#ivar fic

[bjornswoman]

Destruction XII

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

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x Reader.

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

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of pregnancy.

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

A couple of months later.

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

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

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

Flashback – Two months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t, Ivar.”

“You are mine.”

“I am yours.”

End of flashback.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Freydis told him."

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

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

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

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

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

Flashback – Two months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You breathed heavily and looked his angry face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of flashback.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Later that night.

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

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

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

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

"Why so?"

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

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

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

"What do you want me to mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, wife."

You giggled when you heard him calling you wife.

"I love you, husband."

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

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[miss-madness67]

It Is You (Ivar The Boneless)

Ivar the Boneless drabble

Imagine you are the one that catches Ivar's eyes, not Freydis.

The crowd is overly excited by the army’s return to Kattegat, they had finally avenged the death of Ragnar Lothbrok. I had not taken long to recruit the great heathen army, and less to decimate the Saxons. Most of the hassle had been travel discrepancies and what to do after. Now with all that finally over, Vikings have a chance to celebrate victory. It is no surprise, then, when the great hall is completely packed with drunk people in the late hours of the night. The celebration of the great heathen army’s conquest is something to brag about, and Ivar the Boneless is doing precisely that.

You have never seen the Viking prince in person, considering that you are not a shieldmaiden, and could not go to avenge Ragnar. Also, you grew up in Ringerike, not Kattegat, thus you never encountered him during your childhood. You have heard the stories, though, not only the most recent ones about his victory against the Saxons, but also those speaking of his cruelty and quick temper. And so when you came to welcome your brother back from fighting in England, it was not in your plan to cross paths with Ivar the Boneless. However, once you entered the great hall, your destiny was entangled with his.

He is not the only man that stares at you more than he should, but his gaze is so intense that you can not shake it off. It burns through your skin like fire, stealing all of your attention from your brother’s words. When you look up, Ivar is already glancing your way. He does not smile or try to approach you like the rest of the men, he just stares.  His look is heated but not loaded with anger, it is something else. No one has ever gazed at you like that, it has such desire and amazement. It makes you feel like a goddess. So, while your brother is still talking, you leave his side to introduce yourself to the cruel prince. That is the first step that changes your life.

Tags: @cdauni @justsomecreaturewandering

[literaryuppsala]

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand.

Title: Another Taylor Swift song, I used ivy again and I am not sorry.

Pairing: Ivar x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ivar saves you in every way a woman can be saved.

Words: 6k(ish).

Warnings: Alright guys, bear with me cause we're going on a wild ride. Reader gets kidnaped by Harald and he tries to rape her (twice). Nothing happens cause our very own savior Mr. Ivar Lodbrok comes and saves the day. There's smut too, it's reader's first time, and it's Ivar's first time too, It's everything very soft. EXPLICIT, sex and violence, minors do not interact.

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. Guys this is that scene in the Troy 2004 movie where Achilles saves Briseis, every resemblance is not a coincidence and every credit goes to Wolfgang Petersen, the director. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.  

The first thing you remembered from that night was the pain. As you were dragged out of your hiding place in the church your body drowned in the most excruciating pain you ever felt. You were pulled by your hair like you weighed nothing, that man would grunt like an animal, speak a language you didn’t quite know and look down at you with a scary smile plastered all over his face.

You screamed and struggled but as the seconds went by you learned that no matter how hard you fought you had no chance against him. Once he got tired of your shifting, he punched you hard on the head and everything went black. 

A few hours later, the screaming woke you up, you found yourself bound to a tree while those same men screamed and laughed around you. As your heart started to race you noticed when one of them walked over to you, a creepy smirk on his face as he approached furtively until he was in front of you, one hand rested against the tree while the other held a cup. He smelled your hair, then your neck, dragging his nose against your skin while you tried to squirm away. 

“Never been in between the legs of a christian woman.” He growled, bringing his wet finger to the cleavage of your chemise, then spilling the liquid on his cup over your breasts. “And I would love to be in between yours.” 

He tried to kiss you but you bit his lip, strong enough to open a cut, his blood filled your taste buds and you spat down on the ground as he winced in pain, moving away a little and staring at you angrily. He quickly rubbed his opened lip with the back of his hand before closing it into a fist and punching you on your stomach. 

You gasped. The strong man hit your face with more punches before signing to one of his friends to come close. They untied your arms then and dragged you towards the circle of men out there. They screamed like beasts, raising their cups and laughing at your pain. While one of them held your arms on your back, the other ripped your chemise in half, showing off your naked body to their hungry eyes. 

“After I have my way with her, you can have her.” The same man who tried to kiss you growled while untying his tunic, but before he could do anything, another voice screamed from somewhere, putting everyone else in silence. 

“Keep your cock to yourself, Harald.”  

You widened your eyes, staring blankly over that man’s shoulder. Another man, a younger one this time, walked calmly from a hiding place deep into the woods. A small group of people, a few women included, followed him close behind. 

“And why would I do that?”  The man you learned to be named ‘Harald’ turned on his back and answered with gritted teeth. 

“Because I told you to.” His smug face sent shivers down your spine. 

“I don’t feel like doing what you tell me to do, Ivar.” 

“You say that like I care about what you feel like doing, Harald.” He sighed. “I am very sorry If I gave you the wrong feeling that you have a say on this, because you don’t.” 

“Don’t forget you’re out here on my back, little Ivar. The ships out there are mine, most of the men here are mine.” He grunted, grabbing him by his arm angrily. “And I am getting tired of you Ragnarssons stepping in my way.”

“And you have five of us to worry about.” Another insignificant head sign and four more northmen gathered around them and pulled him off of Ivar who pulled his own sword out of his belt and pointed at his neck. 

You took that chance to hit the man behind you with your elbow as strong as you could. He released you in surprise but before you were able to run another one grabbed you, hugging you tightly against his chest. 

“Take her to my tent.” Ivar ordered firmly. “And you…” He pushed the sword into his skin. “Stay away from her.” 

You were calmly taken to Ivar’s tent, your body was treated with a lot more care this time, the man behind you didn’t dare to look at your bare body, covering your shoulders with the heavy fur he had on his hand. Once you were inside, he made you sit down on a pile of other furs gathered on the floor. A minute later Ivar pulled himself in, only then you noticed his legs and his crutches. 

“My name is Ivar.” He grunted tiredly while pulling a chair to sit down, shifting in pain. “This is my brother Hvitserk.” He pointed to him. “We are…”

“The Ragnarssons.” You interrupted them. “I heard the stories.” 

“We are very sorry for the way you were treated before.” Ivar continued. 

“Would you treat me differently sir?” You teased defiantly. 

“I just saved your life.” He answered with a knowing smirk. 

“With what intentions?” You insisted.

“The intention to save your life.” He shrugged. 

“I don’t believe that.” 

“Then what are you doing in my tent? You can go out there if you want.” 

You didn’t answer that, looked over the tent opening and then down your lap. 

“Go find Ubbe and our men.” Ivar dropped on the floor and crawled towards you. “Keep Harald and his dogs away from here.” 

“Stop telling me what to do, Ivar.” Hvitserk talked finally and didn’t seem happy. 

“So do you prefer to let them in?” He asked impatiently and his brother just grunted. “Bring me that bowl and a rag. You can leave after.” 

Once both of you were alone, Ivar took the wet cloth close to your face but you slapped it away. He tried It again, you slapped it again. He tried one more time and you kept slapping It until he gave up and threw the cloth on your face. You took it yourself and started to wipe the stains of dry blood spread on your skin.

“You were brave out there.” He sighed without looking at you.

“Brave enough to defend myself when I am attacked? Even a dog has that courage…” You grunted out, wetting the cloth and once again taking it to your face, cleaning the fresh wounds. 

“It’s not easy to do that once you’re held by a bunch of hungry dogs. They hurt and threatened you, still you didn’t make it any easier for them. It takes courage to do that.” He was looking at you while talking, you couldn’t help your wandering eyes to drop onto his legs. “You didn’t expect much help from a cripple, did you?” 

“What happened to them?” You dared to ask.

“I guess I just wasn't the gods’ favorite.” He answered while looking at his legs and then back at you.

“There’s only one true God.” You hissed, moving your gaze away from that man.

“To you.” He answered knowingly. “That’s quite a boring statement to me, you know? I truly believe it’s not possible for only one God to look after this whole creation. That would be too much work for only one.” 

“There’s no such thing as too much work for God. He takes care of all his creations, we are his children, he has power to take care of us all.” 

“Yeah? And where were him while you were out there being hurt by Harald and his men?” He asked with a curious smile. “If you’re his child, why would he let you suffer so much?” You didn’t have the answer for that question, but couldn’t look away from Ivar’s gaze. “See, my Gods would never let bad things happen to their children, but not every viking out there is a son of a God. My father was. And so are we, me and my brothers.” 

“You just said you’re not your gods’ favorite.” 

“You saw my men looking down as I walked past them, didn’t you? That wouldn’t happen to any cripple.” He grunted once more. “I might not be the gods’ favorite, little one, but I’m certainly part of the good ones.” 

You spent the next few days hiding inside Ivar’s tent. Hvitserk and a girl called Torvi would come in with food and water for you during the day, Ivar would come back by night and a man would always stay outside whenever you were alone. You didn’t feel like a prisoner, but never felt free to go either, not alone at least. 

Every night you would watch while Ivar slept peacefully, snoring softly with one hand on his naked chest and the other under his head, never paying any mind to you, leaving his knives and weapons at your reach. Every night the idea crossed your mind, taking one of those knives, taking his life and running back to the city, back to Wessex and your old life, but that seemed so far away that you would always brush the thoughts away. 

After days of sleeping only a few hours your body was giving up already, couldn’t bear to stay awake, but could never rest when sleeping, never letting yourself to lay down all of your defenses. Until one day, the silence outside gave you no warning about the abrupt pull on your ankles, your body was dragged outside the tent through the muddy ground until you felt his weight on you, his half naked body dragging over yours and the bad smell of ale coming out of his mouth. 

“Little bunny got all alone tonight, what a pity.” He grunted while messily kissing your neck.

“Release me!” You mumbled, trying to push him off of you, struggling with your legs trying to avoid him between your thighs. “HELP!” You screamed as loud as you could. 

“Keep screaming… I like that.” 

You heard when he, once again, ripped your new chemise appart, his muddy hands staining your untouched skin, rubbing painfully. The drizzle turned into a full on rainstorm, the noise swallowing your screams when he finally made It between your thighs, taking one of his hands between your bodies. Once again, he tried to kiss you and you bit his lips as strong as you could, sticking your thumbs on his eyes and making him roll off of you in pain. 

Without giving It a second thought, you ran. You ran as fast as you could through the woods, hearing while the drunk viking ran right after you, feelin the broken branches piercing through the skin of your feet, looking behind your shoulders trying to keep an eye on the man behind you. You ran for what felt like an eternity until you bumped into something, into someone and when you raised your eyes you couldn’t help but feel relieved. 

“Ivar.” You mumbled, tugging at his armor, nuzzling into his body, hugging him tightly like he was your life line, the only thing keeping you breathing. You didn’t even notice the group of people surrounding him, when he wrapped you under his arm everything else vanished and all you could sense was him and the strange sense of safety he brought to you.

“What happened? What are you doing out here?” He asked, worry all over his tone as he grabbed the back of your neck, his body trembling while trying to keep you with one arm and hold the crutch with the other. “What happened, little one?” 

You didn’t have to answer, Harald finally reached you and you felt Ivar’s body stiff against yours immediately. You turned your head a little looking at Harald over your shoulder. Then you hugged him tighter, hiding your face into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes and trying to completely erase Harald from your mind. 

It took a few minutes of silence until Ivar hopped up his chariot with you under his arm, the storm was getting stronger by the minute and you refused to let go of his body. Still holding onto him, as Ivar left with the carriage, you looked around quickly, in time to see Hvitserk and Ubbe dismount from their horses and head towards Harald, you closed your eyes again and leaned into Ivar’s body, hugging him until you reached the camp. 

He didn’t say anything, but every time you shook in fear, he hugged you tighter. Once you got there, both of you left the chariot behind with another man, and headed to his tent as fast as you could. He couldn’t hug you while walking, but he made sure to hold your hand until you finally entered the tent. Before you could say anything, someone else showed up and Ivar’s features immediately hardened. 

“Ivar…” He started, but was interrupted just as fast.

“Out.” Ivar grunted under his breath, the young man looked at you, a silent plea before walking out. “Stay inside.” He ordered firmly to you before following his man out.

Your eyes followed him, the little spaces between the tent fabric showing half of the scene that was unwinding outside. 

“What happened?” You heard as he asked angrily. “You left her alone?” He shouted. 

“I got distracted for a moment and…” The young man stuttered in response.

Before he could finish, Ivar pulled his sword from his belt and moved towards him, you yelled in panic:

“No!” You jumped out of the tent towards Ivar grabbing his forearm before he could cut the poor man’s throat. 

“What are you doing?” He yelled at you. 

“No more killing!” You yelled back. 

The storm was unrelenting, and even though It was hard to see, you watched as the adam’s apple on Ivar’s throat went up and down, as if he was carefully thinking about his next words. Your body was the only thing between Ivar and that man, you were his only protection. 

“What are you talking about?? It’s his fault Harald almost…”

“It’s nobody’s fault but Harald’s. And even If It was his fault, his death wouldn’t change what happened.” You insisted. “I don’t want anyone getting killed in my name.” 

“You should be honored.”

“Innocent blood spilled for nothing, there's no reason to be honored. I won’t be an excuse for another man’s death!” 

Ivar looked at you like you were insane, but gave up eventually, dropping his sword and sighing loudly. He then pushed you inside the tent and looked over his shoulder before following you inside. 

“I wonder if I had Harald under my sword you would have the same reaction.” He mumbled while starting to untie his upper body’s armor. “Not so innocent blood, right?” 

“It’s not your right to take any man’s life.” You mouthed, crossing your arms around yourself. “He will be punished for his sins.” 

“You seem very certain about that.” He grunted as he pushed his soaked tunic over his head, showing off the wounds on his chest. You looked away, turning your back at him. “I could use some help.” 

“I can’t. You’re naked.” You answered shyly. 

“Isn’t your god teaching you to help the ones in need?” You heard as he fell with a tud on the chair, a tiny whimper following right after. “I’m the one in need at the moment.”

“You can do it by yourself. I saw you do it by yourself before.” You insisted, looking over your shoulder discreetly and finding his sparkling blue eyes looking right back at you. You shivered, turning your face again. 

“Yes, but before I wasn’t coming back from a battle. I’m wounded, little one.”  

“I can’t… I can’t!” 

Another muffled laugh sent shivers down your body, you heard while he struggled with the crutches, next thing he dropped on the ground and crawled over the makeshift bed, only in his trousers, as always. After sitting over the furs, he cleaned himself a bit before laying down completely, covering his body and protecting himself from the cold. 

“You should take off these wet rags.” He grunted, looking at you. 

“I don’t have anything else to put on.” You whispered in response. 

He laughed again, a humorless laugh as he looked at you in disbelief. 

“You don’t have anything to worry about, little one. There’s nothing working down my waist. Even If I wanted to do anything with you, I wouldn’t be able to.” 

“I-I… I don’t believe you.” You looked at him with widened eyes.  

“I guess you won’t be sharing the bed with me either.” He mumbled with a smirk. 

“You know I won’t.” 

“That’s a pity. It’s very warm down here.” 

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, only then you went to your corner, sitting down on the ground hugging your own legs against your chest, trying to stay warm.  Either way, after the first hour your trembling body won the battle against your morals, you got rid of the ripped off rags and carefully laid down under the covers, right next to Ivar. 

Your body warmed up almost immediately and you finally stopped shaking. You turned to your side, trying your best to keep some distance from Ivar but keeping an eye on him. He sighed suddenly and your body stiffed, scared he might try anything with you, but he just moved both of his arms under his head. You looked at him shyly, curiosity taking the best of you while you tried to understand what every figure painted on his chest could possibly mean. 

“You’re staring.” His voice startled you. 

“I-I thought you were sleeping.” You mumbled shyly. 

“I was. You woke me up.” He turned his head to look at you, a grin plastered on his face. 

“I am… Sorry.” You swallowed hard. 

“Come.” He growled, pulling you into his arms, your naked chest pressed against his. 

“What are you doing?” You snapped, pushing him away from you.

“Warming you up. Stop pushing me, I told you nothing can happen between us.” He insisted, but you kept pushing him away until you turned on your back, reaching for the knife he had left on the floor and quickly putting It against his neck. 

“Killing me It’s a terrible plan, little one.” He whispered, his hands pressing against your back while you kept the knife against the skin of his neck. “But that’s your decision. So… Go ahead.” 

Ivar raised his head giving you enough space to slit his throat If you wanted to. Your hands were shaking, your heart was racing against your chest and your breathing was erratic, you stared at him in panic. 

“You’re insane.” You whispered. 

“So I've been told.” He answered, moving his neck until the knife crossed the first layer of skin, a thin line of blood oozed down his neck. He then lowered his head, catching your gaze with his, a knowing grin spreading all over his face. 

You didn’t notice he was moving, not until his lips touched yours softly. At first you freezed, widened your eyes staring blankly into his, but then you parted your lips a little, letting the viking suck your lower lip into his mouth. He pulled away, he seemed as surprised as you were. 

“Will you take this off of my neck, little one?” He asked, and you nodded, pulling the knife away. “Let me kiss you again…” He inhaled, nipping at his bottom lip with a hopeful look, his eyes locked on yours.

Slowly, you pulled away a little, relaxing the grip around the knife. Ivar rolled off of you, laying on top of you, his thigh bending between your legs while his hands grabbed at your waist. He kissed you again, parting his lips and waiting until you parted yours so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue slowly massaging yours until he distracted you enough so he could take the knife from your hands and throw It away. 

That was your first kiss and you blindly followed his silent commands, repeating his moves a little awkwardly. Ivar pulled away only when he had to breathe, and you followed his face with your eyes closed, yearning for his mouth. You didn’t see the smile forming on his lips before he kissed you again, grabbing your arms and putting ‘em around his own neck. 

The weight of his chest kneading on your breasts was slowly making you ache between your legs and his thigh pressing against your core wasn’t helping either, every flex of his muscle sent shock waves through your body, your hips moving on its own accord seeking uncontrollably for the new sensation he was bringing to you. 

Without noticing, Ivar started to do the same, grinding against your thigh, his right hand searching between your bodies until it found your breast, kneading at the flesh, teasing your nipple with the tip of his fingers. 

When the air became thin again, Ivar dropped his lips to your neck, starting to suck purple marks from your sensitive skin, making you shudder. Your hands found his braided hair and you let slip the tiniest moan, dragging a low grunt from his throat. 

His sinful mouth kept his tour down your body until his lips latched at your nipple, sucking and teasing the little nub until it became pebbled and did the same with the other, sucking it into his mouth like a newborn baby.

Ivar opened your legs with his hips and, giving no time for you to protest, licked down your belly until he found your core, latching at your wet folds, sipping at your juices like the finest, the sweetest wine. You widened your eyes at the new feeling, arching your back on the bed as you gripped the furs under your body. 

“Ivar…” You moaned shyly. He didn’t stop, starting to suck on your clit feverishly, making you gasp. 

He kept sucking on you, messily sucking on you until you were dripping through the corners of his mouth, you could sense your core getting wetter and wetter by the minute, a weird coil on your lower belly started to form and you felt like you needed to go to the bathroom. You tried to pull away from his grip, but both of his hands held your hips in place and you felt his tongue enter you, you moaned loud, calling his name, closing your eyes as you buckled up against his mouth.

“Ivar!” You called again, still trying to push him away. 

Your legs started to shake and as the coil snapped you pressed his head between your thighs, moaning loudly when you reached your peak without actually knowing what had happened. 

Ivar kept licking on you for what felt like an eternity, before stopping to look at you from down there. You closed your eyes and covered your face feeling utterly embarrassed. You felt as he moved but then he stayed quiet, you looked between your fingers just to see him in awe staring at his own cock. Curious, you finally uncovered your face and sat down, looking at him with a frown. 

“It never happened before.” He murmured, still looking at his up and proud cock, head an angry shade of red, leaking profusely down his length. “It ne-never…” He raised his eyes to stare at you, eyes widened. 

“What?” You asked in shock, eyes focusing on his impressive size. 

“My cock. It never… Worked before.” He whispered, reaching for your hand, pulling it until you touched him. “I made you cum and got hard…” 

“Be-because… Because of… Me?” You blinked, looking at him while letting him move your hand up and down his length. 

Ivar closed his eyes, lips parting as he sighed heavily. You looked at him, feeling strangely proud of yourself. Your fingers slipped easily, he was wet and hot against your palm, and as he moaned softly, all you wanted was to keep dragging those beautiful sounds from him. But all of that was completely new territory for you, an open field, you didn’t want to hurt him. 

“Ivar… H-help me… I don’t know what… What to do.” You whispered shyly, making him open his eyes, his beautiful, sparkling, glossy eyes staring down at you like you were some kind of treasure. 

“You don’t…” He gasped as you pressed your fingers around his girth. “Have to… Oh Gods…” He moaned again, eyes now focused on your hand. 

You smiled to yourself, releasing his cock and crawling over to him until you were sitting on your calves, right by his side. You raised your hand to touch him again, but he stopped you. 

“Sit on me.” He commanded, hands on your hips trying to pull you in. 

You widened your eyes, scared. You kneeled on the furs as he held your hips, opening your legs trying to make you straddle him. You held onto his shoulders for balance and grunted in fear. 

“Wait… Wait… Ivar…” 

He stopped and looked at you, he seemed just as nervous as you were. You swallowed hard, tears gathering on the corners of your eyes. You blinked scared and his grip loosened a bit, only then you felt his hands shaking. 

“I’m… I’m sorry, little one.” He breathed and was about to release you when you held his hand. 

“Won’t be comfortable for you…” You murmured shyly, moving away from his lap and kneeling beside him again, he blinked confused. “Can you… Can you lay down, please?” 

He nodded, moving over the furs until he laid down completely. You took a deep breath before straddling him again, you were wet enough to drip onto his hard cock, either way Ivar licked his fingers and touched you, smearing your juices with his saliva, making you even more wet. With his other hand he held his length, lining It with your center, your hands on each side of his head, eyes focused on his waist. 

“Look at me.” He asked and you obeyed, looking up at his face. “Are you sure?” 

“Just… Just… Just… Wait a second…” You took a deep breath before closing your eyes and nodding. 

“But I need you to look at me.” He begged, his voice was trembling just like his hands. You obeyed, looking down at him with hooded eyes. 

Slowly, you began to sit down on him, the head of his cock pressing into you, opening you. You bit on your lower lip, the stretch burning against your walls as he slowly entered you. When he found a thin barrier he stopped completely, holding up your hips .

“Ivar…” You whined, looking at him with glossy eyes. 

“Hug me.” He asked and you nodded, moving down on him until your head found the crook of his neck, hands on his shoulders.

He kept you in place for a few more minutes, your walls hugging tightly around him while he used all his strength to wait for your time, he didn’t want to hurt you, not too much at least. Your heart was beating fast and loud on your head, you were breathing rapidly, frantically. 

“You’re doing so good for me.” He mumbled, lips finding the skin of your shoulders as he started to suck brand new marks on you. Taking his kisses to your neck, Ivar moved your hair from his way, starting to lick on your sensitive skin, doing his best to distract you again. 

You started to moan, absently moving on your hips, your walls fluttering around his girth. You kissed him, holding his face, letting him push you down a little more. You whined against his lips, breathing heavily as he kept pushing you down until he was balls deep into you. Both of you parted the kiss so you could moan loudly, Ivar closing his eyes as he felt your walls gripping him like a vice. 

“Oh gods… This is…This is Valhalla…” He groaned. 

Your vision was blurred by your tears, you never felt that full before, or that vulnerable. Ivar’s hands started to run up and down your sweaty back, whispering praises into the shell of your ear like prayers to a god, to a goddess. His hips started to buckle, his throbbing cock twitching inside you as your walls shuddered and your hips started to grind down, unconsciously meeting his timid thrusts. 

“That’s It, little one, that’s it.” He mumbled in awe, both of his closed as he pressed you against his body. 

Ivar covered your shoulder skin in kisses, thrusted up into you very slowly, waiting for you to meet down with your hips. Your cries were muffled against his neck, but as the burning sensation started to fade, your body started to seek the same feeling he brought to you with his mouth. 

With your hands on each side of his head, you raised your upper body, unconsciously pressing your hips down even more, the new angle making the head of his cock nudge against a spot inside you, you had no idea was there, but sent electric shock waves through your body and dragged a loud mewl from your throat. You did It again, rolling your lips until you found that same spot, Ivar’s hands finding home on your hips letting you move the way you wanted. 

“You’re so beautiful…” He whispered, looking at your throbbing slit. “So beautiful, little-oh-little one…”

Ivar moaned, one of his hands leaving your hip to knead on your breast, your hands quickly meeting his, covering them while you started to move a little faster. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, the feeling on your lower belly started to show up again, making you roll your hips faster. You felt when his hand snaked around your neck, squeezing softly. Your breath hitched and you gasped, his free thumb met your throbbing clit while you began to bounce up and down on his cock. 

It was like your body knew exactly what you needed, while your brain went completely blank except for Ivar’s name, your hips circled, rolled and bounced naturally. Both your hands clung to the one he had around your neck, the coil on your belly became tighter and tighter by the minute and the mewls escaping through your parted lips mixed with Ivar’s grunts, filling the tent and probably soaring outside too. 

“Ivar…” You started but got cut off by one particularly deep thrust, moaning softly. 

“I know. I got you, you can cum on my cock. Make a mess for me, please.” His pleas came out as a broken cry, the sound went straight to your core, the coil snapped finally and you felt yourself clenching down on his cock. Ivar followed you close behind, a warm liquid spurted inside you and dripped down your core onto his cock and pelvis. 

With your eyes closed, you fell on his chest, breathing heavily while he hugged you tightly, one hand on your head, caressing your hair while the other pressed down on your back. You stayed like this for a moment, Ivar’s cock slipping out of you after a minute or two. His chest went up and down against yours, rapidly after first, but then slowed down and yours followed. 

Ivar moved under you and you squealed in surprise, moving your head to look at him, at his neck to be more specific. He looked down, his eyes meeting yours making you blush and hide your face on the curve of his neck, avoiding his gaze. He laughed softly. 

“No need to get all shy on me now.” He whispered, moving the strands of hair from your face. 

“It’s easier saying it than doing it.” You answered, still hiding. 

He laughed again, keeping his hands on your body and for whatever reason, none of that felt wrong, quite the opposite. But you still didn’t know what to say, your brain started working fast, seeking for the dark side of that, of him. Slowly you became scared of the future. 

“Am I still your prisoner?” You asked after some time. 

“You never were.” He answered quickly. “But…” 

“But what?”

“I don’t want you to go. I’ll be sad if you go.” 

You finally looked at him, he looked back. Ivar seemed so young and vulnerable, far away from the scary man you were used to seeing. 

“I want you to stay, little one. Stay with me.” He begged, hand meeting the side of your face and you unconsciously leaned into his hand. 

You didn’t answer right away, after a moment he fell asleep and you finally found the courage to run away, you grabbed one of Ivar’s tunics and ran, making room for yourself through the woods until you finally reached the gates of Wessex. The guards saw you and immediately opened It, your fiancée jumping down the stairs until he reached you on the floor, pulling you in for a hug. 

“Thank God you’re safe.” He whispered. “I thought I lost you forever!” He grabbed your face with both of his hands, leaning his forehead against yours. 

Everything you knew was different then. Your hometown, your fiancée, your life. Looking into his eyes didn’t bring you any comfort or sense of safety, not as you found with Ivar. He looked at you for a moment before frowning. 

“What did they do to you?” He asked angrily.

“Nothing.” You answered, holding his hands and pulling them away from your face. “I just need to go home, please.” You whispered. 

He then covered your body that was half naked to protect you from prying eyes and walked you to the house you lived with your sister. Your parents had died years before, living both of you by yourselves, as soon as you got there she hugged you tightly, crying softly on your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry!” She whispered on your neck. “I shouldn’t have left you alone in the church.” 

“It’s past now.” You tried to calm her down. 

“Come, I’ll help you clean yourself.”

You said goodbye to your fiancée while she prepared a bath for you. As soon as you entered the wooden tub, the stains of blood between your thighs turned the water slightly pink. Your sister saw It but didn’t say anything, helping you to clean yourself completely. Moments later, you were sitting on your bed, covered in a clean dress while she brushed your hair. 

“Are you alright?” She asked shyly and you just nodded in response. 

As soon as you found yourself alone, you looked out of the window of your room, the night started to paint the sky a dark shade of blue that reminded you of his eyes. You felt deeply empty, for whatever reason, Ivar was the only thing on your mind. You looked around, none of that felt as familiar as his arms, as warm as his bed. You hugged yourself, feeling dirty, tears gathering around your eyes as you found yourself missing him. 

Later, the screaming outside your house woke you up and just like you felt the drops of the rain on your skin on a stormy day, you felt his presence. You got up, sat up on your bed and looked out of the window again. The impulse was uncontrollable, you just left. Ran through your door, towards the noise because you knew he would be there. 

When your eyes found his, the sparkling blue lit up under the dim light of the fire surrounding him. He surely seemed like a god bringing chaos into your lull. He seemed hurt, he looked at you angrily at first, but then the relief painted down his features. 

Your fiancée grabbed you by your forearm, dragging you through the mess of screaming people while you struggled to get released, you screamed but he didn’t seem to hear you. For a moment you gave up until you heard his voice, right behind you both. He approached in his chariot, crossing in front you and stopping you in your tracks. 

Ivar didn’t say anything, he looked at you. He looked at you and for the very first time you felt truly seen. He offered you his hand and without a second thought you jumped into his chariot, straight into his arms. He then smiled at you, beautifully, dragging a smile from your lips before kissing you feverishly. 

“Let’s go home, little one.” He whispered against your lips, before leaving all that mess behind. 

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His Shieldmaiden/ 5

Pairing- Ivar the Boneless x Named Reader

Word count- 7.4k

Includes- threats, reader has a surprise for Ivar, sex from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A few days later

"Thank you", Prince Dir tells me when Joanne, Igor and I bring him to the drop off point

His guards were waiting to take him far from his crazed brother Oleg

"I will recuperate, gather my forces and send messengers to you to let you know of my progress"

He looks to Igor, "I will come back and see you crowned. I promise"

Igor smiles at him and nods

"We are ready", he says, looking at Joanne, then at me, "Say your goodbyes quickly"

His guards help him into the cart that is attached to horses

"What goodbyes?", she asks

I turn to face her, knowing she is going to get very angry

"You are going with him my love"

Her eyebrows shoot up her forehead, "I most certainly will not"

I knew she would argue

I would be surprised if she did not

"Yes you are. I need you to"

"For what reason? I need to be here, at your side", she exclaims

I shake my head, "No. I need you to go with Prince Dir and make sure he is going to do as he says he will. I need you to make sure Igor will be safe with him in charge. And if his warriors see you there helping them then they will trust me."

She shakes her head, "You went behind my back and spoke to Dir about this! How could you Ivar!"

"Shh love. Please do this for me."

She shakes her head, "Not until you tell me the real reason why you are sending me away"

"Joanne-"

"Is it because of Katia? Because you want her? Because she looks like Freydis? Do you think you can have another chance with her?", she says, tears in her eyes

I look at her horrified

"Absolutely not Joanne! How can you think that?"

"Because you still married her. She had a hold on you. Then we come here and there is another woman who looks like Freydis. And you are sending me away again, just like you did the first time"

"The first time?", I ask confused as to what she is talking about

"You left me. She came and you just left me alone. And you are doing it again"

"I am not. Love, I am not. I swear", I try to assure her, pulling her to me, hugging her tightly, "I love you. I swear on Odin, on all the gods, on my father, on my mother, I love only you. I will never be with another. I swear"

"Why are you sending me away? I want to stay with you", she sobs in my neck

I hold her tightly, tears filling my eyes as I realize that she will not be with me for awhile

When I wake up I will not see her face, will not feel her in my arms

And it hurts

"I want you to stay with me. I never want to be apart from you. But it is only for a while"

"Why?"

"Because Oleg looks at you like you are something to possess. Something that is his, that he has the right to take. And I know you would kill him if he tried. I would try to kill him if he tried but we are not in Kattegat anymore. We are in Kiev with no friends or allies except Dir."

"Ivar"

"Please my love. I need you to do this for me. Everything I said before is true as well. I need you to secure Dir as our ally"

She pulls away to look at me

My heart breaks seeing her tears, her unhappiness

But she nods, "I will go"

I am not happy but it is for the best now

"Thank you", I tell her

"If I find out you fucked her, I will kill you"

"Never my love. I swear."

She nods, then pulls me to her, kissing me fiercely

I kiss her back, my tongue against hers, savoring every second because I know this is the last kiss for awhile

Pulling away, she holds onto me, looking in my eyes, "Do not die on the attack of Kattegat Ivar. I will come back and you must be here"

"I will. I will not die. I swear"

She nods and gives me a soft kiss

She moves back from me, looking down at Igor

She kneels to him, smiling, "Take care of him for me? He is known to get into trouble from time to time. Keep an eye on him?"

Igor smiles at the same time I do

"I will. I promise"

"Thank you"

She hugs Igor, then stands up

"I love you Ivar"

"I love you Joanne"

She presses one more kiss to my lips, then she turns and walks towards the cart

"Why are you sending her away?", Igor asks me

"Because I do not like the way Oleg watches her. The way he looks at her. He wants her and he will never have her. She is mine. She will be safe far from him", I answer, watching her get on the horse a warrior gave her

"I thought she was a warrior. Could she not protect herself?", Igor questions

I smile, "Of course she can. She can kill your uncle and his annoying wife in less than a minute. But that does not mean I will not protect her. I will. Always"

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Six months later

Ivar POV

"Come listen to my story", the crazy peasant says again, following me and Igor through the market

"No. Go away", I snap

Igor suddenly stops, "I want to listen"

He takes off, following the peasant and I sigh, hurrying after him

I do not want to hear this crazy man's story

We follow the man into a tiny vacant hut

"Well?", I snap

The man takes his hood off and turns around

"Prince Dir", I gape

I immediately look around for her

"Prince Igor. King Ivar. I am ready. My army will gather at Novgorod"

He turns to me

"You will need to bring Igor there when the time is right."

"Yes, yes", I say, waiting to see her

Surely he brought her with him

"Ivar!", Igor calls

"Yes sorry", I say turning my attention back to Dir

"You will receive a dagger. That will be the signal for you to flee from Kiev"

I nod, "Yes all right"

"I entrust you, Ivar the Boneless, to safely convey the Prince to Novgorod. Oleg will redouble the guard on the Prince, for if he loses Prince Igor, he loses any claim to be the legitimate ruler"

"I understand", I answer, desperate to ask him about Joanne

Dir turns to Igor, "You are the rightful King of this great land. I will see you crowned."

"Thank you, Prince Dir", Igor smiles

Prince Dir nods, starting to put his hood up

"Wait", I say, making him look at me

"My wife. Joanne. Where is she?"

He smiles, "She is safe. She is very popular with the army. They admire her and her fighting skills"

I smile, "They have seen her fight?"

"They have trained with her. And none of my warriors have beaten her yet"

That is my shieldmaiden

Always the best

"Do not worry Ivar. She is safe with the army and moving with them to Novgorod. You will see her soon"

I cannot wait

I have missed her so much

My heart hurts everyday without her

I long for her embrace, her kisses, her smile

"She said to tell you she loves you very much"

"Tell her I love her. And I miss her dearly", I ask

"Of course", he says, nodding

Then he puts the hood on and is gone

"Let go back to the palace", I tell Igor

He nods and I follow him out of the hut, watching him skip ahead of me

----------------------------------------------------

"Here?", I ask the guard, pointing to the door that he brings me to

He nods, walking away from me

Alright then

I open the door to find no one there

Only a chair

I decide to stay for a little to see if anyone comes

The guard led me here for a reason

Perhaps Oleg will come and tell me a story

Or question me about Joanne again

He noticed her absence and kept asking about her

I finally told him that I sent her away so she would not come on the raid to Kattegat and get hurt

He was upset that she was not there with us and in some ways blames her for losing

She is a famous shieldmaiden and he believes that if she were with us we would have won

I am not so sure he is wrong

It would have benefitted us to have her but I am glad she did not come

If she died I would have nothing, no reason to live

Even after we came back, he must have thought she would come back because he continued to ask

When I told him she went to Kattegat to see what happened after Bjorn died, he was angry

Which is why I think he shut me out and instead went to confide in Hvitserk

It seems my thoughts about him wanting to possess my wife were correct

He should have known that would never happen

In some ways him and I are alike

He would never let anyone have Katia

He killed his first wife when she cheated on him

Yet he thinks it is alright to take someone else's wife

I hope Dir sends me the signal soon so I can be rid of Oleg at last

I hear the sound of the door open

'Finally', I think

I look up to see a woman with blonde hair come inside

She turns and I roll my eyes when I see it is Katia

What the fuck is she doing?

She smiles, walking towards me

Now what?

"Katia-"

"Not Katia. Freydis"

Oh fuck what is this bullshit?

"Freydis is dead"

"I am right here Ivar", Katia smiles

As she gets closer, she undoes her robe, letting it fall to the floor

I scoff at her naked body

It is nothing compared to my shieldmaiden

I try to stand up to leave but she moves quickly, pushing my shoulder, throwing me off balance

I sit down before I fall and she takes it upon herself to climb in my lap

She needs to remove herself immediately

Her arms go around my neck and my skin crawls

She leans closer to kiss me and I turn my head away immediately

"I want you Ivar", she says softly

I put my hands on her hips, a smile forming on her face

And shove her off me

She stumbles, righting herself while I stand up, angry

"If you think for one second, I am going to let anyone touch me besides my wife you are fucking wrong"

She stares at me in disbelief

Guess no one has ever told her no

"I love my wife. She is my everything. I will never go behind her back. And if you try that again, I promise I will kill you"

She nods slowly, fear in her eyes

I turn to leave, then stop, turning back to her, "Oh and by the way, you may want to know who you are trying to impersonate and what she was to me"

"She was your wife. You said I look like her"

I nod, "I did. And that is not a good thing"

I can see by the look on her face she did not consider that

"I killed Freydis. I did not love her. She cheated on me then tried to pass her bastard child off as mine."

"Maybe it was yours", Katia says coldly

I snort, shaking my head, "No. I never had sex with her, so no it was not my child. But that was not all. She showed my enemies a way into my kingdom and that is how I lost it. I killed her for it. Joanne has been by my side since we were children. I loved her for a long time but I was blind to it. I am not anymore and I thank the gods every day that I have her."

"Yes I see that now", Katia says lowly

"If you ever try to be Freydis again, I will kill you like I did to her", I warn

I turn, leaving her there and head for the door, disgusted

"I know prince Dir is alive"

I stop, "Do you now?"

I look back at her over my shoulder

"Yes"

I contemplate what I should say to her

Either she wants to help or she is a spy for Oleg

"Igor is the future"

She nods, "He is. He needs to be away from Oleg"

I turn back to her, narrowing my eyes, "Oleg sent you"

She shakes her head, pulling her robe on and closing it

"I did this", she gestures to herself, "Made myself look like this because I thought it was what you wanted. I thought you wanted Freydis back"

"Why would you think that when I have said over and over that I love Joanne?"

"Because you sent her away"

"To keep her safe! Not to have sex with anyone else!"

My gods, why does everyone think that a man sends his wife away to have sex with other women?

It is stupid

"Now I know that", she says, "I want to help Ivar. I want Igor to be safe. He will be safe with Dir."

I nod, "We will see. Dir will send a signal to me. A dagger. When I receive that I must get Igor out of Kiev and to Novgorod where Dir and his army are. Where Joanne is"

"That is where you sent her. With Dir."

I nod once, "Do not make me regret trusting you"

"I will not. I swear"

Turning around, I leave her in the room hoping this signal will come sooner rather than later

----------------------------------------------------

One week later

"Ivar", I hear as I pass a room

Katia shows her head then disappears back into the room

I glance around to make sure no one is around, then I move as quickly as I can to the room

"What is it?", I ask

She hands me a cloth

I take it and open the cloth

My eyes widen seeing a dagger

Prince Dir's dagger

"Prince Dir is ready", she whispers

I look at her and nod

We leave today

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J POV

I see him

My love

He has just walked in with Katia, Hvitserk and Igor

"Welcome prince Igor!", Dir announces

I do not hear anything else he says as I make my way towards Ivar

I notice his head moving around, hoping he is looking for me

A cheer erupts in the hall and everyone starts moving around

I walk right behind him

"Love", I call

He straightens up and slowly turns around

"Ivar what happened to your face?", I gasp

He has a big open red scar on the right side of his face by his mouth, smaller cuts on his face and the white of his right eye is red

"Hvitserk"

"Hvitserk?", I growl, turning to him

"Hi Jo", he says nervously

"You-", I snarl, lunging at him

"My love no", Ivar calls, grabbing my arms and stopping me, "It is alright"

"The hell it is! First he tried to kill me then he hurts you!"

"I wasn't trying to kill you!", he argues

"Bullshit!"

"Hvitserk go away", Ivar yells him

I glare at Hvitserk as he walks away from us

"Jo", Ivar calls me, making me turn to him again

When I look at him he immediately smiles his beautiful smile that I have missed so much

"Love", he murmurs, pulling me in his arms, "I missed you so much"

I missed him so much as well and being in his arms makes me finally feel safe

I hug him hard, feeling tears fall down my face from finally being with him again

"I missed you Ivar"

The next thing I know, his lips are against mine in a kiss I waited months for

I am mindful of his injury on his lip but even still, his kiss, his soft lips on mine is heaven

I never want to be this long without his kisses again

When the kiss ends he smiles making me smile

"Are you alright?", he asks, "Did anyone give you a problem? Was everything alright?"

I nod

Everything was good

I helped Dir secure his followers and the army

I trained with the warriors

But there is one big difference

That he has not noticed yet because he is only looking at my face

"Ivar", I say softly

"Yes love?"

I take his hand and put it on my big stomach

His eyes widen, then snap down to my stomach

"You are going to be a father"

He looks back up at me, "What?"

I laugh at his shock

"I am with child Ivar. Your child"

"My....my..."

I nod, "Yes love. Your child"

"How? I love you. How?", he splutters

My gods, he is so adorable

"Well we had sex Ivar"

He sighs, "You know what I mean"

I do

I was just teasing him

"I was already with child when I left with Prince Dir. A week after we left, I started becoming sick every day. I thought I had caught an illness. At one village we stopped at, I was throwing up outside of a hall and an older woman came to get me. She brought me to her house and took care of me. Gave me water and food. Then she asked me how far along I was and I had no idea what she was speaking about"

"You did not know?"

I shake my head

I was so surprised when she told me I was with child

I did not believe her either

"No Ivar. When she said I was with child, I told her I was not. She insisted I was but I did not believe her. It was a few weeks later when I noticed my stomach getting bigger. And it just kept getting bigger and bigger. And well...here I am. With a huge belly"

He laughs, "Yes with a huge belly. With my child inside"

I nod

"When is the baby to come?"

"Well the midwife here says I am about seven months or so. So the baby should come about two months"

He looks at me in surprise, "So soon? And we have no place to live"

"Ivar it is alright", I assure him, "As long as we are together, we will be alright"

He nods, "Alright. Yes. You are right. But as soon as this is done, we need to find a place to live. A place to raise our child"

"Yes Ivar. We will", I assure him

I have complete faith that he will find a place for us to live

----------------------------------------------------

"Ivar", I moan, finally feeling him inside me again

"Oh baby, fuck, I missed you", he whimpers, kissing my shoulder blade

He thrusts in and out, kissing the back of my neck, his hand around my chest, holding me against him

My stomach is too big to have sex in a normal position but that has not stopped us

I laid on my side and he laid behind me, slipping inside me that way

He already made me orgasm with his fingers and his mouth and now he wants to this way

We have not been together in months so of course we want to be together as soon as the celebration was over and we were given our own room

His hips roll into me, his head continuously hitting my spot, giving me so much pleasure that only he can give

"Please cum baby. Please. I need to feel you again", he begs, "I have been craving you, craving to feel your cum around me"

He moves in deep inside, I cannot hold it back

"Ivar", I whimper, feeling the shaking of my body that I have not felt in so long, feeling the pleasure explode inside me as I orgasm

"Yes, fuck yes! Fuck Joanne you feel so good. Oh fuck", he praises

I love how we can both get pleasure from each of our orgasms

"Again love", he asks, moving faster and harder, making me open around him over and over

I become so much more wet, soaking his cock

"Yes baby, so wet. Fuck, cum on me", he yells, squeezing my breasts and slamming into me

"Ivar!", I cry, gripping the bed as I cum hard

"Yes, I'm coming. Fuck I'm coming", he yells, slamming his throbbing cock inside, spilling his warm cum

"Oh Ivar, fuck, it feels good!"

"Yeah love? Feels good when I cum in you?"

I nod my head rapidly, "Yes love"

"Then you are lucky I love coming inside you", he laughs, pulling out and cuddling into my back

He moves his hand to my belly, rubbing it

Ever since he saw my belly, all he wants to do is touch it

And I love it

I let him touch me any time he wants to

It is his baby too

"I love you so much", he tells me, "And I love my child. I am so happy that you are the mother Jo. You are the best woman I ever knew. I know you will be the best mother"

I smile, placing my hand on top of his that is on my stomach, intertwining our fingers

"I love you Ivar. I want you to know that you will be the best father."

"Jo-", he starts

"No Ivar, listen to me", I say, turning to him, making sure his hand stays on my stomach

I reach out and touch his face, stroking his cheek with my thumb

"You will be the best father. You are so strong Ivar. You have overcome every obstacle that has tried to bring you down. You are a strong Viking warrior, my love, a king. You can do this and you will do it so well. Our child will love you just as much as I do although in a different way", I assure him

He silently looks at me, in my eyes

"You truly believe that?"

I nod, "I do. You know I do. You can do anything. Your legs have not stopped you and they will not now. You will be the most wonderful father. I believe in you"

There are tears in his eyes that fall as he blinks

"Do not cry my Ivar", I whisper, wiping his tears away

He shakes his head, "I am so lucky I have you Joanne. No one has ever believed in me the way you do. No one has ever stood by my side the way you have. Even when I hurt you, you were there. By my side. I am so lucky, so happy that you love me unconditionally"

"I do Ivar. I do", I assure him

"I hope you know that I love you unconditionally. I have never loved anyone like I love you"

I smile at him, pressing a kiss to his soft lips, "I know Ivar. I know"

He pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me, leaning his forehead against mine

I close my eyes, feeling his fingers running in my hair

He knows that is the way to put me to sleep and he did it every night

I am glad he remembers

Slowly I am lulled to sleep, so grateful I have my husband with me again

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I smile at Prince Igor, happily dancing around the palace in Kiev

We have successfully overthrown Oleg without war or loss of warriors

The only death was Oleg's by Prince Igor's hand

Now there is a huge celebration for our victory

I look around for Ivar and find him sitting at a table, smiling and watching me

I walk over to him, smiling

"Hi love", he greets

"Hi my Ivar"

"Enjoying the celebration?"

I nod, "Yes. Everything is how it should be here. Igor is safe and I am happy about that"

"Yes as am I", he agrees, "But now we need to decide what we should do"

"Yes we do. What do you suggest?"

"Well we could stay here, with the Rus. Or we can go back to Kattegat"

I raise my eyebrow, "You'd want to go back to Kattegat? After the attack?"

He shrugs, "It is home. It is where we are from. Where our child is from. Perhaps he should see it"

He is right

Our child is not Rus

Our child is Viking

Our child is from Kattegat, like his parents

He should live at least part of his life in Kattegat

"Yes Ivar. We should go back"

He smiles, pulling me closer to him so I am standing right in front of him, while he leans his head on my stomach

"Hear that? We are going home. To Kattegat. Where I was born. Where your mother was born. Where you will be born", he says to my belly

I feel a sharp pain in my side, making me gasp

"What? What is it?", Ivar asks worried

I smile, "He kicked"

Ivar stares at my stomach in awe

I take his hand and place it in the spot where he kicked

"Talk to him Ivar"

"Let me feel you kick", he says, "But not too hard. Do not hurt your beautiful mother"

The child kicks again, right against Ivar's hand

"Oh gods", he gasps in wonder, looking up at me, "He kicked"

I nod, running my fingers in Ivar's hair, "He knows his father's voice"

"He knows my voice", he repeats, tears in his eyes

Our child kicks again, right against his hand

"I love you. So much", he whispers to my belly, making him kick again

"His legs are strong", he whispers, "He will walk"

"Even if he does not it does not matter. He will be strong like his father", I assure him

Ivar nods, "Strong like his mother too"

He goes back to whispering to my stomach and I smile at him, listening to him speak to our baby

---------------------------------------------------

"You two are back", King Harald states flatly looking at Ivar and Hvitserk

He looks at me, standing behind Ivar

"And you are with child"

"I am", I nod

Harald looks back at Ivar, "Why have you come back?"

"This is our home. My wife is going to give birth soon. We want our child to be born in the same place we both were born.", Ivar answers

"I see. Have you come back for the throne?"

"No", Ivar answers immediately, "I am not interested in ruling. I am interested in my child. Raising my child. I do not care who is king"

"And you?", Harald asks Hvitserk

"I do not care about being king. We are sons of Ragnar. This is our home. We belong here. And we will support you as king"

Harald raises his eyebrow at Ivar, "Will you support me?"

"Yes"

"Where will you live?", Harald asks Ivar

"Our house in the mountains around Kattegat. The one my brothers and I have visited when we wanted to get away from the crowds here."

We already spoke about this on our way back home

He suggested the home and I agreed

It is still in Kattegat's kingdom, it is close to Kattegat's city but far aways enough where we can live quietly

There are people who live in the village near the house and thuy have maintained the house, the farm and the land.

I am excited to live there

"Very well. Congratulations on your pregnancy", Harald says

"Thank you"

Ivar thanks Harald, then takes my hand and leads me back out of the hall to our cart

He helps me inside and sits next to me

"Ready to go home?"

I nod

He puts his arms around me and I lean into him while Hvitserk steers the horses towards our new home

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1 month later

J POV

A scream rips from my throat as the pain comes back

I am sweating so much and it is making me hot

Holding onto my stomach, another sharp pain hits

"It is alright my love", Ivar whispers in my ear

"What the fuck is taking so long?", he roars at the midwife

"It is her first child and it takes a while longer for the first to come out"

I do not want to hear this

I have been in labor all day and the child is not out yet

I breath hard, in and out during the time the pain is not present

Ivar wipes my head, gripping my hand hard

He has not left my side

He refuses and bites the head off of anyone who suggests it

"Ivar it hurts", I cry, sobbing

"I know love. But you can do it. I know you can"

I shake my head, "I am so tired. The baby is not coming"

He kisses my cheek, running his fingers in my sweaty hair

"You can rest soon. I promise. You can do this. You are my fearsome shieldmaiden, my strong wife. Our child will be strong like you"

I smile weakly, "And like you"

He smiles at me nodding

"Ivar, promise me you will not-", I start

"I will not. Not unless we both agree", he assures me, "I will never hurt you in that way. Or anyway"

I breathe out in relief that I do not have to worry

I was scared that Ivar would expose our child if anything is wrong with it

Like he did before

But he has assured me before I went into labor that he would not do that

That he would never go behind my back like he did to Freydis

He assured me that if there is something wrong with the child, we will discuss what to do and make a decision together

"Just concentrate on getting the child out my love. I promised you I would not and I have never broken a promise to you"

He is right

He has not

Another wave of pain hits, and I scream, the midwife looking in-between my legs

"It is time. His head is there. Push", she says

I take a breath and push, screaming from the sharp stabbing pain

"Again", she urges

"Ahhhhhh", I yell, pushing again

I feel the baby's head move out more

My gods, how big is this child's head?

Ivar's head is not very big and neither is mine

Ivar moves, looking where the midwife is looking

His face pales as he looks back at me

"Almost", he chokes out

I nod weakly and take a huge breath determined to get my child out

I push hard, my screams getting louder the more I push

I feel the baby slide out and the pain lesses greatly

Crying fills the room and my heart pounds in joy

"Yes! She is out! You have a girl!", the midwife exclaims happily

"A girl?", Ivar whispers

"Yes a healthy girl"

The midwife gives my daughter to me and I cradle her in the blanket

The second I look down at her, unbelievable love fills my body and heart

She is beautiful, just like her father

And she has her father's blue eyes

I unwrap the blanket from her to check that she is indeed healthy

She cries loudly, her little legs kicking hard, her arms waving around

She is perfect

I look at Ivar, who is staring at the the baby girl in complete awe

I hope he is not upset that she is not a boy

Loosely wrapping her back in the blanket, I kiss her forehead then hold her out to Ivar

Ivar looks at me and I nod encouragingly, "Hold your daughter Ivar"

He takes her from me, cradling her in his arms

He smiles at our girl, tears in his eyes

I watch the two people who matter the most in my life and I smile

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Ivar POV

I hold my daughter in my hands, looking at her in amazement

At her kicking legs

She is perfect

No deformity whatsoever

She will walk and she will have a normal life

I am happy beyond words

Then I look at her, my wife, watching me, breathing hard from the labor and birth

"She is yours", she says

"I know", I answer

I know she is

I know I was not the father of Freydis' child

But I know this child is mine

She was conceived when Joanne and I were with the Rus

It was only us two together, every day, every night until she left

From the moment she told me she was with child, I knew the baby was mine

I never doubted it, I trust her completely

I know she loves me unconditionally

I know she would never hurt me

And I love her unconditionally as well

I finally found someone I want to spend my life with

Settle down with

Not fighting in battle or being king

Just living everyday with her and our daughter

"I never doubted you Joanne. I know she is mine"

She smiles and I lean over, kissing her cheek

Holding my daughter, I look down at her, smiling at how beautiful she is

Just like her mother

She will be strong just like her

I have no doubts

"I have waited so long for you. My daughter", I whisper to her, kissing her forehead

"You are....not disappointed?", she asks worriedly

I lift my gaze to her in utter confusion, "Disappointed? Why?"

"Because she is not a boy"

I stare at her incredeously

I do not care about that

I have never cared about that

"That does not matter. I do not care if she was a boy or not. I care that she was born healthy. I am not disappointed in the slightest. She is my princess and she will be a fearsome shieldmaiden just like you my love"

I see her visibly relax

She was truly worried about this?

I know many men want sons

My father left Lagertha to get more sons

I am not my father

Children are important to me, children that I can have with her

The sex of the children does not matter

"Jo, please, my love, do not ever worry about that alright. I do not care if we only have daughters. I will love them the same as if they were sons. All that matters is that the children are healthy and you are alive at the end of the birth. That is all that matters"

She nods gratefully although I do not know why she is grateful

I am grateful to her for giving me the perfect child

"I am happy to hear that Ivar"

I nod, "Yes. Never worry about that alright?"

"Alright"

"Good. Now on to important matters. What do you want to name her?", I ask her

"What do you think?", she asks

I do not know

But I want to choose the name together

"Freya?", I ask, suggesting the name of the goddess of love and battle

"I uh...", she trails off, "It is a nice name..."

She does not like it

"Alright no", I smile

"But if you want-"

I shake my head, "It is not about what I want love. It is about what we want. We will choose the name together"

She nods, smiling

"What about Signe?", she suggests

"Hmm. The name means victory yes?", I ask

She nods, "Yes. You and I have had many victories in our life. Won man battles. Victory is part of being a Viking. We do not stop until we are victorious. It is part of us. Like she is part of us"

I like that

Our daughter will be named after one of the most important elements of our culture

Our victories

"Yes. Signe fits her well", I nod

She smiles widely, "All right. Signe"

Looking down at my daughter, I smile, "Hello Signe. Welcome to the world"

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I watch Signe nursing, Joanne holding her and speaking softly to her

She is only three days old but she is already very strong

I cannot stay away from either of them for long

No matter what I am doing I am constantly checking that they are alright

Every night I hold her for hours, watching her sleep, sitting next to Joanne while she sleeps as well

I hold Signe in one arm and run my fingers in Joanne's hair with the other

It is at these times, I think about my life and realize I have never been as happy as I am right now

I am content, I do not feel the need to fight, the need for excitement

I am right where I want to be

"Sleepy girl", she giggles, rocking her

"She is asleep again?"

She laughs, "Yes love. She is an infant. All she does is eat, sleep and wet her cloth"

"The perfect life", I joke

She nods, "Yes it is. No worries at all"

"Do you worry love?", I ask worried that she is worrying

She shakes her head, "No. As long as you and Signe are with me, I have no worries"

I nod, "I feel the same, my love"

We are interrupted by a knock outside the house

Both of us look to the doorway to see King Harald

What does he want?

"King Harald. Welcome. Please come in", she greets

She starts to get up from the bed but Harald holds his hand out and shakes his head

"Please there is no need to get up. I have come to see your new child. And speak to Ivar"

Speak to me?

About what?

She nods, worry now on her face, "This is our daughter Signe"

"Daughter?", Harald questions as he comes inside our home

I do not like how he is asking about Signe

Like she should be a boy

"Yes, my beautiful daughter", I repeat, glaring at him

He peers in her arms at a sleeping Signe

"She is beautiful. Like her mother", Harald compliments

"Thank you. She has Ivar in her as well. She has Ivar's blue eyes and his strength"

I smile to myself

She is always saying that

Always making sure everyone knows that Signe has me in her as well

"I am sure she does. Both her parents are amazingly skilled and strong warriors. No doubt she will be like you both"

"Yes she will", she agrees, smiling at Signe

I have never seen her smile so much and it is beautiful every single time

Harald smiles then turns to me, "Ivar. May I speak with you outside?"

I heistate

I do not want to leave my wife and daughter here alone while Harald is here

I still do not trust him

"Whatever you want to say you can say it in front of my family"

"I know. But what I have to speak of about may be upsetting and I do not want to upset her or Signe. Don't you agree?"

I give him a tight smile

He knows full well I never want to upset my wife

"Fine. Let's go", I answer standing up

To Joanne, I tell her, "I will be right outside my love, in case you need anything"

She nods, looking wearily at me then Harald

I walk towards the doorway, eager to get this over with so I can go back to my family

We walk a few yards away from the house when I turn to him

"What do you want?"

"For you to come raiding with me"

"Raiding? Where?", I ask

Is he not King of all Norway?

Should he not be at Kattegat ruling instead of raiding?

"England. Wessex. The last strong hold for the English christians"

Ah yes Wessex

Where King Alfred is

I still have the chess piece he gave me

"I am building a fleet and we sail in a month. Hvitserk has agreed to come. I want you to come as well"

"No", I answer

His eyes widen in disbelief, "No?"

I shake my head, "No"

"Why not?"

"Because I have no need to raid. No need to fight Christians. No need to risk my life for what? Land I will never stay on? No. I will not go"

"Ivar the Boneless is turning down a chance to fight? A chance to topple a king? A chance to gain more fame?"

"Ivar the Boneless", I snap, "Has a family to take care of. A wife to love and a child to raise."

Harald is dumbfounded at my words

At my choice

"You chose a domestic life over the life of a viking?"

I shake my head, "No. Farming is part of being viking. My father was a farmer, then a conqueror, then a king. I am doing the opposite of what he did. I have already fought, I have already become king. My fame is widespread. Everyone will remember the name Ivar the Boneless. I do not need more fame. What I need is my family"

He is stunned into silence

"I wish you good luck on your raid and all your endeavors. But do not come back to me about raiding. I am done with that life."

"You are making a mistake"

I shrug, "In your opinion maybe. Not in mine"

Harald finally nods although I know he is angry

"Fine. Farewell Ivar the Boneless"

"Farewell King Harald"

He turns from me and I watch him walk away

He gets on his horse then he and his guards are gone

And I turn back to my home

Entering the house, Joanne looks up at me, rocking a crying Signe

"Is she alright?", I ask

She nods, "Yes she is fine. Just crying as babies do"

I nod, relieved it is not something more

"What did he want?", she asks worriedly

I sit next to her on the bed, putting my arm around her

I look down at Signe and answer her

"He is going to raid England again. He asked me to go with him"

Her face falls but she nods

I know she does not want me to go but I also know she will not stop me

"When do you leave?", she asks, keeping her eyes on our daughter

She knows if I go, she cannot

She has to care for Signe and heal from her birth

I kiss her forehead, "Never"

Her head snaps up to me, confusion in her face

"What do you mean?"

"I am not going", I clarify

"You...you are not?"

I know she is shocked

She expected me to jump at the chance to raid again

But now my priorities are different

What I want in life is different

"No love. I am not"

"Why?", she breathes

Running my fingers in her hair, I tell her, "Because I have you. Because I have Signe. Because I do not want to throw my life away when I have everything to live for. When I have you and our daughter to live for, to provide for. I am no longer interested in raiding or conquering or being king"

She tries to hold back a smile, "No?"

"No love", I confirm, "I want to stay with you. I want to raise our daughter. I want to make more babies with you and live peacefully with you"

"Wow", she giggles, "Who knew Ivar the Boneless would want to live a peaceful life?"

"I did. The moment you told me you love me and left Kattegat with me was the moment I knew I wanted to stop all the fighting and be with you. You are too important to me to risk death unnecessarily. I want to live a long life with you. And I cannot do that if I keep raiding. So it is over"

A gorgeous smile bursts on her face, "I am glad Ivar. I love you"

"And I love you. So much", I answer, then lean down and kiss her

Chills still run through my body, just like the first time I ever kissed her

I hope that never fades

I settle down in the bed with her, both of us watching Signe fall fast sleep

And I am utterly happy

@e-m-christina

@harleyquinn3289

[katia-tyrsdottir]

Valentine's Week

Note: Prompt is "first date" for @vikingsevents. Thank you for making this possible. I had an idea to write after a long time! Please be nice, I have used google translate for writing.

Pairing: Ivar x F!reader

Summary: You need a date for your brothers wedding and Ivar answers to your ad.

Wordcount: 739

You have tried making friends with MeetUp but failed. Your brothers wedding was soon and you had not a plus one found.Just when you were about to give up and close your ad, you received a message. You set a time when he should be at church before the ceremony. Contrary to your expectations, this man who introduced himself as Ivar was not unattractive.You chose a pale blue dress and he said he would wear the same tie to match. Most of the guests were already inside the church when an unfamiliar car parked nearby. You almost tripped in your haste to see if this could be your date.

The passenger side window rolled down, revealing the bluest eyes you've ever seen. “Excuse me, are you Ivar?”, you ask, pushing your hair back from your face to get a better look at him.The driver of the car got out and walked around the car to the trunk. He then pulled something out before walking to the passenger side. "I'm Y/N!", you continued. The passenger door opened and you realized that your date might not be able to dance with you. You think he should have told you ahead of time that he needed a wheelchair, but kept that to yourself.

"Yes I'm Ivar.", he said and stood. You were confused and looked between the wheelchair and Ivar. "I don't need it always.", Ivar explained. He carefully sat down in the wheelchair and thanked the other person. When you asked who it was, Ivar replied that it was his older brother Ubbe. Ubbe drove away.Ivar is actually wearing a pale blue tie that matches your dress perfectly.

"Every one is in the church.", you say and offer to push him. He refuses. The church is silent inside when you come in. Your brother at the altar nods at you, and you walk forward. The ceremony is beautiful and you shed tears as your sister-in-law walked down the aisle.

“Do you want to marry some day?” you ask quietly and look at Ivar. His frown is sufficient response. It looks like he didn't want to go to the wedding. “Why did you answer to my ad?” you ask now Ivar looks like he'll think about it for a while. You’re undecided to ask another question.

“My brother Ubbe set this up.”, Ivar answered you. He looks like he wants to cross his arms to hide shame. You lay a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. You did not expect the muscles underneath his suit. “He said I need to be out more.” Your quiet conversation ends before the Newlyweds say yes.

You feel like you've known Ivar all your life. The thought that I won't see you again makes you sad. And so you decide to show your best side in the hope that he wants to see you again.

When you arrive at the banquet hall, find a quiet corner. Your brother won't be too angry with you for sitting so far away. He knows you have not been lucky with men. “Is it only you and your brother?” you ask and look at Ivar with interest. 

“I have more brothers and a sister.”, Ivar said. “You don’t have to make me feel like you care.”, He said. “I’m a cripple. Noone wants me.”, He said with bad disguised anger. You see his fists tighten on his lap and you lay your hand over his to comfort him. 

“But I care about you.”, you say to him. “I do not know you a lot but I like you.”, you say and smile at Ivar. His blue eyes capture your attention and you don’t hear his next words. “I'd like to get to know you better if you'll let me.” you say instead. Ivar raises one eyebrow. 

His skepticism apparent he nodded. “We can try.”, Ivar said, his mouth forming a small smile. “Do you want to dance?” He asks out of the blue. You nod at him and he says he only needs his cane for security. You think that maybe Ivar wants this to be your first date too when he softly touches you. 

You and Ivar talk a lot until late at night. You both take breaks between dances and when it is almost time to go home, he hesitantly kisses you as he softly sways you in his arms. You feel as if you are living a dream. “I think I am falling for you, Y/N.”

[undiscovered-horizon]

Vikings preference: your friend hits on you and gets aggressive

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Ragnar Feels genuinely hurt because he thought he could trust your friend. Whenever Ragnar went away, he'd ask your friend to keep an eye on you and generally make sure you're safe and sound. Makes veiled threats and passive-aggressive jokes at first, hoping that he can both force a boundary and not sour any relationships but his humour is gone when he realizes that your friend is not keen on taking no as an answer. If you raise your concern about "safety vs. keeping a friend", Ragnar makes a sarcastic comment about your sentiment - because a guy who forced himself on you is such a great friend to keep, right?

Gives you a knife to keep on you at all times. If you have the guts, and such an occasion arises, to stab the man once he gets physical with you, Ragnar will have your back no matter what. Also, low-key thrilled. But if you don't end up fighting your own battles, he'll gladly do it for you. Not an ounce of regret on his face during or after.

Bjorn Pretty direct. Makes plausible threats and will fulfil them. Terrifyingly calm and collected for the most part. He's angry but also disappointed that someone you considered a friend could repay your kindness and affection in such a way.

If you tell Bjorn that you're unsure what to do because you want to keep your friend or you think that he's overdoing things, he might get short with you but it's not out of malice. He's worried that if you don't see your male friend for the lying snake that he is, you might get even more hurt and that possibility enrages him so much he doesn't entertain that thought longer than necessary.

Bjorn is definitely the type to make his revenge somewhat public. Not only will that make others keep their distance from you but it will also earn him respect among other men - he takes his husbandly duties seriously. Whether your "friend" lives or dies is entirely up to them and how callous they have been with you. Whether he meant to or not, Bjorn causes people to look away from you when you're walking through the town. No one wants to risk getting your friend's treatment.

After that, Bjorn will never trust any man who tries to be your friend or claims to be one.

Ubbe Tries to be the bigger person at first and has a stern word with your friend. Ubbe is probably the only one to seriously take your word/assurance that there's nothing to get worked up about. He will also wait relatively the longest before getting seriously involved - not because he doesn't care, it's quite the contrary. He doesn't want to impose on your independence, so even if he's uncomfortable with the situation but you keep saying "I've got this", he will keep to himself although will voice his concerns (and will refuse to leave you alone at any place or time). When things become serious and the man starts to get physical, Ubbe will make it clear that from now on he's more concerned about your well-being than your freedom: "I'm sorry for disregarding your wishes but I can't sit and watch you get hurt". Believes to be responsible for your safety as your husband.

Ubbe is the type of person who will seek your friend out on his own and resolve the issue right then and there. He goes to the other man's house one night and leaves it only when an agreement is reached - doesn't matter how far he has to go to ensure that. Ubbe's not afraid to get his hands dirty for the right reasons.

Hvitserk Also hurt because he was actually getting along well with the other man. Hvitserk will ask about your perspective and wishes but if your safety is compromised, he won't make them a priority. At first, he's trying to get you out of harm's way, so you're leaving your house only if he's by your side. But once he learns that your supposed friend forced his way into your home and put his hands on you, Hvitserk is determined to take things into his own hands. He won't seek out your friend on his own but rather wait for an opportunity to arise; doesn't start the fight but surely will end it. The next time another unwanted advances are made towards you, Hvitserk has an axe in his hand and this time, he's the one who doesn't take no for an answer.

If you ever befriend another man after that, Hvitserk will tolerate him but never let go of any suspicions. Also, might tell the story of your previous "admirer" to scare your new friend into behaving properly.

Sigurd The most probable to get into a brawl right away. At first, he feels quite self-conscious seeing another man flirting with you but when the man in question starts to become aggressive, Sigurd coins his insecurity into hostility, effectively picking a fight. After what seems like lakes of blood and an entire concert of bones breaking, the brawl ends. Sigurd looks like he's been through Hell and still that's a lot better than your friend, who would be pronounced dead if it wasn't for the sporadic raise of his chest as he tries to take in a ragged breath. Sigurd will also voice his anger as he's caving in the other man's skull ("Was it fun when you grabbed her? Enjoying a little manhandling, eh? I'm happy to provide").

Gains respect in his brothers' eyes but none of them quite wants to admit it.

Ivar He would also feel self-conscious at first. Considers your friend's bold behaviour an assault on his masculinity ("You think I'm not man enough and therefore think you have any right to bother my wife"). Not surprised in the slightest. Hated the guy's guts from the very beginning and made it obvious. Might actually say the dreaded "told you so".

Because he perceives your friend's aggression as somewhat personal, Ivar is driven to go quite far in order to make the punishment fit for the crime. Not only does he do it for your sake but also to make sure that everyone knows just how much of a true Viking is inside him. Some say that "silence is golden", so if your friend decides to use less-than-savoury language towards you, he might end up with his throat filled with liquid gold to ensure no more offence leaves his mouth. Similarly, he's going to suffer the "equivalents" for whatever other thing he's done. He grips your hand so hard there's a bruise? Ivar will wrap his hand with a chain and slowly tighten it until all the bones crack and the wrist is literally torn away from the forearm. But no matter what he does, in the end he still feels like it doesn't quite make up for your friend's wrongdoings.

[woahhhgwendolyn]

Ivar With His Children Would Include...

-Ivar would be awesome with his kids. He would be one amazing father to his kids. He is so loving and caring and would also love to do anything for them.

-When he first learns that you are with his child, he becomes really protective over you and also starts thinking about the child that is soon to be born.

-When you are still holding the child, he loves to fantasize about the child and what he or she would be like when they are older.

-He not only talks about the child with you, but he loves to brag to the rest of his family that he is having a child with you and how amazing you are because you are carrying the child.

-When the child is born, he thinks a bit differently now than he had before. He has become more mature and acts more like an adult.

-When the child is older like 8 Ivar would love to play with them and teach them how to fight. That is his favorite things to do with his children, play and fight.

-He has no intention on having weak kids. He does not want his children to be weak minded and to be gullible. So, he often teaches his children good ways to make sure they are not this way.

-When he has free time, he loves to also take his children on rides and teach them about the gods and the history behind their village and the great stories of their amazing grandpa Ragnar Lothbrok.

[thebadboyfanclub]

She Is A Lady (Ivar x Targaryen Reader)

Ivar has always been such an interesting character to me so imagine how delighted I was when I got my first request for him. Also I would like to announce that I will not be accepting any more requests for daemon Targaryen as of right now cause i have written so many and I have also others that I must write. Enjoy!

Y/n) had always been an adventurous character, ever since she could walk she would wobble away from everyone, curiosity fuelling her little chubby legs, when she got a little older and was able to get on her dragon, Rhaenyras's heart raced as she waited patiently for her daughter to come home.

She was her father's daughter, stubborn, brave, and resilient, “the noble she-dragon” was her title when she would often be referred to in the songs of barbs, she would smirk under her cloak as she would often cover herself to visit the small taverns.

When war called for her (y/n) defended her mother with the fierceness of a dozen warriors, however, the pain of losing her brothers one by one, her dear Daemon who taught her so many things, her grandmother Rhaenys, she could not risk the death of her mother.

“We can still fight dear”

“Mother our troops have fought fiercely for so long, most of our men are dead, we need an alliance”

“What if they kill you?”

“Then I’ll let my brothers know how much you love them and we will be waiting for you, my queen”

Rhaenyra overcomes with emotion fell into her daughters' arms in desperation, her precious little girl was now grown up. (Y/n) hugged her mother back with the same amount of love, she hated the fact that she had to leave her mother's side, but this was their last resort.

Rhaenyra pulled away slightly, her fingers reaching for the few strands of Dark hair that were entangled between her Targaryen silver hair, a small token she had inherited from her late father.

“Promise me you will come back to me”

“I won’t come alone, I’ll come with an army to protect you”

-

(Y/n) had searched for inhabited land beyond the wall for a full day, the sun had been tucked away and replaced by the moon when she noticed a land lit by torches, it would unwise to make a haste landing without a warning first, for all she knew this land could be home for cannibals or demon worshippers.

(Y/n) commanded her dragon to fly a bit lower, circling the city to make her presence known, not only did the people notice her, as they had gathered around for supper to celebrate their victory, they rose from their seats to follow the beast that appeared to make landing a bit further down.

“I am unharmed, well… except the dragon”

“Who are you?”

“Princess (y/n) Targaryen, I come from kings landing”

The men came to a standstill with the princess, both parties waiting for a sudden move so they can “defend” their own, you could only hear the sound of the fire from their torches and their breaths created a mist from the cold.

“I understand this is sudden for you but I have come in peace, I have been traveling on dragon back since dawn, it would be certainly easier for me to explain after I get some type of food if you could be so kind to offer one”

The dim light was not enough to reveal the contraption Ivar was using to stand up on his legs, his eyes piercing through hers in such intensity that (y/n) felt like the man was trying to look into her brain, still she did not waver, she challenged him with her strong look she beheld on those intriguing hues, her flame could be identified from a mile away, this was not a meek princess, she came flying in a beast and stood by it proudly, she was a true warrior sent from the Gods.

“Fine, princess. Leave your sword and dragon here and then you can follow us”

Of course, he knew she was lying, he saw the sword that rested on her hip the minute she got on the ground, intrigued by the astonishing beast she came with he decided to offer her sanctuary.

To his surprise, the princess took out her sword before she came on one knee with it laying flat on her palms.

“This has been given to me by a beloved family member, I do not wish to leave it unattended but I trust you with it, Ser”

“Ivar, Ivar the boneless”

Her face showed exactly how puzzled she was by the nickname the name claimed that he was holding, howbeit she did not have time to question it for long since from the first step Ivar took (y/n) picked up on the metal sound and observed just how stiff his walking as she realized that the man was probably barely able to stand up, his entire weight was supported by a delicates design of metal that went all the way up to his thigh.

Ivar smirked at the sight of the woman offering her sword, she seemed smart enough according to her calculated moves, the sword felt light in his hand as it shined under the moonlight, arrogantly he pointed the tip of the sword directly under her chin, his ego allowing him to consider that he had the upper hand.

(Y/n) gently placed the weapon away from her face and rose to her feet, she had been nothing but gracious she would not allow herself to be disrespected.

“Lead the way, my lord”

She simply suggested, she concealed her facial expression well though the devil was always in the details, Ivar could see her hands forming into fists.

“Welcome to Kattegat princess”

He turned his back on her while she took small steps to stay behind him, she did not want to offend him by walking faster so her pace was slow enough to let him walk.

(Y/n)s eyes traveled around everything, people’s faces, their clothing, their tables, their homes, it seemed like everyone was living a simple life, it reminded her of the roads of kings landing.

Ivar could hear the whispers from his subjects, they were all taken back by Ivars sudden kindness, and they all expected him to kill her on the spot, he had to admit that the idea did go through his head, yet something in him told him to let her join their feast, maybe it was the fearsome dragon, maybe her alluring appearance.

Alas, (y/n) took a seat next to him, and quite swiftly the servants gave her a plate full of food and a goblet with ale, the chicken was warm and the ale did the trick of warming her up as everyone danced around the fire, a faint smile played on her lips while Ivar observed her.

“So what brings you here princess?”

“War I am afraid”

“War?”

“In my homeland, we have one king that rules over the land, my family has been been in that position for over a century, yet it is the very first time that a woman-my mother- is to assume authority, that did not go well with her half brother”

“So you ran?”

“I certainly have not, my brothers were killed, my stepfather, my grandmother… all gone”

Ivar felt sadness rush through his chest at how the princess's chin quivered, her hushed tone trembling as she uttered the last two words, her doe eyes misting in the firelight, Ivar was not known for his empathy, still, he reached for her hand under the table to give it a slight squeeze.

“My mother was killed by my father's first wife, she released an arrow while my mother was walking away”

“How did you respond?”

“Oh I’ve tried to kill her several times”

“It is quite macabre, how the family is always the one that causes the biggest pain”

“I suppose, if you are not running then what brought you here?”

“Desperation, countless battles have taken most of our men, I was hoping to look for allies”

“You described it perfectly, desperation is the only thing that could make someone believe that another army of men would come to die for you”

“My mother is all I have left, wouldn’t you do anything to bring your own back to life?”

“Definitely”

“It might sound cruel but forgive me for saying I do not crave to understand your pain”

She was honest Ivar gave (y/n) that much, they sat there gawking at one another, she stood tall, she did not waver under his eyes as most people did, she showed no signs of fear, she did not care about anything, and let’s not even start of how ambitious she appeared to be.

Ivar took a swig of his ale without looking away from those distinguish violet hues, he recalled how the prophets have whispered to him of a queen of a faraway land.

“Your queen will help you fly amongst the clouds, you’ll know lands beyond the eye”

He had brushed it off as a riddle, but now he started to understand that it was the only time the prophet meant every word, could she- princess (y/n) Targaryen- be his queen?

There, for only the briefest moment and for the first time he felt the warm sensation of his heart thumping at the mere sight of her smile, like Freya had come from the clouds to place her cloak around the two youngsters. For so long Ivar had brushed off the idea of love or marriage, sometimes he would even the joke that the goddess herself has cursed him or turned his back on him, cruelly denying him the blessing of a true loves match.

“I cannot throw my men to a war over lands I know nothing about”

“I figure that we will ride tomorrow”

“Ride?”

“We can strap you up on Daylight and you will be safe as a passenger”

“You mean I go up in that?”

“Hey, she is a lady”

Ivar cackled at her correction regarding her dragon. It had been a while since one was so casual with him, that treated him with kindness without fearing his outbursts, sure her ignorance of not exactly knowing his antics had something to do with it, albeit Ivar thoroughly enjoyed her presence, her wit and pride complimented her.

As (y/n) bit her bottom lip her gaze went over to his legs, she wanted to ask as silence overtook them, but she debated if it was the right decision.

“It’s not an injury, I was never able to walk”

“Brittle bones, the masters in my land had informed me of such condition. Back in the day, they used to kill babes that seemed to hold such an illness”

“Oh that is what happens here as well, my mother forbade it”

“She sounds like a lovely woman”

“She was”

(Y/n) could deeply empathize with the look that took over Ivars handsome face, how his expression clouded for just a moment, how his jaw tensed and his lips stiffened to a thin line, she could tell that Ivar was not looking at anyone particularly, he was reminiscing as moments that they shared passed through his ice blue hues.

Ivar was pulled back to reality by her gentle hand resting on his thing, usually, he would shove away anyone that dared to touch his legs, but surprisingly he just allowed his hand to find hers and rest on top of it, a part of him yearning for the warmth of her touch, her genuine interest and zest.

“I am certain she is very proud of you, I understand you two probably shared a very close bond”

“We did, but let’s not dwell on such events, you must rest I do not want the rider of such a large beast to fall asleep while they hold my life in the reigns of a dragon”

They smiled at one another, a grin that behind it was resting countless words left unsaid. Ivar was a stranger to the goodwill of people, although with her, as his eyes rested upon her features he felt like his anger vanished, like a wave that held her name washed through his experience with cruelty and even his brothers belittling him was now gone.

“This feels strange”

“I agree princess, but I do not want it to go away”

“Me neither”

She whispered, her eyes lowering down to the ground to avoid the foreign sensation that was Ivars presence. Ivar allowed her to retreat, as he looked around it dawned on him that a few of the others had also taken it to become viewers of their encounter, he could not blame them.

With some difficulty he rose from his seat with the goblet of Ale in his hand, demanding the attention of everyone to realign with their leader.

“It is with great honor that I present to you the princess (y/n) Targaryen, the future queen of her land, she has come to us with a request for an alliance, to fight alongside her army for a land we do not know. Tomorrow I will ride with the princess to see for myself that foreign land, as well as to marry her”

“What?”

“To unite our kingdoms, to rule by her side in her homeland and for her to rule by my side in mine, to give us a reason to help her. Raise your glass, to your future queen”

Requests are open!

[blakeswritingimagines]

Wiping away their kisses

Ragnar: He'll laugh and smile, then he'll jokingly chase you around, trying to kiss you again, though he's pretty much pretending to put in any effort into it. Once he's caught you, he'll wrap you up in his arms, and kiss you on the neck instead.

Athelstan: "What are you doing?" He can't help but ask as he frowns at the act of wiping away a kiss. He is not happy about you being playful, especially when it comes to something as intimate as a kiss. He sees this as a sign of you not valuing the connection you have, and it bothers him.

Floki: His grin spreads wide at this like he's finding the situation hilarious. He lets his lips curl into a lopsided smile before leaning back slightly and playfully sticking his tongue out at you, teasing you. He winks and giggles, "I guess you're just not into it, huh?" His voice is teasing but playful.

Lagertha: She'll chuckle to herself, secretly entertained by the playful gesture. She'll lean forward and press her lips against yours once again, enjoying the feel of your skin against her own. When you playfully wipe it away again, she grins and says in a teasing voice, "I'll keep kissing you until you're too overwhelmed to wipe them away anymore."

Aslaug: She'll laugh after knowing it was a joke, and give a teasing look, then pull you close again and softly kiss your lips. She'll whisper, "Who said I was done yet?"

Bjorn: Is annoyed at first, but he quickly becomes playful and grabs your hands, preventing you from wiping away any more kisses. He leans in and slowly kisses your cheeks, lips, and finally neck. He'll release your hands and trail his fingers along your body, gently squeezing your hip before backing away.

Ubbe: A look of playful annoyance crosses his face. But that quickly turns into a devilish smirk. When you go to wipe away another kiss, he gently grabs your hands and pulls you closer so you can't.

Hvitserk: If you playfully wipe away a kiss, he would playfully pretend to be offended, then he would playfully grab your arms and pull you into another kiss while saying in a playfully playful tone, "You can't get rid of me that easily."

Sigurd: "What are you doing?" He'll laugh to hide his embarrassment and playfully reach for another kiss. He moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close. With one hand, he'll cup your chin and lean in close. He'll gaze into your eyes and gently kiss you again, taking his time and letting your lips softly brush against each other.

Ivar: He gives you a playful glare, letting his lips curl into a small smirk. "Oh, you're asking for it now." He leans forward, putting his hands on your hips, and starts kissing you again.

Halfdan: He smirked at the little trick you tried to play on him. He then leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately, deeply, and repeatedly as he runs his fingers through your hair, leaving strands of it disheveled as he does so.

Harald: He would look you in the eyes and smile, leaning in to kiss you again. He takes your hand and gently pulls you close. He'll whisper in your ear: "I couldn't help myself, darling - your lips are too irresistible to resist." As he kisses you again, more deeply this time, and gently bites your bottom lip before pulling away. He looks deep into your eyes and whispers again, "Let's not be play tonight, shall we?"

[donovaneagle2098]

A Complete Encyclopedia of the Lore of Every Witcher School

This is a project I've been working on for a long time. The Witcher Schools in general have lore spread across 3 or 4 different sources, so it's very easy to find inaccurate details about each school due to a person only going off of one source without even knowing of the others. Hell, I've been guilty of this in the past. So I've gone out of my way to find every source available for the various Witcher Schools and compile it into one master post, mostly pulling from the standalone Gwent game, and the Witcher TRPG. Without further ado, let's start out with the original school, the Order of Witchers.

Witcher schools are like the Clans of Skellige, subtly different, but largely united by their common ground, and that common ground is the Order of Witchers.

The Order of Witchers began as an experiment by the rogue mages Alzur and his mentor Cosimo Malaspina. They "recruited" tests subjects from orphanages, buying them from neglectful parents, or outright kidnapping street kids.

From Cosimo's Gwent Card:

"Children keep asking him for gifts. He doesn’t know why, but it really helps with finding subjects for his experiments."

The main goal of this project was to create an order of knights artificially mutated and imbued with extreme levels of magic to protect people from a world where, at the time, monsters were often literally around every corner.

The mutation experiments were grueling, and most early candidates died horribly, the girls especially, as the mutagenic compounds the mages were working with at the time were better suited for a boys physiology, and they quickly stopped trying to find a mixture that worked well with women, instead refining the more successful candidate pool. Even with these refinements, however, the Witchers couldn't actually generate much in the way of magical power, at least not nearly as much as those funding the project had hoped for.

These early candidates were encouraged to stick to political neutrality, were told of their duty to protect the common people, and their sword instructor tried to encourage them to take on knightly virtues to live their lives by, though only a few candidates actually bought fully into these particular knightly ideals.

The school developed a training regimen that all later Witcher schools would put their own small twists on. They perfected the whirling sword style, practiced on the Pendulum and Gauntlet training courses. They learned the Witcher Sign magic, created by Cosimo. They were taught hunting and monster lore from experts hired from across the world, and master alchemists crafted the famous Witcher potions.

Ultimately, funding from this school would be pulled due to the Witcher candidates lack of truly powerful magic ability, and the order would start to fracture. Witchers dissatisfied with their lot in life after being forcibly mutated, and railing against the Order's enforced ideals began getting combatative with other Witchers over petty contracts. At this time, contracts were so plentiful that there was no real need to fight over them, but these dissident Witchers did so anyway out of a desire for autonomy and to be free of the Order's code, which they saw as having no practical purpose to prepare new Witchers for the road ahead, and hypocritical as it was forced on them by the mages who never cared for the Witcher's lives. This culminated in one such outspoken Witcher, Arnaghad, attacking another Witcher who poached a contract from him.

After being forced into the painful life of a Witcher, Arnaghad loathed anyone who imposed their will upon him, the Order and it's codes especially. He led an attack on the Order proper, aided by fellow Witchers who respected his defiance towards authority. Once they were beaten back, these dissidents fled to the Amell mountain range to start the next Witcher school, the School of the Bear.

The School of the Bear is one of the most misunderstood schools of them all, owing to the first major lore drop about them being largely in-universe rumors and conjecture surrounding the school, and as such I may need to go more in depth. The two major misconceptions stemming from this is the rumor about their armor, which claims that they don't bother dodging like the other Witchers and instead take blows head on (generally a bad idea, according to Geralt in the books), and the rumor about them attacking most Witchers they meet.

I contacted Cody Pondsmith, who wrote a great deal of this lore, and he mentioned that Bears do often threaten or even fight other Witchers, but in a very Skellige way, only to ward off the other Witcher from contracts they want. The Bears just want to live lives where they aren't commanded by others, and were trained especially brutally, and so will fight for what contracts they want. However they will NEVER kill another Witcher, just draw first blood (outside of duels to decide who runs the school, which occasionally turn deadly. It's unknown if Arnaghad has ever lost these duels) and if that other Witcher stands up to the Bear, they'll let them have the contract and if they meet up and work together enough even maybe become a lifelong friend.

To quote Cody himself: "I like to think of the Witcher Order as a big family in which the Bear School is the blunt, no-nonsense brother. He can be prickly and a bit of a bully sometimes but he takes his job seriously and he can be a good drinking buddy if you get to know him. Not the friendliest of people but far from evil. If you stand up to him and show him you're not afraid of him, he'll respect you."

The other rumor is also an exaggeration. The Witcher TRPG mentions that the Bear armor was designed with flexibility in mind, and while they trained to take on weaker blows with their armor and "mastery of the Quen sign", they also trained how to move quickly in their armor if they needed to dodge a fatal blow. The Bears also still trained on the gauntlet and pendulum like the other schools. Cody Pondsmith also confirmed that the Bears are just as agile as the other Witchers.

The Bears' core philosophy is almost very Lambert like, viewing Witcher's work not as a duty, or knightly virtue, but as difficult, brutal work. The only reason they stick to this work is to do a job where no one else commands them and they're left in peace. They focus only on the practical aspects of their profession, and as such discourage their students from working together in training, since Witchers work alone. As Arnaghad said, "We pass through life alone, better get used to it!" As a result, Bears are very isolated, preferring their own company to that of other Witchers, and were encouraged to value their autonomy and self care above all else. The Bears' final trial involved climbing to the top of Mt. Gorgon and back, and any who died from the cold were left "as a sobering reminder of the dangers of their trade". Despite this, the TRPG has a list of random early training events Witchers from all schools can have, and Bears could sometimes make friends amongst their fellow witchers in training just like members of every other school.

Once the new Bear students left their keep of Haern Caduch, most wouldn't return to winter there, unlike the other schools. They developed a reputation as being terrible to fight, and for being firebrands, often speaking very bluntly, not matter who they spoke to, authority included. Once such Witcher, named Gerd, was asked by a Duchess to help kill her father. He insulted her so badly he got a warrant for his death placed on him, though all the peasants he met spoke rather highly of him. As a result, Bears found it easiest to make friends amongst the similarly minded Dwarves and Gnomes of the Amell mountains, and people of the Skellige Isles. According to Cody Pondsmith, this is the main reason the Bears stayed together as a group at all. They valued autonomy above all else and so long as they functioned as a Witcher school, they were left alone and no rulers would try and command them. They also take their ideals of free will and apply it to others, never seeking to rule over others. They simply wish to live their lives free.

One of the original Witchers to side with Arnaghad, Ivar Evil-Eye, had extra mutations done to him by the Order of Witchers during his trial, allowing him to see into other worlds. In these visions he saw the Wild Hunt rampaging across them, conquering them. Ivar became obsessed with stopping them, and tried to kill Arnaghad to take command and lead the Bear school against the Hunt. This failed, so he and his supporters left to form the Viper School.

The Witchers of the Viper school, based in Gorthur Gvaed, were said to be the most secretive, taking contracts as both assassins and witchers. They at first dedicated themselves finding a way to stop the Wild Hunt, amassing a massive library on the subject. Fighting with an unpredictable, ambushed based variant of the Witcher fighting style, Viper Witchers employed poisons, brewed by skilled Viper alchemists, on both their swords, and a dagger in their offhand, their biggest deviation from typical Witcher combat techniques.

Vipers, for an unknown reason, eventually forgot their purpose. In his time, Letho of Gullet could only guess at why the school had been founded. Instead, they became famous for their skill at political killings, dealing with the nobility of the southern countries before Nilfgaard had even become a large-scale power.

Viper students had a different type of trial, after more grueling than typical training. Instead of any physical task like the other schools, the Viper students were given a pet at their induction to the school. And to graduate, they simply had to hunt it down and kill it, showing their lack of mercy.

While most of those who supported Ivar followed him to the Viper school, one group broke off and west east, across the Korath desert, to Zerikania, founding the School of the Manticore.

The School of the Manticore was founded by the Witcher Iwan, from the School of the Bear, following Ivar's assassination attempt on Arnaghad. They got work in the Korath desert as caravan guards, earning the attention of the Zerrikanian Queen after a deadly battle with a manticore. The Queen sponsored the Witchers of the Manticore, making them the only school to be officially backed by any government. They were experts on potions and anti-toxins, a necessity of dealing with the poisonous creatures of the Korath desert.

A unique adaptation to the monsters of the desert also had Manticore Witchers employ shields into the whirling combat of their Witcher training. Given their extra support, the Manticores held two keeps, Behelt Nar and Bailsuf Alsarea, on opposite sides of the desert, so that they might better patrol and guard those within it.

The Manticore is the final school to come from the schism Arnaghad had led. The other voices of dissent against the ideals of the Order would soon hear of these new schools and decide to break off as well to form the School of the Cat.

The School of the Cat was founded out of a response to the hatred and distrust Witchers received. They desired to be seen in a better, more respectful light. Ironically, they would end up doing the opposite. The Cat School stole away with several of the mutagens needed to make more Witchers and headed to Ebbing, and Stygga Citadel, where they would begin to experiment on human-elf children in an attempt to perfect the mutations. Its possible that the mages at this time furthered experiments on making women Witchers, but this is not confirmed yet.

Attempting to make a name for themselves, the Cats hired themselves out as spies, assassins, and mercenaries, genuinely earning them some respect from common folk for killing bandits.

In their attempts to perfect the mutations and further dull the emotions of their Witchers, the Cat school experimented harshly on a group of children that resulted in the opposite, giving these Witchers hightened emotional responses instead. These students, cast aside and left for dead, fled into the arms of a group of elves, who agreed to support them if this branch of the Cat School supported the elves' fight for freedom.

This branch, led by Gezras of Leyda, attached itself to the Dyn Marv caravan and traveled the continent, lending their services mostly to those nonhumans who could pay, while the main Cats at Stygga ended up getting assaulted by angry royals incited by their political maneuvering. This left the Dyn Marv branch as the only functional element of the School of the Cat. These Cats would train students' agility in a light, fast Elven take on Witcher fighting style, and would train their balance by making students walk a tightrope, starting low to the ground at first, but getting higher and higher each attempt.

The Cat school's breaking of Witcher neutrality and reputation for bloodlust earned Witchers such a bad name that those in the Order who most cherished their old swordmaster's knightly virtues would leave to form the School of the Griffin.

The School of the Griffin, led by Erland of Larvik, wished to truly achieve the dream of the original Order, and Gryphon, the Order's sword instructor. They traveled north to Kaer y Saren, an old fortress the Order once used, and cleansed it of the spirits of those who died in the first Witcher mutations. From there, they began a Witcher school focused on respectability and honor, believing in their knightly duties. And it worked, somewhat. The Griffins were sometimes advisors to nobility, and seen as honorable, but the prejudice against Witchers would never leave, and most would never see a Griffin Witcher as anything more than a monster playing at being a knight.

These Witchers tried their best to cushion their students against the pain of their lives on the Witcher's path, and were more brotherly than the other schools, though their knightly virtues and brotherhood were oftentimes cold comfort to Griffin students.

From the Witcher TRPG Sourcebook:

"Witcher I knew couldn’t really remember much ‘bout his past. Heh, too young to really form a lotta memories when they took him to Kaer Y Seren. Told me that the memory he did have made the mutations easier. Poor bastard clung to a memory of his pa takin’ him on a horse for a ride in the fields. Don’t know why he chose that one. Probably the only normal memory he had."

The Griffins amassed a huge library of magical knowledge, though they could only push sign magic so far, and the books were likely wasted being in a Witcher library. The library held several incredibly famous tomes on magic within, and was the envy of full mages across the Northern Realms. Despite all their efforts, they never could achieve their goal of bringing about the Order of Witcher's vision. The Griffins even had their own breaches of Witcher tradition in pursuit of their knightly heroics. An often said mantra of the Griffin school in Gwent is "To slay dragons! Tis our knightly duty!" despite dragons being largely innocent, intelligent beings who mostly wish to be left in peace.

Code Pondsmith had this to say about the Griffins:

"The Griffins stuck to the knightly traditions that the original witcher order tried to uphold. As a result it's safe to say that the Griffin school taught that monsters were the enemy of mankind and must be defeated. I don't think they would all be blindly overzealous but they wouldn't have any qualms about slaying sapient monsters if they believed it was for the good of mankind. Similarly, it's likely that they would side with humans in any conflict between monsters and humans. In a way, the Griffins' knightly virtues made them easier to manipulate than the other witcher schools. They were bound to protect humanity and thus were more likely to be convinced to hunt a monster if a local noble or alderman claimed it would be for the good of the people. This is the case with the dragons. The kingdoms and jewelers guilds of the North convinced the Griffin School that dragons were a blight upon humanity and the Griffins started slaying dragons regardless of whether all of the dragons they slew deserved it. Additionally, the knightly values might make Griffin school witchers more likely to take pity on desperate humans and work for free."

Those few Witchers remaining in the Order by now traveled to northern Kaedwyn, and started a school based on their tempered, traditionalist, and realistic view on the Order's goals. They based themselves in Kaer Morhen and dubbed themselves the School of the Wolf.

The School of the Wolf is the most famous Witcher school, known for their professionalism and efficiency. They don't kill humans like the Viper or Cat. Aren't bold or brash like the Bear, or put Knightly virtues above Witcher ideals like the Griffin. I mean, anyone reading far this knows who the Wolf Witchers are, so I'm not going to get into to much detail. They're Geralt's school. Ciri's school.

They took a balanced approached to Witcher life and as such trained Witchers who were the best adjusted out of the schools, with neither the Bear's harshness nor the Griffin's egocentrism. For this, Wolf Witchers were lauded all across the Continent.

With all Schools formed, the Golden Age of Witchers began, at first with the Bears and Griffins making peace. From Erland of Larvik's Journal (The TRPG's monster manual):

"Surprisingly enough the fracturing of the witcher order had lead to a more effective organization for us witchers. Spread across the Continent and each making more witchers independently, it was no longer the task of 60 or 70 witchers to patrol the entire Continent from Nilfgaard to Kovir. Each school patrolled their own path and when a Gryphon met with a Bear each knew they had their territory and any infighting wouldn’t be worth the bloodshed. We managed to broker peace and live as somewhat estranged brothers rather than bitter enemies"

Witchers at this time were seen largely as heroes, with their detractors' voices largely simmering underneath. With Witchers around to kill monsters, people felt safe and so ignored any misgivings they might have.

Witchers, no matter the school, aren't too dissimilar from each other, and so the Cintinent at large formed an overall opinion of the Witchers based on the traits they all shared. From the TRPG:

"In the heyday of witchers there were many many seperate schools, which all mutated new witchers and taught them the neccesary skills to hunt monsters and lift curses. While it’s generally agreed that there is a core set of skills required to a be a witcher,

each school taught its students differently and focused on different aspects of witcher training. Thus, witchers from different schools often act differently and go about their jobs in similar but varied ways."

During this time, the Schools all produced hundreds of Witchers, and each was their own person, With their own preferences and personality, despite the schools themselves having reputations for Witchers with only a few certain traits. For instance, the Bear Witcher Ivo of Belhaven fought like a Viper or Cat Witcher, but in personality was a perfect fit for the Bear School with how standoffish he could be.

They also all customized their gear in different ways, usually keeping their gear in similar fashion to their school's, as its what they trained in an were used to. For example, Bear Witcher Junod of Belhaven wore what appears to be a set of Wolf School armor he had modified to fit Bear Witcher style.

Witchers also at this time experimented with signs. The Griffins obviously focused on making them more powerful, and the Bears pushed Quen to a level beyond any other school. But the most interesting case is that of Warrit, a blind Viper Witcher who used the lesser known Somne sign as a form of echolocation.

The Golden age lasted for around 150-200 years or so, ending around 1160 when the monster populations had been hunted down enough that people's main concern stopped being the monsters, and became the Witchers themselves.

The Griffin School, refusing to share the knowledge of its library, was destroyed by jealous mages. A group of peasants and mages attacked the Wolves' keep out of nowhere. The Bears failed to destroy a powerful cabal of vampires and, when peasants rioted and came for their keep, chose to disband rather than engage in needless slaughter. The Cat's keep of Stygga is destroyed, but the Dyn Marv chapter may still be alive and well. The Manticore School failed to protect an important prince from a fire elemental, and so lost their funding and closed. The Viper refused to support the Nilfgaardian usurper and were destroyed.

If you've made it this far, holy shit, thank you! I hope you have a great day!

[deceitfuldevout]

Play Me a Tragedy

Dark!Ivar x Wife!Reader

Word Count: +2416

Warning(s): +18, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con, Raiding, Forced pregnancy.

Author's Note(s): Y'all should know by now I'm all for the dramatics.

You and your husband, King Ivar, have been invited to a play. Accompanied by your children to celebrate your wedding anniversary. Filled with entertainment, games, and a feast. But it wasn't just any day, no. This was the day your entire world fell apart. When you were taken from your home, and everyone you loved. All to celebrate what was you considered to be the worst day of your life.

There had been stories told throughout the feast. Every last one of them stroked your husband's never-ending ego. Within only a few years, Ivar had gained a large mass of devoted followers who were willing to die for him and his cause. With that kind of power given to a mad man such as himself, of course it would go to his head.

Ivar convinced the people of Kattegat of his new world order. That if they follow him and him only would they achieve Valhalla. It was more a cult if anything. He made his people believe that you were his very own 'deity'. He claimed that you were made especially for him by the gods. That the two of you were destined for one another, as a way for Ivar to justify his actions. Even after being given the title of 'Queen', you had no say in politics. You were a glorified broodmare. There wasn't a single day that passed where Ivar wouldn't claim ownership over you. He would dress you himself in the finest silks and jewels during the day. By nigh. he would ravage you until the morning.

After the birth of your first child, you had finally broken. Willingly following his orders, knowing that there would be no one else to protect you and your child. Ivar was glad to claim you were finally his. Body and soul. Now proven with his cub. He would remind you everyday to be grateful that it was him who found you first. In his own words, "Who knows how it would end with any other man, this is what's best for you.", That you should be thanking him. Deep down you knew if it were another warrior, they'd tear you apart. After all, it was your husband's status that gave you access to such a luxurious life. A gilded cage fit for a queen.

Today he was obnoxiously louder than usual. His voice booms throughout the dining hall. The entertainers had saved the best story for last. 'A Tale of a Fallen Kingdom.' they called it. There were actors in costume to represent Ivar and his warriors. It only took a moment to realize which day they were reenacting.

The narrator clears his voice before beginning, "Five years ago, to this day..." he states, "King Ivar and his men visit a Kingdom, untouched by war and plague." it was then when the crowd decided to spew their distaste towards your people. Spewing insults and curses at your country's flag. Your brows furrow as your eyes widen. Had that much time really pass? Surely it hadn't been that long...it felt as though you'd been 'married' for almost a decade. But then again only a year with Ivar felt like forever.

It was almost unreal how accurate their clothes were. It had been a while since you'd seen someone dressed in your people's clothes. From the stage setup, to the costume design. It was like a memory had been extracted and put on display. You tear up at the sight of it. Truly missing your home more than ever. Part of you wasn't sure your family were still alive. There was a young maiden dressed in modest clothing. Not just any garb no, it was specifically designed for a lady in waiting. A title you were given from being the general's daughter. There your character stood, following the other meek women of the royal court.

You were portrayed as a ditzy, clumsy little thing. Who couldn't fend to save her life. Scoffing at the display, you turn to face Ivar who had found it all amusing. You roll your eyes. Did he truly find this mockery entertaining? It was obviously a political tool. Then your mind began racing. Was this truly how the people of Kattegat view you? That you were willing to betray your own people so easily. All to become Ivar's own personal whore. Your blood began to boil. This wasn't a love story but a tragedy. The young man dressed as Ivar lets out a triumphant laugh. Your counterpart had depicted you as an absolute moron, who craved the attention of a man that would give a second glance.

You scoff at the display. Out of all your ladies in court, you were the most educated. That's how you captured Ivar's interest. He had been fascinated by your intelligence. It was rare for women in your kingdom to seek an education, let alone willingly. Your parents supported you furthering your studies alongside the men. No one would question their general's only child.

Ivar used to sneak in a few pieces of literature for you to read. The next time he summoned you was for a game of chess. To his surprise you'd beaten him, his entire demeanor had shifted. He partially blames himself for underestimating a woman of these lands. But then again, not many were educated here. It was at the moment where his final decision was made, he had to have you.

Soon enough the audience follows with boisterous laughs. 'Ivar' releases his crutches before making an exaggerated dive for the woman. She squeals, "No no~you handsome heathen!" squealing as the man began to 'ravage' her. You felt a deep pit of despair, falling ill at the sight of their performance. Ivar on the other hand, was ecstatic. He indulged in the portrayal of himself, covering the growing smirk behind his cup. As the narrator continues, "How will the poor maiden survive such a world?" announcing it to the crowd.

It was then when the women clings onto 'Ivar' as if her life depended on it, "Please! King Ivar! Take me! Take me away from this boring life! Make a woman of me!" the woman boasts as she rips her blouse open, "I'm yours!" She lifts her skirts in a seductive manner. You felt sick to your stomach. This is not what happened, not at all. You had a life, a family that you were taken from.

You remember clawing at his face, hard enough to break skin. Ivar hisses from the sting. He lifts your shoulders and slams you against the ground. You felt dizzy from the impact. Air escaping your lungs as you cough to catch breath. Your vision blurs for a moment before realizing he'd already ripped through your blouse. He skillfully cuts through the garment, lifting your skirts to make way.

You despised Ivar's efforts at keeping a heroic image in public. Angry tears fell down your face. Because you, of all people, knew the truth. You have scars to bear with. From the leather bindings that burned into your wrists during that cursed wedding night, to the following months after. How he'd bound you to bed like an animal, until he was sure you were with child.

Ivar chuckles at your eldest son's discomfort. Seeing his parents being depicted as very passionate lovers. He rubs his head, "Someday you will also become a man." causing the four year old to gag. Ivar doesn't wince when your second born sits on his lap. She adores her father. Of course it was easy being the apple of his eye, and at times, she uses it to her advantage.

Every time you'd scold her, she'd run into her father's arms. You on the other hand despised his efforts at keeping a heroic image. When it was clear as day he was not to be trusted. The same hands that held your daughter close, were used to slaughter hundreds.

Seeing such a mockery being displayed to your children made your heart shatter. Tears began to trickle as you sob in silence. Your daughter notices and leaves her father to comfort you. Ivar is too absorbed into the play to pay attention. He lets out a boastful laugh, clutching his sides as the crowd roaring continues. It was during the king's coronation when the Northmen attacked.

Ivar and his men raided the other surrounding kingdoms. As a peace offering they were invited to the ceremony. Little did your leader know what sinister actions would play out. Ivar and the young king had been in talks for a peace treaty.

You held your girl close, shielding her from the next scene. It was the day he had taken you.

You and the other maidens just so happened to pass by the dining hall. It was at that moment when Ivar swore time itself had stopped. He had been mesmerized by your presence. You, a noble maiden had captured the heathen king's heart.

For the entire evening he hadn't cared for anyone's attention but yours. Ordering you to halt everything to give the King your attention. His obsession was obvious to everyone but you. He followed you around like a love-sick puppy. To the point where the King himself appointed you as his foreign advisor.

Ivar had tried everything to woo you. From the promises of riches, to land, to the title of noblewoman. All of which you politely declined. Stating that you were happy with you life the way it was. Part of you knew he wouldn't stop until you gave him the attention he so desperately craved. So much so that he decides to take matters into his own hands.

Suddenly the stage began to erupt with an array of ribbons thrown into the air. To symbolize the arrows lit aflame. Flashes of that night came to you in small doses. You're no longer in Kattegat but now residing in your kingdom, before it was burned to the ground. You could see what was once your home, burning right before your very eyes. Hearing the echoes of your people's screams. The day your life changed forever.

There Ivar was, crawling towards you as you ran for the door. "Help! Help me! Someone please!" you ran as fast as you could. The gates began to close. There was not a moment to waste. You ran because your life depended on it. But it was too late, the guards on the other side began to pull harder for the gate to close. Soon enough it had shut.

You slam it as hard as you can. Until your fists began to bruise, "Please! Someone help me! I'm the commander's daughter! Please!" taking a breath loud enough so that they can hear you, "Don't leave me!" sobbing against the metal doors. As you turn around to find Ivar had caught up with you. He grins from ear to ear covered in blood from the fallen soldiers. With a look in his eyes that said: You're mine.

On the other side of the border your father and his men fought to defend the kingdom's last line of defense. "Sir!" a solider ushers for your father, who scolds him, "Not now boy!" he swings his sword at a heathen climbing the walls. But the man insists, "It's your daughter." causing the general to halt, "What is it boy?!"

"She's missing."

"What has happened?!"

"She left for the market this morning."

Those words alone made his blood run cold, "No..." It was that day when your father had made the ultimate sacrifice. Either let the gates down and weaken the kingdom's last defense, or lose his only child. Soon enough, Ivar had already reached the gates, halting his army from furthering. He demands to speak with your father to make a deal, “General, will you let me wed your daughter?”

He scowls at such a command, “When it rains fire.”

Ivar hums, nodding at the man's proclaim, “So let it be.” He raises his arms in the air, signaling for his warriors to shoot. Hundreds of arrows are lit aflame and shot into the sky. It took three days and nights until your kingdom had finally surrendered. Ivar had won. Your kingdom had lost.

This was the ‘Great love story’ of King Ivar and his queen. Your remember the pain and betrayal felt was immeasurable. Those strong feelings from years ago all came down at once. Like something inside of you had finally tipped over. You finally reach your breaking point, bowing your head in shame. Crying to yourself as your daughter tries her best to comfort you. But her soft heart could no longer take the sight of her mother weeping, as she wraps her arms around you and cries.

It catches the attention of your husband. It was then when his mood had shifted. He couldn’t help but feel like a deep pit had been dug in his belly. Ivar swishes the ale in his mouth, swallowing it as if it were bitter.

He sighs, standing up from his seat, “Halt!” he commands. The room goes silent. There isn’t so much as a whisper. Ivar gathers the actors, lining them up in a row for interrogation. He orders the guards to bring the writer responsible for the play. Soon enough, a timid man is put on stage. It was then when you had to beg your husband to spare his life. Ivar lets out a huff, "You should be thanking my wife for sparing you. Don't let it happen again." with that the celebration had come to an end.

You left as fast as you could. Sending your children off to their rooms before returning to your dreadful marital chambers. You ready yourself for bed, hoping that Ivar would return much later. When you hear his footsteps approaching you don't bother to look him in the eye. You help your husband remove his leg braces; since he's only ever let you do it.

When the two of you are finally in bed, Ivar reaches for your waist. He wraps his arms around your body as he held your bodies together. He presses his nose against the top of your hair, whispering, "It was the gods who led me to you my love..." he sighs, breathing in your scent. He hums, "The healers have already informed me." he brushes his hand flat against your mid drift. He feels for the swell of your under belly, one of his favorite things to do. If he could stay like this forever, he would. Ivar reassures you with soft whispers, "There there my love, it is in the past..." as he gently wipes the tears away, cooing as you cried the rest of the night in his arms.

[bjornswoman]

Right person wrong time

Requested by @rochyu.

Author's note: Hey people! I am back. I know it's been long and I am sorry for that but I had to manage some serious things that kept me away for some time. Sorry for making you waiting too long. I hope you will like it. I hope it's like you wanted this to be, because it's a request inspired by this scene of Game Of Thrones. Well, till the next time have fun and take care.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader.

Genre: Drama, sad, romance, angst.

Summary: You had an affair with Ivar.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, beating, miscarriage.

Men don't deserve anything.

You were late to understand that to survive in a world full of hungry for power men is not easy. It had never been easy for a woman in power. But that wasn't the only reason men didn't deserve you. You loved and you got betrayed. You payed for it with the worst way possible and the man that you didn't believe that would be like all the others was just the same and maybe worse.

Anyways, those traumas made you who you ended up being. A queen. Somehow you managed to survive from vicious men.

By telling vicious men nobody could leave behind Ivar the Boneless. He was the man you thought different from the others. Not because of the deformity of his legs. Nothing like that. But from his character. They called him cruel and other words related to monster, but he wasn't only that. At least that was what you believed at first.

But you did your mistakes. Ivar wasn't the only one to put the blame on. Sometimes you even caught yourself thinking how it would be like if you ended up together somehow. How it would be like if he didn't sail to England and didn't die. You had to admit he had a thing for that place he hated it with every bit of his cold heart. His heart wasn't that cold eventually.

Back there, you were just the woman of a new crowned king. A man you hated with every bit of your heart. You felt some of the hate Ivar did for England. Arvid wasn't the right man for you and you knew that from the beginning when your father, another king, married you off to him. Arvid was cruel and you got to know it with the worst way.

Well, you hated the man and then—after a couple of months of your wedding—Ivar came in the picture. The young king of Kattegat plotting an alliance with your husband. That was how you met each other. At first, his curious blue eyes were stuck on you. Then he was talking with you. You grew to like him and he did the same. You even made plans in your mind about a future with him. A future that was impossible to have.

All this fall away after your first and only night together. He had confessed during that night that due to that deformity he couldn't have children, but as the story proved some time after that night, he could. He had impregnated you. You wanted to tell him, but he wasn't around anymore, he was back in Kattegat, and at the same time you were trying to hide it from your husband.

Apparently, you were awful at hiding.

You walked inside the Great Hall of your house after your husband's demands. Ivar was already there. When your eyes met, you could see the confusion in his curious blue eyes.

You were about to take your place next to your husband. You were going to sit on your seat next to his throne. But as you walked closer to him, his hand stopped you. Arvid held his hand in front of you and stopped you. You obeyed and stopped there, looking at him. You couldn't imagine back then that he had managed to find out about your secret thing with king Ivar.

Ivar and his men were behind you, seated at the tables of the Great Hall. You didn't dare to look back at him, but you could feel his gaze burning your back. He could sense that something was wrong too.

Arvid stood up from his throne, grabbing his axe from the floor next to him his men gathered around you two. You looked at them and then at him. You felt afraid. You weren't going to let anyone see, as you were still the queen, king Arvid's wife.

Ivar was looking at you, his brows collided as he was watching what was happening around there. He was angry, it was obvious, but he was cleverer than to cause a scene. But what it came to you, he didn't know what was happening to him. Ivar saw red. Well, even worse he saw black. In the thought that you were in trouble made him sick, made want to kill everyone inside this room, but that wasn't a wise thing to do.

Arvid raised his sword and pointed it to you. You felt like you wanted to look at the floor, to look like you were guilty about something, but you didn't do it. You kept your face straight on him, watching each move he did. He walked closer to you still pointing that axe to you.

"Do you know the reason you are in this position, (Y/N)?" Arvid asked you as he placed the blade of his axe on your chin and lifted your face a bit. Before you could even speak, say that you didn't know, he did it for you. "You are here to answer about your latest treason." He spoke again looking at you. After that you were sure that he knew what you did and with who.

"My king, please let me—" You were about to beg about something anything, you just wanted to save this child and Ivar. Even if he seemed like he didn't even care about your condition, you wouldn't want him to get hurt.

You were no shieldmaiden, no woman who could fight. You couldn't even lift a sword, but for this child you were able to do everything.

As you spoke, your eyes got wet. You couldn't keep your tears. You were weak. You were weak in the eyes of Gods' and you hated that but you couldn't keep it anymore. You didn't care that you were humiliated, not when your child was still fine.

"You betrayed me with the worst way, woman. You cheated on me with another man. You humiliated me. Killing you would sent a message to whoever thinks that he can betray me and get away with it, but that would cause me more problems with your father. So I have to punish you with another way." When he finished talking, he threw the axe on the floor next to me and walked but to his throne. Arvid sat on the seat and looked at you. Your cheeks were wet with new tears that you were trying to keep in so hard. A smirk formed on his face as he was watching you. "Bo." He spoke to one of his warriors and he moved closer to you. Your eyes didn't move from your husband's figure as you were waiting for his next commands. "And leave her face. I like her pretty." That was his last command before Bo punch you

First he punched your belly and your screamed. Your hand met your still tiny belly and cried. You wanted to fight back. You needed to fight back for your baby. You had fallen after his punch. When you stood, you saw him coming again.

"Not on the belly please. Please!" You cried but he didn't listen. He punched you there again and you fell. You tried to stand up again, but you felt terrible pain in your belly. "My baby..." You cried silently as you saw the blood on your dress. You closed your eyes before you try to stand up again. You were humiliated. You had lost your baby. You had nothing left.

When you opened your eyes, they moved on Ivar. He was stood now. All angry. But his men were holding him back in place. It wouldn't be beneficial for him to start a war with Arvid.

That was the moment you understood that Ivar didn't matter. He wasn't worth all this humiliation at the end of the day and that was one of the worst parts of your punishment. The first one was the loss of your baby.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to say that my dear wife was with another's child." Arvid said as he stood up from his throne, just to make this scene more intense. "Don't you think my lady is a little bit overdressed? Unburden her." He spoke and Bo kicked you and you fell.

His axe cut off your furs and then your dress. You were crying the whole time, but it was all silently. You were grieving only for your child. You didn't care a bit for your humiliation and your lost pride. Before the dress fall from you, Ivar was the one to step up. But it was too late for him to help you. After the loss of your child you didn't care anymore.

"Enough!" Ivar yelled and jumped in front of everyone before they could stopped him. He grabbed his cloak and threw it over your shoulders, as his bodyguards helped you stand, without being exposed.

"This is getting interesting." You heard Arvid say, as the fight was about to begin, because that was what was going to happen after this. Two of Ivars personal guards walked you away from there. You were crying the whole time and declined the help they offered you.

That was the moment you realized you were all alone. That women in this world, in the viking world were either powerful or powerless. They were treated either like a piece of meat or they were famous shieldmaidens or queens. And you were tired of being the first. You were tired of men treated you like you were their property.

After some time that you were rubbing your hurting belly and crying silently, Ivar found you. He had some bruises on his face and blood all over him. He dismissed his guards and came close to you. His hand found your belly. You could see the tears forming in his eyes. You could never think that Ivar the Boneless could cry over something.

"I wish I knew about this child." He spoke as he was caressing your belly. "I would share with it all the old Norse stories I know." He continued and stopped touching your body. Ivar looked at you, but you avoided to. "You should have told me." He whispered and that was the moment you snapped.

"What?! Are you blaming me? If you had stepped in before he had the chance to hit me, this child would have been well! I would have been well! If you hadn't left me at the first place, nothing would have happened!" You snapped as you walked away from him all mad. You knew that you shouldn't blame it on him. It was all you fault. You shouldn't have trusted any man. You shouldn't have let this happen. You were married. You didn't choose Arvid, but you were his wife.

Ivar snapped too. This was too much for him as well. He wanted a child all his life and he thought that he incapable of having one and after it happened he lost it that way. And apart from that he was losing as well. The only woman he had grown feelings for.

"How dare you blame this on me? You were the one who didn't tell me about my child! You were the one was married with another at the first place!" He yelled at you. You started crying again after that, but not out of fear, out of anger. You were so angry and so sad at the same time that you couldn't control your feelings. Apart from everything you felt angry with you for being so weak, for not being able to control you and never start this thing with Ivar. "I killed him." Was the only thing he said before he walked away from you.

And that was the last time you saw him.

The truth to he spoken, you thought countless of times how it would be like if you stopped him. If you didn't let him go. If you left with him. So many ifs that you thought about.

After that memory, you became strong. You trained a lot and became fearless. But you still loved him. After all this time that blue-eyed man was stuck inside your head. When you heard about his achievements you felt happy. Lowkey, you always hoped about an encounter. A chance with him, as you preferred to call it.

Ivar was what people call right person, wrong time.

Maybe you were wrong. Men didn't deserve, but there are exceptions in everything. So on second thought Ivar was one of them. And that was the reason he left that day. He knew the part of the story that he was wrong and you knew yours.

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2. In This Life (Ivar Vikings)

Sometimes you feel as if you belong in another era, the past seems to be more your home than the present. Other times, you are stuck in the now. Through a dozen of lifetimes, you have searched for each other. From a Viking to a university student, Ivar has always been the love of your existence.

Chapter 2: Dream Man

They say dreams are reality modified. They say you dream what you most desire. Apparently, in the clouds of unconsciousness and peaceful rest, the choices are infinite and utterly yours. Hidden yearnings shape what shows before your eyelids, or more like, inside your brain. That is the romantic, hopeful explanation of dreams. It doesn’t seem to be true at all, at least not for you. Bullshit. If this were the case, why would you crave someone you have never met? Every night, gorgeous blue orbs, only for your enjoyment. Or better yet, why would your nights be plagued with someone you just noticed for the first time? Ivar Lothbrok. He has been in your class since the beginning of the semester, and you just became aware of it. To believe that want him is a joke. Then why is he so, softly looking at you right now, and you instantly melt.

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Hello ❤ got a request. Can you please write about reader that used to be married to rollo and one day he just fucks off without telling the reader. Years later he got informed that the reader had gotten pregnant and that it was his child. Rollo wants to go back to be with his "family" but to do that he has to go through a trail of sorts. He agrees to it without knowing what it is. The trail being, him chained to the bed and having to watch as the reader gets fucked by everybody of the ragnarson family. He is close enough where he can hear and see everything but he is not allowed to touch the reader. And at the end he found out that the reader has gotten remarried to ubbe/bjorn/maybe even ragnar??? And that his child doesn't even know him and he gets kicked out 🤤😌

You can choose to do either just the men of the family including ragnar cause I want to see rollo suffer or you can choose to have the mothers/ wives with them.if you want to, have the reader blind folded so she has to guess who it is ❤

Basically make rollos life hell 😂

What a ride... I guess I never wrote something like that, I am THRIVING, it's filthy, it's messy, has a lot of fluids, and dude it took me forever to finish, like always... Anyways, I hope you like it AND YOU WATCHED THE PROCESS SO BE NICE TO ME! Thank you for your ask babe, have fun you pervert.

Warnings: ALL OF THE WARNINGS POSSIBLE, it's complete filth, pure smut, but with a little plot, not a lot, just a little to give context.

Minors, stay the hell away from this one, I'm not joking.

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen.

You were very young when you first met Ragnar and his brother Rollo. Your eyes crossed paths with them on one of their first meetings with your father, Horik. They were handsome, strong warriors, such a sight when you first saw them, caught your attention very quickly. The meetings ended up with an alliance, Horik and Ragnar decided to raid together in England, returning to Norway filled with treasures and a promise of land. 

A feast was prepared to celebrate, the treasures were shared between everyone but Rollo wanted something else, he wanted more. You didn’t mind at first when his eyes caught yours in the middle of the night, didn’t mind when he approached you and offered a cup of ale, you talked until everyone else was already passed out around you and you ended up in his bed that night. 

You really thought he loved you, he proposed to your father who gladly accepted and you married him just a few months later that night. He moved you to Kattegat, bought you a house and introduced you to his family until It became yours. But things changed, he changed. One day you heard about a woman he had in his life, someone he loved but died years before, and you thought that was the reason, that he couldn’t love you completely because part of his heart died with her and you learned to live like that. 

But Rollo was a different man, to be married to him wasn’t easy, he was demanding, ambitious, always thought he should be doing greater things, that he should be bigger. After years of marriage he became very distant and despite having his way with you every night, you were never able to conceive, you thought to yourself that something was wrong with you, that the gods made you that way and that was another reason for your husband to treat you like that. 

“I went to see the healer.” You told him one night. “She gave me a few herbs that can help.”  

“The gods cursed me.” He mumbled. “An empty woman who can not give me any child.” 

Ragnar was the one to always cheer you up, saying that you weren’t the problem, but his brother. He wouldn’t make a good father, he’d say, the gods won’t give him a child to raise. You never told Rollo about these conversations, he hated his brother and the fact that after Horik’s death, he became the king, something he thought belonged to himself. 

 “Your brother was looking for you.” You warned him as you put his plate in front of him at the table. 

“He came here?” He asked without looking at you. 

“Yes, he said It was important.” You continued. “I think it is about going back to Frankia.” You sat in front of him. “You should take me this time.” 

“No.” He answered simply. 

“Why not?” 

“It’s dangerous, and you have no business in Frankia.” 

“I’m a shieldmaiden Rollo, I wasn't made to sit back at home and take care of your children.” 

“What children? You haven’t given me any.”

They left to Frankia the next morning, Rollo left without saying a single word to you and something in your heart broke that day. Months later they came back, you were at the pier waiting, your baby bump showing and a big smile on your face, a few days after their departure you found out you were with child, and you couldn’t wait to tell Rollo about It. But as the ship docked, your smile died on your face. 

“Where is he?” You asked when Ragnar stood in front of you, his hand immediately touching your belly. He didn’t answer, but you knew, he stayed there. 

Later you learned Ragnar was betrayed by Rollo and defeated by Frankia’s army and the last news he had before leaving was about his marriage with a princess. Rollo had abandoned you without a second thought. 

Years later, you grew accustomed to a new life, your son was already five years old and growing stronger each day. Ragnar took care of you, accepting you in his house, he protected you and your child, who he named after one of his good friends, Leif, and he loved your boy, after his own boys grew into strong men, to have yours running around gave him life and so did you. 

You weren’t blind to Ragnar’s affection towards you, after Aslaug’s death he didn’t have anyone in his life except for you and despite being a sight for sore eyes, you weren’t interested on the men in Kattegat, but both of you never tried anything, maybe you felt wrong about that even though Rollo was gone for so long. However, he wasn’t the only one, Bjorn and Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar, and even Sigurd, all had soft spots for you, but you brushed it off and ignored it as something simple as a crush. 

One night, without a warning, a ship docked at the pier. People let Ragnar know about it, and he went there with both Bjorn and Ubbe, just to find a ship from Frankia, from where Rollo jumped. He frowned, confused by his brother’s presence, Rollo looked into his eyes and swallowed hard.

With a grunt Ragnar turned around, silently nodding for his sons to grab Rollo by his arms and drag him to the great hall. As soon as they got there, Ragnar took his place in his throne and Rollo was thrown on his knees, at his feet. You heard the noise from your bedroom in the back and walked towards It, standing in shock when you finally saw the man. Rollo seemed old, his once dark brown hair was filled with gray strands, so was his beard, he widened his eyes as soon as they met yours. 

“Mama!” You heard Leif’s voice and heard his footsteps running towards you, looking for you. He hugged your legs as soon as he found you. You grabbed him in your arms, Rollo’s eyes focused on the boy and a tiny smile showed up on his face, but that was quickly wiped by a punch, thrown by Bjorn. 

“Don’t look at him.” He grunted angrily. 

It didn’t take long for Ivar and Hvitserk to join you in the great hall, none of them seemed happy to see the man in front of them, neither were you. 

“What are you doing here?” Ragnar rasped.

“I want to come back…” He mumbled. 

“Seems funny… After all these years…” 

“I have every right to be here, to be with my family.”

“The family you abandoned…” 

“I’m here now.” 

“You say this like you’re some sort of treasure we should be proud to gain. Tell me, Rollo, what happened in Frankia to make you want to come back?” 

“I heard about my son, I want to know him.”

You hugged your son, like you could protect him from Rollo’s prying eyes.

“He’s not yours.” You growled. “He’s mine, only mine. Didn’t your princess give you any sons?” 

“Brother…” Rollo looked at Ragnar. 

“Don’t talk to him, talk to me, I’m the wife you abandoned!” You insisted but lowered his head again. “This is unbelievable…”

“I want to prove myself.” He answered. “To you…” He looked at Ragnar then moved to you. “And to you.” He sighed. “To the gods… I deserve that!”

It took a few minutes of silence between all of you, Rollo looking around searching for any sign of kindness, but you weren’t one to pity that man, not after everything he put you through. 

“Take Leif to the back.” Ragnar told you. “And come back here.” 

You didn’t understand at first, but nodded and took your son to your bedroom, asking one of the servants to stay there with him. 

“Don’t leave until I come back.” You told her under your breath, locking her inside. 

When you came back you found Rollo tied up to a chair in the middle of the great hall, Ragnar was standing in front of him while his sons waited behind him. He looked over his shoulders and offered his hand to you, you frowned but took it, walking until you were standing by his side. 

Ragnar grabbed you by your waist, startling you who quickly wrapped your arms around his neck for support when he took you in his arms, bride style, taking you to the nearest table, he sat you there, taking his place between your legs. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked under his breath, only for you to hear. 

“I do.” You whispered shyly and he smiled.

Ragnar took a cloth from his pocket and covered your eyes, your breath caught on your throat and you sighed heavily. You felt his hand feather touching your face before moving away from your body and you immediately felt the absence of his warmth. The next thing you felt was a pair of hands on your thighs and a warm breath against your cheeks, before you noticed, someone kissed you. 

The kiss was feverish, filled with a hunger you never experienced before, you’ve never been kissed like that. Teeth and tongue, saliva gathering on the corners of your mouth, a pair of hands meeting the base of your spine pulling you closer to the edge of the table, his thighs between yours keeping your legs open. He stopped the kiss to murmur against your lips.

“Waited so long to do this.”

You recognized Ragnar’s voice before he kissed you again, your mind spinning when your hands met his hips, unconsciously pulling him into you. His hands roamed down your shoulders taking down the sleeves of your dress. You felt a little self conscious and your body tensed, Ragnar distracted you by taking his kisses down your neck and collarbones, making you shiver. A “what’s this…” growled by Rollo sounded in the back of your mind and something twisted inside you, you felt excited.

Ragnar kept kissing down your chest, taking down your dress until your breasts were exposed, your breath hitched and your nipples hardened on the cold of the great hall. His mouth latched at your nipple, sucking on the little nub, your hands met the back of his head and you pressed his face against your chest, wanting more of that sensation. He did the same to the other nipple, using his hand to knead at the free breast.

Between your legs, Ragnar found the skirts of your dress, raising everything up your waist “Open your legs for me.” He asked against your lips and you obeyed, suddenly he moved away from you and stood by your side, your pussy now in full display for Rollo’s widened eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Rollo asked with gritted teeth. 

“What do you think?” Ragnar asked back, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and making you whine. “I’m gonna fuck your wife.” 

With that being said, Ragnar kneeled in front of you, hands rubbing on your calves before putting them on his shoulders. His lips brushed against the side of your inner thighs, his beard scratching the soft skin as he peppered kisses all around until he shoved his face into your bare pussy, licking from your hole to your clit. Your back arched and you gasped, putting your arms behind your back, on the table, for some support, throwing your head back. 

Ragnar was something else while he was eating you out, with a little crowd watching, he wanted to  give them a show. With his face buried into your cunt, he was nosing onto your clit while teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue, then he worked through your folds, long and slow licks like he was savoring you, drinking from you. You suppressed a moan, still self conscious of the others presence surrounding you, earning yourself a low grunt that sent vibrations through your core and a harsh slap on your thighs.

Rollo’s eyes were glued to your body, he was growling under his breath, trying to get rid of the straps binding him to that chair. Ragnar moaned right into your pussy, he moved his tongue quickly and you started to grind your hips on his face, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. His beard was scratching against the soft skin of your pussy, you could feel it rubbing against you painfully while he started sucking on your clit.

Your moans became louder, your hips moved on its own accord, your body was working on automatic, the knot on lower belly forming and tightening. Suddenly, two of his fingers were knuckles deep into your warmth, thrusting up inside you and you gasped: ‘Ragnar’ knowing damn well Rollo was listening to you. Ragnar could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, so he increased his pace, dragging more mewls from your mouth until the knot finally snapped and you groaned loudly. 

Ragnar stood up, turning on his side to stare at a nervous Rollo, his face glistening with your slick, he sucked his fingers clean off your juices and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. Moving away from between your legs, he held your chin, your fucked out face on full display for his brother’s sight. 

“Open your legs.” He ordered again, and you obeyed, showing off your puffy cunt. “Did you miss this, brother? Did your princess have a better one?”  

Once again he was between your legs, shimming out of his slacks and pulling his cock out. His hands quickly held the back of your thighs and pulled you further to the edge of the table, his tip featherly touching your hole making you whine. 

“See, Rollo…” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it against your pussy and coating himself in your juices. “I don’t think you could ever have anything better.” He pushed himself in and both of you moaned in unison, fresh slick leaking out of you to coat his length. 

Ragnar threw his head back, closing his eyes as he felt your warm walls engulfing him, sinking into you slowly until he’s fully sheathed. He pulled back completely just to slam inside you again, he did that slowly a few times, like he was savoring every inch of you, until he was thrusting up inside you and he didn’t hold back. Holding your hips with one of his hands, the other met the space between your breasts, pushing you back until you laid down on the table. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“Gods…” You moaned, holding onto the table like your life depended on it. 

With your eyes covered, you felt everything more intensely, Ragnar’s body on you, picking up the pace until he was pounding hard into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every thrust. You clenched down on him and he gasped, hand squeezing your hip hard while the other kneaded on your breasts that bounced with every movement of your body. 

When he felt your thighs starting to tremble, he brought his hand to your aching pussy and found your clit, making quick work of your bundle of nerves with the tip of his fingers. You moaned again, loudly, feeling your orgasm approaching you, the knot on your lower belly starting to form. 

“Let go for me.” He begged under his breath. 

With a particular hard thrust the knot snapped, triggering Ragnar’s own release as he pushed himself to a hilt, his body tensing as both of you panted heavily. He leaned forward for a moment spreading kisses all over your stomach before moving away from between your legs, putting his trousers back and holding one of your knees to keep you wide open, his cum dripping from your pussy, onto the table and on the floor. 

“That was...” Ragnar mumbled, three little slaps on your knee had you sitting up straight. 

“Can I-Can I go now?” You heard as Rollo begged.

“What? No…” You felt when Ragnar moved away and heard some shifting around you, the thrilling feeling of not knowing what to expect had your pussy throbbing with need in a way It never did before. “We’re only getting started.”

You gulped, scared about what he meant, but excited at the same time. Next thing you knew, the space between your legs was occupied again, a bulky, slightly familiar body stood there like it belonged there, you shifted on your place, not able to close your legs and feeling again self conscious of your own nudity. 

“Ragnar…” You mumbled under your breath, a pair of hands touched the sides of your face before you were kissed. 

Even though you felt familiarity within the act, that wasn’t Ragnar, that kiss was different, passionate, but still unsure, It felt like he was claiming a new territory. His beard scratched the soft skin on your face, his teeth nipped at your lower lip, you couldn’t help but open up to let him in, you held his face and kissed him back. 

“Can I do this?” He mumbled against your lips and you recognized Bjorn’s voice. You gasped, surprised. 

“Bjorn…” You whispered, your hands started to shake. 

“I’ll be gentle.” He assured you, one of his hands touching the side of your face. “I promise.” 

You felt your heart sinking to your stomach, like it was beating there, the blood in your veins ran fast and your body quivered, your mind was spinning, when his hands found the swell of your pussy you whined in his mouth, turning your head to the side giving him room to work on your neck. Bjorn sucked and nipped your skin like an artist painting his masterpiece, taking his sweet time while his fingers worked through your cum wet folds. 

He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that another man just fucked you minutes ago, by the feeling of it, he seemed turned on. Two of his fingers entered you when his mouth found your perky nipple and you moaned, arching your back offering him more of your chest. You were overstimulated from your previous orgasm and the sensations Bjorn was bringing to you, your peak wouldn’t take long so you clenched around his fingers and worked your hips in sync with his movements. With his thumb he started to nurse on your clit, rubbing the small bead in tight circles until you came on his fingers, a loud, long moan filling the great hall. 

Bjorn wasted no time after this, you felt him standing up and shimming out of his trousers, sinking into you in one swift motion. You gasped, not used to the way he stretched you out, and threw your head back, making room for him to kiss on your neck. He sheathed inside you, not pulling out immediately, just grinding against your hips first, his hip bone teasing your clit. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back, leaning back over your hands. He used both of his hands to grab your breasts then leaned forward to catch one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking on the perky buds. It was messy. Wet with your own arousal and Ragnar’s cum, you could feel it dripping from your core. 

Slowly, Bjorn pulled out completely, just to thrust back in. He did this a few times, dragging soft mewls from your mouth. With his hand between your breasts he made you lay down on the table once more, picking up his pace. You held onto the table while he started to rut against you with full force, your body jolting back and forth. His mouth was skillful on your nipple, going from one to the other and still using his hands. 

“You feel so good…” He mumbled, one of his hands leaving your breasts and quickly finding your clit. 

You moaned loudly. With two of his fingers he pinched your clit, then dragged his finger around in tiny circles. The pressure on your belly started to build and you squeezed your eyes shut, even though you weren’t actually with them open to start with. Your mind could only focus on his movements, you clenched around his cock and he growled, speeding up his fingers and his thrusts. Bjorn was fucking the air out of your lungs as he fucked you like his life was on the line, his cock throbbed inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was filling the great hall and was so loud. 

“Enough.” 

Somewhere, on the back of your mind, you heard Rollo’s beg, but as your climax approached you could only think of this. Bjorn’s thrusts started to falter, he became sloppier as he chased his own release and you were right behind him, feeling the pressure on your body finally explode. You came around his cock, clenching down on him with a wanton moan. He came right after you, feeling you to the brim with his seed, grunting raspily. 

He wobbled away from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He leaned against the table trying to catch his own breath, eyes still on your fucked out body on the table. Unconsciously, your hands went to the cloth on your eyes, almost getting out of the way but a cold hand on yours stopped you. You whined impatiently but before you had the chance to complain, the same hand grabbed a handful of your hips, dragging you out of the table until you stood on the ground.

There was this silence, the only thing in your mind being the amount of pleasure going through your veins, you could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, your breathing uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly while you tried to ease your body. Your hands traveled to the body in front of you, holding his shoulders while he kept his firm on your hips. 

You had no idea who he was, you felt his body against yours, the familiar scent you were used to feeling but couldn’t recognize him. His hips met yours and you felt his hard cock against your core, making you moan. Taking your face with both of his hands he kissed you. His kiss was calm, soft even, nothing like the sexual spiral you just got out of. His hands explored the sides of your body with care, like you would vanish from his sight at any moment. 

The mess between your legs made you painfully aware of what just happened, either way his fingers found their way to your core, his tips exploring your folds, he coated his fingers in the your slick, the mixed cum inside your pussy, then he pushed his middle one all the way in, til he was knuckle deep inside you. You sobbed and threw your head back when he started to kiss down your jaw so you could give him more space.

His kisses met your neck, he circled your clit and that made you jerk in response. Suddenly his fingers were inside your mouth and you whined at the taste on your tongue. You started sucking on his fingers, obscenely licking through it and he groaned when under his breath, you licked him clean.

He stretched you out with his fingers, pumping in and out of you as he kissed down your chest, your body arching, right thigh rising up his waist opening up a little more for him. He curled his fingers up finding your sweet spot and making you see stars behind your eyelids. You started to grind down on his fingers while the sound of your moans resonated around the great hall. He licked down your collarbones and your legs started to shake, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

You felt like your body was on fire, shaking violently until the knot snapped and your orgasm hit you like a punch. You  clenched hard on his fingers, body falling limp on the table, but before you had the chance to ride your own high, your body was pushed and turned around, your back hitting his chest, you could feel his hard cock on your behind, listening while he struggled with his trousers, pulling down his legs til the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock from its confines. He teased you with the tip between your ass cheeks and you teased back, grinding on his hips, silently begging for him to just slide in. 

He lined his cock to your wet folds, enticing another moan from you and then he pushed in, his tip stretching your walls. You gasped, fingers holding the table for support while you felt him sliding only a few more inches in. His hand rubbed up your back until he grabbed the nape of your neck, you grunted feeling him leaning your body forward, your breasts pressed against the head of the table while he started to thrust up into you. 

He was fully inside you when he used his free hand to pinch on your clit, making your body jolt, your walls fluttered around him, a choked whine slipped through your lips as he went deeper. He picked up his pace quickly, hands now on your shoulders tugging your body back to meet his thrusts, your body trembling when you felt the pleasure building up once again, extremely sensitive from everything that already happened to you. You both moaned loudly, he was lost on you just like you were on him, every thrust was powerful and deep, stroking every nerve ending inside your pussy. His hips slapped against yours, the table shaking with his movements. 

“Gods…” You cried out, feeling the pressure on your lower belly. 

He cursed under his breath, feeling your walls clenching hard around his length, his own climax coming through while you felt the first impact of your orgasm. Your entire body froze as he fucked you through the haze, coming inside you a few seconds later. 

“That’s your idea of punishment?” Rollo growled, his voice far away like It was in another room, your mind still dizzy with pleasure. “Are you punishing me or her?” 

“Her?” Ragnar scoffed. “I’m not punishing her, brother. Watch It… She likes it. She wanted It.” 

You felt a pair of hands wrapping around your waist and your body was gently sat on the table again, the mess between your legs just growing by the minute, staining the soft skin of your thighs and leaving you slightly bothered. A kiss on your forehead had you trembling even more, so you raised your hand trying to hold his.

“Who…?” You couldn’t finish the phrase, but your hand was softly removed and you were left alone. 

“It’s done, I’m done!” Rollo tried one more time.

You heard Rollo’s begs one more time, his voice was shaky and you imagined his face. If you remembered correctly at this point he would be all red and sweaty and your tummy twisted with excitement, you shouldn’t like this as much as you were.  

“Well… We’re not.” Ragnar answered carefully. 

For a moment nothing happened, you sat there with your body trembling. The line between pleasure and pain was thin and your body had started to complain about It. Suddenly you felt someone taking the place between your legs one more time but despite being so tired, your mind seemed to have other plans, your skin prickled at the warmth engulfing you, another familiar scent wrapping your whole body. 

He didn’t waste any time, he kissed you… Kissed you like he craved you, feverishly. His lips moved in sync against yours while his hands roamed through your sweaty body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugged him with your legs feeling his hard cock against your abused cunt. You were too sensitive, your body was hot all over, and even though It was telling you It couldn’t take it any longer, your fucked out brain wanted more. 

You grinded against his hips and started to fumble with his trousers until you freed his cock from its confines. You grabbed at his length and he moaned in your mouth, waiting for you to align the head of his cock against the pulsing entrance of your pussy and you cried out at the new intrusion, feeling incredibly sore. 

Overwhelmed by pleasure, you started to grind against his hips again, urging him to fuck you. With both of his hands on your hips, he set an excruciatingly slow rhythm, distracting you with his mouth on your neck, he started to paint your skin in dark bruises. You cried again, threw your head back while letting your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself, like his body was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you from floating away. 

With one of his hands, he started to play with your clit, massaging the sensitive nub between his fingers, dragging more mewls from your lips, making you writhe against his strong grip. His cock was unrelenting, picking up his pace as he started to fuck you hard and deep, your sensitivity only amplifying the waves of pleasure that crossed your veins. Your pussy fluttered around his length and he knew you were close, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, the spongy head of his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot and you moaned loudly. 

You felt his hand snaking up your chest until it found your neck and he pressed for a moment, your breath hitched, caught up in your throat and you clenched down on him. You got lightheaded and his thrusts became sloppier, you could feel he got lost in yourself very quickly and arousal twisted in your stomach, you felt flattered. 

He gave a chucked off groan and for a moment you imagined who it could be, which one of them was fucking you this time, the great hall was filled with his grunts and the wet squelch of your pussy. 

“Faster… Please…” You managed to mumble. 

Your pussy was clenching desperately around his cock and he was throbbing inside you, he was close too, you could feel it. He fucked you hard and faster until he sheated tightly into your pussy holding you in place as he came, triggering your own orgasm. You came so hard your mind went blank, your body spasmed and you went limp in his arms. He held you strongly so you wouldn’t fall, your head on his shoulders as you breathed heavily. He rubbed your back for a minute before he pulled out and after making you sure you were firm, sitting on the table, he left. 

“I-I… Ragnar…” You raised your hand blindly and seconds later you felt his fingers intertwined with yours.

“You’re doing great for me, my love.” He whispered, lips on your sweaty forehead. “Can you give me one more?”

“I don’t know…” You breathed.

“I know you can, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He kissed your lips. “Give me one more so we can take care of you.” 

We. You noticed the weird choice of word and felt him when he kissed your knuckles. We. What did he mean by that? Your thoughts were cloudy when his warmth surrounded you again, he picked you up in his arms and you immediately wrapped yours around his neck, laying down your face on his shoulders, letting him carry you wherever. 

Ragnar sat you down on someone’s lap, when you felt a pair of shaky legs right under your body and nervous hands wrapping around your waist. He turned you around, made you put one of your knees on each side of that body and just like that he left. There was a nervous silence between you two, but you were close enough to feel his shaky breath against your cheeks. 

Suddenly, he used one of his hands to take off your blind fold, you blinked your tears away, trying to get used to the new brightness. You focused on the image in front of you and met Ivar’s widened eyes staring back at you. Ivar was nervous, but you could sense his arousal in the way that he watched you, intently following down your body, from your face to your collar bones and your chest, your soft belly and your exposed core, he gulped. 

You stayed like that for a moment, only looking at each other like you were trying to read each other’s minds, you almost forgot about the little crowd watching you two but as his eyes wandered over your shoulders you were reminded. 

“C-Can I kiss you?” He stuttered and you nodded dumbfounded. His lips touched yours slightly, shaky and cold, you didn’t kiss him back at first, then he pulled back, looking at you with a frown and a little pout. “You don’t want to…”

“No!” You were quick to respond. “I want to. I really want to, Ivar.” You reassured him and his expression softened.

You cradled his face between your hands and kissed him, this time deeply, your tongue teasing his as you felt his hands pressing on waist, pressing your body down. When you pulled away, he was gone, glossy eyes staring back at you as he choked out a whimper, following your face with his eyes still closed, reaching for your lips. 

He sighed and opened his eyes, he frowned again, so impatient. You touched his lips with your thumb, fluffy and wet from your last kiss and he licked the tip, you shuddered. Being that close he seemed so young to you, kinda lost in his own feelings and sensations, so different from the Ivar you knew, he always seemed so sure of himself. 

Ivar opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but as you rolled your hips down his lap he gasped, that seemed to erase every trace of thought in his head, he just closed his eyes and whimpered, throwing his head back. You used the chance to latch onto his neck, groaning quietly against his skin. Gods, you were soaked. It was definitely not like you hadn’t been fucked into oblivion by four men already, you were ready to get lost one more time. You licked his skin, sucked and nipped, leaving behind tiny red marks, basking in the sounds he was making. 

“Can I?” You asked him and he nodded, that was the only permission you needed to come back to his neck, to start rolling your hips over again. 

The rumors about the young man not being able to satisfy a woman were the biggest lie, you thought to yourself. You could feel him getting hard under your body and the thought of having him inside you was driving you mad. 

“I’m so wet for you, Ivar.” You murmured against his ear, only for him to hear you and he whimpered again, thrusting up his hips a bit. 

“For me?” He whispered breathlessly and you nodded, tracing his lips with your thumb again before kissing him feverishly. 

“Yes.” You grabbed his hand and put it between your bodies, his fingers met with your core, rubbing the mess of fluids on your pussy. “Will you help me?” 

He nodded, dumbfounded. You used your hand between your bodies to grab his cock and started jerking slowly, his lips parted as he gasped for air. The fact that these small touches were bringing so much pleasure to him was even more exciting to you. Your faces are so close you can feel his breath against your cheeks, your lips almost touch and his fingers trembled between your legs, nervously moving between your folds. 

Abruptly, you intensified your movements, he choked out a groan and closed his eyes, precum was leaking from his tip, making it easier for you to slide your hand up and down his cock, that pulsed and twitched in your hand. Quickly you moved it away, standing up a bit to line up his cock with your entrance, he looked at you like you were some sort of goddess, silently worshiping you, shaky hands wrapping around your waist as you sat down his length. 

“Gods… Please…” He groaned when he felt your warm walls engulfing him. 

You placed your hand on his shoulders as you fucked yourself over his cock, slowly moving your hips up and down. You brought his hand back down your body and started to use his fingers to massage your clit.

“Like this?” He asked in awe. 

“Yes…” You answered under your breath. 

Quickly you started to bounce on his cock, riding him like your life depended on it. The great hall was filled with Ivar’s small grunts and your breathy moans. You squeeze at his shoulders and threw your had back, he kept his fingers in your clit, drawing hard circles on your little nub just like you taught him and you could feel him twitching inside you, you knew he was close and so were you. 

You moaned with every thrust, you hunched over and kissed him, his arms wrapped around your waist and he pushed you down on his cock. You felt his release and he moaned loudly against your mouth. Your own high coming down hard on you as you clenched on him, cumming for what felt like the thousandth time that night. 

You laid down on his shoulder for a moment, trying to ease your breathing as you came down from your orgasm. He hugged you tightly, thumb drawing small circles on your back and you could fall asleep right there, you closed your eyes and your consciousness almost abandoned you for a moment, that’s when you felt someone taking you up from Ivar’s lap and you whined, feeling empty and sore. 

“I’ll take care of you.” Ragnar mumbled in your ear. “Take him out, we don’t want him here.” 

You imagined he was referring to Rollo who was finally silent, or maybe you just stopped listening to your surroundings. In Ragnar's arms you did fall asleep, waking up again only when you felt a warm cloth between your legs, you quickly moved away from the touch but was stopped by a pair of hands on your legs. 

“I’m just cleaning you up.” Ragnar told you and you opened your eyes, finding him sitting by your side, you looked around and recognized his bedroom, the furs were soft against your skin and you were extremely tired. 

“Was I good?” You asked under your breath, reaching out for his hand, which he really took, taking it to his lips, spreading kisses all over it. 

“So good...” He said it against your skin and you smiled tiredly. 

After cleaning you up he snuggled by your side, covering your bodies with fur and putting your head on his chest, rubbing your hair as you slowly fell back to sleep. 

“Our best girl.” Was the last thing you heard before drifting into slumber. 

***

[bteezxyewriter12]

Reunited

Pairing- Ivar x Named Reader

Word count- 2.2k

Includes- Battle, death, killing, blood, angst

*For the end of the story I got the words Ivar says from the show. I am not that good at writing dialogue 😃

Ivar POV

"NO!", I scream

I watch as a Saxon soldier turns her around and stabs his sword through her abdomen, coming out of her back

I push through the fighting to get to her

My shieldmaiden

My wife

The love of my life

She lifts her arm up, stabbing her knife deep in his neck

She screams in his face, bringing her knife across his neck, blood spurting as he screams in pain

She lets go of him, him falling to the side

I am almost to her

She collapses on her knees, pulling the sword from her body

She cannot die

She cannot

I cannot live without her

She is my everything

If she dies, I have nothing to live for

She sways to the side and I get to her just in time

Grabbing her, I pull her to me, sitting down in the dirt and mud, holding her in my arms

"Joanne. You are alright. You will be alright", I say, tears blinding me

"Ivar-", she whispers

"No. Love no. You are alright", I cry, looking at her wound

She is bleeding profusely and I press my hand against the wound to try to stop the bleeding

"Ivar. I....I love you", she coughs, blood falling from her mouth

"No. Please do not leave me. Please. I need you."

"You...you will....be fine.", she struggles to say, "You are...I...Ivar the Boneless. You will win. You...you will....survive"

I sob, shaking my head, "No. I will not be fine Joanne. Not without you. Never without you"

"I..I...I will see you again", she says

I know

We will be together in Valhalla

It is just the waiting in between that will kill me

The pain of not having her in this life

The pain is already overwhelming

I force a smile, "Yes my love. You are going to Valhalla with the gods. The valkyries will take you to Odin's hall where you will feast with them."

She smiles, nodding, "Yes. I....I...wwww ...will wait for you"

"Yes my love. I will come and we will be together forever", I tell her

I kiss her lips softly, feeling her kiss me back for the last time

That thought shatters my heart

This is the last time I will kiss her

"I love you. So much", I tell her

"I llll....love you Ivar. Always"

"Always", I repeat to her

Her breath slows as she tries to get more air, pain in her face

"It is alright my love.", I whisper, running my fingers in her hair, "You can go. Go with the valkyries. Rest baby"

She closes her eyes and a few minutes later she stops breathing

"Joanne?", I whisper

She does not answer

"My love?", I try again, hoping against hope that she is not dead

Just sleeping

I shake her arm but nothing

She is gone

She is really gone

I let out a wail of pain and grief, pulling her close, burying my face in her neck as I cry harder than I ever have

I do not care about the battle around me

I do not care if I die

I want her

I want to be with her

"No please", I sob, "I love you. Please come back."

I know I told her she can go

And I do not want her to be here in pain

But I miss her already

So much

"Ivar!"

I feel someone pulling my arm

Pulling me back from her

"NO!", I roar, pulling my arm from whoever it is and wrapping it back around her

I cannot leave her here

It is my fault we are here

She wanted to stay in Kattegat

Live a normal life with me

But I, I was obsessed with coming to Wessex and defeating Alfred

She came with me in spite of what she wanted

She fought for me

And she died

For me

I should of stayed with her in Kattegat

"Ivar what are you doing?"

Hvitserk

It is Hvitserk

He comes around to my other side

"We are in the middle of a battle. Get up!"

"She is gone", I sob, looking at him, "She is dead"

"What? Who?"

He looks down, his eyes widening seeing her in my arms

"Jo?", he whispers, "She is...no she is not"

"She is. She died in my arms Hvitserk. What do I do? I need her. I do not know what to do without her."

Hvitserk looks around panicking, "We have to leave. We have to get out of the battle"

"I will not leave her!", I shout

"No. No Ivar. I will carry her. You get up and head for the trees"

No

I am not letting her go

"She stays with me"

"Ivar!", Hvitserk yells desperately, "You cannot carry her. I will. I will not leave her. I swear. But we have to go now"

He is right

I have no choice

I cannot carry her because of my stupid legs

I have no choice but to trust him

"If anything happens to her-"

"It won't. Let's go"

I let him take her from me and I watch him stand up, carrying her

I stand up and he nods, turning from me and heading quickly towards the trees

I move as fast as I can following him

"Back to the camp", he calls to me, heading that way

I leave the battle, not caring about the outcome

All I care about is her

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I look down at her

She looks like she is sleeping peacefully

Not like she is dead

Today is her funeral

Today I have to say goodbye to her for the last time

The shieldmaidens did a good job preparing her

They cleaned her, put her in her armor, braided her hair

Her shield is next to her, her sword in her hand

Her axe is on her other side, her dagger next to it

Her wedding ring glints in the sun, her arm ring glittering as well

The shieldmaidens and warriors have put trinkets on the pyre with her

Combs, jewelry, food, weapons

She was a shieldmaiden all her life, fighting alongside them, alongside me, my brothers

She was an important part of Kattegat, a skillful commander

She will be missed

To me she was much more

She was my wife, my one true love

My biggest supporter

She believed in me, no matter what, stood by my side whether I was wrong or right

She loved me unconditionally, she never saw me as a cripple, never treated me differently from anyone

She was the best person I have ever met

And I am so grateful that she was mine and I was hers

"I love you so much", I whisper, "You are my everything. I am so lost without you. I look forward to the day I can be with you again"

Leaning down, I kiss her forehead, then step back, holding out my hand for the torch

My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes again

I have not stopped crying since her death

I have never felt pain like this

Not even with my legs

This pain is worse, immense, never fading

I wake up missing her, my heart broken

All day, everyday

A piece of me died with her

There is a huge hole in my heart and I will never be complete until I see her again

I hear a woman singing in our language, sending prayers to the gods, asking for her swift journey to Valhalla

"Goodbye my love", I choke

I light the pyre, leaving the torch, then moving back

The shieldmaidens knotch lighted arrows, aiming at the pyre

At the signal, they loose their arrows into the pyre, alighting it in fire even more

I will stay here until there is nothing left

Until everything has burned and she is truly gone

And then, I will turn my attention to revenge

And topple the Saxon rule

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Hvitserk falls, looking around the battlefield tiredly

He is exhausted

I walk out into the battlefield, determined to make Hvitserk retreat

His time is done

I stand in front of him as he rises

He looks at me and moves to go around me

"No! No! No! No. No, brother. You’ve done your work. Do not interfere anymore."

Realization fills Hvitserk's eyes and he shakes his head

"All my life has been a preparation for this moment. Stay back."

"Your eyes are blue, Ivar.", he whispers, fear in his eyes, "Not today. Not today, Ivar. No."

Yes today

I know Hvitserk and I have had a tumultuous relationship

Betraying each other, fighting each other

But we always found our way back to each other

He is my only brother who has stood by my side

And while I am excited to see her again, I am sadden that I have to leave Hvitserk

But I knew, I knew today is the day

I planned for it to be today

I tried

I tried to live without her

The past month has been torturous

Waking everyday, remembering she is not there takes my breath away every time

I cannot handle it anymore

I have no interest in living

No purpose

She truly was the reason for everything and without her nothing is worth it

I know Hvitserk knows I am going to her

The look on his face tells me he knows

And I have to say goodbye to him

"I love you brother", I whisper, pressing my forehead to his

"I love you", he whispers back, closing his eyes

I let him go, telling him to leave, to go back

He backs away, his eyes on me

I turn from him and stand in the battle field

"I am Ivar the Boneless!", I yell, in my language, "You know who I am! You know you can't kill me! No matter how hard you try! Because I will live forever!"

I will live forever

With her in Valhalla

I watch my warriors swing their swords, stabbing and cutting heads off

I scream loudly, laughing, urging them to fight

"Are we afraid of death?", I bellow, banging my chest with my sword, "No! We do not intend to die in our beds as old men, but sup with our loved one in Valhalla!"

I yell a warrior cry, turning around

A young frightened Saxon warrior is standing in front of me, holding a dagger, his hands shaking

I look at him, slightly shaking my head

"Don't be afraid", I say, smiling

His arm grabs my shoulder and I feel quick stab after stab, over and over, in my stomach, his knife burying to the hilt every time

Just as fast as he was there, he is gone

Blood spurts from my mouth as I turn around

I see Hvitserk kneeling on the ground

"Brother", I say smiling

My ankle gives, cracking, pain flaring along my leg as I yell, falling to the ground

I feel myself being lifted into arms and when I open my eyes I see Hvitserk

"Ivar", he sobs

I hear him but I look around, searching

Searching for her

Hoping she will come and get me

"Ivar"

I hear her voice

I struggle to turn my head toward her voice

"My love"

I look up, seeing her over me, kneeling next to me

"Love", I whisper

"What?", Hvitserk says

"Ivar, what did you do?", she asks, her fingers touching my face

Oh my gods I can feel her again

"I...I could...not live without you", I cry, tears of happiness at seeing her again running down my face, "I tried. I did. I could not. I was so lost"

"Do you see her?", Hvitserk asks through his tears, "Do you see Joanne? Is she here?"

"Yes", I answer him, staring at her

"You are not lost Ivar", she says softly

"Am I going with you?", I ask hopefully

She smiles, nodding, "Yes my love. I have come to take you with me to Valhalla."

I smile, so happy I can be with her again

"Your father is there. So is your mother. They have been keeping me company while I waited for you"

I am glad my parents are there

I cannot wait to see them

But I need to know if she will be there with me

"Will you stay?"

"Yes my love. We will be together forever."

I nod, peace coming over me

"Jo?", Hvitserk says, "Take care of him. He misses you so much."

She looks at Hvitserk, nodding at him

I do not know if he can see her

"Go Ivar. She came for you. Go be with her. I know that is what you want most"

It is

"I swear. People will know of Ivar the Boneless", Hvitserk whispers

I close my eyes, feeling my body relax

"My love"

My eyes open again, to her holding her hand out

I take it and stand up

Looking around I see the battle has stopped, everyone looking behind me

I turn to see Hvitserk crying over my body

I am dead

"Ivar"

Turning back to her, I smile, pulling her to me, my lips against hers

Feeling her kiss me back revives me and I am back where I belong

With her

"Are you ready Ivar?"

I nod, "Yes. Whenever you go, I will"

She smiles, squeezing my hand, leading me away

And I follow

@e-m-christina

[collecting-stories]

Willow - Ivar the Boneless

Summary: Feast night in Kattegat, some pretty shameless flirting.

A/N: I haven't written vikings in forever but part of this was in my drafts from like, last year and I finally finished it this morning.

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✰ wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark ✰

The lanterns that lined the path from the village to the fjord were lit, glowing a warm orange beneath the ever darkening sky. There were soft sounds of a lyre playing somewhere just beyond your line of sight, settling a trance over the whole of the village as you made your way through smaller parties that gathered outside of the great hall, enchanted by the warm night. Feast nights were always your favorite, less of a formality than a festival or a celebration, you weren't so watched on a feast night as you were other times. 

"Have you come to join the dancing?"

Still, there were some whose gaze you never quite seemed to escape. As you addressed the rustling of bushes near your knees, you peered down in the dim light to find Ivar, stakes dug into the ground as he frowned up at you, obviously not amused by the playful teasing. 

"Perhaps someone could string me up like those nonsensical dolls they bring to market, wouldn't you enjoy that?" He retorted, thinking of the countless times he'd requested his mother have the man with the marionettes killed. Or punished violently, he wasn't picky. 

You bent your knees, squatting down so your butt hovered over the grass, reaching a hand out to stroke Ivar's cheek. He leaned his face into your touch, turning his head just so to brush his lips to your open palm.

"You think I am making fun of you? You forget then, I have felt the way you move against me when we are beneath the furs on your bed my love, there is no dance I long for more." You replied. 

Ivar huffed, tilting his head down just enough to nip at your exposed wrist, "now I know you are playing with me." He replied, "I should have you strung up like that marionettes."

When you smiled he couldn't deny the triumphant feeling that gripped his heart, as if some unknown force was saying 'look, you who is so plagued by hideous feelings and darkness, you have made the sun shine in the dead of night'. 

"You would enjoy that." You repeated his words back to him, a statement this time and not a question. 

Carefully, so that you didn't fall over completely, you stood back up, brushing your hands down the front of your clothing. Ivar watched you as the doors to the great hall sung open and more people filed out, shouting and laughing with each other. The lights inside the building and the ruckus had drawn your attention for a split second but then your gaze was back on Ivar, the soft light of the lanterns shining on his face and illuminating his blue eyes. 

"Shall we take our leave?" You asked, sounding somewhat conspiratorial as you watched him. 

Despite the informality of the feast, you were certain your parents would notice if you were gone for too long or if you left early. They'd been careful with you ever since you'd come of age, cautious of who took an interest in their youngest child. Though they knew better than to speak out of turn about the disabled son of Ragnar Lothbrok, you could see, and so could most everyone else, that he was not who they wanted you to spend time with. Ivar knew, certainly. He'd seen the disdainful looks but it rarely deterred him. Ivar had always been someone who got exactly what he wanted, whether through temper tantrums, deceit, manipulation, or someone's misguided pity. Still, he looked almost surprised at the suggestion, though it only showed for a split second before he was schooling his expression to a neutral one. 

"I thought feast nights were your favorite? Don't you want to celebrate all who have returned from raiding?" He asked, shifting his weight so he could look up at you with more ease.

"Of course I want to," you replied, ignoring the first of his questions, "but I don't think I need anyone in there watching me celebrate your safe return."

Ivar's face flushed up to his ears and you smiled in satisfaction. "You are worse than Loki with your tricks." 

"What tricks?" You asked, sitting this time, your legs crossed in front of you and knees brushing against his hands. You leaned forward, your face as close to Ivar's as you could be without touching him, "don't you want to celebrate?" 

"What would your father say, hm?" Ivar hummed, secretly thrilled when your hand found its place cradling his face again, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. 

"Are you really more interested in discussing my father?" You asked, "when I am famished and have been waiting since the ships first crested the horizon to feast?"

"Were you not just in the great hall?" Ivar questioned, squinting in the dim lantern light so that he could appraise your words. 

"I was. You weren't though and I have been eager to sink my teeth into you," you teased, snapping playfully at him. 

The flush was back on Ivar's cheeks tenfold, flustered by the very suggestion that you wanted to be with him. It wasn't the first time you and he had laid together. Thank god for that, Ivar thought briefly as you stood again, stepping off the path and back toward the bushes that Ivar had come out of before. 

Your first time together had been awkward and slightly painful and he had been embarrassed for some weeks afterward that you would be hesitant to speak to him again, let alone allow him in your bed. Some goddess had blinded you with love or lust or adoration though because you seemed so taken with him from then on that you often sought him out, much to his own excitement. Ivar was just as adoring and in love as you were, if not more. While it was more than true that he got exactly what he wanted all the time, it was always better when he was wanted back. 

"Are you coming?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him. 

"Yes. You'll notice it is a bit more difficult to turn around when you're unable to stand up." He grumbled, digging his stakes into the ground as he shifted himself around to follow you. 

"Perhaps, but I do so enjoy watching you."

"Humorous is it?" Ivar snapped, missing the way you smiled at his sour disposition. 

"Not the word I would use," you replied. "Is a snake in the grass humorous? Or is it beautiful? Dangerous? Exciting?" 

"I am a snake now?"

"Oh, most assuredly my love, you are full of venom. Though, I would gladly let you bite me." You teased, watching him as he caught up with you. 

"You have not let me yet," he replied, looking far more sour at that remark than at anything else you'd said all night.

"Patience."

He huffed, "I have endured a treacherous ocean, armies of men, illness, injury, near death...and you tell me to have patience?"

"Just for a simple kiss." You replied, as if it was nothing to him, "you have brought riches back with you...surely that means more than a simple kiss."

Ivar tugged your ankle as you stepped closer to him, knocking your legs out from under you and watching with satisfaction as you fell to the ground. 

"Ivar!" You laughed, uninjured and no less enamored with him than you had been before. He smiled, devious grin lighting up his features in the dark as he crawled over you, staking the ground over your sleeve so that you couldn't move away from him. "What are you doing?"

"I have no patience," he replied, "I shall have my feast here."