#ivar x emer

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1. Of the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite and why? 2. Which scene was your favorite to write in The Fox and The Maiden Fair?3. Which part of The Sea Wolves was hardest to write?

1. Of the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite and why? 

It’s impossible to pick just one. I would say that I love The Saxon Rose and The Ouroboros because it’s one of my first stories for Vikings fandom and also because I wanted to write Blaeja and Sigurd since he was born in season 2. 

The Fox and The Maiden Fair is my first for Ivar’s Heathen Army and my interpretation of what could have happened in Ireland during Ivar’s life. I really need to go back to this one when I have free time.

Ebb Tide is special because I love Selkies and I knew I would write about them one day. Then History Channel released that promo video of Ivar washing his bloody face in that lake and @goldentailedmermaids wrote Lurking In The Abyss and inspired me as usual.

I would say The Enemy’s Daughter is the realization I betrayed Sigurd for Ivar, being capable to write his Blaeja as Ivar’s wife instead, muahahaha. Another story that I need to go back soon. The way I intend to finish this one is another explanation for Ivar’s nickname. *evil laughter*

Last but never least… The Sea Wolves/Alpha and Omega: I believe the characters changed through their journey and it’s a topic I wanted to explore, but was afraid to be disrespectful with rape victims. 

2. Which scene was your favorite to write in The Fox and The Maiden Fair?

When the slow burn was over, muahahahaha. 

3. Which part of The Sea Wolves was hardest to write?

The first chapter was one of the hardest because it was the first time I wrote about sexual violence and I wanted to be sensitive, considering the victim’s perspective, without making it unbearable for those who enjoy rape fantasy stories.

The childbirth scene was painful as well. Even though, I started the story with this ending in mind, when I sat to write it, I cried and had to stop many times because I was afraid it was too much for Moyra to endure in both endings.

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I'll make you scream

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2gPmIK3

by CeridwenofWales

This one shot takes place during a Halloween party at Hvitserk's house. Ivar and Emer are dating for some months, what explains how comfortable they are around each other and his family. It's my contribution to Halloween party from @dani-si and @dangerousvikings on Tumblr. Follow the ladies! They are awesome.

Words: 1123, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Ivar x Ubbe, Ivar x Hvitserk, Ivar (Vikings)/Original Female Character(s), Ivar (Vikings)/Original Character(s), Ivar & Ubbe (Vikings), Hvitserk/Ivar (Vikings), Ivar/Ubbe (Vikings)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2gPmIK3

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Olaf keeps watching me warily during the meal. I don’t know if I should be grateful or afraid of his silence. I wish Ivar was by my side, so I could understand this stranger and his intentions. I will have to guide myself in the dark, using only my instinct.

“How is married life? I find it strange that your father agreed to marry you and then marched against us.” He tilts his head, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“We are happy despite Máel’s treachery…” I hold my chin high, looking directly into his brown eyes.

“Máel and not father?” He scoffs, interrupting me and I feel blood rushing to my face. I wish he had stayed in Alba. I keep my hands folded in my lap, under the table, trying not to slap the smirk from his lips.

“How can I still call him father when my husband lays wounded in our bed because of him?” I say through clenched teeth. The thought of Ivar never waking up terrifies me and I feel my throat tightening.

“It seems you love him and is loyal. He is a lucky man.” Olaf smiles, placing his hand on his heart as if he is being genuine in his admiration.

“Why are you here after all this time?” I ask, tired of pleasantries and going straight to the point.

“As you must know, I share the command of Dublin with Ivar,” he stares at me, thoughtfully, “I've been raiding and now I'm here to know how Ivar has been ruling our stronghold.” Something about the way he pronounces the words makes me uneasy.

What if he thinks Ivar has been an ineffective ruler?

“How long are you staying with us?” I take a sip of my mead, watching him over the rim of my cup.

“My intention was only to replenish the ships and sail farther… to the East,” his eyes shine with what I suppose is the excitement for new lands, “but now that I see I'm needed here, I'll stay a little more.” Olaf holds his cup against his lips, raising his eyebrows at me.

I try not to show my frustration and fear, “That's good! We will need all hands. And besides…” I avert my eyes, curling my fingers into fists on the table.

“You can trust me!” he places his hand over mine, interrupting my thoughts and I feel embarrassed at his sudden touch.

“We will need warriors.” I recoil my hand from his, folding my fingers in my lap.

“Why?” if he noticed my discomfort, his expression doesn't give away.

“Máel will take advantage of the defeat and strike again as we recover. He won't show mercy,” the thought of a siege sends shivers down my spine, “he might be marching as we speak.”

Olaf smirks, clearly thirsty for a battle, “Let him come!”

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8. Which came first, the title or the fic The Fox and The Maiden Fair?

The story came first. But I thought about the title after seeing a picture of a redheaded woman holding a fox and then I couldn’t help thinking Ivar could be as cunning as a fox, yet the apparently naive maiden could be a trickster as well.

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moodboard by @inthenameofodin. Thanks babe. :)

It has been like ages and I am almost tearing out my hair in worry. I can only live my days as my world is not falling apart. I walk through my routine as a caged animal, it’s all I can do as news of Ivar's advances against my father do not come. Every time, I am alone in our chambers, I kneel to pray until tears wash over my face. Sorcha prays with me sometimes and I know she is thinking about Gunnar. How terrible is to long for someone you can’t reach. How terrible is to taste happiness only to be taken away.

We are preparing the dagmál when a horseman arrives with news. I run as fast as my legs can carry me.

“Ivar was defeated!” Erik dismounts and comes closer to me. He is breathing heavily and sweating on the verge of collapsing at my feet because of the exhaustion. I imagine his effort to arrive before the army and allow us time to prepare. I just don’t know for what.

I feel my heart skipping a beat and my knees are trembling. I do not care if Ivar was defeated. I must know if he is alive. With Sorcha’s help, I hold Erick, bringing him to the hall so his wounds can be tended to. I order everyone to help with food and warn any healer I know to be ready. I do not know the extent of the defeat and the wounded will need all the help to survive for another battle. I am sure I will live this nightmare many times.

While Sorcha runs to bring the man some food, I ask him about the battle, “Did you see Ivar? Is he alive?”

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My contribution to Halloween with @dani-si and @dangerousvikings. Thanks for the invitation, I had so much fun writing this. I hope you will like it. I used Emer and Ivar from my modern AU: A Grumpy Costumer.

Ivar hated parties. Especially Halloween parties. Everyone wearing dumb costumes and trying to scare the others. Not to mention the kids knocking at the door asking for candies.

What kind of parents allow their children to get candy from strangers? Ivar thinks with himself watching Emer driving. As much as he likes to be in charge, there is something about watching her driving that is so intriguing. Such an independent woman choosing to be with him never cease to amaze him. He wondered if she would share his opinion about children staying at home during Halloween, watching Tim Burton’s movies and eating popcorn. He hoped she wanted the same.

“What are you thinking?” Emer looks at him with a sweet smile.

His hand goes to her thigh and Emer gasps, “I’m thinking about how much I would like to be at home, instead of going to another of Hvitserk’s stupid parties. We could have so much fun…” He groans running his finger across the skin between Emer’s leg and the edge of her lace panties.

“Stop it or we might crash!” Emer yells slapping his hand away.

Ivar lets out a heavy breath seeing they are close to his brother’s house.

Ubbe is the first one to greet them, “Hello, Little Red Riding Hood! I’m so happy you managed to bring Ivar, Emer.”

“Good to see you too, Eric fucking Northman,” Ubbe and Ivar gasp in shock, “What? If you want to mention the man you must do it properly. Anyway, I had to use my convincing skills to bring him.” Emer laughs embracing Ubbe.

“It’s more like persuasion,” Ivar complains, making Ubbe laugh.

“Where are your brothers?” Emer asks.

“Hvitserk is mysterious with his costume and Sigurd is late.”

“Why that doesn’t surprise me?” Ivar points out sarcastically.

“Why are you still with him?” Ubbe shakes his head.

“Because he is so cute when he pouts.” Emer leans down to kiss his lips.

“I’m not cute.” Ivar barks.

“Did he just bark?” Ubbe chuckles.

“Yes. He is not domesticated yet. That’s why I suggested he should be the wolf, but he said he would never wear… What did you say, love?” Emer looks at Ivar, “Ah! Stupid costume. He mentioned something about other men trying to see what was inside the basket as well…” Emer winks.

“I see.” Ubbe tries to hide his laughter.

“Emer! I don’t need to wear a costume to be the scariest here.” Ivar shouts.

“Oh, baby. You’re funny, not scary at all.” Emer sits on his lap kissing his cheek.

“But I sure can make you scream.” Ivar whispers and his hot breath against her ear makes Emer squirm.

“If you say so.” Emer shakes her shoulders.

“Is it a challenge?” Ivar’s hands start teasing the delicate skin of her arm.

“I think I’ll leave you two alone.” Ubbe turns to leave.

“What if it’s a challenge?” she takes a deep breath while her fingers are caressing Ivar’s lips.

“I never lose a bet, sweetheart.” He holds her wrist and bites her fingers lightly.

I’m counting on it. She thinks, trembling in anticipation.

“As I found out you watched True Blood, we can go home and watch, or I can do bad things to you,” Ivar mutters making Emer rolls her eyes.

“I know, Mr. Gangster. Watching series, hmm? Are you flirting with me?” she draws lazy circles on his chest.

“No. I really want to watch the show…” her jaw drops and Ivar laughs, “I’m just kidding. I want to enjoy our free time alone.” He pouts and Emer cups his face.

“I promise we will get home soon…” She presses her lips to his forehead.

“Promises.” Ivar curses under his breath and Emer sighs rising to her feet.

“Where are you going?” Ivar looks up with wide eyes.

“I’ll take a drink. It seems that I must be drunk to handle your mood tonight.” Emer whispers.

“Rude.” Ivar hisses.

“Grumpy.”

“Let’s go outside! I need fresh air.” Ivar is insisting for the third time and Emer gives up.

“Fine.”

Ivar takes her hand leading Emer to the garden.

“I know you don’t like crowds and I really appreciate your effort to come to Hvitserk’s party. It’s not that bad, isn’t it?” Emer cradles his face with her hands making Ivar smile.

“No, it’s not that bad when I get to see, smell and devour the Red Riding Hood.” He slaps her butt making Emer jump on his lap.

“Should I be afraid?” Emer looks up at him through her eyelashes while running her fingers on his jaw.

“It depends If you still doubt I can make you scream.” Ivar gives her waist a squeeze.

Emer gulps enjoying the teasing and hoping he means to stay true to his threat, “Hmm! You can try, right?” she bites on her lower lip.

“And people insist to blame the wolf.” Ivar groans making Emer giggle.

She relaxes against his chest until a honeyed voice echoes, “What a delicious meal.”

Emer lifts her head from Ivar’s shoulder, “Ivar!”

Ivar can feel she is trembling, “It must be someone trying to scare us.” His fingers stroking her cheek.

“Well, it’s working.” She turns her face to check where the voice is coming from.

“Why are you afraid, little girl? Don’t you want to float with me?” The voice comes from behind a tree and a clown jumps making Emer scream as Ivar never thought she was capable of.

“IVAR!”

Ivar drives his wheelchair to the safety of the house whispering, “You know Pennywise is not real, right?”

“Of course, but serial killers are. We must call the police.” Emer shouts making Ivar burst into laughter.

Ubbe hears the commotion and comes closer, “What happened?”

“A clown, a freaking clown threatening to hurt us.” Emer is crying now and grabbing Ivar’s shirt as if her life depended on it.

“It was me, Emer.” She hears Hvitserk’s voice, but regrets looking up, “Well, I’m Pennywise the Dancing Clown.” He shimmies his shoulders and the bells from his costume ring.

“Stop it, Hvitserk!” Ubbe scolds him.

“I’m sorry! We didn’t know you would be so terrified…” Hvitserk tries to apologize and Emer interrupts him.

“We?” she straightens her eyes to look at Ivar.

“You should have seen your face,” Ivar’s laughter dies on his lips, “I’m sorry, love. But you must admit that I’ve made you scream…” Ivar grins.

“Unbelievable!”  Emer slaps his chest rising to her feet, “Technically Hvitserk made me scream. Not you…”

“I’ve made Ivar’s girlfriend scream.” Hvitserk laughs and Emer slaps his head.

Ivar glares at Hvitserk, “Well, you screamed my name…”

“Oh, Ivar! When will you admit the defeat?” Emer lifts her hand to her forehead.

“Never!”

[ceridwenofwales]

I know it’s been a long time. But as I intend to use this modern AU as the setting to my Halloween prompt, I decided to revise a chapter that has been on my computer for ages. I missed writing Emer and Ivar. 

Tagging @anniemar and @underthenorthstar because it seems they like Emer. ^^

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The annoying clock announced it was time for her to wake up for her first day at work. Emer was so anxious to prove herself.

  Why it must be today?

  The warmth of the body pressed against her back and a strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist were making it difficult to leave the bed. His steady breath against her neck was making her skin tingle pleasantly. She turned her head to look at his sleeping face. Ivar looked so relaxed and Emer wished she could see more of his new side. Of course they were used to talk when he followed her to the bus stop. But it was always about her. He revealed so little about himself. Emer knew his tastes in music, food and literature. But the important questions remained unanswered.

  What are his dreams? Does he have siblings? Where does he live? What does he do for a living?

  Emer held his hand carefully freeing herself from his grip. Ivar moved a little, but was still sound asleep.

  She kept looking at his parted lips for a few moments, winning the challenge not to awake him with kisses that promised more.

  We will have time for this. Not today. I waited some months and I can hold on a little more. She pondered and headed to the shower.

   The warm water traveling through her body was a remind of what happened the night before.

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Sneak Peek The Fox and The Maiden Fair: Aftermath

The latest chapter is here.

I want to lie down holding his hand forever, afraid that even the slightest move can make Ivar fade away. But I have a duty, as his Queen, I must look after the people while he is incapacitated. It would be easy to send slaves and servants to help with the wounded warriors, but the people must see they still have leadership, feel that Ivar’s presence is still around through me. The people must see they can rely on us or they will look the other way. I must protect Ivar’s legacy.

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Sneak Peek of I’ll make you scream

I’ll wait for the sisters’s help to decide their costumes, so this preview might change. You can help me to pick a costume for them here.

Summary: Ivar is convinced to go to Hvitserk’s Halloween party and, as usual, he is not happy about it. 

“You’re funny, not scary at all”

“But I sure can make you scream.”

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“I see.” Ubbe tries to hide his laughter and Ivar practically barks.

 “Did he just bark at me?” Ubbe raises his eyebrows.

 “Yes. He is not domesticated yet. That’s why I suggested he should wear the wolf costume and I would be Little Red Hiding Hood. But he mentioned something about other men trying to see what was inside the basket…” Emer winks and Ubbe gasps in embarrassment.

 “Emer!” Ivar shouts.

 “Where are your brothers?” Emer asks trying to change the subject.

“Hvitserk is mysterious with his costume and Sigurd is late.”

 “Why that doesn’t surprise me?” Ivar points out sarcastically.

 “Why are you still with him?” Ubbe shakes his head.

 “Because he is so cute when he pouts.” Emer leans down to kiss his lips.

 “I’m not cute.” Ivar growls.

 “You’re right. You’re funny, not scary at all” Emer sits on his lap kissing his cheek.

 “But I sure can make you scream.” Ivar whispers and his hot breath against her ear makes Emer squirm.

 “I think I’ll leave you two alone.” Ubbe turns to leave.

 “I’d rather being at home watching the new season of Stranger Things.” Ivar mutters once more and Emer rolls her eyes for the thirteenth time in the last thirty minutes.

 “I know, Mr. Gangster. I promise we will get home soon…” She press her lips to his forehead.

 “Promises.” Ivar curses under his breath and Emer sighs rising to her feet.

 “Where are you going?” Ivar looks up with wide eyes.

 “I’ll take a drink. It seems that I must be drunk to handle your mood tonight.” Emer whispers.

 “Rude.” Ivar hisses.

 “Grumpy.” Emer smirks making his jaw drop.

[ceridwenofwales]

I just read your Christmas fanfic and it's giving me so many feels. It's so good to see Emer and Ivar interacting with his family. The hot scene was so on point as we can notice Ivar feels secure to be dominant. Really dominant. I could highlight every line you wrote for their sex scene as the epitome of a connected couple enjoying a good sex life. I'm still flustered. Damn girl.

I’m sooooo happy you liked this piece. Especially the sex scene because I confess that is still a territory I’m a little afraid to explore. After more than a year of relationship, Ivar is sure about what he wants and their feelings. The dinner was embarassing as family dinners usually are, right? Hahahaha. I wish I could write more about these two. ^^

Thanks for the feedback.

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Sneak Peek: The Grinch and The Elf

I hope I’ll finish this piece tonight. I’m so excited with another writing challenge! Thanks to @dani-si and @dangerousvikings for another amazing idea.

“I can’t believe you dragged me to the supermarket. The things you make me do…” He curses under his breath once more and I roll my eyes.

 “What about the things I let you do to me, hmm?” I interrupt him wrapping my arms around his waist.

 “Will I get a reward to follow you here?” He glances over his shoulders with a smirk and I lick my lips feeling the usual throbbing between my thighs.

 “Maybe…” I shrug and Ivar glares at me, “if you behave during the dinner with your family.” Raising an eyebrow, I tilt my head at him.

 “Bad behavior is a behavior anyway. I never said I was the nice guy.” He winks at me turning around to hold me with his free arm. I purse my lips and shake my head.

 “Please! Don’t start a fight with Sigurd. It’s the first Christmas reunion we will host. I don’t want to give your mother a bad impression. She can be intimidating you know.”

 There is a calming sensation when his strong arm is around me, pulling me close to his chest. I close my eyes, leaning into the warmth that his closeness provides. A shiver runs down my spine as he began to place gentle butterfly kisses down my neck. “Are you afraid my mother doesn’t approve of our relationship?“ The muffled vibration of his words against my skin sends tremors through my core. I can only nod at his question, “She loves you, but she will play it cool for some time.” I look up at him throwing my arms around his neck. We keep our eyes locked for what looks like ages until a costumer almost hit us with his shopping cart. I frown and Ivar laughs.

 “What is so funny?” I slap his chest playfully.

 “It seems I’m not the only one with a bad temper after all. Let’s end this for once. Here is the list of things we will need.” He reaches inside of his jeans’ pocket, retrieving a folded piece of paper and I gasp that he planned everything, even if he has been complaining all the way from our apartment to the supermarket, “What? Did you really think I would leave home unprepared? I’m not a beginner, love.” My mouth is still hanging open when he smacks my butt making me jump.

 “IVAR.” I look around hoping no one noticed his actions.

  “Emer.” He grins, and I sigh defeated.

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Last Sentence Meme

I was tagged by @tiyetiye, @ivartheboneme, @violetsonthelam and @ivars-heathen. Thanks, girls! ❤

From The Fox and The Maiden Fair:

I kneel to pray until tears wash over my face. Sorcha prays with me and I know she is thinking about Gunnar. How terrible is to long for someone you cannot reach? How horrifying is to taste happiness only to be taken away?

I'll tag @underthenorthstar, @ivartheboneme, @wanderingsorceress27, @pokeasleepingsmaug, @ourashesofroses, @goldentailedmermaids and @lostinthoughtsandfeelings. No pressure!