#ivar lothbrook

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TRAVIS FIMMEL AT THE CRESCENT BEVERLY HILLS IN LOS ANGELES. PHOTOS: ZOEY GROSSMAN/ART DEPARTMENT. STYLING: RITA ZEBDI/JED ROOT. GROOMING: MARISSA MACHADO/ART DEPARTMENT USING KEVIN.MURPHY.

In a lot of ways, Travis Fimmel is an easy person to talk to. He’s kind and polite, and quick to deflect the conversation back onto you: Where did you grow up? Did you like it? Would you go back permanently? When we meet in person on a rainy day in New York, he seems keen to keep an abnormal situation—an interview in which a stranger is asking you personal questions about your profession —as normal and reciprocal as possible.

The youngest of three boys, Fimmel grew up on a cattle farm in Australia, and lived in London for a while before settling in Los Angeles to become an actor. His early career had plenty of false starts, and he famously became a model in the early 2000s so he could extend his U.S. visa. Since he made his debut as Ragnar Lothbrook, the protagonist of Vikings, almost four years ago, however, things have been going very smoothly. In the past year, for example, he played a hapless hippy in Rebecca Miller’s screwball comedy Maggie’s Plan and starred in the video game adaptation Warcraft: The Beginning, which though a domestic disappointment grossed almost $400 million overseas. He just finished working with Chloë Sevigny and Steven Buscemi in Lean on Pete, the new film from 45 Years writer-director Andrew Haigh, and completed Finding Steve McQueen with Forest Whitaker and Lily Rabe. Next year, he will film Inversion opposite Samuel L. Jackson.  

But Vikings is still the project everyone is buzzing about. It has long been suggested that, at some point, Ragnar’s sons will replace him in the main narrative, and, after April’s mid-season finale, it seemed like the time had come. When we left Ragnar seven months ago, he had been decimated in battle by his brother Rollo and had walked away from his kingdom. Now, however, Ragnar is back and keen for revenge.

EMMA BROWN: With Vikings, you’ve always said that Ragnar’s sons are going to do bigger and better things than him. Is that something that you talked about with the creator from the very beginning?

TRAVIS FIMMEL: In history they went on and did better things, but yeah, I was only meant to be on the show for a year. I was meant to die that last episode that first year, but I didn’t; I ended up being on it a bit longer. There are great young actors playing my sons. A lot of shows get very repetitive, but I think it’s great that the young kids are coming in. It just gives new life to the show—some cool characters for the audience to follow. I hope they really enjoy this season. The kids are great. I’m excited for the audience to see these young people doing amazing things.

BROWN: Murdering and pillaging.

FIMMEL: Yes. Plundering and making love to strangers.

BROWN: I hear you’ve got to watch out for Ivar the Boneless.

FIMMEL: Yeah, that’s a great character—a great character in the history. All of them go on to do some very interesting stuff, but Ivar is a very historical character, and it’s certainly set up to be a great role and a great young actor plays it. I think the audience will love it.

BROWN: Will you miss Ragnar when you stop playing him?

FIMMEL: No. I’ll miss the crew and the Irish. There were a lot of laughs.

BROWN: Will you give up your place in Ireland?

FIMMEL: No, I stay in a little cabin. I stay whenever I want. I stay on a beautiful little lake. A great Irish family. Fishing all the time. It’s one of the most beautiful countries, and the nicest people I’ve ever met.

BROWN: How did you meet the family?

FIMMEL: We shot there. I can even take a boat some days to work to see the other side of the lake. We shot a lot of stuff on that lake. We had a camp there the first year—a Viking camp right on their place.

BROWN: You’ve said in the past that most of the crew already knew each other when they started working on the show.  

FIMMEL: It’s just a small industry over there. A lot of them worked on that show The Tudors. A lot of them worked on Braveheart. They’re a great crew. We couldn’t have shot the show anywhere else.

BROWN: Is that why you want to work with Mel Gibson? Did they tell you stories about Braveheart?

FIMMEL: [laughs] No, no, I’ve always loved Mel Gibson. I think he’s awesome. I love the humor that he brings to everything. And he’s an Aussie. I would love to work with him.

BROWN: Do you have Aussie pride, or is it just Mel Gibson?

FIMMEL: I’ve got Aussie country pride for sure. I just like where I grew up. I think you’ve got lots in common with the people who grew up the same as you.

BROWN: When you were growing up, did you think you were going to be a farmer?

FIMMEL: Yeah, I still do.

BROWN: Do your parents still have their farm?

FIMMEL: They just sold it. It’s a bad week for me. They move out on the eighth of December. I don’t know what I’m going to do now when I go back. I’ll get a tent or something. Stay at my mate’s place. All of my mates have got farms there still.

BROWN: Were your parents disappointed that none of their children wanted to take over the farm?

FIMMEL: My grandparents were always farmers. My granddad is dead. They started with a really little farm, and then my uncle and my dad, they kept expanding and expanding and getting more farms. My grandma worked there until she was 85. She’s 91 now. She was milking at 85 before my granddad died, and then she couldn’t get out there anymore. My granddad had Parkinson’s, so he couldn’t change gears [while driving], so my grandma changed gears in the car. He couldn’t see very well, so my grandma would be the eyes. My grandma never got a license. She can drive, but she never got a license. They used to drive about a half hour every morning to the farm. They did retire and they got a place in town and then they unretired, just started driving out every morning at 5 o’clock or whatever.

BROWN: When you were little, were you good about doing your farm chores?

FIMMEL: Yeah, we always would milk before and after school. I liked it, though. That’s the type of work that I like. I didn’t like it on Saturdays when you had to go home and milk after football, but I love the country. I’ll get a farm over there one day.

BROWN: What will you have on your farm? Will it be a dairy farm?

FIMMEL: No, just beef cattle. Dairy sucks.

BROWN: When did you start riding?

FIMMEL: We had a little pony.

BROWN: A fat Shetland?

FIMMEL: No. [laughs] For some reason I remember a Shetland, though. I think somebody left a Shetland at our place, or maybe it was when we were real little. I remember when I was seven or eight or something we had a little white pony. And my dad always had a horse. But we did most of our stuff on the motorbikes, because it was all very flat where we’re from. I got a motorbike at three; we’ve still got it. It was an R50. Hopefully my little nephews will play on it.

BROWN: How come you haven’t quit acting yet?

FIMMEL: I haven’t made enough money to buy a farm. I want a big farm. Everything is expensive in Australia. I got a long way to go, unfortunately. I had a two-year plan that went to a four-year plan that went to a six-year plan. I’ve been trying to do this for 16 years or something now. Plans never really turn out. I’ll get a certain amount of money then I’ll go.

BROWN: When did you realize that acting was something you could do for a living?

FIMMEL: I don’t know, once I got a job I guess. There’s a much better chance of making money doing this for a while than farming. I don’t know why I’m doing it. I still have no idea why I’m doing it.

BROWN: Do people ever get angry with you for saying that?

FIMMEL: I don’t care. Why would people get angry at me? Do they think we’re curing cancer? I think people take themselves too seriously if they get offended by it; it’s just a job. I’m not knocking doctors. There’s some great stuff about acting and all that. It just doesn’t affect me.

BROWN: Did you ever go through a dry spell in terms of acting?

FIMMEL: Yeah, my first 12 years. [laughs] I think that happens to every actor.

BROWN: How did you get your first acting job?

FIMMEL: Just auditioning. I was in class for a couple of years before I had even gone out for an audition. When I decided to stay in L.A., it was to act. Then I couldn’t stay here because of the visa, and so I had to do the modeling stuff. [laughs]

BROWN: You didn’t want to do Home and Away or any of the Australian soaps?

FIMMEL: I didn’t want anybody to know that I was trying to be an actor at home. I wanted to do it over here so nobody knew. They didn’t know until I got a job—a TV series for the WB.  

BROWN: Whom have you most enjoyed working with as an actor? You’ve worked some interesting directors like Rebecca Miller.

FIMMEL: I love Rebecca. I worked with a guy, Mark Steven Johnson, that I really loved just recently. I worked with Andrew Haigh; he’s an English guy. He was fantastic. I worked with him earlier this year.

BROWN: What did you like about him?

FIMMEL: Just a nice fellow and a gentleman. No ego.

BROWN: Have you worked with people with big egos?

FIMMEL: Many, many times.

BROWN: Do you have general faith in humanity?

FIMMEL: Yeah, of course. For sure.

BROWN: What qualities do you look for in a friend?

FIMMEL: For a fellow, just a good bloke I guess. Just nice people. Humor.

BROWN: Is your first impression generally correct, or do you ever change your mind about people?

FIMMEL: A bit of both, I guess. People have such a distinctive look to them these days. Whatever image they’re doing, a lot of the time it sums up their character a bit. There are not many individual people anymore—they dress the same as their friends. It’s a bit weird; everybody is trying to be different, but then they’re exactly the same as whatever mob they hang out with.

BROWN: Do you think individualism is important?

FIMMEL: Yeah, of course—not worrying about what other people are wearing and any of that stuff.

BROWN: Did you ever worry about that stuff—what people thought of you—when you were a teenager?

FIMMEL: I remember putting gel in my hair—I had the spike and the rat’s tail. I got a flat top for a while. That was between 12 and 16.

BROWN: Have you ever lied to get a job?

FIMMEL: I think every job you have to lie to get. You always say how wonderful it all is, that it’s an amazing script—”I love you, you’re such a great director.” I think every actor does that.

BROWN: What about, “Of course I can do a perfect Irish accent,” or, “I’m a great guitar player.”

FIMMEL: No, I’ve never done that ever. You’d get found out so quick. Who are you people trying to kid?

BROWN: Have you ever had to really fight for a job?

FIMMEL: Yeah. Most jobs you have to fight for. For my first job, I auditioned like 13 times. You go back in, you’re writing letters. It happens all the time. It’s not a very easy industry to be a part of.

BROWN: If your older brothers both work in the mines in Western Australia, and you were a Calvin Klein model, do they ever make Zoolander jokes?

FIMMEL: No, they know me too well. [laughs] They know I was just trying to get a visa, you know? It got me a visa for three years. They think it’s funny.

VIKINGS AIRS WEDNESDAY NIGHTS ON THE HISTORY CHANNEL.  

[shannygoatgruff]

Master Lists

Alex Høgh Andersen

00:00:13

Status: One-Shot (Complete)

Genre: Social Responsibility

Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen/OC

Warning: Language, racial slur, prejudice, mention of the YouTube video

Rating: MA+18

Summary: The backlash of the YouTube video where he uses poor judgment and uses a word that he should NEVER use.  

How Do You Like Your Alex?

Series of photo collages dedicated to some of my favorite bloggers featuring our boy in styles they love him best! Trust me, there’s a little Alex out there for everyone one!

Ivar  Ragnarsson 

Big Scary Love - A One-Shot

For @a-mess-of-fandoms​ Kayla’s 1K Writing Challenge. Congrats on your success!

Status: One-Shot (Complete)

Genre: Romance

Characters: Ivar || Ubbe

Warning: None

Rating: PG

Summary: A little brother seeks approval as he’s about to make the biggest decision of his life.

Grown & SeXY

For @youbloodymadgenius​ for your 400 Followers Writing Challenge. Congrats on your success!

Status: Full Story (In Progress)

Genre:  Urban Romance/ Comedy

Pairing:  Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language/Sexual content

Rating: MA+18

Summary: A relationship between Generations X & Y will help this XX & XY learn a lot about themselves, each other, and love. Cougar/cub relationships aren’t always just about midlife a crisis and arm candy.

Only Fan(s)

Status: Full Story (In Progress)

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your Only Fan...

Talk to Me

@waiting4inspiration​ Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge: Prompt #16 – Call me if you need anything

Status: Full Story (In Progress)

Genre:  Romance

Pairing:  Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language/mild angst

Rating: MA

Summary: Can an online relationship work in the real world?  Ivar and Cash are about to find out.

The World Over  (GOT Cross Over)

Status: Full Story (In Progress)

Genre:  Epic - Vikings/GOT Crossover

Ivar x Daenerys Targaryen (other GOT & Vikings Characters)

Rating: MA – violence, language, strong sexual content

Summary: Ivar the Boneless and Daenerys Targaryen find themselves unlikely allies. But each has something that the other needs to get them what they want. He has the tactical skill to take her all the way to Kings Landing. She has the dragon army that will give him all of England, possibly Norway. Will they be each other’s savior or demise?

This story is not updated often. It’s got a lot of working parts, and I work on it periodically. I’m still writing it, it is not abandoned!

Hvitserk  Ragnarsson 

My Brother’s Keeper

Status: Full Story (Complete)

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Modern Hvitserk X Modern Ivar

Rating: MA+18

Dead Duck Do Not Eat

Warning:  Dark story told from an emotionally distributed person’s POV with graphic and sadistic material including rape, terror, torture, kidnapping, drug use, slash, implied incest, necrophilia, and insecurity. Heavy trigger warnings.  

Summary: Mama always said to be their brothers’ keeper. Now there is absolutely nothing these two won’t do for each other.  Boys will be boys...

Lagethera 

Engendered 

Status : One-Shot (Complete)

Genre: Pain and grief

Rating: M+18

Lagertha’s grief causes her to do make a decision that may change things forever.

Athelstan

Athelstan's Journal - Web series 

* I DO NOT OWN THIS WEB SERIES*

A fantastic Vikings mini-web series I found on YouTube that recaps the original story told from Athlestan’s POV.

[fireandbloodtargaryenn]

Your Laughter.

Requested by Anon: Can you do a Vikings AU where Viking!Bucky gets mad when Ivar makes his fiance laugh 💗

Warnings: None

Summary: Some of the Avengers meet the Lothbrook’s meet up over dinner and during one of their small breaks from missions..

A/N: Sorry if it’s a little short, and doesn’t live up to scratch, this sort of fic is a very first for me so I am sorry. It is also Christmas Eve and getting a little late and I need sleep for tomorrow. 

I hope all of you reading this have a safe and Merry Christmas!! I’ll be taking requests starting from 26/12/2018.

Master List

It had been awhile since you had been able to go out for awhile with your fiancé Bucky and with the rest of your friends too since being engaged to Bucky and were due to being married within the next couple of weeks now.

A couple of the Avengers knew about the Lothbrooks, Thor, Clint, Natasha and Sam. A well earned break amongst you 6 was much needed and decided to meet up with the Lothbrook’s

Meeting up at a low key restaurant in town, the six of you walked through the doors and to see Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Bjorn sitting in the back right hand corner.

Everyone walked in front of you and you and Bucky were each others arms and your hand was linked with his arm and showing off the diamond ring on your ring finger.

You had knew the Lothbrook’s for a couple of years now and hung out with them whenever you could to the point the Avengers wanted to meet with them...Then when getting to the table and everyone greeting each other like old friends.

“Y/N!! So glad you could make it!” Said Ivar as you leaned down to hug each other

“I know, I had to drag myself from the wedding planning” you sighed

“I must congratulate you and Bucky on your engagement, I am so happy for you”

“thank you Ivar.” as you found your seat.

While everyone was chatting amongst themselves for a little while before they all started ordering dinner and dessert. It has been nice to get out of the Avengers compound for a couple of hours at least.

Bucky asked if you wanted to get drinks, you politely agreed, as Bucky left to get some drinks, you made conversation with Ivar, he told you a very funny story about what happened to him and Ubbe last week which did make you laugh quite a bit.

When Bucky turned around from the bar with drinks in his hand he saw that Ivar was making you laugh, when coming back from the bar with drinks in his hands.

You turned your gaze towards Bucky and noticed the expression on his face, he was mad, furious even to the point where it looked like he as going to break all of the glasses in his hands.

Then once seeing his expressions, yours quickly changed. Ivar noticed your expression rapidly changing then looking over at Bucky, then you knew what you were going to be in for when Bucky came back to the table.

[amberandmetal]

Ivar:

Me:

[blueyed-one]

OMG. I can’t believe I’ve managed to create this. I know it’s not perfect but I’m really proud of myself. It took me around 3 days to finish.

I’m really curious about your opinion ❤️🙈

[ivarsrideordie]

Thanks to @historyvikings on IG! This is so damn funny. The gagging and barf bucket is the best.

[alexhandersenx]

There’s no one to save me

Ivar/Reader (Modern AU)

A/N: Hi everyone! First and most important thing, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!!💕🎉🎂 @flowers-in-your-hayr I want to wish you all the best on this day, I hope you enjoy this day as much as possible and hope this can make it a bit better! This year may not have been our best birthdays but next year we’ll celebrate them twice! You know I really admire your work but much more as a person! Thank you for always being so so nice, you’re great!💖

Second, here it is, me and my shitty writing. This is the first time I ever write anything (you’ll see) but a lovely little bird came and told me about this amazing surprise (@maggiescarborough​ 💖) and I couldn’t refuse. This is the moodboard I chose bc when I asked Gabi about it, I wrote more of a mini fic than a request (sorry about that, honey😅) so I thought it’ll be easier since I already have an idea.

And finally, to say that this can be considered as the first chapter of a small fic???, Idk,  if you want to read something else, I will continue it and if not, it can stay as a imagine. (Any feedback you want to give is always welcomed and will help me in the future!)

Okay that’s all, I think. Now I'll shut my mouth and let you guys read in peace😊

All credits to this amazing moodboard for the birthday girl @flowers-in-your-hayr​

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: First time writing (biggest warning), mention of death and suicide, cursing, drug dealing, a bit of angst, English not being my mother tongue. (I’m not sure if something else😅).

There you were, (Y/N) (Y/LN), facing the most important case you had encountered in your professional career, which, to tell the truth, was not very long. You were 24 years old and you were a policewoman at the local police station on a small island called Samsø, which together with some others as Læsø, Anholt and Sjælland were known as the 'Kattegat Islands'.

You started there when you were 22, with a lot of effort and after years of dedication, yes, it may sound like a joke, since you were very young, but since your father passed away, you decided to follow in his footsteps. He had become chief of police and worked in what was now your office. His death occurred unexpectedly, one day he went to work and didn't come back, your mother and you didn't know anything, but he had been working on a drug-related case for a long time, and they didn't clarify anything for you after his death either, justifying that it was a case of high danger and a secret file.

When your father died, you were given the belongings he was carrying on the day of his death. You didn't find anything out of the ordinary, just his watch, which had his initials on it, the car keys and his wallet, in which he carried the usual: some money, credit cards and a picture of  your mother and you as a child. From one of the compartments of the wallet, a small fragment of a photo was sticking out. It was very enlarged, only a small part of the face could be seen, it looked like a man, but his face didn't sound familiar to you and besides the fragment was very damaged, so you didn't give it much importance. Although you were intrigued to know the reason for that fragment in your father's wallet and you wanted to know the identity of that person, unfortunately you couldn't do anything about it. You put the items back in the bag and kept it in a drawer that you knew you wouldn't open often since it was with the rest of his belongings.

After this incident, you and your mother faced a difficult time when living at home without him was almost impossible. After a not very long period, you were able to return to your daily life and continued, but however, your mother did not get back on her feet, she went into a great depression. You tried psychologists at first and slowly it looked like she was getting better, but it seems she only did it to fall into an even bigger black hole.

From then on, you contacted a psychiatrist, after a year watching your mother was consumed with sadness you couldn't stand it any longer, even though she was resistant to taking medication you couldn't do anything else. She had been going to the psychiatrist for some time and the truth was that it wasn't going as you expected, your mother had a very negative attitude. She tried to avoid medication when you didn't force her, and for that reason none of the treatments worked.

You were desperate, time was passing, and you didn't know what to do anymore, until one day when you came home and you found your mother breathing very lightly and not responding to any kind of stimulus. She had decided to take her own life with a bottle of pills, yes, how ironic. When she was taken to the hospital, the doctors told you that her vital signs were very bad, the intake of medication had to be over six hours ago, and this had already affected a large part of the system. It was very difficult for her to survive, so much so that she couldn't.

21 years, just 21 years when you were left alone in the world, when everyone was getting drunk and having a hangover and throwing up the next morning, you were there struggling to get where you were today.

Although you couldn't have reached that point without the unconditional support of your father's great friend, Officer Heahmund. He had been like a second father to you, the only one you could lean on when these events occurred. Both he and his wife Anne and their little twins always had a place for you.

You could say you'd been investigating the case for a year and it was huge, really huge. Both you and your colleagues had reached an impasse, you couldn't get anything new, so you decided to take the reins and make a proposal... raid the shelter where the organization was hiding. You had managed, after a long time of tracking them down, to find out that every Thursday at 11.30 p.m. they went out to do business. If you calculated it perfectly, you could set up an ambush, surround the perimeter with your agents strategically, and force your way in, so you could examine the interior for clear, incriminating evidence and wait for them to come back and finally catch them and finish the damn case. From that point on, the game would begin.

Ivar Lothbrook, or also known as Ivar the Boneless, was the person you were chasing. Known to be the leader of the organization. Information about him was quite scarce, the son of a bitch knew how to remain anonymous, you didn't even know what he looked like. Although he also took part in the weekly excursions, he never got out of the vehicle they were in and you didn't dare get close enough to the shelter to see them leave, just as a precaution, so as not to spoil the case. All you knew was that the nickname he had earned was due to a disease he suffered from that made him unable to walk, Osteogenesis Imperfecta.

But you did know something else about his brothers, who were in charge of leading the band when they were doing field work and his brother Ivar was not there. There were three more brothers, the elder Ubbe, the second Hvitserk and the last Sigurd. You had pictures of them, which you had studied to a tee, and they didn't have any kind of background, something that caught your attention because in all these bands it's something common, but it seems that they were playing clean.

Tomorrow would be the big day and you had no margin for error. You decided to leave it at that, not think about it anymore. You opened a bottle of wine and ordered dinner at your favourite restaurant. You were going to enjoy that night quietly before going into action.

That night you practically didn't rest, your head didn't stop thinking and you were fighting against it for a long time, until finally you were victorious, being able to sleep. You promised yourself that it wouldn't be the only thing you would be victorious in.

The sound of the alarm woke you up, it was very early, although there were still hours to go, you had to be ready and needed to do certain things before preparing. You had arranged to meet at 8pm at the police station, you would go over the plan and wait until 10.30pm to put the plan into action. The day went away, you had gone out to buy some things that you needed, you had done some sport to clear your mind and you had taken a bath for an hour and a half which helped to relax each of your muscles that had been in constant tension for several days.

You got out of the shower, you started to fix yourself and for a moment you looked in the mirror, from bottom to top, and you looked into your eyes, you saw your father, you saw him in you.

- “Ivar, Ivar, what little freedom you have left” - You said in a defiant voice as you kept looking at yourself and feeling sure that everything would go as you planned.

What you didn't consider at the time is that in a game you don't always win, and even less when you don't know your opponent.

A phone call took you out of your thoughts, you hesitated for a few seconds before reacting, you went into the kitchen and picked up the phone:

- “Hi, (Y/N) here”.

- “Hello, sweetheart, how are you?” Your boss asked with some concern in his voice.

-  “I'm doing good, getting ready to leave soon. Anything happened?”

-  “No, nothing, I just wanted to remind you, that you still have time to stop this, I can send another partner, I don't want you to do this out of obligation” - said Heahmund, with some hesitation.

- “Heahmund, we've talked about this a million times, I'm gonna take care of it. We've gone over the plan every day; we've looked at alternatives in case the first option doesn't work out and you have an expert in infiltrating other people's homes in charge of the plan... What can go wrong? Trust me, before you can tell, we're in your backyard drinking beers with Anne and the girls, celebrating together as a family, while Ivar the Boneless is rotting in jail” - You said with certainty

- “Ever since you were a little girl I've always admired that about you: Determined, brave and a fighter, which has always made you achieve everything you set out to do - he answered with a broken voice” - I just wanted to wish you the best of luck in the world now that no one is around. See you in a bit, Agent 007.

As he spoke you noticed some concern in his voice, was Heahmund afraid of the mission?... Impossible, he was known for his courage and dedication but in this situation,  you could not avoid that this insecurity that you did not feel for a long time will hit you again.

Since the death of your father you had changed, you had become steel, as you said, you had no heart for anyone, you had focused so much on getting ahead and getting what you had in mind that you had forgotten one very important thing, being a teenager. And now that time was gone.

Still, you burst out laughing when he called you Agent 007

- “Thank you, Jack Bauer” - you said, playing along, referring to those movies and action shows you loved to watch together when you were younger.

You hung up and then felt a sense of emptiness and… fear? No, you weren't going to let that happen. You certainly knew that you had to occupy your mind at that moment, or you would go crazy. So, you connected your phone to the speaker and put on your favourite playlist and time passed with you getting ready until it was time to leave. You took the bike keys, a beautiful Harley-Davidson and got going.

When you arrived at the police station your colleagues and Heahmund were already there, you went over the plan and waited for the exact time to start.

It was 11:15, the game had begun. You were about to head for the first stop on your mission. The aim in this phase was to park in the surroundings of the main highway, where Ivar and his people had to go through, so you could check that everything was in order, and that the usual Thursday trip would take place. You arrived before time, it was night and the highway was slightly illuminated by distant lanterns. The place had been carefully chosen as there were certain points where you could wait in stealth.

As time passed, you became more and more nervous and couldn't help it. There was something in your head that wouldn't let you concentrate. Heahmund noticed it and said:

-  “What's going on in that little head, (Y/N)?” - He said in a sweet tone.

-  “Hmm...nothing, I'm fine” - you whispered as you looked for his glance and smiled.

-  “Come on, (Y/N), I know you too well to know that something is bothering you”

- “Ugh, I hate you Heahmund… what if they don't come, if for whatever reason today doesn't happen” - you said losing your nerve a little

-  “Hey, hey, hey and this? Where's my little fighter? They're going to do it, you'll see, and before dawn they'll all be behind bars”

- “How can you be so sure?”

- “I just know” - he said with confidence and came up to you kissing you on the head

You needed it, you needed someone telling you that everything would be fine, with your 24 years you were tired of playing grown-up, strong and lonely. You had always needed that love, but that side of you was known only by Heahmund and he had always been there to give it to you.

You did not have much more time to get melancholy, it was happening, Ivar and his people could be seen from afar. They were organized in three black armoured cars and four motorcycles guarding the sides. You saw how they passed before you, in a heartbeat everything you had feared had happened, the only part of the plan that did not fall on you had worked. Now everything depended on you. You waited a few minutes and both of you, along with several patrol cars, set off. Some of your colleagues stayed in the place so that they could control when they returned and thus warn those of you who were going to the shelter.

Second stop on the mission, the shelter. Ivar and his people owned an apartment building where they used to stay permanently, it was on the outskirts of town, in the middle of nowhere. You had left your vehicles a few meters behind, also hidden, so as not to cause any noise. You found yourselves walking quietly in the dark with your guns in hand, towards an old building. When you reached the right distance, you appreciated the immensity of the building with enough housing to accommodate several families. The facade was neglected, yellowish-coloured, and you could see the doors of each house, white and many of them peeling and battered. Plus, right next door was what looked like a big warehouse. Everything was surrounded by metal fences.

Your companions began to take their positions as you had planned and you and Heahmund continued to approach, until you reached the side of the fence so that you could climb without attracting attention.

You looked at Heahmund and nodded just as you turned to move forward alone you noticed how he grabbed your arm, your heart racing as he said:

- “I'll keep an eye on everything that happens, the moment I hear something out of the ordinary, even if you don't say the code word, we'll get in and get you out”

- “Damn, Heahmund, you scared me... yes, I know, don't worry” - you said losing your patience a little

And now it was time, holding your SIG Sauer firmly in your hands and checking for the last time that the microphone you were holding in the middle of your bra was properly placed, you were ready to move forward. You approached the front door of the warehouse. If there was anything interesting to look for, it would be there. You pulled the lock pick out of your pocket and picked the lock easily. You opened the door a couple of inches, at that moment your heart felt like it was going to come out of its socket. You checked that the light inside was off, you continued to open it completely and you went inside quietly. It was all dark, you stood still for a few seconds to pay attention to all the sound around you. You could only hear the “tick tock” of a clock. You looked at the wall for a light switch, found it and turned it on. Several fluorescent lights illuminated the big warehouse, some of them failing and blinking making the place even more scary. For a few seconds the light blinded you because of the contrast of the dark night to which your eyes had been used so far. You took a quick look, ducked your head and whispered into the microphone:

- “Clear”

You raised your head and for the first time you stopped to look around. It was immense, the walls were covered with high shelves where there were pots of all kinds, some were full and some were empty, there were boxes, masks, safety goggles, gloves and all kinds of chemical devices. There was a long table on the side with many chairs, some lying on the floor, others on top of the table... that place reminded you of a typical high school lab from which the most you could do was decant a mixture. You were surprised... they were cooking drugs there... "Well, what a dump" you said to yourself; you thought everything would be much more careful and not such a messy place as that.

And in the middle of all that mess, at the end of the room you found a big wooden desk and a big black leather armchair behind it, it seemed that that little space didn't belong in the room, it was all tidy and on the table the only thing that was there was some papers, small pictures and office material. You approached and saw some maps with certain points marked... What were these points? You thought that it could be some meeting place or points of sale, you took out the PDA and uploaded the photo to the police station network.

- “I think I found something, I just uploaded it to the network” -You said in a whisper

You didn't have any answers, nor did you notice much of it, since you got caught up in a huge painting right behind the desk. In it appeared a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair. It was just a painting, but you could feel the elegance of that woman in it. Next to her was a taller man who looked slightly older, shaven and with a long beard with white locks. He was in a suit and showed a great presence just like the woman. But there was something that caught your attention, the look of him, his intense blue eyes seemed to pierce you as if you were seeing them in person. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes betrayed his maturity. You stared for a while, curious, until you came back to reality, took a quick look again to see if anything could be useful, but nothing. So, you retraced your steps and headed for the door. You tried to communicate with your colleagues again:

- “Guys, nothing else around here, I'm going back to my starting position” - You whispered again.

And at that moment you froze, you were listening to yourself double and your "double" was coming right out the door. Time stopped for you, you didn't understand anything, and the only thing you could think of was to hide behind the door. This one opened little by little and you started to listen how people came in... one, two, three... you were counting the steps to be able to calculate the number of people, you lost the count to the fifth since such a quantity would be impossible to face and come out victorious.

- “SHHHH, shut up... do you hear it?” - said a male voice you didn't recognize.

What you could hear was your breathing shaking through a walkie... at that moment the world fell apart. A police walkie in the hands of those assholes, something hadn't gone right, and you didn't know what.

- “Yeah, it smells weird too, doesn't it?” - said another male voice, but this one sounded much more ironic.

- “I don't know Ivar I don't smell anything... what do you smell?” - Said a third voice, the closest so far to your position.

- “Mmm I don't know it's a disgusting smell, something like... police”

At that very moment they closed the door, leaving you exposed. You saw five men, but you didn't have time for much else as the one closest to you, that you came to recognize was Ubbe, grabbed your arm and made a quick movement blocking it, causing your gun to fall to the ground. He drew you to his body by placing your back to him and holding your neck with his arm, doing a lock around it to immobilize you. You looked ahead, saw a young man slowly approaching you and examining you from bottom to top until your eyes connected, deep blue and intimidating gaze. To tell the truth, he was a very attractive guy, but that idea was automatically erased when you remembered who he was. Something stirred in your stomach, you didn't know if it was fear, hate or a mixture. Slowly a cynical smile appeared in his mouth. Definitely, it was disgust what you had noticed in your stomach seconds ago. You could have tried to get out of that grip, but you didn't see the point, they were five men over six feet. It was impossible, to get out of there. Ubbe kept pressing his arm against your neck, causing your senses to slowly fade away.

- “Well, well, and I thought this wasn't going to be fun" said the boy in front of you in a hesitant voice. - Nice to meet you, I am Ivar Lothbrook - he said extending his hand

That was the last thing you could see and hear before you lost total control over your body and thus your senses.

The game had started... like a shitty one.  

[feelingcomplet]

Sons of Odin

[whyiwrite]

“I am Ivar The Boneless! You can’t kill me, I am Ivar The Boneless!” The man screamed from his throne in the room. Causing most of the handmaidens in the room to jump, but not you. You were special, quite like him, but not in the same way. He was special because of his crippling disability and his ruthlessness, you were special in the fact that you didn’t fear anything, not even the death the gods would wish upon you.

“You, little girl! Do you not fear me? Do I not scare you?” Ivar asked innocently while a finger laid stretched out pointing at you.

“Skal jeg være bange for dig?” You asked him in your very thick accent smiling wickedly. Oh this was going to be fun, Ivar had met his match, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Translation: Am I supposed to be scared of you?

[disneyimaginings]

Imagine Bjorn clocking his brothers flirting with you and Auslaug freaking out because she knows shit is about to go down

[shannygoatgruff]

The World Over

Genre:  Vikings/GOT Crossover Fan Fiction

Rating: MA – violence, language, strong sexual content

Summary: Ivar the Boneless and Daenerys Targaryen find themselves unlikely allies. But each has something that the other needs to get them what they want. He has the tactical skill to take her all the way to Kings Landing. She has the dragon army that will give him all of England, possibly Norway. Will they be each other's savior or demise?

A/N:  I have been writing fanfiction for years, but I lost my muse. I finally found it again in Alex Høgh Andersen.  I am obsessed with him and his character, Ivar. 

In my perfect world, Ivar would be on Game of Thrones.  This is my attempt to fix the horrible ending to one of my favorite shows and these two worlds together.

My timelines for both shows are NOT accurate.  They are not meant to be – I have to do a lot of finessing to make everything turn out the way I want it to.

With that, I hope you enjoy.

Ivar The Terrible

The voyage from Kattegat to England took roughly three weeks by ship. Twenty-one days seemed like a brief time passing for the Great Army, led by Björn Ironside and his brothers, to travel from their home to kill King Aelle of Northumbria. 

Early spring had brought minimally choppy waters. The weather was warm enough during the day to require the Viking horde to only require wool and leathers, and at night, light furs.

The gods had blessed them with only two small storms during their entire voyage to the land of the Christians. Neither storm had been so severe that any member of their party took ill, or any of their supplies were damaged. Odin had shown the Vikings great favor as they set out to avenge their fallen King.

King Ragnar Lothbrok was the most famous Viking in all of Scandinavia. He had returned to England the year before the Great Army set sail, with his youngest son, Ivar. Ragnar had returned to question his friend, King Ecbert, on why he had slaughtered the entire Viking settlement that had been allowed to remain and farm in Wessex.  

It had always been Ragnar’s dream to farm on lush and fertile grounds, and the soil in England provided just that.  The weather there was moist and the winds carried the smell of freshly turned soil. Viking farmers were destined to turn a good crop there.  

Farming in Norway had grown harsher. The soil was sandy and the weather was cold. Not much vegetation grew there – not enough to sustain their ever-growing population. The gods had blessed the Northmen with the ability to grow crops to feed their livestock, and the meat from those animals fed their villages. But Ragnar wondered how long would that last? The soil in Kattegat had been turned too many times. The gods gave him visions of moving his people to somewhere more fruitful, where they could farm and continue their way of life.

But, the god Loki had too much in store for the once-simple farmer.  He had grown Ragnar’s ambitions too strong.  Sent him on too many raids.  Forced him into making too many enemies and shedding too much bloodshed.  Before Ragnar realized it in his quest for power and gain, he lost his daughter and unborn son; his wife and son, Björn, had left him and he had four additional sons with a woman he did not love.

Broken, defeated, and estranged, Ragnar removed himself from everything and everyone.  And upon his return, the only one of his sons to accept him wholeheartedly was the one son he had cast away.  

Ivar the Boneless. 

It had taken nearly 16 winters for Ragnar to forge a relationship with his youngest son, the boy that he had tried to leave in the woods to be killed by the elements or taken by wildlife. But on the trip to Wessex, Ragnar and Ivar finally bonded. It was during that trip, that Ragnar Lothbrok was killed by the Christians, but not before he told Ivar to avenge him.

That is exactly what the youngest of the sons of Ragnar had done.

Ivar and his brothers had put together the greatest Viking army the world had ever seen to travel across the great sea to personally deliver all of those who had a hand in killing their father to the goddess Hel. 

But, it seemed that Loki had just as much in store for the younger Lothbroks as the elder.

Now, all but two of the brothers' Lothbrok found themselves on separate ships heading back to their home in Kattegat. Already at sea for more than three weeks, they seemed no closer to home then they had when he set sail 30 days ago.

"You are certain we are still on the course to Kattegat?" Ivar sat perched atop a treasure chest pushed up against the left side of the langskip. He had a thick rope used to raise and lower the sails wrapped around his arm to help keep him grounded to his spot. "We should all be enjoying a tall horn of ale by now!" Angry that he was unable to get up and walk around the vessel, Ivar rolled his cold blue eyes at the thought of spending another day on the ship. 

He would never tell any of his fellow Northmen he was uncomfortable and the cramped conditions of sailing did not fare well with his legs. The weather was miserable. There was a dense fog that seemed to surround each of the ships making it virtually impossible to see any other vessel. 

It had rained for the last five nights and four days. This was not just any rain. It was a freezing rain – like little blades of razor-sharp ice slicing through the air at your face, neck, and hands during the night. The weather during the day wasn't much better with the ferocious thunderstorms that pushed half of the sea into their boat.

Running his hands through his dark brown hair, Ivar squeezed the water from his long ponytail that hung at his shoulders. Trying to ignore the rain and saltwater dripping into his eyes, he sighed and clasped his hand around the arm ring given to him by his father. "Ragnar, show us to land soon," he said quiet enough so no one else could hear him.

He flexed his fingers, which were pruned, in his black half gloves. He was soaked to the bone. The heavy fur coat he wore did little to keep him warm, it felt as though it was just washed in the ocean itself.

Ivar was tired of being wet. His coat was wet. His blankets were wet. His clothes were wet. His boots were wet - if he did not remove them soon, he risked getting foot rot. The food was wet. Even his stools were wet, courtesy of inadvertently drinking saltwater.

"When I kill Lagertha and become King of Kattegat, I will no longer go on raids. I will send others to raid on my behalf," he said matter-of-factly, to no one in particular. "I no longer enjoy sailing." 

A soft chuckle came from behind him, "Ivar, you are the youngest brother. You have almost no claim to the throne," Ubbe said putting both hands on Ivar's shoulders. Leaning up to whisper in his brother's ear, he continued, "Besides, do you think you deserve the throne after what you did to Sigurd?" With a good-natured double pat, Ubbe stood up and balanced himself as he walked over to the edge of the ship, untied his pants and relieved himself over the side.  Still unable to bring himself to express his true disgust at Ivar for killing their brother Sigurd, Ubbe swallowed the hurt.

"You are aware that will blow back on all of us? Hmm, Ubbe?" Ivar said rolling his eyes. "All this wind," he circled his finger in the air to show his brother how strong the winds were blowing. His face held annoyance when Ubbe shrugged, suggesting he didn't care if his brother got pissed on. Ivar turned his head. "I have just as much claim to the throne as any of you. I am a son of Ragnar."

Looking at his brother, as he turned and smiled, Ivar admired how much Ubbe resembled their father. Their oldest brother Björn was the spitting image of Ragar, save the color of his golden blond hair. That hair color he inherited from his mother, Lagertha. But, Ubbe, looked he could have been Ragnar's twin. He had the same bright blue eyes, the same long dirty blond hair. Looking at Björn and Ubbe there was never any question that they deserved the name Ragnarsson. 

His other brother Hvitserk looked like their mother, Aslaug, with his green eyes and blond hair. Even if he wasn't the spitting image of his father, resembling Queen Aslaug and her family, the family that was the hero Sigurd and the shield-maiden Brynhildr, was enough to make all of the young maids in Kattegat want to bed him.

Ivar never paid attention to his brother Sigurd to figure out if he resembled either of his parents. To him, Sigurd was a non-factor.  Even with his disdain of Sigurd, he never meant to kill him.  It was a mistake.  Sigurd should have shut his mouth and stopped tormenting him so. Reminding him of Mother, with the strawberry blonde hair and the cleft in her chin, but saying such awful words. Those words would have never come from Mother’s mouth. 

Then there was Ivar. He looked nothing like either of his parents or any of his siblings. While all of his brothers had been some shade of blond, Ivar had dark brown hair. His eyes were blue like their father's but a different shade. Ragnar's eyes were almost the clear blue of ice melting after a thaw, where Ivar's were the deep blue of the lakes of Norway. But the thing that made Ivar stand out the most from his brothers was his inability to walk. Ivar learned to get around by crawling, dragging his legs which were bound together, behind him. He was also the angriest and cruelest of his brothers – he harbored a pain that not even he understood. He never fit into his family; not in looks, abilities, ideals… 

"The throne should go to the strongest, and best suited to rule, Ivar." Ubbe reminded Ivar as he pulled up the waistband of his britches. "That is Björn or have you forgotten?"

"Björn does not want it. He just wants to sail around the world and search for warm places," Ivar spat out.

Shaking his head, Ubbe returned to his seat using his legs to wedge himself into the corner of the ship as it continued to rock from side to side. "It doesn't matter. If he refuses, then I will take it. I am the next oldest. Then Hvitserk. Then you, Ivar. You have to wait your turn," Ubbe was careful not to mention his little brother Sigurd.  That pain was still too real. 

"Hvitserk?! Hvitserk is more fit to rule over Kattegat then me?" His voice rose an octave at the absurdity of the suggestion.  “And you think you’re stronger?” Why couldn't his brothers see him for the born leader that he was? Why didn't Ubbe, of all of his brothers, the most sensible and reasonable one of all, understand that he would make the best ruler? "Or I could just kill you all now," Ivar said, taking his dagger out of its boot sheath so he could clean his fingernails. 

"Might be easier when we get off these boats," Ubbe mocked. "That is if Odin doesn't take us all first." 

"You don't want the throne, Ubbe. Neither does Hvitserk. He just wants to bed every girl from Northumbria to Kattegat." Ivar shook his head, frustrated with his brothers' lack of ambition. They should be more excited to get Lagertha off of the throne. She killed their mother, "Now that we have avenged Ragnar, I will get my vengeance for Mother. And when the throne is empty, it is up to one of us to take it. None of you want it. So, it is mine." 

"If it is Odin's will," Ubbe said, before laying his head back and closing his eyes. There was nothing left to do but try to sleep. This would be another day left up to Odin for the crew to find their way back to Kattegat. 

Njord, the god of the sea, was not finished toying with the Great Army. Until he was, there was nothing they could do to get their ships back on course.

Ivar narrowed his eyes at Ubbe. He loved his brother, but it infuriated him that Ubbe did not believe him. Ivar was going to be a King. He could feel it, and he didn't need a Seer to confirm what he already knew. The gods had favored him. He had been chosen, and when it happened, he would make everyone that doubted him pay.

A woman woke up from a dream with a start. Panting heavily, she wiped the sweat from her brow and sat upright in the bed. Pulling all of her long burgundy hair to one shoulder, she closed her eyes for a moment to steady herself. She took a moment to touch the amulet on her chest and found herself relaxing slowly.

Placing her feet on the soft rug, she strolled over to the chair to collect her robes. The thick red robe was made from a blend of lamb's wool and cotton, with fur from the dire wolf to line the collar and cuffs. She put the robe onto her naked body and slowly fastened the clasps. Stepping into her red leather boots, he looked at herself in the glass that rested by the washing bowl on the table.

She looked as calm as she always did. But, inside she was shaken. The Lord of Light had given her the most peculiar vision. She wasn't exactly sure what it meant – that much had not been revealed to her. But she knew that there was a change about to happen in the Seven Kingdoms that did not bode well for her charge, Stannis Baratheon. Holding her head up high, she turned on her heel and exited her chamber.

"Ah, Melisandra, we were just making plans for our departure tomorrow," Leaning over a table with the sepia map on top King Stannis looked into the red eyes of the red woman standing in the doorway. "Come, tell me your thoughts on us traveling this way south?"

Ser Davos Seaworth, a tall man with balding grey hair, shook his head and huffed. He hated this plan. He hated how much Stannis had changed. But, most of all, he hated this Red Witch. "My Lord, we should rethink staying at Castle Black. The winter's gonna get harsher. Your wife and your daughter…"

"I'm thinking about my wife and my daughter!" Stannis yelled, cutting Ser Davos off, furrowing his heavy brows in the process. "Winter is coming and they can't survive it here. Castle Black is no place for a child. The horses are dying. The men are freezing and hungry. We have to move south before we lose the entire army – that is if those things don't kill us first!"

Calmly strolling over to Stannis and placing her hand on his arm, Melisandra lifted her red eyes to meet his. "My King, the Lord of Light has shown me a vision. It is not exactly clear to me the meaning or how exactly it means to play out, but I do believe Ser Davos is right. We should not leave this place." She moved slowly walking behind Stannis to stand on his left side. "Something or someone is coming from a land far away. Whatever this is, it threatens to change everything in the Seven Kingdoms."

"I have made up my mind," Stannis said slamming his hand on the table. "We leave at first light!" With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Melisandra and Ser Davos alone.

Curling his lip slightly at her, Ser Davos dared to ask, "You know how I feel about your visions. But, if it is something that will hurt Lord Stannis, I need to know."

Melisandra shook her head, for she could not quite articulate what she saw in her dream. "I cannot answer that as of yet, Ser Davos." Her vision had not given her enough to formulate coherent sentences. All she knew was it had something to do with a towheaded girl, a man with fierce blue eyes on the ground like a serpent, and dragons. She walked around the table and headed toward the door. "Just know, that the night is dark and full of terrors."

A/N - The first two chapters are a little slow.  They are needed backstory for my timeline.  Also, I’m a bit wordy...I talk a lot!  Let me know if you want to be added/deleted from the tag list.

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[whenimaunicorn]

Okay I'm a little late to the party because I had to re-read the ENTIRE thing, but the ending for Playing House is PERFECT! Couldn't have dreamed it better myself!

When I started reading it, I didn't think you could beat the Hold Me Down saga, but I am FLOORED! Too obsessed, I can't deal! Hope it wasn't your last Lothbrook bros fic! Ima be lurking anxiously until the day your gloriously kinky Ivar comes back 😜

Wow you made my day!! And I really needed it today

I am so happy to hear that it achieved such a happy ending for you, all I want is for readers to feel satisfied by the end.

As for more works... I think that regardless of what's gone on in the series, my takes on the modern Lothbroks have fairly permanent residence in my brain at this point... If I need a particularly devious scenario it's always going to be Ivar in my head

[ivarsrideordie]

Yeah, so...

I didn't cry at all. I didn't totally see my boy back. (Not talking about Ivar either.) I didn't feel sorry for him at all. So all in all, I'm not an emotional wreck right now...

I'd like to say, fuck you Hirst for making this whole season almost unbearable all the way up to this episode. Also, fuck you Hirst for hurting my heart so much with this one. Fuck you for having fooled all of us into believing your writing sucks worse than a vacuum cleaner clogged with cat hair. Ugh.

[vikingsagine]

My Loyalty Is Yours (Ivar x Reader)

Hey, this one. I like it but its kinda long. Don’t know how long it is. but yerp. Love my cripple God Ivar the Boneless, kind of miss his ruthless behavior. Miss that psycho tang he had in season 5. Can’t wait for the finale. (Admire my beautiful crazy baby)

Summary : Reader is interrogated by Bjorn to why you were imprisoned instead of fighting for Ivar, the man you dedicated your life to. You are his right hand, his most trusted and most loyal.

Warning: Violence. Mentions of rape. Pretty sad. Death.

“Why are you still here?” Gruff and tough. You were on your knees, hands tied behind your back, body tattered and bruised from torture. Bjorn sat with pride on the dark throne, carved from maple oak wood, where not too long ago you were standing next to. Not sitting, not below but standing beside. Now, a bloody mess grovelling at the hands of another ruler. “Why were you imprisoned and not fighting for my brother?” He leaned forward, light silver-ish eyes boring into yours with such dominant demeanour, it reminded you of a hunter looking down on its prey.

“It’s good to see you too, Bjorn Ironside.” Your voice was dry from the long days of imprisonment. The lack of food and water and rest. Your lips curved upwards smugly and spat the blood that kissed your teeth. Pushing yourself into a comfortable position, you spread your legs forward and slumped against the man standing behind you. A grunt leaving your lips. “I’m surprised to see you but, somewhat...happy.”

“Enough.” You knew Bjorn Ironside, you knew his brothers, Ubba, Hviserk, Singurd and especially Ivar. After the disappearance of Ragnar Lothbrook, when all the boys were teenagers and older, you made an appearance. In fact, it was exactly in the same predicament you’re in now. On your knees, bleeding and at the mercy of the ruler of Kattegat. “Answer me woman or I swear by the Gods that I will not hesitate to kill you right here, right now.” Bjorn was impatient, his fists clenched and teeth seethed waiting for your response. Your excuse.

“It’s simple, I couldn’t do Ivar’s bidding anymore.” When you arrived in Kattegat many years ago, you had a purpose. A clear and meaningful reason for your living. It was to serve and protect Ivar from everything and anything. All your life before Kattegat and the sons of Ragnar, it was about survival and fulfilling the wishes of the Gods. The visions or dreams of a sort that haunted you every night, led you to Kattegat. “I betrayed him.” The words felt venomous like burning water poured down your throat. You could taste the metallic flavour of your own blood.

“Tch and how do you suppose I should believe what you say?” Bjorn scoffed, intrigued by your honest response. It was a private meeting, with only you, the King of Kattegat, Ubba and his wife and Lagertha. They all stared and listened intently. 

“Bjorn’s right, (Y/N). We all know of your dedication towards my little brother. What reason is there for you to betray him even though, I recall, your purpose was to serve and protect him.” Ubba finally spoke, his striking blue orbs filled with conflict of pain but also righteousness. It wasn’t easy for him to see the girl he once thought as a little sister and a good friend, covered in different wounds that were dripping with blood and crusting from dirt and rotting flesh. You missed Ubba. His gentle and kind heart. You missed having his friendship, the days of endless drinking and dancing and fighting. “Does your loyalty change?”

“Ubba. My sweet and gentle Ubba.” The memory still seemed fresh yet so far away. The days where you’d share stories and laugh over a cup of ale as he tried to flirt with other women and as you watched longingly at Ivar. They were all turned to ash when your swords met during the fight over Kattegat, working alongside Ivar and King Harald and Hvitserk. “I don’t wish you to believe me. That is your own choice and decision, a right I do not own.” Ubba frowned at your answer, not at all proving a reason to keep you alive. “However, I am still loyal to Ivar. I always will be.” Ubba’s jaw clenched, expecting a different response and the hope behind his warm ocean orbs, crushed. 

“I don’t understand. You say you betray Ivar but yet, still loyal to him. That does not make sense.” Torvi spoke up from beside her husband, beautiful blonde hair glowing like pure ember that her murderous and calloused hands betrayed. You knew she was a strong woman and you smiled, happy that Ubba found a great wife and shieldmaiden. 

“I did not betray Ivar the way you think I did.” You remember the exchange, vividly. The night you wanted out. The night you refused Ivar’s wishes. The night he broke your heart. Letting out a long sigh, you closed your eyes and reminisced in the painful memory. All of it came back to you like an arrow diving into your heart. The tears, the emotions, the words, the blood, the action and the choice. “Two moons before the attack, Queen Freydis gave birth to the supposed divine son of God Ivar.” Your voice mocked the word God as if talking to the self-proclaimed man himself. Imagining the scowl crossing his face and then the bitter insult he’d snark back. “The boy, you see, was...different. He wasn’t what Ivar expected. He saw him as himself, crippled and ruined. And so, he ordered me to kill him. To kill his own child.” Your eyes locked with Bjorn’s filled with burning tears and suppressed emotions. “And I did. I left him out in the cold, leaving the crying babe to defend for itself. Left it for a pack of foxes that ended up eating him, but even still, the baby was dead beforehand because it was too cold.” Your voice started to shake, recalling the cries, the innocent shrieks of a pleading and freezing child in the middle of the forest on a sharp winter night. 

“No, no, you didn’t. Y-you couldn’t have. Ivar forced you to, the (Y/N) I knew wouldn’t have done that. She wouldn’t of-.” Ubba intervened, distraught by the news and took a few steps closer to your hunched figure. His eyes pleading for you to be joking as sick as it was, he hoped you were lying, kidding. But you weren’t.

“You’re wrong.” You snapped, aimed your stern glare towards your best friend. “I did Ubba. It may have been Ivar’s wish, but I could have rejected, I could have chosen otherwise. The girl you were once friends with, is long gone.” It was true, all that time you spent with Ivar had changed you. Slowly but surely twisting that once righteous and somewhat innocent soul into nothing but a slave to a monster. A heartless and dutiful dog. You took another deep breath, swallowing the emotions clogged in your throat and returned your famous stoic and expressionless mask. “But after that night, I could no longer do it anymore. I could no longer be that person and I told him, I was done. I was done with killing innocents and slaughtering the people I grew up with. But oh no, it was not a good enough reason. Ivar screamed and yelled and we were like that for a while.”

“Ivar, I’m done.” You uttered barely above a whisper, standing in front of your supposed God with the cold of the night's air still nipping at your cheeks and fingertips. The merciless man froze in his seat, motioning for his men to quiet and turned away from his wife who was clueless by your doings. 

“What did you say?” His tone was gentle and soft but still filled with cruelty and opposing anger. The fire behind his icy blue eyes burned like wildfire. The smile, however fake it may be, was dangerous and deadly. Daring you to speak again. His men soon noticed his change of behaviour and lowered their heads, their flappering mouths came to a pause but their ears burned with curiosity.

“You heard me, I’m done. I cannot do this anymore.” 

“Please, leave us.” Ivar spoke calmly, waiting for his men and wife to leave the room. To leave you two alone to discuss the current matter. It was normal. Mundane for you two to argue about things, his battle tactics, his childish behaviour or your reckless demeanour and your hostile behaviour towards everyone. Soon enough, it was just you and him. 

“I will be leaving Kattegat at first light tomorrow morning. I wanted to tell you this before going and to inform you that Hvitserk is now the leader of your armies before the attack from Bjorn and King Harald.” You stood, waiting for a reply from Ivar. You did not expect him to huff, lean back into his chair and continue eating his meal.

“You can’t.” He hummed, a smile spreading across his lips.

“And why can’t I?” His immature behaviour pushed your buttons. 

“Because I rule over you and you are mine. Bound to me by the fates of the Gods, you say so yourself.” Ivar spoke smugly, happy with himself and thought his reasoning to be perfect and completely reasonable. “Besides, why would you leave? You have everything that you need and could ever want. You have done nothing wrong.” You were left awestruck for a split second. Staring at Ivar like he’d grown two heads. 

“Nothing wrong?” Your voice picked up in disbelief, your voice beginning to falter as your heart pounded and your mind sped up. Flashes of obeying his orders coming to mind. All the deaths, all the screams, all the killing on your hands. “Nothing wrong!? Ivar, I just finished killing your son! Your baby! And you think that is everything I want and need?!” You were glad everyone had left and that the walls were made with solid timber and the clash of thunder and rain roared outside. Ivar snapped his head back, not liking the way you raised your tone at him as if you were superior. 

“Do not talk to me as if I am lesser than you.” Ivar growled and grabbed his crutch to stand up and limped towards your figure draped in leather and cloth. His eyes widened and glared down at you. 

“I am not speaking to you as if you are lesser than me, I am yelling at you because I am angry.” You could feel thick tears burn your placid brown orbs, ready to spill and your throat ready to crack. “I am angry and tired of killing people. That is all I do and see Ivar. Is death. Is blood. All their bodies. People I know, people that have once called me friends, I killed in cold blood. All because of...all because…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, Ivar’s heated gaze trapped on you and breathing in every word you screamed wholeheartedly. 

“All because of what, hmm? All because of what? Go on, finish the sentence. All because of me, right?” His voice seethed, his tone dark and heavy as he leaned in closer to your face so you could hear and feel his wrath through his breathing. “Yes, blame me. Blame me like I forced you to do that. I gave you a choice. Everytime, I told you, you didn’t have to do it. But yet, you accepted. So, this...this isn’t just my fault. This is your doing too. You had a choice to make, to walk with clean hands or to kill for me?” Both Ivar’s hands came around your shoulders, squeezing tight and his nails dug into your clothes. “You think I wanted you to kill my son, huh?! You think I wanted that? No, I did not! But I wasn’t going to have him grow up just like I did. A cripple. A laughingstock for everyone. A reason to pity. A harder life to live.” You stared up at him with shocked facials, staring at the pure and passionate emotions he was displaying. 

“And that gives you the right? That’s supposed to make me feel better. To make me feel like I’m no longer a monster.” You shoved his hands off of you and stomped your feet on the ground. “Everything I have done, I have done for you. I have protected you, killed hundreds for you, lied for you, been raped for you, been defiled and humiliated...for you.” 

“Then why do you stay? I know the Gods do not wish this upon you. So please, do not give me your poor excuse of it being the Gods doing, that I am your fate, your duty, your responsibility. Because I know, there is more to it.” His fists came to your collar and clenched. You could feel your emotions overtake your usual calm and strategic mind, overthrowing all sense out the window and before you know it, you punched him across the face. Striking him down onto the ground with a thud, he growled. 

“Because I love you. I love you so much that it hurts.” Tears were now violently falling from your cheeks as you slumped on the floor, glaring at Ivar - the cripple who stole your heart, silently, slowly but completely. He didn’t say a word, his jaw didn’t shut and his eyes didn’t waver. “All my life, I never knew what family was. I didn’t know what it was like to love. And then I find you and of course, I thought these emotions were the feelings the Gods had put on me, what it was like to actually find their duty and responsibility. But then, I fell in love with you. It was no longer the Gods who kept me by your side, it was my heart.”

The fight still pained you to this day. It was one of your greatest regrets but one of your most needed encounters in your life. You had been sitting in silence for a while now, just staring out to nothing until Bjorn Ironside finally spoke. His patience ran thin and wanted answers. There were visible tears falling from your eyes, stinging your prior wounds across your cheeks but not enough for you to care. 

“Right.” You coughed, clearing your throat in hopes of ridding the obvious hurtful emotions that were on show for everyone to see. “I told him that I...that I loved him and for a long time he didn’t say anything and I left. However, just as I predicted, he sent his men to kill me and proclaimed that I was a murderer, a traitor and a spy working for your armies.” You let out a dry laugh, the betrayal and the disappointment hurting you. It was silly to think that you would expect Ivar to let you leave. It was naive to think that he’d feel the same, that he loved you enough to let you go.  It was stupid enough for you to hope, that the great Ivar the Boneless, would put his paranoia for power and victory to actually let you escape. He was too caught up in the idea that you’d betray him. And in his mind, you wanting to leave was already a betrayal. So, therefore, you did betray him. “And now, here I am, alive to live another day.” 

[sirensmojo]

Grebecci, 2 x Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Summary: You met Ivar The Boneless in your capital, Keengrey while he was sent to spy on you by King Ragnar himself after he found out you took over the lands of several of his earls.

Warnings: fluff, romance, fierce!reader

Word Count: 4,166

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"My Queen, there is a man out the palace that claims he had a deal with you." "Do you know who he is?" "A foreigner, it seems." He responded; your guard didn't seem to be panic-stricken, which invite you to accept to see the stranger. When he walks in the throne room, you were intently looking at him from afar. Indeed he was a stranger, but you recognize his get-up: he was a Viking. "Why on earth do I have the honor to meet a Viking in my own land?" You joyfully ask even if you were uncertain about his presence here. "That is your first question?" The man asked a bit confuse as he was expecting a completely different reaction. You offered him your purest smile and set the tip of your fingers together. "Didn't I made myself clear enough the first time?" You raised a brow at him, and he clenched his jaw, looking away. "The reason why I'm here is to discuss the fact you're slowly invading Scandinavia." He curtly responded.

"Oh, am I?" "Yes, you are." "So you're an earl then? Why didn't you announced yourself directly?" "I'm not, I'm Ivar The Boneless, son of The King Ragnar Lothbrook. I must speak for him" "I've heard many things about how great he was, but I rarely listen to what people say. Most of the time, this is only gossips." You then raised your brows as you stood back up and started to move forward to the man. "Shall I share dinner with you, my dear, I require a cup of wine." You added, and Ivar followed your every movement. You noticed the deep blue of his eyes while you got nearer him and couldn't hold back a tiny smile. If you were not Queen of Grebecci, you surely would've complimented him, but with the title came the death of innocence and naivety. Now each of your words should be thought as you represented the whole people of the Kingdom. Ivar squinted at you, wondering why you suddenly remained silent. "You're free to do whatever you want to until the evening, the castle is yours." You finally let out as you leave the room without looking at him even one last time.

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"Ivar! To be honest, I didn't think you would still be here" You chuckled as the man entered the room. He hobbles to the table without paying much attention to you. You make the most of his behavior eyeing him. His hair was braided, and his brows furrowed, but not because he was angry. It seems like it as his natural expression, which owns a small from you. "I told you the reason for my presence in your country. We have to discuss why you expand that much the border of your land." "You know what you want, that is a great attribute, but shouldn't I discuss those things with the King himself?" "I speak for him-" "Nonetheless, you're not him." You stopped him in tracks and leaned forward on the table. The blue-eyed man printed his gaze in yours. You exhaled loudly and humidified your lips, slumping into your wooden chair. "Look, Ivar. I could explain why I do what I do, but you will have to go back and explain it to your King and then come here again to inform me of his response. You'll be a sort of messenger of both countries. Nevertheless, I firmly believe this is not the duty of a Prince, and for that, I must directly speak to your father. Wouldn't it be easier for you and me to go to him directly?" You asked. "This is for your own care." You added, and the man in front of you chuckles. He grabbed something that was on his plate and started to fiddle with it. "I'm not an animal; you can't gain my trust by speaking softly and give me food. Even less by making me believe you act for my welfare." "I'm going to your father anyhow. You can travel as a prisoner or as a Prince, you chose. But I've wasted my patience with your arrogance." You exhaled and started to eat again. The man was staring at you, paying attention to every of your feature. He didn't want to do so when he first met you as there were too many witnesses. His gaze ran down to your body when you choose to make him know you caught him on the act. "Do you like the view?" "You're my age, on what circumstances you took the crown?" "Because you think I took it as if it was a gift?"

You retort with a solemn tone. The Viking lifts his eyes to yours. "I surmise, yes" He shrugs, taking a slice of meat into his mouth. " "Then maybe you live a better life than I." You muters to yourself. After that exchange, both of you remained silent for a moment as one of your soldiers entered the room to keep you updated on the travel arrangements. "My people that survived the bloodshed you cause told us you are called The plangent Queen, why is that?" He asks, breaking the silence as soon as the soldier left. "You surely have an idea or two, and I'm curious to hear them." "You were a princess before, and the rumor says you were never quite sympathetic-" 

"She was never a princess. She was born a Queen with warrior blood." "Lagertha!" You exclaimed as you lift your gaze to the door, where the blond-haired woman was standing. She smiled at you, whereas you motioned the chair beside you to invite her to sit at the table. Ivar seems wholly lost and surprised at the same time as he furrowed brows more strenuously. "It's been quite some time since the last time I saw your face little one" She lets out as came nearer you and sits looking at you. You nodded and glanced at Ivar. "I didn't expect to run into you, son of Ragnar." She addressed to the man as he raised his brows. "It is not a surprise to see you sympathize with the enemy." "Y/N is not our enemy." "Go tell it to all the Vikings that died on her sword." He hissed, and she glared at him. "They are a scheme against your father; she only attacked those who plotted against him." "So you're telling me she acted out of a good heart? Stop all the bullshit, Lagertha. If she brainwashed you, that is not my concern, but I will never allow you to do the same with my father." The Viking started to waggle in his chair as he looked at you sharply pointed you with his finger. Lagertha lowered her head and cleared her voice. "You're talking to the Queen of a fierce kingdom. She could crush you now if she wanted to; this is her palace. You must act wiser than that if you want to return safely to Kattegat." Softly said the woman by your side. Ivar closed his lid a moment and inhaled deeply. You looked at both and decided to ignore the man, for now, it was apparent he acted out of the madness. He always did; he wasn't even able to contain himself. "I'm glad to see you here, does that mean you rule your own land now?" You asked, and she nodded. "Earl Lagertha, this sounds magical. I must say." You added as she chuckled. 

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You slowly walk to the chamber of the man that seems to hate you the most. You wanted him to understand you weren't a menace nor an enemy, and you'll try to make him understand by any means. You knocked, and when he asked who this was, you press your forehead to the door. "It's a shame you don't know how to behave, for I appreciate the man you are when you're placid." You let out lowly, deep down, you hoped he didn't hear those words for they made you appear weak, but you didn't care that much about your image with him. He never seemed to give that much importance to formalities, and you were intrigued by this behavior as you felt trapped in the duty of the Kingdom. 

The door opened, and you nearly fall forward. Indeed, you do fall, but on the torso of the Viking that was right behind the door. "Fuck" You mutters as you hassle to straighten back with a hand on your mouth. "I should simply ask why a Queen is standing visiting me in my chamber instead of calling me to her directly, but I'll simply go with this: You do not know me, stop acting as if. You do not know if I know how to behave, and you do not know if there is any quiet in me." He leaned forward to look you in the eyes whilst murmuring only inches away from your face. You hardly swallow, not genuinely being aware of where to watch as you were still ashamed by the way you fall on him. But that doesn't seem to upset him, not even a little. "I.. You... hum" You tried, but the high pitched tone of your voice gives away how weak you were at the moment. You cleared your voice and inhaled deeply, "I did not come as a Queen, but as Y/N. In my land, you do not have your title as you are officially a heathen -" "You seduce many men by talking about kingdom and royalty all the time?" He interrupted you with a smirk, and you slowly smile, looking downward. "Precisely, this is what I am talking about when I said 'placid'" Carefully, you lift your chin and allow your pupils to connect with Ivar's. You gauge his reaction to your words as didn't want this moment to end that fast as it only began. He clenched his jaw and groaned, still looking at you in the eyes. "So I guess you're right. I do have some moments of peace." He lets out taking a step back, and you sighed as what you tried to avoid happened; he was running away. "You're not as formal as earlier, this version of you is... odd." He frowned, and you giggled. "I can kick your ass if that's what you're searching for, kid" You tilted your head. The man chuckled and shook his head, "You were not kicking my ass!" He lustily replied. You muffled your laugh and cleared your throat to voice your displeasure, he looked up to you and tilted his head "You did not!" He added, and you lift your hands. "I didn't say anything." You snapped back, and he closed his eyes before looking away. Suddenly you pouted and stayed silent. "What-" He didn't finish his sentence too absorbed by the face you were making. You fluttered your eyes as he furrowed his brows "I like it" You began. "What?" He asked, concerned. "Your eyes." "Is that the reason why when I looked away, you started to do a babyface and doggy eyes?" "Huh? Okay, I admit." You raised your brows." "You're so childish, yet a Queen-" "Shhhh." You put your index on his lips and frowns. There was hustle and bustle in the corridor, so you scramble into the room and hassle to close the door. You pressed an ear on the wooden door, trying to identify the people outside when Ivar's hand encounter your shoulder. You quickly glanced at him without paying much attention; you were concentrating on the noise in the corridor. You could use your title to open the door and caught them on the act on whatever they were doing, but you were in the chamber of a man—additionally, a Viking and a heathen. You were powerless in this situation, and that simple thought nearly drove you mad. "There was a scheme." He says, and your attention got back on the man. "What?"You asked as you slowly approached him. "That is why you must've taken the crown... That would explain why you're hiding to spy your people in your own castle." "The reason why I'm hiding is that you're a man, a Viking, a heathen, and that I'm a Christian Queen that is not married. They could imagine what they want and spread rumors. I worked so hard for my people not to question my power. It is inconceivable to let them ruin everything." You answered with boldness. "Why aren't you married yet? Christians encourage women to marry young, aren't they?" You nodded at his question and frowned. "When you gain the trust of your people, you also buy some freedom." "If freedom means to check each word that you speak and each of your actions to make sure you correspond to the wishes of people that are assumed to be beneath you, I don't want it." He murmurs, hobbling towards you. "I don't want your freedom, Y/N." "It is my duty, Ivar. Not my choice. Once again, that is why I told you earlier you lived a better life than I." You look intently at him. 'I can't simply vanish and live as I intend to. I've already tried, and that only brings death..." You turn away to hide your shameful face. You knew it wasn't you that caused your mother's death, but that idea wouldn't leave your head. "I'll listen closely to what you'll say" "You owe me nothing." "No, but I want to." He replied, and you simply groan in response. "So I was right, there was a scheme against your family, and the people are now looking for you." "Yes, that is why I must believe that in my jail, I can still be free." "You are." Responded Ivar, and as you glanced at him, you saw a genuine smile drawing on his lips, which warmed up your heart a bit. You started to walk away from him and got nearer the door. "Thank you." You whispered. "For what?" He softly asked. "For being the Ivar, I needed you to be even tho you do not believe he exists." You indeed noticed he was soft to entertain you, even if you didn't know his motivation, he tried to be gentle, and that was enough to deserve some respect, at least for now. You couldn't deny the man was an unpredictable one, and he could retake his actions in no time.

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"It is good to see Kattegat again." Said Lagertha as she jumps out the boat, followed by you. "It is as beautiful and as fluffy as you told me, I see." You joyfully let out as your eyes landed on the figures of four men. You squinted a bit and recognized one of them, making you smile. "Björn!" exclaimed the shieldmaiden before you, his son, scramble to her grinning. When he finally let her go, you move forward and lift your head to be able to look at him in the eyes. "Plangent!" He teased you, and you frown. "I'm going to kick your arse, Björn Ironside. I swear!" You raised a brow, and he pats your head. Suddenly, some of your knights unsheathe, and you motioned your hand to let them know it's okay. You tilted your head, "Watch out, or you could get yourself in trouble." You taunt the man as he bends over to your ear so only you could hear. "If they weren't so many of your soldiers, we both know I would take you in my arm, Y/N." "To kill me?" "With kindness, of course." He added, and you shook your head at his goofiness. 

When you left Björn to join Lagertha, you notice she was talking with a tall and red-haired woman. "You are Queen Alsaugh; it is a pleasure to meet you." To be entirely honest, you only knew her because, according to Lagertha, she stole her husband and her happiness. "I would've been pleased to meet you if this wasn't in such circumstances." She responded, raising her brows at you, and you gave her a tiny smile. It was all fun and all, but you were here to see the King, and the fact he wasn't there to greet you was a bit frustrating.

Furthermore, since you left the boat, you didn't see Ivar. You began to think you throw yourself into a trap, but when your eyes meet Lagertha's and Björn, those ideas left you with haste. Even if you were very different and that your friendship with Björn was still fragile, it seemed destiny had a plan you'd be fonded of Vikings. It was the sight of Ivar that made you head back to reality. He was standing near a throne on his crutch and intently looking at you. You couldn't describe nor decipher his look, all you knew is that you couldn't show any weakness, even less in a stranger land. You must hold back your feelings and do as if the Viking didn't matter to you when, in fact, you were craving for another moment with no one but him and you. No status, no kingdom, just a boy and a girl laughing and discuss everything and nothing; just be a normal goofy girl of your age.

"Ragnar" You heard Lagertha talk with a man, you couldn't see his face as there were so many Vikings in the great hall. It was their King, and he was finally showing himself. He walked towards you and tilted his head, squinting. That face was familiar. You didn't remember where or when you saw it, but it was a certainty: you already met him. You furrowed your brows some seconds and cleared your voice. "I am Y/N, Queen of Grebecci. I'm glad you finally decided to show up. I didn't see you on the docks, King Ragnar." You say with a snappy tone and a cheeky smile. Every Vikings remained quiet and eyeing you, which only made your smile grow wider. "It is good you decided to come and explain finally why you slaughtered my people." He retorts, and you chuckled. "Your people, huh?" You looked over that King. He wasn't ready at all for what you were about to tell him.

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"You're telling me earl Asulf, and earl Frithjof promised your head to the Church back in your country, and that is why you invade their land?" He asked with disbelief. "I'm telling you there was a scheme against my father, then my mother and now against me. Those people wish me dead to take my crown and my lands, and your earls helped them. As a matter of fact, they have the blood of my parents on their hands; that is why I began my vengeance by taking their lands. But I'm not going to stop there, may God forgive them, because I will not." You curtly sighed with revilement. "That will not heal your heart." He softly responded, holding you a cup of ale. You took it pleasingly whilst letting out a long sigh and looked at him. "My heart is forever wounded. It is not revenge I seek in the end. It is justice." You took good care of dawdle on your last sentence so he could get right your intentions. "Your God, he is the one who judges, you believe humans can't decide of someone's fate. Don't you?" "Humain is the master of its own fate; that is why you couldn't stop those earls to fashion their fate. Your people could've renounced to kill my family, my happiness. But they choose their path Ragnar Lothbrok. And whoever may be my enemy, I will crush them into aches." "It is your sorrow that speaks."

"At least I still have enough strength to express it." You snapped back, and Ragnar lifts his gaze to yours as he knew a cutting remark you personally addressed him. "I heard they were also scheming against me?" He asked, ignoring your last comment. "Lagertha knows better about it. She was my eyes and my ears during this battle. But Lord knows she had her own to face, for her husband had a nasty habit of beating everything when he drunk a little too much." He nervously scratched the back of his head, hearing your words, and sighed loudly. You were looking around, still talking with King Ragnar when you saw Ivar's eyes staring at you. Pieces of fabrics running down the frame of the door were hiding the rest of his face, but you recognized his eyes. 

"We shall discuss after tonight's feast." Those words felt like butter on his lips as it meant you were free to run to the Viking outside, finally. You left Ragnar without wasting time and voluntary crushed his shoulder as you scrambled to the streets. You pass through some merchant before a callous hand holds onto your wrist to pull you in a small cabin. "Ivar..." "Shhh." The man pressed his hand on your mouth to muffle your voice as he glanced through the window to make sure no one was following.

"We can't afford to get caught Y/N." He slowly said, and you nodded. "I do not care if they see me talking with you here. After all, you're a Prince. It is pretty common for a Queen to talk with a Prince." You put your hand on him to free your lips. "Maybe you don't care, but now we're in my land. It is me they should not see talking with you," He responded, and you lowered your head, wondering why you always find yourself having your hands and feet tied. "It is not about duty here, more about reputation." "You're ashamed we are friends?" You asked with a little voice, and he furrowed his brows, looking over at you. "We are not-Orgh." He groans, he was about to lose his cool, so he stops himself in tracks and breath in to calm down again.

"I'm the cripple here, nothing more. And I'd like to keep that image." He softly sighed, and you blinked at him. "The cripple?" You repeated. "Do you look at me so little you didn't notice I was infirm?" He chuckled, and as his laugh lighted up the fire burning in your soul, you immediately smile, showing him your teeth. "As if it was the main thing I see when I look at you.." You mutter, suddenly avoiding his gaze as your cheeks became red. He placed his enormous callous palm on the redness and gently stroke your skin with his thumb. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. You could melt under his caress, your feelings whenever you where in his presence were inevitable: freedom. Finally, you got to taste it. You opened your eyes to a curious Ivar; it seems he wanted to see right through you because his pupils were dilated whilst you automatically crossed your legs. "I love it." "What?" You hassle to replied. "The fact you were the one searching comfort in me in the beginning, whereas I'm the one always looking for you in each room I found myself in now." 

***

You were sat right next to the Viking King, slowly eating whilst thinking about the next step of your vengeance as nothing else was more important than that. "Was that you, I spend nearly a year with back in the remote land of Scandinavia?" Suddenly asked Ragnar, whereas you furrowed your brows. "Fuck." You suddenly raised your eyebrows as if it all makes sense now. You knew his face was familiar, but back then, he had a long beard, and mud used to cover his traits all the time. You sharply close your lids and open them again to look at him better. "So you're name is Ragnar!" You chuckled, and he raised his brows. "This is the only thing that jumps at you." He grabbed a piece of meat with his hand.

"You used to say I was unique." You said. "Alone" He rectified. "Unique" "Alone." All of a sudden, he shook his head, frowning, wondering why he was playing goofy with you. "You're a Queen, a great one I heard." He nodded, and you couldn't help but grin, hearing his compliments. "I heard you were an old and odd King." You muffled your laugh, and he grabbed his cup chuckling. You did the same, and in one united crack up, you crash your mugs of ale to one another.

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Ivar Permanent tag: @youbloodymadgenius​ 

[underatedcharactersunite]

Beloved

Summary;  Ivar has been taken by the Saxons. You don't take kindly to the love of your life is captured, so you go on a long voyage to Wessex to rescue Ivar. Prompts; “Never threaten me” & “Gods must have sent you as a gift to me” & “Can you sleep without me in a bed” & “You dreamed of me?”  Pairing; Ivar the Boneless X Female Reader For; @dreamwritesimagines WordCount; 3,094 Warnings; Mentions of violence and battle, brief nudity although not described in detail. Mentions of sex, people speaking negatively about women, Angst and Fluff

A shield maiden never feared but was feared. You had gone into battle several times now,  and you were never scared to die.  That did not mean you could not fear for the life of your beloved. 

Your only fear had come true. The Saxons had captured Ivar. You felt conflicted when he had requested that you remain in Kattegat. To protect the people, he explained to you. Being aware that Ivar trusted you with his people made your heart swell with pride. Nevertheless, when word began to spread about Ivar's capture, people panicked. They trusted you. That didn't mean they never wanted their fearless leader to return. 

You didn't have to think for a single moment what to do. You were going to sail to England. Then you were going to wreak havoc among their lands. You were going to cut down anyone who stood in your path. Stood in your way from getting your beloved back.

As men and women began to prepare for travel, the people knew. You and Ivar had been together long enough for people to be aware of how dangerous you could be. The people often spoke of your heart. How you'd be the one to do anything for anyone if they needed aid they would come to you. If they needed a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen, you would make time for anyone. 

On the other hand, the people understood clearly not to annoy you. To not become your enemy, you had a temper to rival that of your lovers. They've seen you slit a man's throat for speaking ill will about Ivar before. They've seen you threaten and harm anyone who comes in your way. 

Separately either one of you was dangerous enough. On a bad day, the two of you were on an impenetrable force of nature. Stories have been told throughout the lands that people often have prayed to God's that you'd be in a good mood whenever they're dealing with an angry Ivar. 

You stand while the boat swifts along the sea like woven silk. Every row brought you closer to your beloved. The men worked tirelessly for their mightly ruler. Odin would surely bless them for such loyalty. You looked out at the vast sees almost impatiently. Unbeknownst to you, you were being watched by Hvitserk.

Hvitserk examined your posture. Despite your sail being in its early stages, you were still ready and looking for a fight. Hvitserk had seen Ivar with several women before. None were like you. You were not afraid to stand up against Ivar when you needed too. You were not afraid to stand your ground and fight. One of the things that Hvitserk admired and loved about you, the way you loved Ivar for who he was. You've been there every time he's broken another bone. You sit there and comfort him when he's in agony. When he's angry and almost intolerable to deal with. You've been nothing but kind and patient to him. Hvitserk is positive that the love between you is true love. Like his Mother told him, the truest emotion he can feel.

Hvitserk approached you cautiously. Being aware of your current state of mind, he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder to alert you of his presence. He can only imagine what you're currently thinking. You're undoubtedly thinking about cutting down every Saxon that comes in your path. 

"We're going to get him back! We'll kill any Saxon that gets in our path." You turned to glance at him, your gaze softened towards him.

"Do you think he knows we're coming for him?" You questioned, looking at the vast ocean spread out in front of you.

"I do! He knows your coming. I've never expressed this before to you. You're good for Ivar. He's learning to control his temper, make better choices” 

Gaining at least one of Ragnar's son's respect and acceptance filled your heart with pride. When you were young, you often watched the way Ragnar Lothbrook commanded a room. Ragnar never had to speak much his presence alone could speak volumes. You often wondered if you would have gotten Ragnar's approval.

"I will kill them all! Anyone who stands in my Hvitserk. I will burn their buildings to the ground if I have too. I'll cut anyone with my sword who stares to stand in my way." Hvitserk placed a tender hand on your shoulder. He believed you. Every word you spoke passionately. The Saxons had no idea who they had caused problems with.

The voyage lasted for many weeks and days. Ivar's current predicament never left your mind for a single second. The images of him being tortured smothered your mind like a dark cloud. You were aware that they would want him to plead and beg for death. You imagined groups of Saxon's taking turns to torture Ivar. You had become aware that the Saxons loved to underestimate Ivar. All they observed was a cripple, but Ivar was so much more than that.

When you finally rescue him, he will tear down the city and make everyone pay for the crimes against him. Everyone will know that they underestimated him. They will learn to fear him and respect him. Then and only then will the two of you return home and enjoy the comforts only home can provide. They will be the ones who will be sorry. Sorry that they ever thought foolishly to mess with Ivar the Boneless and you.

The second that the ships landed on Saxon soil, everyone was on their battle stations. You had been gifted with enough time to contemplate the best plan. You had thought and thought about it until you were certain. A small group were going to remain to set up camp. Two large groups were going to tackle the Saxon army. Whilst they were completing their tasks, you were going to take down every Saxon in your path.

Storming the castle was quick and effective. You wondered if the Saxons were as smart as people made them out to be. The Saxons had never seen you raiding their lands. Perhaps they thought you needed time to regroup. They should have never underestimated you and the people that looked for Ivar's guidance daily.

Perhaps that's why you were relishing in their screams as they were cut down. Today the Saxons would know if they were going to pick a war with you, they would have to bring everything they had. You fought beside the most trusted of men and women the entire battle seemed unreal as your mind highlighted the castle and the castle alone.

Breaking the castle wall and getting over was the most difficult you were aware that the walls would have many weapons that you did not have at home.  Many of the vicious warriors that died would now be with many of their loved ones and fallen comrades in Vahalla. 

Perseverance was on your side as no-body gave up. Soon the large castle doors were broken down, and you were stepping into the Saxon castle.  You weren't greeted by many armed men or guards except a rather pathetic scrawny appearing King.

"I thought Saxon Kings were supposed to be intelligent. Leaving yourself defenceless whilst your armed guards were out there protecting your lands. Pathetic. My beloved often speaks of stories that his late Father Ragnar Lothbrook told him of a King Ecbert. A smart man, a wise man who would sit down and have conversations about serious subjects. I thought I'd be facing a King of his magnitude."

"Do you think that I've given in? A woman coming into my castle believing she can take my prisoner. Now that I have both of you I'll make you both suffer." Your patience was wearing thin, especially now that you stepped closer to your beloved Ivar. This pathetic excuse for a King believed he dared to challenge you. One of the several things that you had in common with Ivar, you didn't appreciate being threatened all too much.

"Never threaten me! Never insult women in my presence do you understand!? Our people see the worth of women who are trained to fight in combat! You, on the other hand, see us as weak creatures, but you are wrong! We are as good as men. Take him back to camp! I'll deal with this Saxon when we've rescued Ivar. Here's something to think about King, whatever you've told your men to do to Ivar is going to be nothing then what happens to you!"

It didn't take a second for the man to beg and plead for his life. You shrugged whilst he screamed as the men took him away. You'd deal with him later, or a few days or maybe a few months from now. Now it was your turn to apply mental and physical torment.

Locating the dungeon where you knew Ivar was being kept was simple enough. The large iron gates gave it away. An entryway with a speck of glass gave you a glimpse of your current state. You were covered in the blood of your enemies, blood on your sword, blood on your shield. From head to toe.

The others began to release the prisoners who were locked inside the Dungeon walls. You didn't care who they were you just hoped they would cause the people grief and disparity when they stepped out onto their lands again. The very last door at the end of the hall was your last choice.

You halted at the door, hoping that behind this wooden door, the man who you had travelled all of this way to collect was right there. Looking through the metal bars on the door, you saw the face you had been dying to see.

"Break it down!" The men were quick to break down the locks. The second the door flung open you burst through, on your knees kneeling in-front of Ivar. If it wasn't for his signature electric blue eyes, you would have hardly recognised him. His body was beaten up, bloodied and bruised. His frail hand reached out in-front to take yours in his own.

"It's okay Ivar I'm here." His frail hand reached up to touch your face, the callouses on his face did nothing to deter the warmth that swarmed your body. A touch that only Ivar could provide you with. Leaning into his touch, you pressed a gentle kiss onto his palm. The entire time your eyes never once left each other

“Gods must have sent you as a gift to me” Your eyes glossed over. For many weeks you'd imagined hearing Ivar's voice. You'd also feared that perhaps you'd been too late and he was already dead. However, the Gods had blessed you more time with the man you loved so dearly. A single tear escaped down your cheek and more threatened to revolt against you, however, Ivar was already wiping them away. 

"We have to go!" You nodded, giving the men the go-ahead to continue with what you had already planned. You weren't stupid you knew that the Saxons would have destroyed Ivar's braces the second they beat him. Without those you couldn't fathom which pain was worse; The breaking of bones or people attempting to break someone's spirit.

Ivar observed you intently through clouded eyes. The way you fought, it was almost as if you were dancing. Each movement was fluid like your body knew what to do every time. Ivar had meant what he said to you earlier. You were brought to him by God's. You were the perfect balance of strong-willed and delicate. You had been there every time he broke a bone or decided to go to war with someone. You stood beside him no matter what, you weren't afraid to give him your honest opinion about whatever he was facing. Even when most tried to give him space, you were there to voice a reason for him when he needed it.

Before Ivar had been taken, he'd been contemplating something. He wanted to make your relationship official. He wanted you to be his wife, and in return be your husband. The wife that one day he would settle down with and have many heirs. Most men desired to have only boys, however, Ivar wanted to have a daughter one day. A Daughter who would be as bold and brilliant as her Mother. But for now, the two of you would conquer lands together so the two of you could solidify a future for your children and one day grandchildren.

When enough conquering was done, he planned to whisk you away to the woods, somewhere private and excluded where no one would bother either of you. The two of you would lay in warm furs until you're first of many heirs was safely in your womb.

Ivar watched on as you yelled for everyone to retreat. As everyone treated back to camp, Ivar just watched on in amazement. The camp was pretty basic, a couple of tents, a large warm fire to keep everyone shielded away from the cold. The largest tent located far enough away there would be no interruption if they desired it.

The man laid Ivar gently onto the warm furs that you had purposely put there. It was your turn to take over as you gently began to remove the torn clothing away from his body to identify each injury on his body. Each bruise and cut furthered your need for vengeance. Your body trembled so much you stood up once more to kill every last Saxon that walked upon this land. 

"Stop, you've done enough fighting for today. We will work out another way to get revenge on the Saxons. Send them a message they will never forget. Beside's do you want me laying on our furs dirty all night?" You called out for a bath, knowing someone would be close enough to hear your request. You pulled off the initial parts of your clothing whilst you waited. 

Moments later, several Thralls brought in a large tub filled with warm water. Thralls had no shame when it came to Ivar so when they began to stare at Ivar's chest intently your jealously reached boiling point. "Did I instruct you to look at him? Get out!" You blocked Ivar from their view as they suddenly scattered out.

Slowly you began to undress Ivar, removing all of the dirt and the dried blood away from him. A familiarity hit you, as you helped him up and off of the furs directly towards the bath that's steam rose from the water. Slowly, you aided Ivar into the bath everything would have been easier if he had his crutches at least. Taking hold of the sponge, you dipped it into the water before getting rid of the excess water.

"Don't...I need you." Ivar's whisper of a voice broke your determination to remove every last grain of Saxon soil off of him.

Stripping off the remainder of your clothes, you stepped into the tub leaning close to Ivar. The skin and skin contact gave you the final piece of evidence that you desired to prove that nothing and no one could hurt you both now.

"You know when I was captured, all I did was dream of you?"

"You dreamed of me?" You turned your head to glance at Ivar suddenly curious as what he was dreaming about while the two of you were apart. Ivar was unfazed by your reaction as he proceeded to run his hands up and down your arms.

"I dreamed of what I should have told you before I went away. I should have told you that I have seen our future together. It includes further raiding of lands we've yet to discover. One day we shall have many children together, hopefully, a mixture of Sons and Daughters to continue our legacy together. There is something that I'd like to ask you. How would you feel about becoming my wife?" Looking up at him in shock, quickly turning and straddling his lap as carefully as you can. You didn't want Ivar to experience any more pain especially in his legs, but it didn't seem to matter to him as he pulled you closer forcing you to settle on his lap. Ivar leans up placing a chaste kiss on your neck, pawing at your sides.

"Are you serious?"

"Why would I not be? Especially after today. You crossed an ocean and rough seas to come to my aid when I needed help. From this day until my last I am going to give you everything you could desire and more. You will never want for anything, I promise you. So what do you say, do you wish to make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?" You nod in happiness as you wrap your hands around his neck loosely resting your heads together.

The two of them laid relaxing in the bath, nothing could bother them, there were no Saxon's trying to kill them nor was anyone attempting to bother them. Ivar was kissing any body part that he could reach he didn't care he wanted to smother your body in his scent and his kisses.

"Why did you not want me to leave earlier?" You question him. He never minded when you went away to fight longer as long as he knew where he was.

"I did not want you to leave." Ivar turned your head slowly as if you were made of glass, before kissing you chastely letting his actions do the talking rather than his words.

“Can you sleep without me in a bed?” You jest as Ivar's eyebrow perks up as he slowly and purposely begins to kiss your neck. Ivar shakes his head as a response.

"Why should I have too, when you are to be my wife?" You snuggled into Ivar's chest listening to the steady rhythm of his heart until the water surrounding you ran cold.