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Ivar the Boneless Vampire Moodboard attempt.

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PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK Day 2: Favourite Character(s) Ivar the Boneless & Sigtryggr Ivarrsson | Vikings & The Last Kingdom

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Rays-style character icons

For reasons™️, I decided to edit the Xillia cast's Rays icons to match their alternate costumes (X1→X2 for the party, X2→X1 for antagonists). The individual png can be found here (feel free to use).

(Note: this isn't a redrawing, more like an edit/recoloring over the base icon)

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Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless

Screw Them

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings:basically nothing, all empty here

Summary: You want to meet up with Ivar , but accidentally run into your sister. Will you be able to make it to Ivar in Time?

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It was a busy day in Kattegat. Well, nowdays everyday in Kattegat was busy. I smiled, as I made my way through the crowded streets. People were talking, laughing, trading, gambling and so much more. But the people were happy and that's what counted the most.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

I turned around as I recognized the Voice of my older Sister, Lagertha. She walked over to me and only now I noticed that her son, Bjorn was with her. He was around my age, even though he was my nephew. I smiled at him and engulfed him in a hug, saying hello before turning to Lagertha.

"What is my little sister doing here of all things?", she smiled and put her arm around me.

"I've just been walking around a little bit", I smiled,trying to mask my true intentions of meeting up with Ivar.

"All alone?", Bjorn asked curiously, also throwing an arm around my shoulder. We must've looked pretty silly, walking around all huddled up. 

"I was just enjoying my free day", I answered, slowly shaikng both thier arms off of me.

"Working for the queen is not that easy, is it?", Lagertha asked and I shook my head.

"No, it isn't...but tell me, what are you two doing here?", I wonderend and suspciously eyed the two. Did they know about me and Ivar?

"We were just looking around for some fish", Lagertha explained,"The boys need to have a proper meal for once"

She laughend and patted Bjorn's stomach. He quickly pushed her hand away and smiled:"Why don't you join us?"

My thoughts were racing, trying to find a proper excuse to not have to go with them. I was already late, I couldn't risk loosing anymore time. 

"Great idea, it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite sister", Lagertha agreed.

"I'm your only sister", I mumbled, rubbing my neck,"Actually, I would like to spend this time by myself, you know. It's not often that I get a little break from everything"

Lagertha's expression changed from exited to concerned in under a second:"Are you all right?"

I nodded:"I am fine, I just...want some alone time, to clear my head and such"

"Alright then, we'll see you for Dinner", Lagertha said and pulled me in for a goodbye hug.

I said my goodbyes to both of them and then hurried through the busy streets. I have to admit, I had to push a few people out of the way, but as I entered the forrest, I was able to gain a little speed and a few minutes later, I had reached my destination. 

Stopping in front of the little cliff, from were you could see the entirety of Kattegat, I leaned on my knee's for support, trying to catch my breath.

"You're late"

I looked up. I could only see his back, but I still knew exactly who it was, that sat there in front of me.

"I ran into my sister", I explained after I caught my breath. I got up and slowly walked over to him,"Had to make up some dump excuses for me wanting to be alone and shit"

He chuckled at my words and finally turned around. A smile on his face, he spoke up:"I thought you'd stand me up"

My features softened at his words and I stepped closer, grabbing his hand:"I would never"

Ivar granted me a smile and softly pulled me onto his lap. Without saying anything, he carefully placed his lips on my neck, kissing his way up to my lips. I sighed at his actions and right  before his lips reached mine, he stopped. I felt his hand reach for my cheek and he softly carressed my face. His steel blue eyes bore into mine. He seemed to wait for a reaction of mine. I smiled and slowly overcame those last few centimeters between us. His lips were slightly chapped, as he pressed them against mine, his arms grasping my waist and pulling me closer.

I sighed against his lips. I had missed him. We hadn't been able to meet up for weeks, now it was like he was oxygen and I needed him to survive.

As we finally parted, Ivar looked more out of breath than after killing a whole lot of saxons. His cheeks were reddened and his lips were slightly parted. I slowly raised my hand and carressed his bottom lip with my thump. Ivar closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

"I misssed you", He mumbled quietly.

"I missed you too", I smiled. Ivar reciprocated my smile and let his head fall against my shoulder. I raised my arms to rest around his neck, gently pulling him closer to me.

"I can't wait to spend this day with you", he grinned, softly kissing my shoulder.

"I have to leave for dinner with Lagertha later", I confessed.

Ivar looked back up at me.

"Screw them!", He mumbled before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. He was right, Screw them...

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Ivar & Floki - having fun killing Christians.

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Blood doesn't make family, love does.

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Ivar The Boneless edits by me

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Thanks for answering my ask I would like to see the funny quote

Hvitserk: Ubbe is definitely my favorite brother.

Ivar, remebering all of the time Hvitserk stayed with him even though he was being a bitch: Are you sure about that?

Ubbe, remebering all of the time Hvitserk followed Ivar even though Ivar was being a bitch: Are you sure about that?

Bjorn, Sigurd, Ragnar, and everyone that has ever met Hvitserk and Ivar: Are you sure about that?

Hvitserk: UBBE IS MY FAVORITE BROTHER!!!!

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#Back at writing Ivar the boneless fanfiction Ivar the boneless: oh by the gods no, not again...

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Tafl

Summary: Ragnar returns to Kattegat and Ivar demands a game of tafl. His guilt made it impossible for him to refuse his youngest.

Another shortie. Can't believe it's been so long since I've written anything from Ragnar's POV (shout out to my first Vikings fic "An Unkindness of Ravens" on ao3).

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“Play tafl with me.” 

It was more a demand than a request, which was more or less expected. Ivar was a prince. He was probably rather used to getting what he wanted from a few words and an unsettling stare. The right of royalty, after all. To get whatever they want because of their station, and the price that they would have to pay for that is their happiness and their genial way of living. Ragnar would know. He experienced both. He was a follower to a king, and then a king to followers. He was happier as a lackey and less content as a king. Strange how the world worked sometimes. 

Guilt refused Ragnar to shut his son down. He owed him this if anything. 

What type of father abandoned his sons? His children? His flesh and blood children that he was so sure was his right in this world where so many children are cast aside to die or already meet with Hela the second they enter the waking world. Sometimes taking the mother with them. The giver of their life, and they take it away. Ivar almost took away Aslaug’s. 

He shouldn’t have come back. He should’ve let Kattegat be content with the image that their King was dead. He didn’t deserve to talk to his son, any of them. Especially Ivar, who was, ironically, the most joyous of his prodigal father’s wayward return.

He deserved no forgiveness. He knew. 

However, If Ragnar was anything, he was a selfish man. Always has been, it seemed. 

In a pathetic attempt to give Ivar a memory with his father that did not center around abandonment, he nodded yes, and gave a small smile. Ivar returned his smile with one of his own. He was a beautiful boy, with his unblemished skin, dark hair,  pink lips, and owlish eyes, too blue than was normal. Another stab of guilt struck Ragnar at his side as he thought about the day he left Ivar to the wolves. 

“Alright then.” 

They played tafl, and Ivar’s chin rested on his palm as he studied the board. So far, they were evenly matched. It was as hard to get a good move on Ivar as it was hard for Ivar to get a good move on him. Silence shrouded both men as they thought about the best way to defeat the other. Ragnar thought about losing to Ivar on purpose, but that would be nugatory and perhaps even insulting to the boy. 

Small talk, then.

“Who taught you to play,” Ragnar asked quietly as he moved a pawn. Ivar bit his lip gently at that move as he noticed that one of his attackers was rather vulnerable. He moved that piece instead.

Ragnar taught Gydja how to play (sometimes, he still wept for her), Ragnar taught Bjorn how to play (not that well, it seemed), Ragnar taught Ubbe and Hvitserk how to play, and he even began teaching Sigurd how to play before he disappeared. 

“Ubbe did, actually. Mother taught me all the tricks, though.” 

Aslaug was a smart woman. What she did to Kattegat was not only impressive but everything that Ragnar wished he could do if he lived in a world without fortune and gold. It was a shame that her efforts went more to people praising Ragnar’s legacy than they did for her name. She deserved it, not him. She deserved so much more than Ragnar and his petty words and looks and actions.

He pitied the mother of his sons for being tied to him. Not by love either. 

“Did she now?” 

Ivar nodded. “Of course. Mother is smart. Too smart for you.”

Ragnar snorted softly. “Fair enough. Does she still play tafl with you?” 

At that Ivar frowned. “No, not really. She’s too busy with Kattegat. Honestly, we don’t even really see her all that much except during dinner. I’d play with Ubbe, but he’s either training to be king or out hunting. Hvitserk is a fool. Sigurd hates me. I try to play with Floki when he comes around. Usually, though, I just go to the meadhouse and play there.” 

“Well, it is good that you have a place to play. Tafl makes you think. It makes you better at understanding and reading other people. And that is a skill that is priceless when you become a leader.” 

Ivar smirked at that, probably imagining a scenario like that in his head. Of being a leader. He would be one day. Ragnar was sure. 

“You should play more, then. I expected better of my great, famous father, Ragnar Lothbrok.”

“What-”

For the dramatics, Ivar slammed his winning piece on a square and Ragnar’s king now had nowhere to go. 

“I win,” he grinned.

Ragnar gaped like a fish at the board.

“You just got lucky.”

Ivar hummed, satisfied. 

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@vikingsevents Autumnal Equinox Event: | Day 2: Favourite Episode: 6x20

The epic saga which began with Ragnar Lothbrok, the first Vikings leader to emerge from the mists of legend, comes to an end in a spectacular and shocking series finale which finds striking the new land and in England. ~ IMDB

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Gifs 500*281 - Alex Høgh Andersen - Ivar | Vikings

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