#ivar lodbrok x reader

[axelsagewrites]

Hello,

Can you write an ivar x reader where, as a child reader had a crush on ivar and followed him around. He ends up saying mean things about her to his brothers, not realizing she can hear him. He ends up realizing he has feelings for her but she ends up moving away. Years later, she returns, and she's extremely pretty. Ivars hoping to confess how he feels, but his brothers have also noticed how pretty she's become.

Ivar the Boneless*Shy

Pairing: Ivar x f!reader

Word count: 2081

Warnings: being a shy kid, ivar being bullied by his brothers, ivar being mean as a kid, jealousy, ragnarsson brothers hitting on reader, angst fluff

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As the daughter of a Viking warrior and earl you were expected to be tough and ferocious and rambunctious and all other Viking traits. However, at five years old you were shy, timid, and terrified of Kattegat. You were here with your father on ‘business’ and had been practically clinging to the backs of his legs since you arrived.

It was Ragnar who suggested his sons show you around. Ten-year-old Ubbe took charge of that, giving you a tour around Kattegat as you silently nodded along. Eight-year-old Hvitserk and seven-year-old Sigurd couldn’t have cared less you were there so long as you were quiet when following them all around.

Five-year-old Ivar was sceptical at first, being equally as silent as you. Eventually you ended up at the edge of the forest sat beside Ivar as you watched the older three ‘train’ sword fighting with sticks. Ivar was angrily stabbing the dirt with his stick and didn’t even notice when you wondered off. However, he looked with interest when you returned, what looked like a hundred picked flowers in your apron.

You sat back beside him, dumping the flowers on the ground as you began to fashion a flower crown. “What are you doing?” Ivar’s voice made you jump making him mumble, “Sorry,” as he shuffled to see what you were creating.

“Daisy chains,” you told him, and you sat in silence as he watched you turn the hundred little flowers into a perfectly crafted crown. The whole thing was oddly fascinating for Ivar. “How does it look?” you asked as you placed it on your head.

Ivar grinned, “I love it,” and a toothy smile appeared on your face, “what else can you do?”

Soon you began to play games in the dirt, carving tik tac toe into it with the stick he’d been using earlier. You were laughing away so oblivious you didn’t realise the older boys had gotten bored and wandered off till you heard something howl in the distance.

“Where did they go?” you asked panicked.

“They do that sometimes,” Ivar shrugged. He’d gotten used to his brothers’ antics, but he’d been so wrapped up in the game he hadn’t noticed this time, “We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” another howl, “Okay maybe worry a little,”

Unfortunately, still Ubbe had been the one to carry him here. Ivar tried to pull himself along but soon you were trying to pull him through the forest. “I hate this!” he pouted, trying to pull away.

“It’ll be easier if you’re still!” you snapped, pulling his arms harder in frustration. “Wait here,” you dropped him with a huff as you went to grab a fallen branch.

“What are you doing?”

“Use it like a walking stick,” you said, hooking your arm around his back like in a three-legged race.

“This wont work,” he huffed making you glare. Begrudgingly he tried the crutch and a small washed over his face in a few steps. “I’m walking!”

“You’re walking!” you gleefully joined in as you helped him out the Forrest as the sun began to set. More laughter followed you on the way home though you had no idea that Aslaug had already found his brothers and scolded them immensely when she realised, you’d both been left behind. The anger soon washed away as you and Ivar walked into view.

For the next few days, you and Ivar did everything together. You were essentially attached at the hip. One evening while playing inside the Lodbrok’s house due to the storm outside Aslaug called you to the other room to rebraid your now messy hair.

“Bye boys. Bye Ivar,” you grinned before running to join Aslaug, all shyness gone.

“Bye Ivar,” Hvitserk and Sigurd teased, blowing kisses at Ivar.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“Please what girl wants to marry a cripple?”

“Have you kissed her yet?” even Ubbe joined in the teasing now and any semblance of calm was soon gone.

“No!” Ivar screeched. “I don’t even like her!”

“You’re right,” Ubbe smirked, “you love her,” more fake kissing noises came from the three of them.

“Do not!” another screech came from him. He hadn’t seen Aslaug stand from the other room to come see what the fuss was all about, nor did he see you by her ankles, “She’s ugly and weird and I hate her!”

“Ivar!” Aslaug’s voice was the only one louder than Ivar’s. You however didn’t even wait before turning on your heels and running out the house into the storm. “No, wait!” Aslaug tried to stop you, but your feet were too fast.

 You came burling up to your father, burying your head in his legs sobbing. “I want to go home. I hate it here. I hate it!” and for the rest of your trip which was thankfully only another day you clung to his side again. You vowed as you rode away, you’d never return.

-

The glares Ivar was getting from his mother could cut glass. “why would she play with you after all those things you said?” she hissed after pulling him aside.

“I didn’t mean it,” he mumbled, already on the verge of tears when you refused to play with him all day before leaving, “she wasn’t supposed to hear it,”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have said it,”

-

Ivar was convinced you’d come back. a week later, maybe a month. Possibly a year. He kept changing the goal post when you never came. He got his hopes up at one point when he saw your father but was disappointed when he realised, you’d been allowed to stay home this time. The more years that passed the more he forgot.

He was shocked when he saw you again in the first time in over a decade. He almost didn’t recognise you at first, but you could say the same about him. You weren’t some shy, meek little girl anymore. You wore an infection smile, you laughed loudly, and you were downright gorgeous. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one to notice.

Its all his brothers had been talking about since you arrived this morning. “I hope mother has them over for dinner tonight,” Hvirserk said as the boys practised their axe throwing, “See if she wants to catch up,” the way he wiggled his brow made Ivar want to throw his axe at him.

Especially when the other two joined in with their agreements. “Please as if you have a chance brother,” Ubbe smirked, flinging the axe and almost hitting the bullseye, “Girl like that needs a real man,”

With a growl Ivar flung his own axe into the bullseye, knocking Ubbe’s out of place in the process before dragging himself away before he sunk his next axe in someone’s eye. “Talk about someone with no chances,” he heard Sigurd laugh as he stalked away.

-

You didn’t come over for dinner that night like they’d all hoped but rather the next day they saw you in the hall as your fathers celebrated their latest decision to go raiding together. You’d came in later than most and eyes were drawn to you instantly.

“Red is defiantly her colour,” Hvitserk slurred beside him, already several ales in, “I’m going to talk to her,” he tried to stand but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder.

He pushed him back into his seat, “Brother you’re drunk. You’ll scare her of. Allow me to welcome her,”

“Please if you don’t want to scare her, I should go,” Sigurd joined the protests.

None of them except Ivar whose eyes never left you had noticed you walking straight for them, “Hello boys. Long time no see,” you smiled, even sending a small one to Ivar which made him wonder if you’d forgotten the whole affair.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Ubbe grinned, going in for a hug that made Ivar want to rip his skin off, “You look so different,” he said as he pulled away.

“Good different,” Hvitserk jumped in, “I barely recognised you,”

“I thought you always looked beautiful but now you’re just- “Sigurd rambled as you awkwardly blushed praying for them to stop. “a woman now,”

“Thanks?” you said, glancing down at Ivar, “Ivar,” all he could do was nod in response, scared anything he said would make it worse. “Well, I need to say hello to my family. I’ll see you boys around,” oh gods how he’d fucked this up.

-

While many were still in the hall drinking there had been a bonfire lit in the village square that Ivar was now staring into blankly. He’d left the festivities a while ago though he knew he wouldn’t be missed. There were a few people sitting around the fire, most with ale in their hands or a woman on their arms being obnoxious. If his legs didn’t hurt, he’d go into the forest to get away from them all.

“Hey,” a small, timid voice came from behind him making him turn. “Can I sit?” it was like you were children again, him permanently silent and you scared to even move.

Ivar nodded before turning back to the fire as you moved to sit beside him. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring into the flames. The fire was a good excuse for why Ivar’s cheeks felt so hot, but he knew deep down it was because of you.

“How have you been- “

“I’m sorry,” the words came spluttering out his mouth before he could think, his head whipping round to face your shocked expression, “For everything I said. I didn’t mean it, but I said it and I hated myself for it,” he paused when you stayed silent, turning back to the flames, “I doubt you even remember it. It was so long ago,”

A moment passed before you spoke even quieter than before, “I remember,” the words made his heart shatter, “I used to hate you,” somehow it broke more.

“And now?”

You turned to him with a small smile, “Now I’m not five anymore,” a smile crept onto his own face, “Besides if I’m to move here ill need someone to keep me company,” you grinned, nudging his knee with your own.

“You’re moving here?”  Ivar felt his heart light up as you chuckled, nodding to confirm his glee. Then a sinking feeling hit him, “Did you tell my brothers yet?”

Ivar would be lying if he said the grimace on your face didn’t fill him with joy, “Not yet. You’re the only one of them who looked at my face the whole night,” you chuckled. He laughed but he felt his cheeks tinge pink, “They’re an interesting bunch, ill give them that. also, who’s Margaret?”

“What?” Ivar spluttered as you shrugged.

“Some girls told me to be careful after they saw me talking to Ubbe,”

He couldn’t help laughing a little, “Oh you’ve missed so much,”

“Good thing we’ve got plenty of time to catch up,” you grinned.

-

For the next week you were inseparable. Attached at the hip almost. It brought a smile to Aslaug face and a grimace to every boy your age. You’d both heard the subtle jabs about your closeness from his brothers, especially Sigurd, but somehow when you would put your hand on his clenched fist under the table, he felt his anger melt away.

You also seemed to be the only one who did not notice his legs. Right now, you were both sat by a tree on the edge of a lake as Ivar stared across the water and you worked daisies into your flower crown. “You’re improving,” he teased, seeing this one was in a much better state than your previous attempts.

“Please, id like to see you try,” you snorted, “You’re too rough to even make one chain,”

“I’m not rough with you,” he defended, and his heart melted at the small smile on your face.

“I know,” there was a breeze in the air, a slight chill that made you huddle closer, and no one else around to ruin the quiet. Ivar didn’t even protest when your head eventually made its way onto his shoulder, and you said nothing when his arm went around yours. For once everything was perfect. Especially when Ivar finally brought up the courage to say what he’d been thinking since the moment you reappeared in his life.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,”

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[aikaterini-drag]

Eternal bros 🩵 Harald and Leif, the dynamic duo that makes Vikings: Valhalla an epic saga of friendship and showcases the bonds that can be forged even amidst the chaos of war.

[dreamonseems]

Líf

Don't mess with my wife

- Ok this is my first Ubbe fanfic it's short but kinda cute lol 😅

- I'm going to make this a series of one-shot stories, about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order just random stories about their lives.

Summary: Girl flirts with Ubbe. He warns her he's married, and his wife doesn't like other people trying to take what's hers.

Ubbe and his brothers were on a hunting trip, their pray led them to a nearby village. They decided to stay there for the night.

As they were talking to some of the farmers from the village. A young woman, approached them with some water for them to drink. Her father one of the farmers asked her to fetch it for them.

The woman was beautiful, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Ubbe's brother's eyes were all on her. Hvitserk the horny man that he is even tried his best to approach the young lady. Later that night while they were out by the fire. but she plain out refused him. As his brothers laughed at his attempt.

No one noticed but her eyes lay elsewhere. The minute the sons of Ragnar step foot in the village. She only noticed Ubbe she thought he was so handsome, especially his eyes. Deep bright blue eyes gave her shivers when she looked into them.

She heard him talking about his wife to his brothers. She didn't care so many men she knows sleep with other women why would he turn her down?

So the young lady approached Ubbe with a coy smile and began to flirt with him.

At first, Ubbe was taken aback by her advances. He had always been faithful to his wife and had no interest in this stranger. But the woman persisted, and soon, Ubbe began to feel uncomfortable. Finally, he turned to her and said,

"I appreciate your interest, but I am a married man. My heart belongs to my wife, Y/N. She is my soul mate and the love of my life."

The woman looked disappointed, how could he turn her down she has never experienced this before. Man fall to her feet. but Ubbe continued, "And let me tell you something. My wife is not someone to mess with. She used to be a great shieldmaiden, and she can handle herself in a fight. So you need to watch your step."

With that, Ubbe turned and walked away, leaving the young woman behind.

The next morning they made their way back to Kattegat, he couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have Y/N by his side. She was his partner in every sense of the word, and he knew that he would never betray her trust.

When he returned home, he told Y/N about the encounter with the young woman. She listened with a small smile on her face, knowing that her husband was truly devoted to her.

Together, they laughed about the young woman's audacity, and Y/N joked, "She wouldn't stand a chance against me anyway."

Ubbe smiled and pulled her close, grateful for the strong, fierce, and loving woman he had by his side. He knew that they were truly blessed to have found each other in this life, and he vowed to always protect their love, no matter what challenges they might face.

[bluemargotrobbie]

LAGERTHA Y EL LEGADO DE RAGNAR ☠️⚔️

Era entendible las miradas de odio de los hijos de Ragnar y aquella bruja...aunque las de Seren también lo eran, perdió a su madre por su venganza pero las de su hijo ...esa si le dolían más. Nunca la había mirado así

📚: 𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙊 (publicado)

🖋: Sol_Andersen93 (wattpad)

🌎: vikings

💌: Ragnar Lothbrock & Bjorn Ironside

👤: Elizabeth

[gertrud-rl-ll]

Staring down from this hill seeing all the dead men being taken away by valkyries, hearing Thor's hammer hitting his anvil in the distance to now hearing thousands of crow croaking and a man dressed in all black with long ashen hair walking around the dead with a crow on his shoulder and a spear in his hand he points to in the direction of the forest and slowly drags his spear to point to me. "Odin" spoken so quietly that only the wind can carry it, crows swarmed across the ashen haired man for a split second to reveal he is gone, I looked towards the forest to see that in the far distance you can see smoke dancing across the winds." Brother!" I being to walk towards the forest as I hear rollo ask me "what is it?" As he got off the ground he was laying on to than follow me."I believe we have a friend in the forest" I point to the smoke in the sky, rollo was confused till he saw where I was pointing and said"so you want us to go and see who it is it could be more of them at a camp sight it is only us we can not risk it" I was considering his words but something inside me was just telling me that it wasn't more people to kill."I will go without you than if you don't wish to join" I began my track towards the smoke I could hear my brother groan at me before hearing his thumping footsteps, I smirk and chuckled as I shook my head at my brother sounding like a little boy not wanting to do what was asked.it toke us a while to get very close to the smoke it was already turning dark in this now gloomy looking forest I could hear my brother breathing become raged probably from rage as we haven't reach where the smoke begins that or he is hungry, snapping of twigs could be heard as well as goats and geese I stopped my track and turned to rollo and put a finger to my lips and slowly begin to move forward again to see the small cottage and farm and a woman dressed in farming clothes that seemed torn on her shoulder and near her leg exposing her rigid anger looking scar that was definitely new, you could hear her huffing as digs more dirt from the soil. I turned around to speak quietly with rollo only for him to make a wrong step and step on a thick twig what made the loudest snap ever, I looked at rollo with wide eyes and stop breathing the next thing I feel is a graze on my ear and a thud of something embedding itself deep into the the thick trees and got a glimpse of the object it was a ax rollo was shocked to but quickly his face turned red once more and grabbed his own ax and began to run at the woman. I followed his movements still shocked from the ax in the tree but shock it off and ran after rollo grabbing his shoulder and yanking him backwards to putting myself between him and the woman, I put my hand up in front of rollo and said wait and gave him a nod to say to him if anything else happens than you can attack. I turned slowly to the woman and started at her feet and making my gaze up her figure. She was positioned like a shield maiden almost I could easily knock her off her feet but than I saw the blood on front of her clothes that went from the bottom of her dress to the top of her chest I looked and her arms that were raised but this time in her hand was a sword that had blood on it something inside me once again was telling me that she would not kill me. I slowly put both hands up in front of her to show I hold nothing as my eyes finally make it was to her face her eyes were so clear but showed fire in her blueish green eyes you could see the anger but how uncomfortable she was with us being there I spoke slowly to her and say "we won't touch you as long and you don't attack us" she seemed to understand and she slowly put her arms down still holding tight to the sword like a death grip while taking a few steps back to give even more space in case of a surprise attack.

(Just a taste from my Ragnarxocxlagertha book the rest is on Wattpad please tell me if you like and I shall continue)

[aaalllice]

Summer Love (Ivar x y/n x a girl)

Summary: Holidays in the new Manoir Lothbork, Hvitserk comes to introduce his new girlfriend, but unfortunately this one will be interested in y/n Ivar’s girlfriend.

Warning: slight mention of sex and insult

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

day 1 before holidays

7 pm

The sun was always high in the sky, I love the summer, that feeling of still having the whole day ahead of us while we just finished the work. I just got out of the company building where I work, adjusted my headphones and rushed into the subway.

After entering a car just in time, I noticed that it is almost empty. I love the subway when there is no one, really, it’s hot but, it doesn’t matter, there is more space since people have already gone on vacation or are teleworking. I sit by the window and begin to let the music guide my thoughts.

*notification noise*

I look down lazily on my phone

*message from : Ivar the Grumpy*

I roll my eyes, what is it that still wants, since this morning, he does not stop finding excuses not to go on vacation, more precisely not to go on vacation with his family.

For a long time, Ivar and her family have been leaving every summer in their manor, it’s like a kind of tradition.

In our 5 years of relationship, I went "only" twice, but I love and get along well with his brothers, (perhaps less Sigurd), so I very quickly joined this tradition. Aslaug wasn’t happy at first, but it’s relaxed the next year. Ragnar was proud to introduce me to the manor, and especially, that I like to go fishing with him.

(y/n) You know I’m doing this with my dad so I’m used to it ;

(Ragnar) I am happy that you came, now the one who fishes the biggest has won! ;

Anyway

My gaze returns to the phone

*I don’t want to go!*

after having found almost all the excuses to make me change my mind here is Monsieur does the child

I blow, type two letters and send

*no*

a few seconds later

*no? You mean, no, we’re not going!! *

Why doesn’t he want to see his family? in addition this year there will be only his brothers and me, yes me because otherwise he would never have said yes (even if apparently he changed his mind) His parents had bought a "small" house further south and wanted to spend the summer with their little child, and the mothers were also invited to their home

*fuck you*

I turn off the device and it turns on again I didn’t pay attention to it, the metro slowed down for the 5th time since I rode in I finally got to my station stop

5 minutes before I get to my apartment, I begin to enter the avenue a good smell of pizza floated in the street I look at my watch, 19:25

Come on, why not I know I’m trying to eat healthier and be careful but fuck it So I go to the pizzeria, next to the subway exit

POV IVAR

but what a fool! She warned me she’d finish later, make sure she didn’t have to do anything during the holidays, but this is a long time

I was watching TV watching a football game, I was more focused on the screen off my phone, waiting for her message

Annoyed, I get up and walk to the fridge, no more fucking beer.

Well, if she doesn’t show up in five minutes, I’m not coming to family vacations, period

4 min, I walk in the small apartment, I really want her to come back but not within 4 min

2 min,1 min

The fist turns and she appears smiling with two boxes of pizza in her hand

(Ivar) shit ! ;

POV Y/N

he slumped on the couch with an angry look on his face

(y/n) well great reception, you didn’t want pizza ? ;

he nodded his head, and beckoned me to come with him I put the pizzas on the kitchen counter and sit on his legs

he smiles stupidly

(y/n) what ;

(Ivar) I no longer hurt ; he had a big smile on his face

(y/n) that’s great, really, I’m proud of you ;

(Ivar) I am not the one who is fixing my legs ;

(y/n) no, but ; he puts his hand on my mouth

(Ivar) there is no but ; he kissed my forehead, and glanced at the counter

(Ivar) we eat ? ;

(y/n) with pleasure, I am starving ;

I get up, head into the kitchen and grab scissors while I cut the pizzas, I feel hands passed over my waist, a powerful torso sticking to my back, and lips passed over my neck

(Ivar) I don’t feel it ;

(y/n) but it smells good ;

(Ivar) not the food, i talk about the holidays ;

(y/n) Ivar, come on, everything will go well, like last year ;

(Ivar) Mmhhh ;

(y/n) come on this is my only vacation and I want to go, besides it’s a new area this year ;

(Ivar) pff ;

(y/n) if you don’t want to go, I’ll go alone ; he doesn’t answer, but his lips are more persistent on my neck, and his hands more serene on my waist

(y/n) finish ; I raise my hands all happy, for once I managed to cut equal parts

we took the two pizzas to go into the living room

~~

11 pm

(y/n) well it’s time to go to bed ; I’m on his chest

(Ivar) already, don’t you want dessert ? ; he gives me a perverse look

(y/n) Ivar, no, we have to get up early tomorrow and fit ; I stretched my arms out

(Ivar) Come on, let yourself be tempted ; he puts his hand under my t-shirt

(y/n) I am the one driving, I have to be able to use my legs tomorrow ;

he starts laughing and I do the same we go to the bedroom, he lies down on the bed, while I go to the shower

a few minutes later

hot water makes me feel crazy, after a big day of work it’s just perfect the door noise, does not make me open my eyes, but made me have a small smile in the corner

a mass comes behind me

(Ivar) I would go slowly ; his body was already glued to mine

~~

Same day

4 pm

Hvitserk lying on the couch with a bag of chips next to him had just received a message from his friend (who is also the girl of his little brother Ivar)

*ready for a crazy summer? don’t forget your Ps5*

He smiled while answering, then refocused on the replay of the football game he had missed

half-time, awesome, time for him to go get a new package while he was in the kitchen, someone knocked on the door

It was his new girlfriend, Judie, little brown-eyed redhead 2, that’s how many months he’s been dating. He met him at a bar in town, and he thought he was cute, and she thought he was cute.

Both had never experienced such a long relationship but for different reasons

Hvitserk, because he didn’t want to land, liked the time of a night and then moved on, but for once he wanted to try something else, why not with her.

Judie wants to find true love, but during the evening she was told why not relax and enjoy life ( she had drunk, obviously)

She entered the apartment and sat in a chair

(Hvitserk) want a beer ? ; he says from the kitchen

(Judie) no, thank you ; he came back to sit on the couch and tapped the place next to him so that she could sit down but she refused 

(Juddie) we need to talk ; she seemed stressed he swallowed, and it straightened out 

(Hvitserk) what do you want to talk about;

(Juddie) I don’t know if I want to come to the holidays;

(Hvitserk) but yes, you will have fun ; he relaxed

(Juddie) I don’t know, I don’t know anyone, and if he doesn’t love me ;

(Hvitserk) but don’t worry and then you know me and there will be y/n ;

(Juddie) but if she and I don’t like each other ;

(Hvitserk) I have already told you that she is cool, you will necessarily get along ;

Juddie blew but nodded, she really needed a break, anyway, if it doesn’t go well her boyfriend won’t force her to stay, and go home with her, right?

Departure day

7 am

The room was plunged into darkness and calm, comfort and warmth. Glued and snuggled together.

*alarm noise*

The thud, the fucking thud, came through my phone, woke me up instantly, unlike my boyfriend, who moaned and tightened his arm around my waist.

I laugh softly, lay a kiss on his temple, and come down from the bed, pushing his arm, and directed me to the door, and opened the door of the room, and made me invade by the bright light I close my eyes dazzled and hear moaning behind me.

(y/n) come on ;

I walk towards one of the windows but dazzled I take my feet in the suitcases and fall on the corner of the small table in the living room

(y/n) ouch ; I say sobbing I sit on the couch to watch the damage

(Ivar) are you okay ? ; he said in a lazy tone, always in bed

(y/n) yeah ; it’s just a small scratch on the knees

I get up and look out the window, in the street was parked the car I rented for the occasion

I heard Ivar get up and go into the bathroom

30 min later

(Ivar) Hurry up, damn it ; he’s standing in front of the door

(y/n) I arrive, 2 secs ;

I jump on the spot try to put my basketball we go down the stairs,

(y/n) you have the car key ? ;

(Ivar) no ; he looked tired

I was digging through my tote bag I’m starting to stress, I'm sure I put them in

Ivar heads for the car, and then he pulls his wrist, and it opens he looks at me with judgmental eyes, then settles on the passenger side

I’m stuck on the street, I, I, I didn’t shut it off what an asshole I am

(Ivar) move your ass or I go back to bed ;

~

After 35 minutes in the traffic of our city, we finally take the highway, more than 7h drive

I had put my Spotify playlist, but as usual, Ivar never pleased "not this music, not this one, not this one either"

(Ivar) You got shit tastes y/n ;

(y/n) that’s why I go out with you ; he blows, and changes again the traffic was calm for the moment not like the atmosphere in the car

the closer we get to the mansion the more Ivar becomes unbearable

(Ivar) fucking vacation of shit ;

I should never have accepted ;

it’s your fault ;

I’d rather be quartered ;

I hate them, I hate them ;

I hope Sigurd has an accident on the road ;

blablabla

I’ve been putting up with this for over 3 hours, 3 fucking hours, it’s about time to make a stop

I park in a gas station parking lot, and I go out without saying a word, leaving Ivar alone and heads for the bathroom as I go out I see him on the hood, smoking

(y/n) didn’t you say you were stopping ? ;

(Ivar) Fuck you ; he’s looking at the floor

I have a sudden craving for him was popping his head against the windshield another car had just parked,

2 guys a little younger came out of it

it’s time to wake him up, more jealous than Ivar it doesn’t exist

So I went to them, leaving Ivar alone in his bad mood

(y/n) hi ;

(man 1 & 2) hi ; they smelled weed

(y/n) sorry to disturb you but I’m going in this direction and I wonder if you don’t mind taking me ;

(man 2) yeah sure, but we’re almost there ;

(y/n) It’s not a big deal, it will help me a lot ;

(man 1) happy to help, sweetheart ;

the two guys go to the bathroom and wave at me to hear you

I open my phone

*missed call from : Ubbe the Father* - *message from : Ubbe the Father*

*I have arrived, I am waiting for you, roll slowly and rest often, I prepare the happy hour*

I was going to answer him when a hand grabbed my wrist

(y/n) Ivar you fucking scared me ;

(Ivar) come on let’s go ;

(y/n) apologize first ? ;

(Ivar) why? ;

(y/n) are you serious ?! ; he blew

(Ivar) I don’t see why I should apologize ;

(y/n) Ivar, shit ; I get out of his grip

and party in the opposite direction to him

(Ivar) I’m sorry ;

I turn around

(y/n) what ;

there was a moment of silence

(Ivar) I apologize my darling, my shitty character took the disappointed ; he extended his arms towards me

(Ivar) come on ;

(y/n) you promise to be less a stupid slut ; he smiles

(Ivar) yes promised, come on I feel empty without you in my arms ;

I roll my eyes but I am directed in his arms then we took the road again the path is calmer and softer

finally a normal ride, where we sang all the songs in my playlist to your head like I don’t taste like shit.

finally, a normal walk, where all the songs from my playlist were sung, I have no shitty taste at the end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

end

part 2 

some aesthetic :

Summer Holiday

Alex and You

Marco and You

Kiss Kiss

[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. 

***

[voxmortuus]

Imagine Being Sold by Your Brother.

TW: Nudity, Ivar reaching between your legs, mentions of breeding.

"Just take her. I can't do this anymore. She's of age, our parents are dead, and I just can't keep her anymore." Your brother begged.

"What is she good for eh?" Ivar asked.

"Breed her, use her for tending to children, use her for cleaning. I don't care that isn't up to me, she's in your hands now." He stated

That first word that came from his mouth made you shudder and shocked you a bit, you wrapped your arms around yourself. Ivar beckoned you using two fingers. "Let me look at you." He spun his finger around. You turn slowly. He looks you over and tells you to strip down. Looking around you panic. "Now." He tells you.

You slowly strip and your brother looks to the ground. "Spin." He demands. You turn slowly and he beckons you to him. You walk closer and he places his hand between your legs. "Warm, like a dog in heat. You will do."

[peakywitch]

VIKINGS MASTERLIST

Hiii! This is my Vikings masterlist! Feel free to check my PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST (where I also write for Sean Wallace)! You can send my asks and requests here and you can check out my prompt list here ! Remember my page is a safe space, I am here for you. I hope you enjoy my writing! lots of love, Mar.

ANGST: ⚡️

FLUFF: ☁️

TRIGGER WARNING: 💥

MATURE LANGUAGE, +18 content: 🚨

IVAR LOTHBROK, the boneless.

PURE GOLD au ☁️ 🚨

Ivar raids in Northumbria with his lover. After finding a few treasures, they find a man hiding.

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY ☁️🚨

y/n is jealous, and Ivar is a little drunk.

THE CRUMBLE AT MIDNIGHT ☁️⚡️

Ivar and Y/N aren't friends with benefits, they are life-long friends, that ocassionally share beds and share the beats of their hearts. But when Ivar is insecure and can't express himself correctly, he brokes someone's heart.

LIPS AND SKIN +18 🚨

Y/N made Ivar jealous during dinner, and he has to remind her who owns her.

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Grabbing an axe from the pile, you move and take a seat next to the fire. You begin sharpening the blade until you hear a mumble of your name. Your eyes peer upwards to see Ivar grinning at you, “You really shouldn’t have.” You retort strongly, “I didn’t.” 

Ivar glances from his sides before sitting as you continue to sharpen. He chuckles, “What are you going to need that for hmm?” You glance at him quickly as he rolls his eyes and deepens his tone, “No.” Your hands throw the axe in front of you towards him as you mutter, “Why because I am a woman? You know that I am more than capable Ivar.” He nods slightly and murmurs softly, “I know you are Y/N. I just cannot lose you.” 

“I am not yours to lose Ivar,” you say as you stand abruptly. Grabbing the axe, you begin to retreat, “If you want me, do something about it.”

[lovlydovlyjaycie]

Ævi - The Protector

Hey, so this is going to be a mini series on something I have tried to do before. But I thought of a different way to make it shorter and to make it make more sense. I hope you like it, this idea has been in my head for honestly.. a couple of years now lol. I just decided I really want to put it down somewhere. And where is better than here? Am I right?! lol

Summary: This is set in 2010. There are no such things as superheroes. Right? Maybe Iron Man, but that is it. It has to be. Y/n was just trying to celebrate her birthday, but that quickly changed when she got a gift from a mysterious man.

Warnings: Fluff, violence, maybe one swearword

Characters: Y/n, Bjorn Ironside, Ragnar Lothbrok, Floki, Lagertha, OC Emma, OC Lars, OC Sanna, OC Nils, OC David Mentioned: Iron Man, Odin, Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Rollo

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Part 3

Bjorn Pov

This Frost Giant seemed to have gotten the upper hand on me. I was laying on the ground doing anything in my power to push him off, but nothing seemed to work. The Frost Giant got his sword and tried to push it against my throat, but before he could start doing that he fell limp. Y/n had killed him and the other Frost Giant. I knew she could fight, I was so proud of her. But she seemed to be a little distraught. “See you’re a better fighter than you think.” I tried making her feel better. I knew where were she was from before she got here, that fighting was not a skill you needed. But she was a natural, she just didn’t believe it. She had to let go of what ever thought was holding her back and I will keep reminding her of her to let go even if it is the last thing I do. After my comment she could only muster up a; “You’re stupid.” After all of that happened it made me laugh. She knew she did something incredible deep down. I quickly looked her up and down for injuries and I saw she had a cut on her arm. Or there used to be a cut, there was blood on her clothes but not on her arm. How strange. “Are you ok?” I asked y/n. Maybe it was blood of one of the Frost Giants. She also checked her arm like she was expecting a cut but nothing was there. ”I-I’m ok.. I thought I.. I’m ok-.” Then a sword went through her abdomen. Everything seemed to slow down and speed up at the same time in this moment. Her blood came gushing out the moment the sword got pulled back and I didn’t think twice and looked at the creature who did it. Another Frost Giant. The Frost Giant came charging at me, but I ducked away from his blows. In that time I picked up my axe I had dropped earlier and without thinking I threw my axe as hard as I could at his skull. I hit him right between the eyes and he dropped to the ground instantly. 

Then I saw Y/n laying lifeless on the ground. This cannot be happening. A moment ago she saved me, a moment ago I kissed her, a moment ago I met her in the woods and she blasted me away. A moment ago she was alive. “No, no, no, no! Wake up!” I said as I kneeled down and held her head with my hands. “You are supposed to live! You hear me?! Come on wake up!” I yelled at her, hoping somehow she would wake up and this was all a bad dream. But nothing happened. Her cheeks were all gone of the red color it held when I was around her. Her eyes also looked like there was no life in her body anymore. “Come on wake up!” I yelled again. Nothing. I decided to pick her up and go back to the longhouse quickly. I don’t know why I felt like I needed to go there, but I did anyway. I also quickly picked up the sword I had given her also moments ago and ran as fast as I could. 

Ahead of me I saw Frost Giants running. If this is the end faith had decided it and this is how I die as well. As I got ready for whatever the Frost Giants were going to do to me, nothing happened. They ran right past me. Was I dead as well? I can’t be right? Whatever that was I decided to ignore it and kept running towards the longhouse.

When I arrived my family was there. Ragnar, Lagertha, Rollo, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar and my friend Floki. They all seemed bruised up from the fight. “What happened id y/n ok?” Lagertha was the first one to notice me coming in and holding y/n. That seemed to gather everybody's attention. And I moved forward towards a table that I could lay y/n down on. and put the sword next to her. “One of the Frost Giants got to her. I.. She’s gone.” I felt defeated. She was the one to save us all. I convinced everyone that she was the one. I still think, no, I still know that she is the one to save us all. But this.. She was gone, how could she be gone. Ragnar came standing right next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Then we have to save us. It is what the Gods intended.” He spoke. Was it? Then why would they send her. “She was never going to save us, she didn’t even know how to fight she was weak and now she’s gone.” Ivar said from his spot far away from where everybody had gathered to stand by y/n. “Ivar have some respect.” Sigurd retorted. “Oh shut it. You only liked her for what was under her skirt.” Ivar retorted. This seemed to piss off Sigurd and myself as well. “Enough! We don’t know if she was here to save us or not, but now we will never know. Like father said, we have to save us. We have to fight for Kattegat. And we will win.” I said loudly. How dare they disrespect a beautiful woman like y/n. They didn’t see her fight. I turned around and held her hand. “She was our hope and now we are our own hope. That’s what she was here for..... Hope.” And I squeezed her hand. But then she squeezed back. Was I imagining things? “Y/n?” I said softly.

Y/n Pov

I was surrounded by darkness, floating. I didn’t feel like me. Then all of a sudden I felt something squeeze my hand, but it didn’t feel like I was holding anything. I tried to squeeze back. And then I felt it. It felt like a hand. Slowly I started feeling my whole body again. And my I felt my stomach, it felt like I was on fire. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out, no air came out, nothing. Even more slowly I could feel my whole body again and then I realized I was not breathing. I gasped for air and sat up, my eyes wide open. I was couching up a storm trying to catch my breath. I quickly glanced around me and saw Bjorn, Lagertha and Ragnar before something bright surrounded me and I flew up. Bright colors were surrounding me and it almost looked like I could see stars behind all the colors. Am I dead? What was happening? I went at a speed I had never experienced before. 

I wanted to scream, but then I landed with a thud on something that looked like glass or crystal. I looked around me and everything was gold. In front of me was a tall man with golden eyes. He looked like a VERY strong men. Compared to him the Vikings I met were nothing. I looked behind me and saw the weird rainbow and out came a whole table flying at me. I quickly dodged it and the man didn’t seem to be fazed that I almost got hit by a table. As I started to stand up looking back at the rainbow thing a sword flew out as well. This one almost impaled me and then it landed on in the stairs. It looked very stuck. Some more planks flew out of the rainbow before it closed.

I turned towards the tall man with the golden eyes. “Who are you and where am I?” I asked him. “You are in Asgard my child.” He said as a matter of fact. Like that wouldn’t confuses me. “Am I dead?” I wondered out loud. Is this where people when they die. “No, You are quite the opposite.” I walked around the stairs, but he stayed standing still in his spot. “Who are you?” I asked again. “Heimdall.” What the.. I am dead. There is no question about it. This can’t be real. “You seem confused.” He noted. “Well yes. This past week has been really strange. I got thrown into some weird place where everybody is a Viking. They have been telling me that they need me to fight some Frost Giants, which is apparently a real thing.. I think or this is still some weird dream I can’t wake up from. Then I got woken up in the middle of the night where I had to fight said Frost Giant and got ... Stabbed.... Are you sure I am not dead?” I was pacing around him but stood still in front of him for that last part. “You are not dead. It is not your time.” He was still staring at the place the rainbow was before, like I wasn’t even there. “How are you sure I’m not dead?” I asked. “Because I only see living souls and yours is very much alive and you will be for a very long time.” He can see the future? “Why am I here?” I asked him, like he had all the answers. “The all father wants to speak with you.” Who..?

“Y/n.” I heard from behind me. From all of this going on I didn’t see anybody walking up towards me. “Who are you?” I asked the old man. One of his eyes was covered with a golden eye patch. “Who do you think?” I had my ideas, but saying it out loud made me feel like I was crazy. But he was waiting for me to answer him, So I just say it out loud. “Odin?” I was unsure of myself. This can’t be real. But he nodded his head. “Follow me y/n, we’ll get you some new clothes.” He told me as he started walking away. I looked down to now only notice the big cut in my dress and covered with blood. This only made me question even more if I was dead. But I decided to follow him anyway. We walked on a very long bridge going straight towards a golden.. castle? It was enormous. Was this really Asgard?

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Odin had shown me around the castle, but it was all a lot to take in. He had introduced me to his sons Thor and Loki, his wife Freya and a handful of other people I already forgot the names of. It was a lot to take in. I was given new clothes, but I kept my belt I luckily didn’t lose in everything that was happening and put it on. Even though it was very ironic the tree became my symbol, it spoke to me. It also felt like they were playing a joke on me here as well, as I was given a white dress to wear.. again. I was asked to meet Odin outside of my chambers to follow him somewhere again.

We went into a room that was covered in gold again. Everything was gold here. I felt so small everywhere I walked here, because all the ceilings were so high and every room was so big. “Why am I here.” I asked Odin. I didn’t specifically mean this room. Just in general here on Asgard or with the Vikings. Although Bjorn was a definitive plus side to all of this happening to me, I’d still rather go to where I was from. “For many reasons. One to start with is that stone you have there.” He said pointing to my chest. I looked down and didn’t see anything. “I.. I don’t have a stone.” I responded. “You do. It is hidden right there.” He told me. He came closer to me and all of a sudden me chest started lighting up. It was the same light I saw when I touched the stone before. “You are it’s chosen protector.” Odin said like it was obvious. Then the light suddenly stopped. “Look I don’t know what has been happening and I don’t care, but whatever was just lighting up in my chest you can have it if it means I get to go home.” These last coulple of days made no sense and I just wanted to go home, everybody was probably so worried. “But the home you grew up in doesn’t exist. At least not yet.”

This confirmed what I have been afraid of. I am in the past. “I will never see my family again.” I said under my breath. My mom, my dad, Emma, Sanna, Lars and even Nils. “Not necessarily.” Odin spoke. “What?” I asked, from by the looks of Bjorn and everyone around me there it looked like I was at least a thousand years in the past. And that certainly is not someone’s average lifespan. “It needs a little more explanation. Come here.” He said walking towards a big golden table. On the table there was a tree. It looked like Yggdrasil.

“before creation itself there were seven singularities.” Odin started as the table started to light up. Above it was something floating, it looked like space. Odin continued. “Then the universe exploded into existence and the remnants of these systems were forged into concentrated ingots. Infinity stones.” He spoke as seven stones came in to view above the floating table. A blew one, yellow one, red one, purple one, green one, orange one and a slightly bigger white one compared to the rest. “These stones can only be brandished by beings of extraordinary strength. The blue stone otherwise known as the Space stone, yellow known as the Mind stone, red the reality stone, purple the Power stone, green the Time stone, orange the Soul stone and white the Life stone.” All the stones came into view one by one. “All these stones are powerful on their own. On their own the carriers can use the stone to wipe out an entire civilization. But to use more stones at once you need the Life stone to make it all work together. Because what is a soul, mind, power, time, space and reality all mean if it is not living. But soon after their creation the Life stone disappeared and was nowhere to be found, until you. Now a lot of people are trying to get the power you poses. Because once a group of people tried to use two of the stones without the life stone, but they were quickly destroyed by it.” I was shown images of all the death that was surrounding these stones. “And now you being here with the stone it means it is now possible to use more stones at once.” Odin went on to explain. “What if I give it to you to protect it? I’m not- I can’t protect it.” I told him. How was I supposed to do that? “The stone clearly has a life of it’s own and it chose you to defend it. Haven’t you noticed that anybody that came too close to you followed some repercussions?” He asked already knowing the answer. “The stone you posses shields you and gives you more power to protect you and the living around you. It has a very strong energy to keep the beings away that try to take it from you. Only you are it’s protector. You are the protector of the living as long as it’s needed. Maybe until you are back from where you are from. Vörðr  Ævi.” Protector of Life.

Would that make me immortal? Protecting this stone until that time. And who is to say that I would be done protecting it by then. “So this stone is giving me strength, some kind of energy and immortality?” I asked him as he would know the answer. “Yes and I believe you can manipulate that energy in whatever way you want to.” Odin walked around the table towards me. “How would I do that?” I asked him. “That’s why you’re here. We are going to figure out how that works.” For some reason I got really excited. I felt really powerful. I believed him even though it all still sounded so crazy. “But the people on... Midgard.. There are Frost Giants there. If it all is true what you are saying, shouldn’t I be there before anything happens to them. If I am the protector of the Life stone shouldn’t I also protect the people that are living?” I asked him. “Then we better hurry up.” He said as the table stopped with its projection floating above it.

-

I had been training for three days, which was hard in general, but I was also trying to figure out how to use the energy I had to my advantage which was even harder. Diferent people were training me and I barley had any rest. One day it was Odin and Heimdall, other days I got to train with Thor and Loki and the last day I got to train with the Valkyries. I felt like Thor was a show off and Loki was usually more in the background of things, even though I noticed when he was not in the back he liked to make everything like a grand entrance. The Valkyries were amazing fighters and it was hard to keep up with them. The whole time I could only think that Lagertha would love to fight with them. But Heimdall and Odin were the hardest to fight with. My guess is because they knew what I poses. Odin had told me to keep the information of me having the Life stone for myself.

On the last day of my training Odin had brought me to Freya to put a spell on me that would make it impossible to detect I was possessing this power. It hurt to put the spell on me, it almost felt the same as when I first touched the stone. “It worked, I don’t feel any power on her anymore.” Freya said. Good I would go unnoticed. “This will stay between us. No one must know of your power as it could be far to dangerous for the universe to know.” Odin told me. “It is time for you to go back and I will ready my army to join you later. But before that I have one last gift.” Odin walked away for a second and then came out with a big box. “Freya and her maids made this for you.” He explained.

I opened the box and inside there were clothes or a suit. I pulled it out and held it in front of me. It was all a broken white color. The boots were gold and they would reach over my knees on the chest was the tree Yggdrasil in gold as well. Then there were some golden lines the accentuate curves. And lastly there was a long golden flowy cape that would reach the ground. “Thank you it is beautiful!” I told both Freya and Odin.

After that I suited up and followed Odin back to the Observatory of Heimdall. “What will I be facing down there?” I asked Odin. “The Frost Giants came in the possession of the space stone, that is how they got to travel to Midgard. They want to start another Ice age there.” I don’t know what I was expecting, bit it was not that. “How did they get it?” I asked. “Hela gave it to them. Chaos and death surrounds her.” So everything Bjorn told me was true. Hela was there with them. But they are all so strong and well trained and now I was supposed to stop them? How? “How am I supposed to stop all of them?” “I am getting my army ready as we speak and we will be there shortly after you arrive.

He didn’t gave me time to respond as he guided me towards where the rainbow was beaming. “You posses more power than you think y/n, now use it.” He told me. “I will keep an eye on you out there.” Heimdall said in his calm voice. I was about to walk into the rainbow before Odin said something. “Don’t forget your sword.” I took it from his hands and held it up. For a brief moment it seemed to light up. “Now it is ready to be used by someone powerful like you. Now go you don’t have much time.” Odin said and I turned and walked in the rainbow. 

Everything was lighting up again and I could kind of see the stars behind the rainbow. It almost felt like this time it was quicker and I was back on earth, this time in my whole get up. I landed on the beach where everyone was staring at me. In the crowed I saw Bjorn running towards me. “Where have you been? Where you..?” He said as he looked up at the sky. “Yes. And now I’m here to help.”

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Let me know what you think :)

Also the suit I’m having in mind is kinda inspired by Wonder Woman 1984. At least the boots would be the same and the shoulder pieces would be gold. Besides that I’m imagining it a one piece in white and not really like armor, like Wonder Woman has in the movie. And then of course a tree on he chest. Hope that makes sense :) And btw also no helmet.

[axelsagewrites]

Where Am I?*Part Three

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn

Word count: 1482

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

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You weren’t too sure what to expect when Ragnar said they would show you hospitality, but this was definitely something alright. You’d been given a dress that fit into the time period a bit better and made you stick out less than you had before. well, that was if you ignored the fact your hair was completely different from everyone else and everyone, but the Ragnarsson’s took at least three steps back whenever you approached.

When his brothers realised Ivar had been sneaking in to talk to you their protests began, “That’s not fair!”

“Why didn’t you tell us she could understand us?”

“Why did she talk to you and not us?”

You didn’t even feel the need to mention he’d bribed you with food. Ivar was good enough at arguing for himself. meanwhile as they bickered at the dinner table Bjorn sat at the other end staring at you the whole time. it defiantly wasn’t completely unsettling. Ragnar meanwhile was asking you a million questions you didn’t know how to answer.

“So how does a lighter work?”

“A spark happens when you press down and lights the gas,” you tried to explain while you ate your stew.

Ragnar nodded as he thought it over, “I think I understand. But what is a gas?”

“Uh…”  you said but Bjorn cut you off, effectively silencing everyone at the same time.

“How do we know you’re not a witch?” he said making Ivar roll his eyes and for once Ubbe and Ivar seemed to agree with something.

“If she was a witch surely, she would’ve escaped by now?” Ubbe sighed.

“Besides,” Hvitserk said, cheeks pink from his fourth glass of mead, “She’s far too pretty to be a witch,” he said, throwing a wink your way making your own cheeks heat up. The way Ivar glared at Hvitserk though put you on edge.

It was Sigurd turn to roll his eyes at his brother, “You’re a pig. And besides she hasn’t done anything. How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?”

“If anyone is going to do that it will be Ivar,” Ubbe said so nonchalantly you felt your jaw drop.

Especially when Ivar chimed in, “This is true,”

You could see the growing annoyance on Bjorn’s face as his younger brothers had their petty fights, something you would soon have to get used to. Clearly Aslaug was used to it however as she sank more into her wine. You had to admit the wine at least was nice. “I don’t know how I can earn your trust Bjorn, but I swear on my life I didn’t come to hurt anyone,”

You half expected him to laugh or roll his eyes at you but instead he cocked his head to the side, “Who told you, my name?”

You watched as everyone paused what they were doing to turn to look at you. “How did you know any of our names?” Sigurd asked.

You debated lying, saying Ivar told you but you didn’t feel like that was a good hole to dig. Instead, you swallowed hard, “Well everyone knows your name. you’re Bjorn ironside. Son of Ragnar. The Ragnarssons are famous,” you tried to say it nonchalantly while being very aware each one of them had a knife or axe.

However, flattery seemed to work, “And me as well?” Ragnar asked, a spark behind his eyes, “After all I am Ragnar Lodbrok,” he said making his sons all roll their eyes.

“Well of course. there are legends about you. they write tv shows about your lives,”

They all seemed so proud of themselves, even Aslaug had a smile behind her cup. You felt satisfied with your excuse until Bjorn asked, “What is a tv show?”

“Uh…”

-

Later that night Ivar showed you to a room that looked far less like a prison than the one you’d been in before. “We’ve got your-whatever these are,” Ubbe said as he and Sigurd walked into the room with a bag each and Hvitserk came in behind them with a flagon of wine.

“They’re just bags,” you said as you took them and moved to sit on the makeshift bed they had.

Privacy clearly wasn’t a thing here as all four boys sat down and began passing the wine around, “What’s in that one?” Sigurd asked, pointing to your guitar case.

You opened it and pulled it out, “Is it some kind of lute?” Hvitserk asked but you could see Sigurd was the keenest.

“I guess?” you said, placing it on your lap and gently strumming the strings, “It’s called a guitar,”

“Play us something?” Ubbe asked before taking a swig out the wine.

You sighed as you looked at the strings and tried to think of a song before your fingers found the strings and you began to strum.

“I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night,

Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife,” you began to sing Taylor swift softly as you played Willow. All four boys seemed mesmerised as you sang and even Ivar stayed quiet until the last night, “I’m begging for you to take my hand,

Wreck my plans, that’s my man,” you finished, placing your hand over the strings and looking up to finally meet their eyes.

“That was beautiful,” Sigurd said, “Did you write that?”

“Yes,” you said without thinking. After all a little white lie never hurt? Besides its not like Taylor would know or anyone could prove you wrong, “Yes I did,”

“You’re very talented,” Ubbe said, passing you the wine.

You looked at it sceptically before finally taking a drink. It’s not like they’d need to poison you anyway. You were already screwed. You all began to drink and laugh the night away as you played a few more songs on the guitar, even letting the boys try have a shot. What you didn’t see however was Bjorn standing beside the door to your room, smiling softly whenever you sang.

-

 The next day Ubbe offered to give you a tour of Kattegat so you could get to know the place. “This is the market,” he said as a little girl ran away from you to her mother making you bite back a laugh, “Sorry about that. They’ll be less frightened of you soon,”

You chuckled at his words making a smile stretch on his face, “Its ironic. Out of everyone here I’m the least frightening one,”

“I don’t know so much,” he said. You narrowed your eyes at him with a curious smile making him chuckle, “Weve never met anyone like you. you are so…” he paused searching for the right word,” rare,”

“That’s the nicest thing I think someone has ever said to me,” you said.

Ubbe gave you a soft smile as he led you around the stalls. You tried to refuse it, but he did buy you a knife, promising to show you how to use it just encase. Even the way he insisted made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

As you were walking around the market you did bump into someone. “Bjorn!” Ubbe called to his brother who wore an uncomfortably stoic look as he walked over. “I was just showing her round Kattegat,”

Bjorn nodded, his eyes scanning your frame, “Good. Can’t have you getting lost now, can we? Think my father might have a fit if we lost you,” something about the way his eyes studied you had a heat creeping up the back of your neck.

“I hope all his questions don’t bother you,” Ubbe said, giving you a sorry smile.

It was true that every conversation with Ragnar was like an interrogation. He wanted to know everything you could tell him about the future and honestly you didn’t know how to explain how a television worked. “I don’t mind. Its sweet,” you said making them both chuckle, “What?”

“Most people would not describe my father as sweet,” Bjorn said, a smile finally cracked onto his lips.

“She’s also friends with Ivar so she may not be fully right in the head,” Ubbe teased.

“Ivars not that bad,” you rolled your eyes, but both their eyes seemed to bulge out their skulls, “He’s a lot nicer when people aren’t constantly picking on him,” you half joked though you did hate how they teased him. especially Sigurd who whenever Ivar wasn’t around was kind but whenever he walked into the room you could cut the air with a knife.

Ubbe just tutted at you, “Oh you have much to learn sweet, foolish, girl. It’s a good thing we found you when we did,” You did your best to roll your eyes and blow him off but for the rest of the day you found your mind wandering. What would it be like to date a Viking?

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Mom

Summary : (Ragnar x reader) when neither aslaug nor lagertha are mothers of the sons of ragnar. Why they never met their mother ?

Words : 1154

It was a morning like any other in Kattegat. The winter birds were chirping on their branches, the market was already bustling and teeming with people looking for what they were missing for their meal of the day. And as you would expect, it was not the biting cold of the northern winters that would prevent the brave Vikings of Kattegat from leaving their homes. Through this colony of buyers we could see five young men walking, or crawling, with a conquering step knowing without any doubt where they were to go under the orders of their father. We have just met Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar, the five children and boys of the great Ragnar Lotbrok. For them there was nothing strange or different about the situation, after all they were often called by their father for one reason or another. But this was not the case for Bjorn, although he was already called by their father like his brothers, but according to his recollection he had never called them all at the same time. When we arrived at the door of the great hall Bjorn had a strange impression, the one you get when you are about to discover something very important. Ubbe pushed open the large doors, which opened in a sinister creaking sound, finally giving access to the sight of Ragnar sitting on the great throne in the middle of the room.                                                   

"Come forward, I must reveal to you something extremely important."             The five brothers looked at each other disturbed and moved forward.

"I need to talk to you about your mother."

A heavy atmosphere filled the room when, in addition to their father's words, they noticed that neither Aslaug, the mother of the four youngest children, nor Lagertha, Bjorn's mother, was in the room with them.

"I'm going to lecture and simply, neither Aslaug nor Lagertha is the mother of any of you."

A deathly silence overwhelmed those present in the hall. The boys' breaths quickened, their eyes wide open and their thoughts going in all directions.

"Sorry?" Bjorn whispered.

Let's just say that only Bjorn had the courage to ask what everyone was thinking.

"I'll tell you the whole story and don't let any of you cut me off, is that clear? The questions will come later", Ragnar took a deep breath and said, "When I was your age I was careless and clumsy, one day when I went hunting with my father I got lost and met a young woman who was just as lost as I was in those woods. Before I approached her I observed her for a while and she was the most beautiful woman I ever had the chance to meet. Long curly brown hair that fell on her soft round chest, a body to make goddesses jealous and eyes as blue as the Baltic Sea. A wonderful discovery, isn't it? It was even better when I got closer, I was able to meet a sweet and shy young woman who loved flowers but who above all was running away from her father who wanted to marry her against her will. When we left each other at the edge of the forest she offered me a smile full of kindness and shyness, it was then that I promised myself that I would make her my wife and marry her. That's how I met your mother, you are not half brothers but full brothers, which also explains why Ivar you don't have hair as light as your brothers and I wanted to apologise, if you never met your mother it's my fault. I was far too jealous and possessive with her, I couldn't even bear to have my own sons in her arms so when you were born I took you and gave you to some of my old friends, the ones you consider to be your mothers".

The boys were speechless. They had spent their whole lives in the company of a woman they called a mother when she was not. The second shock came from the fact that they all had the same mother and that in the end they were not half-brothers.

"Know one thing, I never really loved Aslaug and Lagertha, the only woman I have ever loved is your mother. I imagine you are also wondering where she is or why she never came to see you?"

They nodded their heads, it is true that after this story they wondered if they could one day meet this woman they gave birth to.

"I locked her up so she wouldn't come out and look for you. She loves you all. Believe me when I tell you that she cried her eyes out when I took each of you from her arms when you were born. Your sister Gyda was the only one who knew about it, being a girl I didn't find it necessary to take her from her mother's arms."

"Can we meet her now? After all this time lying to us and taking her children from her, we all deserve it," Bjorn asked.

"I don't really have a choice, I've spent enough years watching her suffer because of me. I took away her right to have a family when I knew it was her biggest dream..." he stood up, "Follow me and we'll go visit her."

They all crossed the forest together on a little path not much used, they could without o=doubt imagine that this path was only used by their father. They came out in front of a small wooden house surrounded by large flower gardens. Ragnar motioned to them to wait a few seconds and walked straight towards the hut, entering without knocking. A few minutes passed when his father came out with a woman on his arm who looked their age but who resembled the description their father had given of their mother. She raised her head, froze and ran towards the hut, taking Hvitserk in her arms, who was further forward than the others.

"It is you!!! Is it really them?!" she shouted as she turned around to see Ragnar. - Yes darling, it is them," he smiled.

She observed them all meticulously, caressing their cheeks and taking them in her arms.

"You all look so much like your father, you can't imagine how happy I am to have you in my arms, last time you were only babies", she cried as she turned to Ivar, "You are Ivar, aren't you? You're the only dark-haired man like me in this family but also the only one whose name I had the right to choose, I'm sorry boys I've always loved you and prayed for you without ever knowing what name your father gave you".

After this meeting the boys could only say one thing. Their mother was much more maternal in a few minutes than Aslaug and Lagertha had been all their lives.

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[dreamonseems]

Líf

Confessions

- Story seven of Líf series of one-shot stories, about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order just random stories about their lives.

- Ok I made up a place called Raven United so any race reading this can Imagine being the reader.

Summary: Ubbe tells Y/N how he feels about her and they run away and get married.

Despite Aslaug's disapproval, Ubbe couldn't help but feel drawn to Y/N's beauty and spirit. As he watched Y/N he saw the potential for something more in her, something beyond just a simple slave.

One day, as they were alone in the fields, Ubbe confessed his feelings to Y/N. Out of nowhere, Ubbe had turned to her and said, "I have something to tell you. I think I'm in love with you. I know we're from different worlds, but I can't help how I feel."

She was hesitant at first, knowing the consequences of being involved with a Viking prince, but she couldn't deny the spark between them.

Their secret love affair soon came to the attention of Aslaug, who was furious. She had a heated argument with Ubbe, telling him that his duty was to marry a Viking woman and continue the Lothbrok dynasty. Ubbe, however, was firm in his decision to pursue his love for Y/N, even if it meant going against his mother's wishes.

But Aslaug was determined to put an end to Ubbe's relationship with Y/N and secure a powerful alliance for the Lothbrok dynasty. She arranged a feast for a noble family that had a daughter of marrying age, hoping that this would distract him from his infatuation with Y/N.

Y/N was forced to serve at the feast. She watched from a distance as Ubbe and the girl talked and laughed, her heart heavy with sadness. But Ubbe couldn't stop thinking about Y/N and how much he loved her, even though their relationship was forbidden by his mother.

When the feast was over, Ubbe found Y/N in her quarters and declared his love for her once again. Y/N reciprocated with tears of joy, knowing that she couldn't live without him.

Aslaug was furious to see that her plan didn't work. She forbade them from seeing each other and threatened Y/N with punishment if she didn't comply. Their argument escalated, with both of them refusing to back down. Aslaug threatened to disown him, but Ubbe was willing to risk everything for Y/N.

Ubbe was able to convince his father, King Ragnar, to grant Y/N's freedom from slavery. Despite Queen Aslaug's objections, King Ragnar saw the love between Ubbe and Y/N and believed in their right to be together.

With her newfound freedom, Y/N was able to explore the world and learn more about Viking culture. She and Ubbe fell deeper in love, but they knew that their relationship was not accepted by everyone. They longed to be free from the judgment and scrutiny of his family and society and dreamed of a life where they could be together without fear of retribution.

That's when they made the decision to run away and get married in secret, hoping that his family would eventually come to accept their love for each other.

After their secret wedding, Ubbe and Y/N spent a few blissful days together, enjoying their newfound freedom and each other's company. However, their peace was short-lived when King Ragnar, Ubbe's father, came looking for them.

At first, Ubbe was hesitant to come back, fearing that his father would disapprove of his marriage to a former slave. But after some discussion with Y/N, they both decided that it was best to face the situation head-on and confront their families together.

When they arrived back in Kattegat, they were met with a mix of emotions. Queen Aslaug was still disapproving of Y/N, but King Ragnar was more understanding and accepted Y/N as a member of their family. Ragnar was glad that his son had found happiness, but he knew that their marriage would not be accepted by everyone in their society

Despite the challenges that lay ahead, Ubbe and Y/N were grateful to have each other and to have the support of Ubbe's father. They were determined to make their marriage work and to show their true love knows no bounds.

[sirensmojo]

Redamancy, 1: Fear Me

Summary: You’re a princess and have to stay in Kattegat cause your father is a new ally of King Ragnar, your beauty catches Ragnarson’s eyes but you solely show interest in Ivar The Boneless. No one understands what you see in him and your father shares he’d rather see you with a “healthy” son of Ragnar as much physically as mentally but you pit yourself against him and everyone else.

 Warnings: fierce reader, strong language, mushy(somehow)

Word Count: 3,001

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Once you’re feet touch the dry land, your father was already welcomed by King Ragnar “My King here is my daughter, Y/N” your father says as he turns to you and you nodded your head to the man of multiples stories each one more crazy than the last“I am honored to meet you King Ragnar” you say and he chuckles to himself owning a smile from you. 

You followed him into the great hall where you take off your long coat, even if it sprang your father wanted you to wear it, he was so overprotective since you’re his only child regardless he knew you were far from fragile.

Once you got rid of that coat, you shake your head to free your black hair from the fabric whereas four men enter the hall. Their eyes landed on your long dress full of pearls when you hear King’s voice starting to present his sons to your father. 

Those men had the same blue eyes as their father but one of them peak your curiosity, it’s like even the white of his eyes is blue... 

You tilted your head trying to see better when his snappy eyes meet with yours, you intensify the look as to show him you will not surrender and you can see his expression become colder and colder. This is only when King Ragnar dismissed his sons that he breaks the stare and as you were watching him go away you noticed he hobbled with a crutch.

You get out following them and looked at Ivar from afar before slowly come nearer him “Hey you, the cripple!” you shout and everyone was now looking at you, like you said something you shouldn’t have because even his brothers glanced at you surprised by your words. 

Were they scared of their brother? Probably. Ivar stops walking and turns to glare at you, he doesn’t say anything and it seems like everyone around you hold their breath. 

You walk towards him and once you get in front of him you tilt your head to look deeper in his eyes “I like your eyes” you simply mutter, then you go away, you saw what you wanted to see. He looks over at you when you go away as you heard mumbling.

In the evening, you sat at the table of the King next to your father, the sons of Ragnar were in front of you each of them glancing at you here and there but all you could worry about was the eyes of the so-called Ivar. 

You were staring at him and your father soon noticed it “Y/N, why don’t you stop staring at people? “ he asks and you reluctantly stopped looking at Ivar to face your father “Why would I stop father?” you solemnly let out with a cheeky smile.

He simply exhales in disbelief and you smirk, you throw a dry fruit to Ivar’s face and slowly laugh as he lifts his gaze to yours. You raised your brows to tease him and he squints, his stare wasn’t as cold as earlier you took advantage of it and motioned your head to the door. 

You then get up and leave the room, you heard someone’s steps and you smiled to yourself “What is it with you?” he said and his smile grew wider “Your eyes, why are they... So blue?” He frowns “Why you’re hair so dark?” he responded and you raised your brows “I know there is something with them Ivar”

He locks his eyes with yours as he squints “You already know it, didn’t you called me a cripple?” “Yes, beca-” you started before being interrupted “So you got your answer” “But why does it have to do with your blue eyes, I don’t get it, please” you pleaded. “I was born with fragile bones, so fragile they might break just like that” he snaps his fingers and your eyes down to them. 

“My mother told my father if he would consume their marriage that night the son she will give him wouldn’t be “normal” and here I am” he motioned his hand at his body and you give him a cheeky smile “Not bad at all I must admit” you let out eyeing his features.

He shook his head and frown “What is wrong with you?” “Something is wrong with me because I find you kinda attractive?” “I am a cripple hello is there someone in here?” he touches your forehead with his index finger and you grabbed it “And I’m telling you you’re attractive don’t you heard me?” you snap back letting go of his hand. 

“Wait, what?” he asks with a raspy voice and you chuckle “Yeah, you didn’t hear it the first time but the second you did hear it Ivar don’t play like that” you hissed at him and he puts his hand on his face letting it rub down his mouth. You were gauging his reaction and see you could unsettle him that way made you want to laugh. You tried to muffle your laugh but it found a way out anyway.

“You’re making fun of me? Damn that’s low” says Ivar and he was about to leave when you called him. “I’m never telling things I don’t mean, do never insinuate I am a liar, I don’t want to fight with the son of my freshly new father’s ally” you frowned your brows and gave him a cold look.

“So you’re not startled about fighting with a Prince of Kattegat but only bother by the idea of getting into your father’s business” he concludes with a mocking tone. “You do have a brain, wow more and more interesting” you tease him and he shrugs “You annoy me I’m out” and this time you let him go, looking at him you tilt your head and smiled to yourself.

So his mother had the ability of clairvoyance, you thought to yourself ‘he is born out of two spiritual souls, he can’t be nothing less than amazing’ you thought again. 

Later that night you took off your dress and get into the bathtub when the door opened. “What are you doing here? Gods...” said Ivar being a nervous wreck, he placed his hand on his eyes before letting out a long sigh. “I just want to talk” you bluntly said. “Of course you need to get into my room and my bathtub to just talk “ he shook his head and you nodded.

“The last time I wanted to talk you left me in the cold at night” you pout. “We both know it didn’t happen that way, right?” he raised a brow as you straighten one of your legs out of water. “Okay, if you want to play it that way, you got all my attention” “I knew I had to get naked to get your attention” you teased him as coming nearer the edge of the bathtub. 

The man hobbles to the end of his bed and sat down looking at your face “Why did you come with your father, he was only needed here, not you” he lets out and it’s when the words left his mouth that he realizes how harsh this sounds, he winces gauging your reaction. You couldn’t care less, you were fiddling with a damp strand of hair not even looking at him, he sighed in relief but also wondered what kind of woman were you...

“My mother is dead, so nobody will watch over me there and my father is overprotective as I am his first and only child” you simply say and you lift your gaze to meet his “Come nearer, I want to see your eyes again” you give him a tiny smile and he can’t help but obey silently. Your smile only grew wider while looking at his strange bluish eyes. “This is beyond beautiful” you murmur as your fingers flew over his traits whereas he didn’t move.

***

A week later, you motioned your head to the door and he left the table before you too followed him, “Let’s walk a little” you offered “I don’t want to walk” “I don’t care about your crutch” “Stop saying things like this seriously” he lifts his gaze to yours “But you keep acting like you have to hide from me you’re a cripple...” you frown. “Because you keep telling me you like who I am” he whispers with a broken voice.

“I don’t” you shook your head. He blinks at you “So you don’t like who I am?” he finally asks and this time you are the one blinking at him “I didn’t say that”. He furrowed his brows “What the fuck Y/N” and you hold back a laugh “I never said I liked who you are, I only showed you and you conclude that I liked who you were” you say.

“Does it change something?” he asks and you nodded “ It changes everything, because it means you’re able to understand people, and you are so stubborn to think you’re a bad person that you don’t see how perceptive and clever you are” you began to walk. “Come on” you added and he followed you in silence, meditating on what you said to him. 

Back to the great hall you both entered but no one was here anymore “Did we got out that long?” you ask as Ivar hobbled to the corridor that leads to his room. “Wait” you scramble to him “I want...my father...” you tried to say something but the words wouldn’t make a sentence. 

You felt Ivar’s callous hand on your arm gently stroking your skin in an attempt to soothe you, you took a breath in and gave him a tiny smile.“When he is drunk I can’t sleep in the same room as him” you simply say and he opened the door of his room “Come in” he firmly says. 

You run toward the bed and slump on it, then you began to undress “Y/N you got that nasty habit of getting undress whenever I’m here” he suddenly closed his eyes and looks away. He finally installs in his bed and soon enough you joined him, he was carefully and intently looking at you as you bring closer him to your naked body. 

“Are you scared of me..?” you ask as your skin gets to touch his, he closed the gap between your two faces sealing his lips to yours. You break the kiss and cup his face with your hand and he leans into another kiss “Why would I be?” he finally responds and he places his hand on your neck, sending a power supply down your spine.

“So why you keep believing I fear you?” you let out and he looks away. “I could never fear someone that is already covered in fear” you added and he glanced at you “Your secrets are safe with me, and so are you” you kissed him again.

***

At the table, you were sat next to Sigurd and Ubbe “It seems like you got something for my little brother” began the older one “To my dismay, I must admit” added the youngest and you chuckled to yourself “you ain’t got nothing he has” you let out and they shrug.

“Thanks to the gods, no” adds Sigurd and you tilt your head looking at him with bloodlust thinking about how you could make him stop talking. He, maybe, discovered your thoughts because he is now trying to avoid your look. 

“She reminds me of Margaret” shrug Hvitserk and you look at him with sweet eyes as he was the one you liked the most out of the three men “As crazy as her, for sure” mutters Sigurd and you frown once again looking at him as he hardly swallows. 

“A Margaret that isn’t afraid of Ivar, the opposite actually” replies Ubbe and you drank your cup of mead without even wanting to know who that Magaret was. Ivar finally comes in and as he placed his crutch against the table you throw him something that was in your hand, he lets out a groan and sat down before glaring at you.

“Is everything fine love?” you ask him and he fakes a smile to you before looking away “Everything was fine until I saw you Y/N” he hissed and that only made you smile. “Come on Ivar we all know here there’s something between you two,” said Sigurd whereas his other brothers remained silent even though they were staring at Ivar waiting for him to confirm. 

“There’s nothing she is annoying and useless” he harshly say and that made you laugh. Hvitserk looks at you in disbelief wondering how could you be indifferent to such violence. 

“Come on, where did you two go during the feast? One leaves the table and mysteriously seconds after the other follows. You always slip away together! Every evening when we eat you leave the table and I wonder what you’re doing when you’re alone” shouts Sigurd.

And this time you had enough, you throw your full cup of mead towards his face, and when he ducks narrowly avoiding it a smile grew on Ivar’s face. “You were looking for trouble” he calmly said as to excuse your angry outburst. 

Sigurd glanced at his brother and clenched his jaw, he saw the dark in your eyes earlier and didn’t want to taste it so he stays silent only frowning. “I see you already act like family Y/N” Ragnar step in and you chuckle glancing at Ivar that was looking at you with nothing but lustful and greedy eyes. 

“Y/N!” you father shouts, you stop walking “Where are you going?” he asks “Training in the woods” you reply and he frowns “I don’t see any guard” “I’m training with Ivar The Boneless” you firmly said as if to show him you were safe. 

He exhales “I don’t like seeing you that close to him, you heard the same thing as me about him, you can’t trust him” “I am not you father, and I refuse to be led by what people say, I just feel things by my own and then make a decision” you calmly said and he furrows his brows.

“I hope you’ll take that decision soon, he is not the only man out here”. And you understood perfectly what your father meant, he wanted you to marry one of the Ragnarsons, this is why he brings you here in the first place. 

You decide to let him think you will obey, for now, you didn’t want to be in a bad mood before going to Ivar as you knew himself was surely in a bad mood, just as always. Once you reach the log where he was sitting you grinned to him “What is it with that face?” he tried to unsettle you. 

“I’m alone...with you,” you say as you took a bow and an arrow. He remained silent for a moment “You were serious the other night” he says “About what?” “You know about what Y/N don’t play dumb” he hissed and you chuckle as you loosen the grip on the rope, the arrow coming in between the two eyes of the hind’s head. 

He looks at the arrow and furrows his brows before glancing at you “What kind of princess are you?” he asks to himself “What kind of Prince are you?” you ask back and he tilts his head “No but seriously, I know nothing about you” you pout and he looked away” you don’t need to know anything, and you know already much more than people around me” “I don’t need to, I want to, idiot” you rectify him.

“How can you annoy me that much Y/N, I don’t get it” “It’s called caring Ivar, you hate me but can’t stay away too long” you loosen the grip once more and the arrow slice the one that was already there. “I never miss my target” you proudly say as you turn on yourself lifting your arms in the air. You close your eyes and your hips slowly move to music’s notes only present in your mind. 

Ivar shook his head in disbelief “You do... things to me Y/N, it’s frightening” he murmurs as his eyes stared on every movement your body undertakes. You smile “Don’t waste your spit with that kind of words, I already know all of this” you tell him as you throw an ax his way. He turns his head to the side to avoid it.

 “You’re crazy, why on earth do I care about that” he shook his head and motioned you. “Easy cripple or I might become less soft!” you shout and he rolled his eyes to you.

You scramble to him as he grabs your wrist and pulls it till your body collides with his as he lets out a groan, your eyes fluttered and your heart was pounding in your chest. Your lips half-open called for Ivar’s ones and he couldn’t anymore, he leaned into an eager kiss. 

Your arms wrap around his neck and pressed him closer to you as his hands were holding your face as if you could disappear at any moment. You kiss him back with much intensity, you then lock your glimmering eyes into his sparkling ones and he came tenderly kissing your lips again.

Following part ❱

[hvproductions]

FLAMES OF DREAMS SERIES: GODS & MONSTERS PAIRING: Reader x Ivar the Boneless FANDOM: Vikings WORD COUNT: 1415

CHAPTER 1: END OF THE PAST

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You weren't foolish enough to think the kingdom of Essex would be unharmed by the Northerners wreaking havoc all through England.

Two kings had already fallen under their wrath - based of all the stories you had heard of them, they would not stop before gaining whatever they were there for. As their neighbouring kingdom, you knew it was only a matter of time before the heathens would come knocking on the gates of Essex. Everyone in the whole kingdom knew it - stories of the savages from Norway had been circling around ever since you were a child.

It was under the hands of one of them your father had fallen along with many other men and women. They had called him Ragnar Lothbrok, and even though no man's death brought you no joy a part of you was glad to hear of his demise. Essex had no part in his death, yet you knew his sons would not care for that. They had already pillaged many villages and cities in their path, managing to even gain the city of York which was one of the strongest ones in the whole country. Essex in its whole glory did not stand a chance.

It didn't matter to you how many times your sister or your advisors pleaded with you, you would not work out any deal with the Northerners. You had never begged anyone in your life, and you weren't about to do so now. 

"I may have forgotten our history my lords, but I have not forgotten my promise. The Northerners will gain this crown only when me or my sister are dead, not a moment sooner or later." You assured them, bringing their frightened faces a sense of comfort. If their young queen would die for them, they too would die for her.

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It didn't take long for the famous sons of Ragnar Lothbrok to appear in your kingdom. You were sure they would attack Essex without any remorse. Instead, they wanted to meet and negotiate some kind of peace treaty. They would leave Essex in exchange of some land they could call their own. Of course in order to negotiate, hostages needed to be exchanged.

"I don't understand why do you need to go." Darelle, your younger sister by three years, exclaimed nervously. You didn't bother to look at her, focusing instead on hiding your dagger.

"I need to know how strong their army is. You know that." You replied, stopping only to let out a sigh. "My sweet sister, you do not need to worry. They will not harm me."

"You cannot be certain of that." She replied, forcing you to stop. Your heart ached to see your sister with tears in her eyes, but you had to force yourself to think of your kingdom before her.

The Northerners had never seen the queen of Essex before, hence it was easy for you to pretend to be the princess instead. You would gain a way into their camp and gain a way to see for yourself how strong their army was. That was your plan. You had made clear to Darelle not to accept any deal the Northerners offered. If anything went as smoothly as you hoped, you would be back in your castle the following day.

"Darelle, everything will be fine. We both have a role to play in this. You know yours." Wrapping your arms around her, your sister let out a small sob. A loud horn alerted you that the heathens were now standing behind your gate. A small smile to your sister made her realize that she needed to act like a queen now; she instantly wiped her tears away, sending you a small nod before the two of you settled into silence, both of you deep in your thoughts neither of you dared to speak aloud.

When the gates slowly opened, you were surprised to see no more than five Northerners present. A part of you was disappointed to see that they were regular men like the ones living in your kingdom. Stories circling around England had always painted them as something inhumane, more God than men. Looking at them you had to admit that they didn't look anything important, perhaps a little taller and more muscular, but nothing else.

"Which one of you will stay here?" Your sister asked when the two of you - accompanied by a bunch of guards - rode closer to the figures. A couple of them seemed to be in an argument with each other - from their conversation you could clearly understand that one of them called Hvitserk wanted to be the one, yet his brother Ubbe argued that he was a better choice. Finally, they agreed on Hvitserk staying in Essex.

You had no complications to understand what the heathens were saying - the kings and queens had been so frightened of their attacks that they had started to teach their sons and daughters the language of Northerners. Your mother had done the same, meaning that you and your sister had no problems to communicate with them.

You sent a glance to your sister before riding forward just as the heathen named Hvitserk did the same. When you passed him the two of you glanced at each other; your eyes seethed with anger while his didn't. He had a rather playful smirk on his face, as if he didn't have a care in the world. You only wished you could be as carefree as he was. Your duties as queen - and the burden of the crown - didn't let you act like he did. Your kingdom had always come first, and it always would.

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You wanted to let out a cry of despair when you finally reached the camp of the invaders. Looking at the number of the men and women it was clear that - if they decided to attack - Essex would fall. 

It seemed as if everyone in the camp stopped whatever they were doing and focused on you instead. Some of them moved closer to you, glaring at you and trying to look as threatening as they could. Ubbe guided you towards a tent before telling you to enter. Without any complaints, you did.

There was not a single person present except for you and him. There were evidence of a feast that probably took place last night, but other than that there was not much. You were about to ask Ubbe the purpose of being there if it wasn't for a voice yelling out first.

"Leave us." You heard the loud voice of metal before a man appeared. He didn't pay you much attention, focusing instead of Ubbe and sending him a glare. It was evident the two of them had a rivalry going on - Ubbe was about to argue but decided against it, leaving without any word to you.

The man in front of you was obviously some kind of a leader among the Northmen. His eyes full of authority, he didn’t take much notice of you, focusing instead of his walk towards a bench in the middle of the tent. You simply observed him with silence. A part of you wondered whether the man in front of you was the famous Northman named Ivar the Boneless, the one you had heard so much of. According to your spies - as well as refugees from Wessex and East Anglia - he was the one to look out for.

“So you’re the famous princess of Essex Y/N the people speak so highly of.” He casually commented as he had taken his seat, throwing his crutch aside. His eyes pierced into yours, yet like Hvitserk’s, there was no anger in them.

“You have me at a disadvantage. You know of me, yet I do not know of you.” You announced, taking a seat from across of him when he motioned for you to do so. A smirk played on his face when he stood up, bowing slightly in mockery.

“Ivar the Boneless at your service, Your Highness.” He voiced loudly, clearly proud of his ancestry. It was when he took a seat that he finally observed the young woman in front of him. She was the most beautiful woman Ivar had ever laid his eyes on; it was as if she had been sent by the Gods themselves. But what he didn’t know that he had a queen in his hands, and that queen would never give him what he wanted without a fight.