present to see a state of the art coffee machine and his face lights up.

“What? Why? You shouldn’t have done this, Y/N.” His face is tinged with annoyance.

“Oh shush, you always look knackered, we thought you could use it,” you retort.

“Wow, thanks so much, I don’t know what to say.“ He holds his hands up.

“Just a gesture for putting up with Ivar’s rude ass for all these years! Are you going home to your family soon?”

“He’s not so rude anymore.” He tells you with a wink “I finish in 30 minutes,” he says happily. “Happy Christmas, Y/N, thank you.”

“Happy Christmas, have a great day. Hope the twins are happy with their bikes.” You give him a quick hug then head towards the elevator.

When it dings and the door opens Ivar is standing, with his arm above his head looking at the floor and his eyes travel up you until reaching your face and creasing with laughter.

“Will that never get old?!” You ask him in fake annoyance, he knows you find it adorable.

“Happy Christmas, baby! Did Preston like his present?” He asks, pulling you in for a big kiss.

“Yep, he was very happy,” you bury your face in his neck.

“Do you want your present?” Ivar asks with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Is it an orgasm?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Later,” he laughs out, “come on, it’s in the bedroom.”

“This is getting more interesting..” he looks back with a withering look.

“Get your mind out of my pants, filthy girl,” he wags a finger at you.

“Can I give you my present first? I’m so excited!” He laughs at you and nods.

You run to your side of the bed and pull out an envelope, skipping to him to hand it over. He opens the envelope and reads the Christmas card inside, smiling. He opens the card and two pieces of paper fall out. He picks them up with a furrowed brow, reading the words on them.

“Wha..what is this? Japan? You bought us tickets to travel to Japan?!” Pure disbelief on his face. He keeps looking back at the tickets and to you, clearly having trouble processing the information in front of him.

“What the fuck? This is too much, Y/N! We said small gifts.” His face is shocked.

“Meh, you are worth it. Are you ok? Do you want to go? I thought we could go and try some authentic sushi? Remember when I first came here?” You are searching his face for any sign of happiness.

“Y/N, this is too much. You can’t afford this.” His face still shows nothing but shock.

“I can baby, I wouldn’t have bought them if I couldn’t afford it, you know that. The shop has been doing amazing. Do you not want to go?” Your voice is small and dejected.

“Are you kidding me? It’s my number one place I want to visit! Oh my god I’m so excited, I'm just in shock, baby. Thank you! Thank you so much. I’ve never had a gift like this before.” He pulls you in for a crushing hug, kissing you all over your face and neck until you are swatting him away.

“Do you want to open your gift?” He asks excitedly.

He walks to his drawers and pulls out a big black box with a giant gold ribbon tied in bow. He hands it to you and sits close to you, watching your face intently as you undo the bow. You lift the lid on the black box and pull out a red box that you recognise. It’s one of Sadies.

You look at him and his face is so earnest you give him a kiss.

“Open it,” he urges you.

You open the box and inside is the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen. It has three platinum chain mail chains twisted round each other all joined together with a diamond on each clasp. It has a round platinum pendant on it, around the edge there is an engraving and in the middle is a beautiful, green stone.

“Ivar……” you look up at him, your eyes misting up.

“I need to explain it!” He is like an excited puppy.

“I designed it, with a little help from Sadie. It’s platinum and diamonds on the clasps..” the look on his face is one of pure amusement, you can’t help but laugh at him despite wanting to act offended, a clear call back to the unwanted bracelet he gave you.

“The circle of the pendant represents my never ending love for you,” his face changes from amusement to seriousness.

“The engraving is the date I first laid eyes on you.” You bring it closer to your face to read it.

“The date of the merger party.” You tell him, with a big soppy smile on your face.

“And the green sapphire in the middle is the exact colour of the blazer you were wearing when we met. I knew from that very moment you were the one for me. Forever and always.”

You don't know what to say, your eyes well up with tears.

“Do you like it, Y/N?” He asks nervously.

“It’s the most beautiful, thoughtful present. I love it.” You wipe your tears of happiness and kiss him. “You can't tell me off for the gift I got you, this must have cost a fortune, Ivar,” he just shrugs and grins.

“I left a space on it for another engraving. I am going to get it engraved with the date I ask you to be my wife.” his voice is smaller than before and his face is red with a blush. You gasp at his words and pull him close for a cuddle.

“Just for future reference, I will say yes.

THE END - thanks for reading :)

[thepaperpanda]

A Snowy Army || Ragnarssons x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: Making snow angels with Ivar is a whole new experience.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2409

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Making Snow Angels

Snow danced in the sunlight, a ballet choreographed by the gentle wind. As he watched, Ubbe's eyes widened, as wide as his younger brothers' when they saw the street had turned into a new page, ready for their playful feet and mittened hands. "Y/N?" Ubbe called your name, casting a glance through a chamber warmed by the crackling fire in the fireplace.

While carrying a few logs of wood to the fireplace to ensure everyone stays warm, you gasped in surprise upon hearing your name. "Yes, Ubbe?”

"Don't you think it's lovely outside?" Ubbe chimed in.

His words were met with Ivar's snorting. "Yeah, what beautiful weather, with cold wind and tons of snow."

"It's beautiful indeed, but it's a shame that such beautiful weather is accompanied by such a coldness," you replied softly.

Ivar clapped his hands and pointed to you, exclaiming, "See what I mean? Even a thrall understands that winter is dreadful. And mother claims that all the thralls are stupid."

Hvitserk had now joined the conversation he had overheard while napping by the fireplace. "Ivar, stop being a jerk to Y/N and behave."

You waved your hand and shrugged, "I'm used to it, no worries," you said. "Hvitserk? Do you need anything?”

"No, Y/N, but thank you for asking," Hvitserk replied, closing his eyes again in an attempt to fall back asleep.

Ubbe suggested, "Can we go outside for some fresh air?"

As Sigurd entered the Great Hall, his loud voice echoed from the walls, "I'm in. The snow is so fluffy, and it's not that cold outside."

As you glanced at Ubbe and others, you smiled but still wrapped fur around Hvitserk to make sure he wouldn't get cold. "Shall I bring your furs?”

"I have mine," Sigurd said, pointing to the thick fur he wore.

"I'll get mine, though. I believe we should give Hvitserk some rest for he had a rough night," Ubbe responded with a nod of his head.

"Bring me mine, thrall," Ivar said. "Did you forget I'm a cripple?"

"Ivar!” Ubbe yelled at his younger brother, this time being out of patience with his rude behavior.

As you bowed your head, you headed to bring Ivar's fur to avoid aggravating him further.

Ubbe approached Ivar, who was sitting by the table, sipping his herbal drink, and smacked the back of the younger man's head.

"Hey! What was that for?!" Ivar looked at his older brother, an unhappy grimace on his lips.

"What did I say about treating our thralls well?"

Ivar's fur was quickly found and returned to him by you. "Would you like me to help you put it on?”

After being chastised by his older brother, Ivar gave you a look and nodded, "Yes, please." He emphasized the last word to demonstrate to Ubbe that he understood his older brother's message.

Ubbe gave you a gentle smile and asked you to assist Ivar while he and Sigurd waited outside.

By softly nodding, you helped Ivar. You put the fur around his shoulders and then ensured it wouldn't slip off by wrapping it around him. "Here you go. Now you won't get cold."

"Thank you," Ivar whispered quietly after ensuring that none of his brothers were present, so they wouldn't mock him for being so polite; it was the side of himself he tried his hardest to hide from the world.

As you walked away to take care of your other duties, you said, "You're welcome."

You were just a thrall, no matter how much you wanted to join the brothers.

Ivar inquired, out of the blue, "Maybe you want to join us?"

Your eyes widened as you stared at Ivar.

Did he really invite you to join? You? Out of all the people.

"I would love to, but I'm not sure if I can."

"Why? I'm inviting you right now. Are you going to refuse my offer?"

"N-No. I wouldn't dare," you whispered.

As Ivar carefully sat on the floor and crawled toward the door, he said, "Follow me then and stop whining."

As soon as you found the fur you owned, you wrapped it around yourself before following Ivar.

Before leaving the Great Hall, Ivar put on his gloves to protect his hands from the cold of the frozen ground.

It wasn't long before Ubbe and Sigurd were joined by you and Ivar.

Ivar scoffed as he watched his older brothers fight with snowballs.

When you looked at Ivar, you asked, "You... You think I can try too?" Sure, Ivar invited you to join them, but you weren't sure if you could play around with them - they were princes and you were nothing but a thrall.

Ivar shrugged a little. "Of course, why not?"

With a smile, you grabbed some snow, made a ball out of it, and threw it at Ubbe.

The oldest brother gasped loudly, not expecting you to join them. A huge snowball soon hit your shoulder, and then your tummy.

You laughed loudly and decided not to let them win, so you threw more snowballs at Ubbe and Sigurd.

Ivar sat on the snowy ground, watching you all interact.

Soon after, Ubbe grabbed you by the waist and lifted you into his arms, making it impossible for you to escape as he locked you in a bear hug.

Trying to escape his tight embrace, you squealed loudly, but it was no use, so you just giggled.

And that was when you were attacked from behind by Sigurd, who stuffed some snow under your fur and tunic while Ubbe held you tightly in his arms.

The cold made you whimper loudly, "No! Not fair!"

Ivar couldn't stop laughing at the situation.

Ubbe set you back down and tapped your nose, "Come on, snow is great fun!"

You shook your head, "NOT WHEN IT GETS UNDER MY CLOTHES!"

"We can always help you get rid of those clothes," Sigurd slyly remarked.

Blinking, you blushed. "Well... I don't think such a thing would help me at the moment."

"You'd get warm again," he slightly wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Ubbe shook his head a little and pulled you out of Sigurd's embrace. "The snow's fluffy, let's try something."

As you looked up at Ubbe, you asked happily, "Like snow angels?!"

Ivar was the one who made a comment on your words, "It's clear you used to be a Christian. You even refer to shapes made in fresh snow as angels."

As you shrugged, you explained, "That's what we always called them. Because they did indeed look like angels."

"Angels. Ha! Pathetic explanation," Ivar summed up wryly; it met Ubbe's disapproval. 

"Ivar, if you have to say all these nasty words, better shut up this time," the oldest brother claimed.

"Ubbe it's okay. I'm used to it."

As soon as you left Ubbe, you landed on the snow right where you had hopped. As you moved your arms and legs, you created a shape in the snow; once you were done, you raised your hand in triumph. "Ubbe, can you help me get up?"

Ubbe took a giant step towards you and extended his hand, assisting you in getting back up.

Grasping his hand, you let him lift you up. Obviously, you were careful not to ruin your snowy creation. "It does look like an angel."

Ubbe examined the shape and quickly agreed with you that it did resemble an angel. "Y/N is correct."

You smiled and asked, "Ivar? Would you like to give it a try?"

Ivar looked up at you with a frown. "Do I appear to move my legs in the same way you did to make this shape? No, I don't believe so."

You thought for a moment. "You can move your arms! Your angel simply won't have a dress, or I can move your legs."

In a loud scowl, Ivar said, "Don't touch my legs, I can do everything by myself." After these words, Ivar crawled to where you had made your snow angel. He sat flatly on the snow, moved his left leg left, then his right leg left, then repeated the action in the other direction. After that, he lay heavily down and only moved his left arm a few times.

"If you don't do both arms, your angel will only have one wing," You said, hiding under Ubbe's soft fur.

Ivar sat on his butt again and started to draw something on the snow. Soon, he carefully left the snow and crawled out, revealing a shape looking like a warrior with a sword.

You and Ubbe walked closer. With a grin on your face, you nodded your head. "Well, that's always something new."

Ubbe slowly raised his eyebrow. "Well, that's interesting."

Sigurd was the second to approach and check the final result. "Ivar, brother, you're the man of many talents. Your talent goes far beyond being a brat. You have the power to fuck everything you get your hands on."

"Sigurd," you frowned at him and then smiled at Ivar. "Don't say that. Ivar makes pretty things in his own way. I like it."

Upon seeing Ivar looking up at you, you could swear he had a twinkle in his eye and a slight smile on his lips.

"Can you help me make more warriors like you did? WE COULD MAKE OUR OWN ARMY!" You enthusiastically inquired.

Ivar cocked his eyebrow while looking at you but nodded without unnecessary words.

You flopped down on the snow and began making your army.

Ivar observed you but soon followed, trying to make another shape in the fluffy snow.

As you copied his technique, you made some crooked shapes in the snow. You tried to make better-looking ones with an unhappy growl.

Ivar created a few more shapes with some struggles, but after that he was truly proud with the final outcome.

As Ubbe helped you shake the snow off your fur, you smiled and thanked him. 

You looked proudly at all the shapes. "Beware! I present to you your brother's army that will conquer the world!"

Ivar, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at you and actually gave you a smile. "It's not that bad in the end. They don't look like pathetic angels."

"I won't do snow angels again," you giggled, "They look like great warriors, so it will be only snow warriors from now on."

"Snow warriors, I like it, actually," Ivar replied proudly.

Despite rolling his eyes, Sigurd agreed that the shapes looked pretty neat.

Your head was bowed, and you said, "It's your own army, my prince."

Ivar kept smiling at you, but soon his smile vanished from his lips.

As Sigurd walked away, he mocked, "This is the only army he'll ever get.".

Using some snow, you rolled a ball and threw it at Sigurd. You walked to Ivar next. "Don't worry. You'll have a great army soon, I'm sure."

Ubbe watched the scene for a moment, but soon he decided it was time to leave you and Ivar alone, so you could try to get along together - Ivar used to be very snappy towards you since the very first day you were taken in by Ragnar and Aslaug.

"Yeah, in my fucking dreams."

"Oh, Ivar. Please, you never know what gods have prepared for you," you reassured him.

"Gods seem to hate me," he told you, slowly crawling away.

Following him, you shook your head. "No, Ivar. They don't. You are still here. It means one thing - they have a great plan for you."

"How can you be so cheerful? So full of hope?" He asked with a nasty tone.

"The positive side of life is what I try to focus on," you explained. "By being down the entire time, you will make things harder for yourself."

Ivar crawled to the nearest stable, where he crawled inside and sat on the hay. He started petting one of the horses. "Maybe you're right."

It was brave of you to sit next to him. "Each of us has a purpose in this world. If you are here, it means your purpose hasn't yet been fulfilled."

"Maybe you're right. I dream of becoming the most powerful man in the world."

"My belief is that one day you will be the most powerful man in the world."

He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you. "You say all those things, and you're kind to me only because I am a cripple, and you're scared of my mother."

There was a roll of the eyes from you. The reason I am polite to you is because I want to, and even if you aren't nice sometimes, I don't think you deserve to be hated or treated worse than others."

His eyebrow slowly went up a little as Ivar tilted his head.

"What?”

"Am I saying something?"

As you shrugged, you replied, "No, but I've seen this look before."

"Do you?"

"Yes," Nodding, you grabbed his chin and turned his face enough to kiss him gently.

Ivar gasped; this was the last thing he expected of you. Your lips were soft, warm and welcoming. Ivar instinctively closed his eyes and moved his lips slowly against yours, giving the kiss back.

After kissing him for a moment longer, you pulled away. Seeing his lightly shocked expression, you giggled. "Would you be able to smile for me now?"

Hesitantly, Ivar smiled but soon turned his head away, trying to hide the blush and surprise that painted on his face.

You kissed his cheek briefly and got up to leave the stable. "This expression suits you much better," you said. "We'd better get back before your mother gets angry at me."

"Angry at you? Why? You're guarding her crippled son," Ivar patted the horse one last time and crawled slowly after you.

You concluded, "I keep him outside when it's freezing as well. If you get sick, it's my fault. Not only will she punish me for that, but she will make me take care of you, and you're even more moody when you're sick."

"That's not true," he protested, but followed you anyway.

"How could that be? Every time you are sick, you almost cry that you are dying."

"Because this is how I feel, like dying!"

"Oh, yes, yes. Let's get back inside. I will make you something warm to drink."

He followed you, thinking he could warm himself up with one more kiss from you.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Please I could request Ivar with the prompt "Is that my shirt?"

With fluffiness and smut ♡

Drabble Masterlist

Soft Linen

Contains: Fluff, smut.

261 words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed

Ivar finds you in nothing but his shirt.

The sound of the hot water filling the tub was music to your ears after such a long day, you could smell the herbs coming from the other room and you got ready, taking your comb and fresh bed clothes with you as you went to bath. When you got into the room, you stripped off and got ready to climb in, only to be called into the main hall.

"Wife, wife, I need you here please." Looking around, your eyes landed on one of Ivar's long winter tunics that he had probably taken off yesterday and tossed in the corner. You threw it on, it coming to your knees, there were still mud stains on it. You walking into the main hall, it was cold in just his shirt.

"Is that my shirt?"

You huffed, "I was about to have a bath, what is it that you need?"

Ivar stood up and walked close to you, "nothing now, I would like to join you if that's what you want."

You shook your head, "of course husband, why does seeing me in your clothes get you so heated?"

Ivar smiled, "it's just another thing to remind the world that you're mine."

When you got back to the room, Ivar stripped off the shirt then got naked himself, smiling as you helped him take his braces off. You climbed into that bath together. He ran his hand up your thigh and pressed his lips to your neck, "shall we wife?"

You smiled with a nod as you pulled him close, "we shall."

Fin

[queerlilchinchin]

Have you ever had a fresh baked sourdough bread bowl from Ivars?

I just had my first one; it was so warm and soft and fluffy... I'm never ordering from Ivars after the lunch rush again omg 🤤🤤🤤

[tartrazeen]

Wait.

Conspiracy shipping for Ivar and Angus.

Ivar's been around Angus before. He's been in confined spaces with Angus before, too.

But the one episode where they share Ivar's room, suddenly there's a problem with how Angus smells? Even after Ivar was the one who volunteered to share his room in the first place?

And in the first episode, we have Angus whining about how hard the ground outside on a fluffy hill is, so I can only imagine how hard he'd complain about a stone floor.

So...

... what exactly were the sleeping arrangements in Ivar's room that night where somebody's smell is on the table as a problem?

And did Angus magically somehow not know Ivar snored, or was it - like... only now a problem 'cause it was in his ear...?

Like.

Directly in his ear.

Ivar confirmed as big spoon 👀💕

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Hello! I was hoping to make a request if it's not too much trouble.

ModernIvar! meets the reader while they are reading tarot cards and palms at a market. He decides to get his "fortune" told after being encouraged by Hvitserk. They reveal a lot about Ivar including his Viking days in his past life and his current struggles with his legs, emotions, romance, etc. You can make it fluffy and bring in romance or keep it platonic if you'd like.

Thank you if you do write this!

again, so sorry this took me so long

here it is <33

[youbloodymadgenius]

Nunky! (Modern!Ivar x reader - Modern!Ivar x OCs niece and nephew)

A/N: This is my entry to @flowers-in-your-hayr 650 Followers Celebration 🎉 Congrats again, love 🌸 And thanks for this amazing moodboard 😍

I'm awfully late, sorry about that. The truth is, do you know what it is to struggle? Let me tell you: there were three other drafts before this final version. More than 4000 words... All trashed...

Anyway, I'm quite happy with this one, that's all that matters.

@geekandbooknerd, thanks for beta reading this for me 🌺

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Ever wonder what kind of uncle Ivar would be? Let me show you 😉

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff 🙈

Words: 1978

"We're going to play Pete the Cat or Sneaky Snacky Squirrel Game, you in?" He shouts at you from the deck.

Lazily lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, you don't bother opening your eyes. As much as you love board games, there's no way you're leaving this perfect spot. Not yet, and certainly not for the next two hours.

"No, I'm good." You shake your head for emphasis, even if you're not sure he can see you.

"Okay lovebug, see you later," he says tenderly before changing his tone, "All right kiddos, get ready to lose!"

You let out a chuckle as Viola and Soren, feeling offended, express loudly their discontent. And you can't help but laugh. You know he's going to let them win anyway. He may be a sore loser who hates to lose and would do anything to win, whether in business or in a game, but things are different when it comes to his niece and nephew. That's just how much he loves them.

Your multi-faceted lover…

To the world, he is Ivar Ragnarsson, the crippled son – and true heir – of the mighty Ragnar Lothbrok, and, till last year – till you – Scandinavia's richest and most eligible bachelor, and all this in spite of his legs.

To his employees and business partners, he's an arrogant, cranky, demanding, cold-hearted, smart as hell, and very successful business tycoon. Oh, if they could see him right now, they wouldn't believe their eyes. No dress shirt, no suit pants, no blazer. With a backwards baseball cap, a basic black tee-shirt and stonewashed jeans, he looks more like a boy than a crafty businessman.

To you, he's the man you've been in love with for eight months; a complex human being, for sure, full of contradictions: so self-confident and yet in some ways so self-conscious; outwardly tough but at times so incredibly vulnerable. You won't lie, he can be infuriating; he's stubborn, strong-headed and short tempered. But he's awfully clever, deadpan and… well... devastatingly handsome, with his impossibly beautiful features and his otherworldly icy blue eyes. He's a fantastic lover too, unexpectedly caring and attentive, loyal and faithful.

To Viola and Soren, his favorite brother's children, he's Uncle Ivar – or Nunky, as Viola calls him – the best uncle ever, funny and mischievous, loving and supportive. He's always ready to go out of his way to teach them all the cool stuff kids are supposed to know; silly jokes, riddles and magic tricks. He's their favorite babysitter, the one who is completely devoted to them, the one who feeds them ice cream and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, before reminding them conspiratorially, with a finger on his lips: "You know the deal, sweet peas! Not a word to your mom."

You remember as if it were yesterday your first meeting with them.

Soren, chocolate all over his face, greets you with a big smile, immediately asking you if you want to play hide-and-seek with them. On the other hand, Viola looks at you from head to toe, scrutinizing you intensely. With her lips pursed and her brows creased, she doesn't seem very pleased, to say the least. The seconds tick by and finally, placing her tiny hands on her hips, the little girl takes a deep breath. "I don't want to play with her. I don't like her." The hostility in her tone can't be missed.

Speechless, you look at Viola with wide open eyes. You usually have a way with kids and are honestly a little stunned by such an unfriendly welcome.

"Viola, please…" Ivar grumbles, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't have time to say another word. "No, Nunky! You told me she was your lover!" Ah, now you're beginning to see her problem, and it brings a small smile on your lips.

Viola points an accusing finger towards you. "Are you Nunky's lover?"

You nod playfully but Viola doesn't seem the least bit amused. "That's why I don't like you. And just so you know, you may be Nunky's lover now, but I'm going to marry him. I just have to wait a little," she frowns, thoroughly concentrated, "I need to be a little older, maybe like… that," she stretches out the fingers of both hands in front of her, "but Nunky is going to marry me. Me, not you. So, you might as well leave right now."

You struggle to hold back your laughter, aware that this is a very serious matter for her.

"Come here, baby girl." Rubbing a hand over his face, Ivar pats his knees and then helps his niece as she climbs onto his lap. "We've talked about this, little bird, remember? We're not getting married, not in ten years, not ever." He speaks so softly, and there's so much love in his eyes, you feel like you're melting.

"But, I lo–" Viola interjects with a pout, but Ivar stops her, shaking his head. "There's no buts, baby love. Uncles do not marry nieces. That's the way it is and that's how it must be. And yes," he looks at you fondly, "Y/N is my lover. But it doesn't change anything. I'm not going anywhere, Viola. I'll always be in your life. I love you." He gently ruffles Soren's hair. "I love you both. You have no idea how much I love you."

You must have dozed off and are awakened by Viola high-pitched squeals of joy. "Oh yeah, let's go into the backyard." Hmph! Looks like you're going to have company. Bye bye peacefulness.

Well, so be it.

Yawning, you stretch like a cat before sitting up. Ivar and the kids are on the deck and you wave at them. Soren casts you a broad smile and takes two steps towards the backyard but Viola stops him.

"Wait, Soren! Nunky," you don't need to see her to know that she's blinking her big, beautiful blue eyes at Ivar, "please, we are tired. Right Soren?"

Viola's brother nods tentatively as Ivar bursts out laughing. "Is that so, munchkin?" Putting on a thinking face, he stares blanky up in the air for a second or two, tapping a forefinger on his chin. "Let me guess, you want a ride, baby girl? Soren, buddy boy, would you mind fetching the princess's carriage for me, please?"

At this point, you know exactly what is going to happen, yet it never ceases to amaze you. And as sure as the sun rises from the east, the next moment Soren is pushing a wheelchair in front of him, coming to a halt next to his uncle. Ivar immediately sits down, slipping his crutch into the intended holder attached to the backrest.

Reaching out, he now gently grabs Viola's wrist. "Your carriage awaits, princess." The little girl climbs very carefully onto his lap before wrapping her chubby arms around his neck.

Ivar pulls her closer, "Hold tight, princess!" and as soon as he's sure she's securely seated, he grabs his push rims and pops a wheelie, Viola bursting with laughter. He then looks at Soren, cracking him a smile. "I'll give you a ride too, bumblebee, stay put."

Soren, older than Viola and always overprotective when it comes to his beloved uncle, frowns, concern all over his boyish face. "You sure I'm not too heavy now? I'm over fifty-five pounds, you know?"

Ivar laughs, an easy smile on his plump lips. "Don't worry, I'll be just fine." A smile tugging up the corner of his mouth and Viola giggling on his lap, he rolls towards the wide wooden ramp leading to the backyard.

Ivar hates using his wheelchair. He despises it. He's very secretive about it. The truth is, it took him two months to tell you that he sometimes needed one and another two months to actually use it in front of you.

He hates it so much that he would rather crawl than use it. Actually, that's what he does every night, after taking off his leg braces.

Yet, he keeps his old wheelchair here, at his brother's house. For recreational purposes only; or in other words for Viola's and Soren's enjoyment. And he gives them rides, up and down the ramp, sometimes for hours, popping wheelies here and there. Because Viola and Soren love that and it makes them laugh. Because he would do everything and anything to make them happy.

That's just how much he loves them.

Ivar pulls a sunbed next to you and flops down on it, stifling a hiss of pain. "Where are the kids?" Raising yourself up on one elbow, you kiss him, your free hand gently stroking the tight muscles of his right thigh.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he kisses you back. "Gathering the things they want to take to the beach."

You want to give him a disapproving look, but you won't. You know better. You know him.

He shouldn't go to the beach. Not today. He woke up in pain this morning. Walking in the sand is a struggle even on good days. He'll pay for it later. You know he knows it. And you know he'll do it no matter what, and whatever it takes.

Because that, he can do.

Sometimes, you catch a hint of sadness in his eyes. When Soren and Viola are running and he can't run after them, because running is simply not an option for him. When they are jumping on the trampoline and he can't join them, because it would end with broken bones. When they are playing football, or riding a bike, or skating. When they are tree climbing, or playing gunny sack race, or rock climbing, or playing hopscotch, or skipping rope, or dancing, or…

But walking in the sand, even if not easy, that, he can do.

He's going to struggle all the way – wincing, hissing, silently swearing, even dragging his right leg with his hand if necessary – until they reach their favorite spot, a small cove shielded from the wind, with marvelous pebbles and smooth sand. And he will sit for hours, his legs aching, making sandcastles even though, even as a child, he didn't like that. Because it doesn't matter. Because Soren and Viola matter. And the sparkle in their eyes will bring a smile to his face. Their laughter will make it all worthwhile.

Yeah, this is what he's going to do, for Soren's and Viola's happiness. And you know there's nothing you can say or do that is going to change his mind.

That's just how much he loves them.

⚔️"What are you thinking about, love?" Ivar's soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"I was thinking what a fantastic uncle you are." You reply genuinely, your thumb grazing his cheek. "And what a fantastic father you will be one day. The father of our kids."

Ivar blinks several times. You know that no matter how many times you tell him, he still finds it hard to believe that you want to make a life with him; marry him; carry his children.

"This…" His voice trembles and he lowers his gaze, "this is really what you want?"

"Of course, it is, my love." You reassure him for the thousandth time, peppering his jaw with light kisses. "Negotiations with Viola will doubtless be tough, though…" You chuckle, your fingers threading through his hair as he nods. "But let me tell you a secret," you can feel his hot breath on your ear, "you've already won, love." He offers you a breathtaking, mind-blowing smile and then his mouth finds yours and he kisses you and it feels like you're alone in the world, nothing matters but your shared love, nothing exists but him, nothing counts anymore, nothing, nothing, nothing...

"NUNKYYYYY!!!!"

Well… You may have spoken too soon…

🛡⚔️🛡

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[inforapound]

Emboîté  Part 2

A/N - Part 2 of @youbloodymadgenius writing celebration fic. Part 3, next week.

Pairing – Ivar and Sarah     (Aethelswith)

Words – 3,000 approx

Series Warning – explicit smut, dance industry inaccuracies, fluffy Ivar, possessive Ivar, semi-slow burn, ‘baby’ used as a term of endearment.

By the end of the auction, I had in fact, received the highest bid. As uncomfortable as the entire event was and surely the awkward supper ahead, I was genuinely pleased for the theatre. Being honest, I was also pleased for myself. That bid would have me stand out to the board and at age twenty-six, nearly twenty-seven, I needed every bit of leverage I could get. I had been in second position to our principal for ten months and I hoped they could see me as the next lead dancer. It was career do or die time and I could not allow a life of pain, sweat, and literal bloodied toes to simply fade away as it had for my mother.

The audience had been ushered through into the attached ballroom where large round, white linen-draped tables filled the space. Breaking from my fellow dancers I headed out, as expected, to meet the man I would share an evening with.

---

Standing to one side, like a well-behaved dog, I waited for him to look up and acknowledge me. Not the most outgoing person, I was typically not this awkward but nothing about this man gave the impression he was approachable. His shoulders looked tense and he stared down at nothing, seemingly distracted by whatever was on his mind. Held in his large hand was a black walking stick with a pewter handle, his middle two fingers tapping some silent beat.

“Hello.” The brother, who looked slightly older, smiled and tapped Ivar’s side with the back of his hand.

Glancing first to him, Ivar finally looked over in my direction. His steely blue eyes locked with mine for a second before he looked back down as if I wasn't there. Diss. My stomach dropped and my teeth clenched, holding my brittle smile in place. Standing beside him for less than fifteen seconds, to me, it felt like an hour. It was humiliating.

“Mr. Loth...”

“Ivar,” he interrupted, flicking his eyes back up. The expression on his face was severe as if anything I dared to say would be ripped apart.

The brother who had greeted me pushed his chair back and rested his hand on Ivar’s shoulder.

“Dinner will be served soon, just enough time for another drink. We’ll be back.”

Standing, the man smiled again with a look of something in his eyes that I did not register. The third brother, on the far side, rose and the two walked toward the bar, not glancing back.

“Thank you for your generous bid Mr...Ivar.” God, he wasn’t helping me a bit. “A woman named Wynne will be contacting all bidders to arrange reservations…”

Lifting his hand, he waved dismissively, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sorry,” my head shot back.

“The date...dinner, whatever. Don’t worry about it. I planned on donating regardless.”

He hadn’t even looked at me when he said it.

“I see,” clearing my throat, I wondered what, if anything, I should say.

So, mumbling some variation of thanks for supporting the theatre, I turned on my heel and walked. No idea where I was headed but I had to keep moving. The skin on my cheeks felt warm. Where was the relief that I was spared from a night with a man like that? Instead, I felt embarrassed. Not to mention annoyed with myself for caring that a rude patron waved me off. I had done my duty. I didn’t need to sit and eat banquet food with people I spent fourteen hours a day with. Not when I could call an uber, go home and eat a mango and instant noodles in a very expensive, borrowed dress. Fuck this...

---

“You what?” Hvitserk leaned forward, flabbergasted, holding a drink in each hand.

“I told her not to worry about it.”

“You do realize how insulting that is?” Ubbe asked as they both shimmied in, taking their seats.

“Is that why she walked away like you just killed her goldfish?” Hvitserk looked at Ivar, who sat, scowling, fiddling with his cane. “I don’t know, Ivar…” Hvitserk continued, shaking his head. “Turning a woman like that away? That is a messed up.”

“You take her out then,” Ivar spat, glancing over.

“Okay!”

“Pfft,” he looked back shooting Hvitserk a pointed stare. “Too bad for you, I wrote the cheque.”

“You are no longer having awkward hookups with what’s her name?” Hvitserk asked, grinning as he took a sip of his drink.

“No.” Frowning, Ivar looked back to Hvitserk. “Is that what she called them? Fuck her.”

“I think that was her problem. You wouldn’t fuck her.”

“I wasn’t feeling it! So... what’s the point?”

“Wasn’t that the same deal with the one before. And the one before her. You didn’t want to sleep with them or was it…”

Ubbe shot Hvitserk a look, his eyes round with warning.

Sinking further down into his hard chair, Ivar scanned the far side of the ballroom, tracking the group of dancers making their way toward their two reserved tables. Taking their seats, his focus landed on the one empty chair at the otherwise filled table.

“This is a waste of my time.” Grabbing his cane, he pushed his chair back and strained to stand. Glancing over at his brothers, he moved away from the table, “Fuck this...”

---

Without turning around, I could hear the sound of his walk. I had never heard his walk of course, but somehow, I knew it was him. One footstep slightly heavier than the other followed by the stamp of a cane hitting the pavement.

He couldn’t possibly be coming to the side boulevard of the hotel because of me? Unless he was not yet finished displaying his arrogance. One thing certain, I was not going to show him the effect he had.

“Let me help you. I’ll call you a car.”

“No, thank you,” I replied over my shoulder, not turning around.

Silence.

The only sounds came from the cars passing up on the main street and the slightest din of music drifting from the hotel.

“Would you like a lift home?”

Now he’s a gentleman, I internally screamed, scoffing in my head?

“I have called an uber, thank you.” Just because he had been rude did not mean I would be.

“Sarah.”

My name slipped easily off his tongue. His raspy, smooth voice making it sound like he was beckoning me. Turning around, I wrapped my black coat tighter around me, squeezing my clutch in my hand.

“If you have come outside to make me feel worse, please just stop.”

Instantly his face changed. As if hit with surprise. “Worse?”

Turning back to the street, I shivered, the spring night air feeling colder than it should.

“How have I made you feel…. anything?”

This time I couldn’t prevent the scoff that slipped out. He sounded so genuinely baffled.

Where would one start a conversation with someone like him? Someone oblivious, or indifferent to his own lack of decency. It was not my responsibility. This was a big week and the sooner I got home, the sooner I could put Ivar Lothbrok and this entire evening behind.

“I’m not sure your car is coming.”

“Here it is,” I announced sounding pleased, if not a little smug.  A black SUV turned the corner, its headlights illuminating us both as is slowed to the curb in front. The driver hopped out, rushing around to open the door for me. Glancing back, I looked at Ivar leaning slightly onto his cane, much taller than I had realized.

“Goodnight.”

Stepping up into the vehicle, I slid onto the leather, the door closing between us. Inhaling, I rested my head back against the seat and exhaled loudly.  

The back door on the far side opened and Ivar climbed in, placing his walking stick between his legs.

“What are you doing?” I squinted at him. The light on the ceiling illuminating his dark, perfect hair.

“This is my ride,” he replied, looking straight out the front window.

The driver hopped back into the front and adjusted his mirror. “Where to Mr. Lothbrok?”

“Wait, I,”

“Relax, Sarah,” he sighed quietly but I still heard it. “It is just a ride home.” Turning to me, he lifted his brows, “Where can I drop you?”

Clearing my throat, I leaned forward directing my response to the driver.

“172 Grantville Court, off of 48th.”

The driver put it in gear and pulled away from the curb and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ivar glance over.

“Someone has to live there,” I mumbled feeling like a poor girl wearing a costume.

Yes, I was being dramatic in my deflated state, but the dance company paid peanuts. I was lucky to survive the ten-month season on the salary of an understudy. The two-month seasonal break was no different but I did have a guaranteed position at a small studio, teaching young kids their first steps.

“Dario,” Ivar lifted his chin. “On second thought, take us to Piccolos.” Turning to me, the passing streetlight, brightened his face. “We both missed supper and I’m not taking you home until you’ve eaten. Especially when you’re dressed like that.”

Turning away from me, he looked out his side window and I could have sworn I saw a reflection of his smile in the glass. “And… I did pay a substantial amount of money to dine with you.”

Okay, I could play.

“Mr. Lothbrok, do you enjoy the ballet, or did you simply want to outbid Ronan Dorst?”

His face snapped back to mine, the severity back in his expression. Even in the dim light, I could see the tense muscles in his jaw.

“I told you to call me, Ivar.” Clearing his throat, he strained his neck side to side as if to elicit a loud crack, “I think you will like this restaurant. It’s my favourite.”

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The restaurant was stunning. Shining white mini lights around the entrance, with round sculpted boxwood planters, mullion French doors, complete with a red front doormat. The waiter or maitre d, whichever they were called at such a place, waited like a solider out front.

The sharp-dressed host greeted Ivar by name and seemed delighted I was in attendance. Ushering us straight through to the back, he collected our coats, settling us into a private booth, tucked off in a small alcove. The ambiance was magical, and I was relieved not to feel overdressed in my black gown.

Champagne was poured, and without gushing, I showed Ivar what manners were.

“This is beautiful. Thank you for bringing me.”

Saying nothing, he subtly nodded. I didn’t know him well enough to say but he seemed pleased to hear this. His lips looked like they wanted to smile.

“What do you like eating?” he asked, looking different in his own environment.

“Oh, I eat everything. Anything, really,” I smiled noticing his eyes drop down to my mouth. Needing to fill the silence I blurted, “Surprise me. You choose.”

After hearing the specials from our waiter, Ivar ordered beat and feta salads, grilled halibut with a miso crust and a bottle of something that sounded expensive.

To my great surprise, Ivar took the lead. He actually asked questions. Asked about my experience growing up in Montreal and how I was recruited to the theatre. Asked about my position in the company. Infinitely more at ease, he maintained eye contact the entire time I spoke, listening to my answers. He looked gorgeous. Fuck. The light from the candle at the center of our table lit his cutting blue eyes, adding a warm tone to his smooth skin and dark thick hair. By the time we were into our meal and I had finished my second drink, his handsomeness was downright painful and I had to remind myself of his earlier behaviour.

“Do you hope to become prima ballerina?”

My laughter erupted into my wine glass, creating an attractive honking sound. He immediately snickered as he swallowed his bite of fish.

“We do not actually call them primas. Or ballerinas even. We say lead dancer or principal. But the answer is yes. Yes and yes.”

I launched into how I hoped to be promoted to the principal dancer when Giovanna, or incredible lead, moved on. Paris was really the next and last stop for her, any of us, and our company measured only slightly behind the Paris Opera Ballet.”

“You would move to Paris?”

“In a heartbeat. I would likely have to sleep in the Metro but, yes.”

“Why would you have to do that?”

“Dancing doesn’t pay well,” I forced out the words, hearing my mother’s shrill voice yelling to never discuss money with a man. “Once you are the principal dancer, the scale changes, particularly in Paris.”

“Hmm,” Ivar said scrunching his forehead. “It must be nice to do something you love.”

“It is all I have ever wanted. Without it, I don’t know who or what I would be. Probably nothing,” I laughed softly.  

“I doubt that,” he smiled back, his eyes never leaving mine as he took a drink of wine. He seemed to be studying my face.

“What?” I furrowed my brow, knowing I would have never asked, one-glass-of-wine ago.

“You have this way of talking where you move your bottom lip more than the upper.”

Reaching up, I pressed my fingers to my mouth. My lipstick long gone.

“Oh… is it weird?” my voice mumbled from under my hand.

Rolling his eyes, he smiled, “don’t cover yourself, I was just…” His smile faded, seriousness returning to his face for the first time since arriving. “You are very beautiful Sarah,” he looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes.

OH GOD! I wanted to drop out of the booth and roll under the table.

“Thank you,” I instead replied, grateful for the fake lashes and ambient lighting. But honestly… I did feel beautiful.

Dessert was placed in front of us and for a moment, I wondered when we had ordered it.

“Chris knows I love Creme Brule,” he explained, noticing the confusion on my face. “He automatically brings it.”

“Ivar?” I skipped topics, wondering about something he had said.

His eyes shot up and I realized it was the first time I had called him by name.

“You don’t enjoy what you do for a living?”

Looking down at his dessert, he opened his mouth and paused as if unsure of how to answer. I worried I had pushed into too personal a topic.

“There was just this assumption…” he began without looking up, his spoon cutting the smooth yellow custard on his plate, “this expectation...that we would all be involved in our family’s importing business. My father passed away and I was shocked that he chose me to take on the more senior position out of all my brothers. There was, is, a lot of pressure. There are five of us. Four now as my half brother moved into straight consulting.” Glancing up, his eyes focused on mine. “It's just not…what I want to do forever.”

“What do you want to do?” The question slipped out before I could catch it.

Pressing his lips together, he adjusted on the bench seat and I could see he was fighting with himself. Perhaps deciding whether or not to answer.  

“I have a hobby,” he rushed, his eyes finding mine again.

“Yeah?” I smiled, letting him know I was listening.

“I like,” he swallowed, clearing his throat, “taking pictures. It’s just a hobby.”

“A photographer? That’s amazing. See, you do enjoy the arts.”

“I suppose,” he smiled broadly, looking almost relieved, but I could still see his discomfort with his admission.

“You know,” my eyebrows shot high and I took the last sip of my wine. “If you had succeeded in blowing me off, I would have never learned that about you.”

Grimacing, he looked down, shaking his head. “I’m sorry about that. I am bad at this and it wasn’t about you. Just a terrible day and I hate those sorts of events. The thought of sitting down with a stranger forced to converse…. kill me.”

“I’m sorry this has been utter agony,” I laughed, feeling as if the table between us was suddenly much smaller.

“No!” his eyes went round. “On the contrary,” he looked back to me, his parted lips looking soft.

“This is....unexpected.” Raising is hand, he looked out beyond the booth, “I’ll get us another drink.”

“No, thank you. As much as I would love to stay, I do have a long day tomorrow.” Rubbing my lips together, my eyes flitted down to the cleared table, “this has been unexpected for me too.” Looking back up, I was struck by the change in his demeanor. His face had hardened. “Thank you so much for tonight.” The moment felt strained. “And for saving me from Ronan Dorst,” I smiled hoping to save the atmosphere from moments ago.

Running his hand over his hair, he quickly smoothed the coolness in his expression. With a subtle nod, he again raised his hand and called for our bill. The night was done.

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The ringing seemed to go on and on. Pressing my cell to my ear, the thought hit me, TEXT. Who even spoke on the phone anymore? If I socialized or had friends, I might have realized this before the ringing began.

“Hello.”

Fuck.

“Hi Ivar, this is Sarah… Pearson…from the theatre.” Rubbing my hand across my forehead, I cringed. It had been just over 48 hours since we had supper.

“Yes Sarah, I do remember you.” His tone was flat, but I swear I could hear his smile through the phone.

Choosing not to smash my cell on the floor, I gathered my thoughts as he seemed comfortable to just wait in silence on the other end.

“I’m sorry to disturb you. I, ah, okay, are you free today? By chance. I’m in a pickle.”

“A pickle?”

“Yeah, I could really use your help.”

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Childhood Crush pt.2

A/N: I finally made a second part! Haha, I’ve had so many ideas in my head lately, I can barely catch up! But I threw this together because I want to work more on my Ivar series’. I hope you guys like it! You can catch up here >>Childhood Crush<<

Ivar X Reader

Warnings: none really, fluffy Ivar, a little angst

Word count: 1,785

It’s been 3 weeks since You and Ivar declared your feelings for one another. You both decided not to tell his brothers, it would be fun to keep it secret for a while. Ivar would always find inconspicuous reasons to be alone with you. He was so sweet and affectionate to you. You would take turns sneaking to one another’s rooms at night. You’ve never felt so happy, it was amazing having everything you’ve ever wanted. Ivar.

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“Hvitserk! I’m gonna kill you!” You shouted as you grabbed the knife that was on the counter and left the kitchen, heading towards the great hall. You were in the middle of preparing a meal for The Lothbrok brothers, when you left to use the bathroom. You came back to find out that a big chunk of the meat you cooked and a couple carrots were missing. You ran into the main room where the brothers were, knife in hand. You saw the food in the bowl that was in his hand.

“Hvitserk! I worked so hard just for you to ruin it! I wanted to make a nice dinner. Why couldn’t you have waited?!” You yelled and gripped the handle to the knife tighter.

“Y/N, it’s fine! We will all still enjoy the wonderful meal you put together for us, don’t throw that knife, come on now.” Ubbe said calmly, trying to defuse the situation his idiot, gluttonous brother created. As soon as he finished speaking you held the knife up and threw it towards Hvitserk. the blade grazed his head, cutting a few strands of hair, before landing in a wood post behind him. Ivar began laughing uncontrollably, he didn’t bother attempting to stop you. because he knows that you’ll do what you want.

“Y/N! You cut some of my hair!” Hvitserk yelled and then smiled before biting his carrot.

“Hvitserk, next time you pick at one of my meals before I say you can, the blade will land between your eyes.” You said and crossed your arms.

“Come on, l’ll help you bring the food out, we should have dinner after the show you put on.” Ubbe said guiding you back into the kitchen. Hoping to calm you down.

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[While you were in the kitchen with Ubbe]

“I love her fiery attitude, it drives me wild.” Hvitserk said as he sat down, across from Ivar.

“Yeah, not only is it entertaining, but I like knowing she can take care of herself.” Ivar began as he was carving something into the handle of his axe.

“Hmm, I just think it’s rather arousing having her all… fired up, ready to attack.” Hvitserk said, looking deep into thought.

“Did you do this on purpose? To get on her nerves, thinking you’d get your cock wet?” Ivar questioned Hvitserk, clenching his jaw.

“Is that so bad? She hasn’t snuck to my room in a while, i’m getting bored with the other thralls around here.” Hvitserk Laughed, taking a sip of mead. Ivar smirked, almost satisfied with His brother’s answer. Knowing he was the reason she hasn’t been visiting hvitserk’s room. He tried to bite his tongue, but he just couldn’t resist.

“Well brother, you better get used to those thralls, because Y/N won’t be sneaking into your room, ever again.” Ivar said, keeping eye contact with Hvitserk as he brought his cup to his mouth, to take a dramatic sip of mead, while his brother tried to process the information.

“What do you mean, Ivar?” Hvitserk asked, with a confused and angry look.

“I mean, she’s warming my bed now. Y/N, will never sleep with you again, big brother.” Ivar said in a teasing tone.

“WHAT DID I JUST HEAR YOU SAY?” Both Ivar and Hvitserk stopped talking and slowly turned to see their mother Aslaug, with a disgusted look on her face.

“Mother, Why aren’t you napping?” Ivar quickly asked, changing the subject as fast as he could.

“I heard Y/N yelling, so I made myself presentable to come out here to see what the fuss was.” Aslaug explained, slowly walking toward the table where her sons were.

You and Ubbe walked through the doorway to the room, carrying the feast you made. You were welcomed with Aslaug, Ivar, and Hvitserk, staring at you intensely.

“What’s going on, why do you all look upset?” Ubbe asked as you both set the food on table.

“Well, I just found out that my Sons have a strange way of treating Y/N, like their sister.” Aslaug began and Ivar slammed his head on the table, regretting his decision to tell Hvitserk.

“What does that mean?” Ubbe continued to question, when you realized what had just happened, while you were away. You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“Are you all sleeping with Y/N?” Aslaug asked, exhaustively but continuing to draw the scene out. Ubbe’s eyes widened in shock and decidedly to pour himself a drank.

“Not all of us, Mother.” Ubbe said taking a large gulp and then grinning. He seemed amused at the drama unfolding.

“Ivar, what did you do?” You asked Ivar, still covering your face.

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out, Y/N.” Ivar replied. “Hvitserk and her are no longer sleeping together. When we realized our feelings, it was just us from that moment. But we aren’t just sleeping together, okay? Mother, we love each other. I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but we just wanted to keep it a secret for a little while. We were gonna tell you all.” Ivar explained, hoping to calm his mother. You slowly dragged your feet to a chair at the table and sat down, not knowing what to say.

Then, one of the doors to the great hall opened and Sigurd walked in with a smile. He stopped smiling when he felt the tension in the room.

“What’s has happened?” Sigurd asked, expecting something to be terribly wrong.

“Oh, Y/N and Ivar are in love, brother!” Ubbe announced loudly and sarcastically, with a laugh.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Sigurd stopped walking and stood there for a second, rolled his eyes, turned around and walked right back out the doors. You all sat in silence for a moment before you spoke.

“Just to let you all know, I did not sleep with Sigurd either.” You said, to clear the air.

“Oh, so just half of my children.” Aslaug finally spoke again and sipped her wine.

“Mother, stop.” Ivar said, trying to get the heat off of you.

“If the two are you are truly in love, I will accept that. I just don’t like knowing what I know and I’m gonna need a while to be okay with it. I’m going back to sleep, now I have an ache in my head.” Aslaug said, standing from her chair and finishing off her wine, before excusing herself.

After a moment, you all took a breath.

“I’m gonna eat now, before it’s completely cold.” Ubbe interrupted the silence. Hvitserk followed and started grabbing food to put on his plate.

“At least it’s over now and everyone knows.” Ivar began.

“Yes, but still Ivar! You could’ve warned me.” You said as you made him a plate.

“He was talking about trying to get you into bed, what did you want me to do, huh?” He said and looked up at you as you handed him his plate of food. You huffed and sat down, beginning to eat your, now cold, meal. Ivar patted the seat next to him, silently asking you to sit next to him. You were upset at the situation, not at him. So you moved to the seat and he smiled as you rolled your eyes at him.

“I truly am sorry, kitten.” Ivar whispered in your ear as you watched Hvitserk and Ubbe talk about hunting.

“It’s okay, I guess it had to happen eventually. So, you’re madly in love with me, huh?” You teased.

“I don’t believe I said it like that, but yes, I’d say that I am.” Ivar admitted as he leaned over to bite your shoulder.

“I’m in love with you too, Ivar. I really am.” You said and he reached down to touch your thigh. You turned your head to kiss him lovingly.

“Hey can you not rub it in my face just yet? I’m still a little hurt.” Hvitserk Said and laughed, letting you all know that he was kidding.

“Dinner was fantastic, thank you Y/N.” Ivar said, having Ubbe and Hvitserk grunt in agreement, while still stuffing their faces.

“To show my appreciation, I have a gift!” Ivar said, handing you his axe.

“This is your axe.” You said, stating the obvious out of confusion.

“No, now that is YOUR axe. Look here, I carved this into it for you.” Ivar said, turning the axe over and showing you the image he carved. Ivar carved two separate wolves. It was just the faces of the wolves, one was bigger and looked angry, while the other wolf’s face had a softer look, with a flower carved by its ear.

“Is that you and me?” You asked, running your fingers over the carved images.

“Yes, that’s us. The other night when we were talking, you compared us to wolves, while we were staring at the full moon, An alpha and an omega. Then, the image of these wolves burned into my mind.” Ivar told you and you were in awe. About How a simple thought you spoke out loud, inspired him in some way.

“Ivar, I love it. I love that it was yours and that you’ve added a special detail to make it mine. I’m never gonna be without this axe. It’s always gonna be at my hip. Thank you, my wolf.” You said and kissed his cheek. Ivar blushed at his new nickname.

“I hope you take the axe off, in bed.” He said, making you laugh.

“You don’t think it would be exciting?” You jokes and the two of you laughed.

You looked around to realize the two of you were alone. Maybe those two went hunting, they were talking about it. Once you realized you were alone with Ivar, you gave him a deeply passionate kiss. You couldn’t believe he loved you. Ivar broke the kiss and then planted a few more kisses on random parts of your face.

“Do you want to go watch the sunset by the water?” Ivar asked, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, gently.

“Yes, I think that would be a nice end to the day.” You replied and the two of you headed for the doors.

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[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU) Masterpost

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it! I will post a bunch of chapter all at once.

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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Knitted Christmas Sweaters || modern!Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: It appears that Ivar is unhappy with the gift he received from you, but once he learns about your motives, he changes his mind.

Warnings: none

Word count: ~ 570

Author: Fenrir

A/N: today’s prompt: Matching Christmas Sweaters

In Ivar's mind, he knew that his low mood was just that... His. While his brain could come up with a thousand plausible reasons why someone else was at fault, Ivar had to take responsibility for his feelings and the path to getting himself out of feeling so blue. You made things uncomfortable for him, especially during the Christmas/Yule holiday season, by making him do pointless and pathetic tasks such as picking out a Christmas tree, baking gingerbread and decorating your flat.

And now this. When he looked in the mirror for the last time, he uttered an unhappy grunt - he wore a red, woollen sweater with a reindeer motif. This piece of clothing was only nice because the sweater was fluffy and kept Ivar warm. "There is no way in hell I'm going out like this!" Ivar shouted loudly, making sure you would hear him through the closed bathroom door. No way, babe, I look like a fucking idiot!"

You leaned your back against the wall, waiting for Ivar to stop acting like a child. You were standing in the corridor of your shared flat, so sweetly encouraging him, "Oh, honey, you look absolutely cute, I bet! Get out, please!" You knitted him a sweater, but he threw a tantrum when you gave it to him. Again.

After another sigh, Ivar ran his hand through his thick, dark hair and left the bathroom. He opened the door and stepped forward, resting his hands on his hips. "There's a reindeer on it, and I hate them. As a whole, I'm not a fan of sweaters."

Without unnecessary words, you grabbed his palm and led him to the living room. After pushing him into the couch, you told him to stay there while you disappeared into another room. Soon, you returned to him, wearing exactly the same sweeter, but in a smaller size. "Look, I knitted both of them so we'd have a matching thing." When you spoke, your voice became low and he could hear your sadness.

As you explained everything to Ivar, he felt even worse for acting like a wayward child. He got up from his place and slowly limped to you, immediately wrapping his hands around your waist. "Baby, I didn't know. I didn't mean to, though. Don't be mad, please?"

Taking a few long moments to gaze into his blue eyes, you smiled barely. "I'm not mad, but I hoped secretly you'd enjoy the gift. I apologise that it's not as fancy as the PlayStation 5 Ubbe gifted you with."

As Ivar kissed the bridge of your nose, he took your face in his palms. "It's a much better gift, silly. Do you know why? It's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, because you made it yourself and put effort and your heart into making it. At least we have matching sweaters now." With his palm firmly gripping yours, he led you into the corridor where a huge mirror hung. As he gazed at your reflections, he leaned his head down and placed his chin on top of your head as he stood in front of the mirror with you. "Just look at us. We're two cuties wearing reindeer sweaters."

Laughing, you turned in his arms, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "Despite being a dick most of the time, you are sometimes tooth-rooting cute. I love you, Ivar."

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Ivar is such a menacing, angry, psychopath and you have turned him into this gentle fluffy bunny. Idk how that is an even bigger turn on but it is! You are feeding my Ivar addiction and doing it well 😍😚

Ivar is a prick, not to mention absolutely terrifying. Don’t get me wrong, we all love the psychopath Ivar, but every now and then I think other sides of Ivar need to be explored. Fluffy Bunny Ivar is the greatest! 

I am here, willing to feed all Ivar addictions. Hey kiddies, want some Ivar? *opens coat and looks shifty* 

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Please could I request Ivar with the prompt "I don't know what you're talking about." ♡

You are AMAZING for doing all these requests! I absolutely LOVE the way that you write ❤️

Drabble Masterlist

The Secret Basket

Contains: Fluff

322 words

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You find something in the cupboard

"Mew, mew, meeeewwww." You were still looking for the sound of the tiny meows, you knew what it was, Ivar had brought in another litter of kittens and their mother inside and mum was calling out for Ivar to feed her. 

You had looked under the bed and in the chests, the last placed you needed to check was the linen cupboard. Upon opening it and moving some sheets, you found the small creatures in a basket, all warm and cosy, the mother, a small black cat, was surrounded by her babies, who were a mix of black, grey and white. You smiled with a head shake, Ivar could never say no to cats in need. Just as you left to get her some raw deer from the kitchen, Ivar walked in. "You want to tell me what's in the cupboard?" 

Ivar broke eye contact, "I don't know what you're talking about."

You shook your head, "the fluffy things currently lying in our bedclothes. Did you at least give her a herb bath so we don't get fleas?"

Ivar smiled, "yes, I did." He lifted his hand, showing you a small parcel wrapped in brown paper, "I brought her some meat from the market, she has to eat so she can feed her babies." You smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

"We can feed her together, the runt is a little grey and black one and I'd like to keep her."

A smile stretched across Ivar's face, "the little white one is already a little bear, I think he would be great in the grain store."

You and Ivar walked over to the cupboard and sat down on some pillows while you hand fed the mother, "next time, just tell me. I can help you look after them so you don't need to do it yourself."

Ivar pressed his forehead to yours, "I love you." 

"I love you too Ivar." 

Fin

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IMAGINE HAVING A BABY WITH IVAR AND GIVING FLOKI A BITTER SWEET SURPRISE

you couldn’t believe it. she was here, she was right here in your arms. her soft brown/blonde hair laying thin and flat against her head. her eyes trying to open, her hands holding your fingers.

she was here.

the labor was long and stressful. it took six hours for any sign of your dilation. but when the kind spoken woman said it was time to push. things fully set in.

you were having a baby. a baby. ivars baby.

ivar had been so good the entire time. holding your hand, rubbing your swollen belly, whispering words of sweet encouragement that kept you going.

and now, because of his support and your strength, she was finally here.

she was resting on your chest, a small light pink wrap keeping her warm. ivar was behind you, his arms holding the both of you.

“she is beautiful” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. moving the hair from your face.

you hummed and held her even closer. this was true bliss. complete and utter bliss.

“she looks like you” you whispered, running your nose along her head. ivar chuckled as she yawned wide.

“she acts like you” he mused, making the both of you laugh. you then looked outside and sighed heavily.

“where is he?” you asked to no one in particular. ivar shrugged and gave your sides a calming rub.

“he will be here, love. just give him time”.

the both of you fell into silence as you continued to stare at this beautiful creature you were blessed with. you knew that both you and ivar didn’t deserve her.

a moment later, you could hear the sound of thunderous footsteps.

then, the door bursted open.

floki was completely out of breath, his shoulders rising and falling with each harsh breath.

he ran a hand over his bald, sweaty head and sucked in a huge breath.

“i. tried. to get here. faster- but”.

“floki. breathe” you said making him smile and giggle breathlessly. he took in several deep breathes and gained his composer. and when he did, he spotted your daughter.

he froze staring at her with wide eyes, his lips forming the ghost of a smile. he moved closer, his eyes never leaving her small form.

he moved lower and sat on his knees, his body facing the three of you.

“beautiful” floki whispered, his finger reaching out to move the blanket from her face to get a better look.

“come here, hold her” you said sitting up with the help of ivar. floki looked hesitant at first, but, took the child none the less.

he hadn’t held a child since......he couldn’t even say his own childs name.

he held this baby girl close, held her with such care and love. he had barely been in the room for five minutes and he was already bewitched by this little girl.

he smiled and poked her nose with the tip of his finger. and the little girl scrunched up her nose, making him giggle.

“have you named her?” he asked, his voice filled with youth, a youth ivar had never seen before.

you looked to ivar for a moment, not knowing if you should say what you were thinking. but, you had to. this had to be done.

“we wanted your permission first, floki” ivar said, making floki look up from the baby to the both of you in confusion.

but he stayed silent, staring at the both of you in question.

you took in a deep breath and smiled at him.

“we were wanting to name her helga”.

a sudden silence filled the room. floki stared at the both of you blank faced, but on the inside, he was ready to burst with happiness.

his heart felt as if it were about to shatter and grow all at the same time.

he went to speak, but couldn’t, his heart caught in his throat. you continued when he didn’t speak.

“and, we were also thinking, that you would be her guardian if anything were to happen to me or ivar”.

floki looked down to the baby girl then and let out a choked sob, with the hint of a happy giggle.

he pressed his lips to the child’s forehead and gently rocked her back and forth.

“yes, i......would love to...i....” floki could barely speak from the rock in his throat, tears building in his lonely eyes.

he looked up at you two and smiled a smile you both hadn’t seen for a long time. he sniffled and hugged the baby closer. you and ivar smiling a bittersweet smile towards the heartbreaking scene before the both of you.

in was in that moment that you both knew you had made the right choice.

“little helga. my little helga”.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT! TOMORROW WILL BE PART TWO OF YOU. ARE. EVERYTHING! <3 lots of love and thanks from me. <3