#ivar x moyra

[ceridwenofwales]

I hope you haven't stopped completing the writing.

This is frustrating every time I look for a new update

If you have been bored

please just say that

I mean a sequel

Alpha and Omega:

As a reader, I completely understand the frustration of waiting years (literally) for an update.

As a writer, it's just a combination of real life challenges and lack of inspiration, not boredom. I have a timeline of events planned for the story, but it's difficult to find energy and inspiration to fill in the holes of the almost written chapter.

I still have the intention of adding more chapters to Alpha and Omega, but I won't give a deadline anymore as life throws some curve balls at us.

[ceridwenofwales]

Can I know the ages of the characters?

I feel that Moyra is a teenager🤗

Considering the era in which the story takes place, Moyra could be considered a teenager by today's standards indeed. At the start of the story she is 16.

[ceridwenofwales]

I wanted to ask you

how old are Ivar, Moyra and Oppa

Thanks for the ask. It's been such a long time since I updated the story that I'm always pleasantly surprised whenever I get questions about it.

Moyra is around 16 when her village is raided, Ivar is 27 and I'm not sure, but I suppose you're asking about Ivar's brother's age. If not, please let me know :)

I picture Ubbe as 23.

[ceridwenofwales]

heyyy!! i just read the sea wolves and it kept me up all night i couldn’t put it down. you are so talented! i’m obsessed im going to go through the rest of your stories now. why did you give up on the sequel tho? 😩 would you consider continue it? i really wanted to see them fall in love, the feelsss the pining her realising she has feelings for ivar maybe getting jealous etc etc. anyways, i just wanted to say that you r great! 😘

The Sea Wolves is definitely my top story. I'm so glad you enjoyed it! The timeline I was working on involved not only the sequel (Alpha and Omega), but also a 3rd and final part. Life has been hectic, but I intend to at least finish the sequel. Thanks for reaching out and for the lovely words. It's reassuring!💗

[ceridwenofwales]

Will Hevizirk be in Alpha and Omega

Hello!

I'm so sorry for the delayed reply. I intend to bring him back indeed. He has an important role to play in the story.

[ceridwenofwales]

please give ivar and moyra an ending i need closure with this story 😩🥺

I know it's been too long without closure and maybe (alongside with the rollercoaster from real life) I'm kinda scared to finish it. I intend to get back to them eventually. 💗

[ceridwenofwales]

Hello how are you❤ Is the Alba and Omega story still going on?

Hello! I'm fine, thanks! Hope everything is well with you too.

The story isn't finished yet. I have the next chapter almost finished for more than a year. Life has been a rollercoaster between covid, changing jobs, autoimmune disease... I'm really sorry for the lack of updates. I intend to get back at some point. Thanks for reaching out!🥰😘

[ceridwenofwales]

Kiss 39 for Ivar and Moyra 😭

I’m so sorry that took me so long to write your request. I need to reconnect with Moyra and that prompt list was a perfect way. Thanks!

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

50 types of kisses prompt list

The heavy rain was not enough to muffle their son’s sobs. The fear Sigtrygg was still not strong enough to survive the fever was almost palpable. Ivar’s throat was clenching at the sight of Moyra rocking the crying baby in her arms.

Ivar wished to be able to fight this fever on his son’s behalf. Ivar had realized loving was being forever changed by fear of loss. He knew that absence tormented and shaped the two of them. His only natural response to vulnerability has always been violence, but now he needed to be better. He could not bear watching as Sigtrygg and Moyra suffered.

“My brother…” if his eyes were not fixed on them, Ivar would have thought it was the wind whispering, but he saw her chin trembling as Moyra hesitated. He could feel she had always avoid speaking of the past, but Ivar could not say if she wanted to avoid the memories of a happier life or if her reluctance was caused by fear that turning her thoughts into words would make it real.

“Sigtrygg will get better. I will make sure of it,” Ivar pledged, walking to the door.

Even if I must wage war on the Gods!

“Where are you going?” it never ceased to amaze him how he could sense every nuance in her voice – fear, anger, betrayal, pain.

He walked back to where Moyra was standing, holding Sigtrygg close to her chest. The baby was now whimpering, and Ivar leaned down to kiss his forehead. The tears ran in torrential streams down her cheeks and her voice broke, “Where will you go, Ivar?”

“I will fetch Ingrid,” Ivar dared to cup her cheek and was surprised Moyra did not flinch at his touch. He leaned down, nuzzling his nose into her hair and kissing her teary eyelids.

“It is raining,” Ivar could feel her warm breath against his neck as she stammered. It would be easy to believe she was worried about him, but he could not waste time with his selfish desires. He pulled back to see her face, wishing to replace the fear in her eyes for hope.

note: in one of Alpha and Omega’s chapters, Moyra mentions her brother died of a fever before Ivar invaded her village and captured her.

Tag: @lostinthoughtsandfeelings, @naaladareia, @inforapound, @oqueequesentes-borboletas, @pokeasleepingsmaug, @synnersaint, @grungyblonde @skadithegoddess, @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme, @ultra-nina-bella, @dina-m16, @laketaj24, @fumblingthroughchaos, @tiyetiye...

I know it’s been a long time since I wrote something for these two (or any other character to be true), so I want to thank everyone who is still bearing with me. I didn’t even know who to tag, so I hope I’m not bothering anyone. If you wish to be added or removed from the tag list, feel free to message me. I promise I won’t get upset! 

To those who are not familiar with the story, check The Sea Wolves and the sequel Alpha and Omega.

[ceridwenofwales]

Did you see the new picture of Moyra?

OMG! She looks so beautiful! 💗

[ceridwenofwales]

Summary: Moyra and Ivar think about their journey in the aftermath of their fight while Ubbe and Asa try to think of the best way to intervene.

PS: I know it’s been almost a year since the last chapter and I apologize for that. I was facing a conflict about some scenes and decided to use them in the next chapter. I appreciate the patience and support you all have been demonstrating. Please, let me know your thoughts on this chapter! I don’t even know who to tag anymore. I’m sorry again if I forget to tag anyone.

The pendant hanging around his neck should feel foreigner, but for some reason, it didn’t. It was not Thor’s hammer protecting him and instead of swinging a sword he held a spear, looking down at the crystalline water and waiting patiently for the right moment to plunge the sharp spear into a fish that would be their evening meal.

His gaze moved to the meadow on side farthest from the riverbanks where his daughter squealed in delight, chasing the butterflies. The grass was low and there were wildflowers blooming. Ivar noticed he was not the only one watching the little girl. From his bed, he had watched Moyra braiding her hair that morning and now the gentle Spring breeze was blowing loose strands around her face.

Their son’s giggles attracted her attention and Ivar doubted his heart would ever cease to beat faster whenever she looked at him with a smile.

“Mama!”

The low whimper escaping their daughter’s lips made his heart skip a beat. His eyes widened at the sight of invaders charging at his daughter and wife.

Moyra’s scream was muffled by the clash of swords against shields and the pounding of their feet as they drew near to where Moyra was holding their daughter at the hip and too terrified to try to run.

Ivar sits on the bed, shivering as cold sweat makes his tunic cling to his torso. His eyes drag over her face and his heartbeat finally slows down when he sees Sigtrygg sleeping protected in her arms.

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[ceridwenofwales]

Summary:  Moyra struggles with conflicting emotions as they give a step closer to intimacy. Ivar is torn between hope and ambition.

Moyra was sitting with her back against the headboard, glancing from time to time to the door. The tingling sensation started tormenting her again - as if ants were crawling up her legs. She knew cramps would follow soon.

“I think Màiri is still cleaning the table,” Ivar whispered, wiping his face with a cloth.

Moyra nodded, considering rising to her feet to take the anointment for her legs and feet, but exhaustion held her back.

“I could help you.”

Moyra was fluffing her pillow when his offer startled her. She had noticed his interested gaze whenever Màiri massaged her legs and feet, but he has never tried to do it himself and Moyra wouldn’t expect so.

Ivar remained seated, seemingly calm, but Moyra noticed the way his jaw was twitching and wondered what he was thinking. Having her be carrying a farmer's child, would he offer to massage her feet? Moyra didn't have anyone to compare Ivar to and doubted she would ever have. She assented and Ivar shot to his feet and rushed to her, with the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

She felt her face heating up when he sat on the edge of the bed, fumbling with the covers to reach her feet.

“The ointment, Ivar,” Moyra muttered and bit her bottom lip when he glanced at her.

“I forgot!” Ivar chuckled and stumbled to the table, making Moyra smile at his obvious eagerness to please her. The baby moved and she cradled her belly.

“Can I?” Ivar tilted his head, motioning to her covered legs.

Moyra blinked, taken aback by his sudden hesitation. She studied his face, trying to determine if he truly cared about the answer. Ivar kept his eyes on her, but Moyra watched how he was fidgeting with the little bottle in his hands.

“Yes!”

Their fingers brushed as they reached for the covers at the same time and Moyra recoiled her hands, feeling her face heating up under Ivar’s gaze.

“I’m sorry!” Moyra stuttered, seeing how Ivar gulped and lowered his gaze. For some reason, seeing him sad at her reaction made her stomach clench with regret. She no longer wanted to be the cause of his misery. Moyra wished one day the first response of her body wouldn’t be to flinch from his touch.

“Do you want me to call Màiri?” Ivar glanced at her and Moyra could see how he was hanging on the thin line between hope and despair.

“No,” Moyra wondered if she sounded as exasperated as she felt, stretching both her feet onto his lap.

Ivar hesitated and Moyra knew he dreaded she would change her mind. She placed her hands over her belly, smiling to encourage him. He opened the little bottle, pouring the oil into one palm, and rubbed his hands together to warm them before touching her.

Moyra sighed and relaxed against the pillows when Ivar took her right foot in his warm hands. Her heart raced with the first stroke of his thumb across the arch of her foot. Moyra wanted to close her eyes as his surprisingly experienced fingers helped her to release the tension, but the desire to watch him was stronger. His brows were furrowed as he used his palm to help her blood flow from her toes up to the bridge of her foot. The tingling started dissipating when he drew circles over her ankles.

Moyra opened her mouth to protest when he left her ankle and gently squeezed her toes, but this touch ignited a new sort of tingling through her. Moyra swallowed, rubbing her thighs together.

“You’re tickling me!” Moyra tried to explain when he tilted his head at her.

Ivar started caressing her sole, going to the ball of her foot. The tickling sensation of his touch made her curl and wiggle her toes. Moyra bit her lips, trying not to laugh. Confusion was so plainly written on his face when he looked up at her that she couldn’t stop smiling.

Ivar moved his eyes to her feet, but Moyra saw he was amused as he kept making circles on her ankle. She felt her mouth suddenly dry when he started moving up to her calf, kneading the taut muscles until he reached the back of her knees. Moyra could feel the heat from his body as he moved closer and let out a shaky breath. When Ivar glanced up, he found her gripping the covers in a tight fist.

“I need water!” Moyra stammered, lifting both hands to her belly as the baby started kicking.

Moyra watched the way the muscles of his back moved as he walked to the table. His breathing was as ragged as hers when he poured water into a cup.

“I’m here!” Màiri exclaimed, entering the chamber.

Moyra gasped, startled by her sudden arrival. She didn’t know if she should be grateful for the interruption when Ivar handed her the cup and left in silence.

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[ceridwenofwales]

Does Moyra integrate any of her home country's customs into the way that she runs Ivar's household?

That's a really thoughtful question. Thank you so much!

Moyra could have never imagined her fate was to run a King's household, so I always try to show how she is not comfortable ordering slaves and servants. Especially when we think that, even though Ivar tries to treat her like a free woman, she is still a slave as well.

In the first chapters of The Sea Wolves she challenged Ivar's request that she wouldn't be involved in the heavier work and I had to go back to the story to show the little rebellion she could afford in her circumstances:

Her routine in captivity doesn't differ that much from the life on her family's farm. Except that Ivar gives instructions that she must be spared of the hard work. When Màiri tells her about his command, Moyra grins, crossing her arms under her chest.

"What does he think? That I'm a frail creature that must wait for him in bed with my legs wide open?" Moyra wants to laugh at the sight of Màiri's jaw dropping.

There is always an endless amount of work and she is resolute not to follow his orders and lie back as others serve her as if she were some lazy noble. She helps to sweep the floors, wash and change the bed linens, preserve the fruits and vegetables, and to brew ale and mead. Any spare time is spent spinning thread, weaving, sewing, patching, and embroidering clothes. Moyra always carries her spindle with her, so she can never be idle enough to think about her fate.

Moyra spends her days trying to stay as busy as possible. But when the sun begins to set the familiar knot in her lower belly comes as she helps Màiri to prepare the evening meal.

As the story progresses, Moyra is more involved in the cooking and weaving than the other chores. Ivar is especially fascinated when she is making bread. 😊

[ceridwenofwales]

Moyra and Ivar as wolves. Especially after the latest chapter of As The Shore Calls The Waves. I can't wait for the wedding night.

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I hope you had a sweet Christmas with your loved ones. Not to sound pushy, but any idea when we will get an update of Alpha and Omega. I really miss Moyra and her baby boy.

Thanks! I enjoyed some family time with food and games. I hope your Christmas has been great too. Now that I have free time again, I'm trying to reconnect with Moyra. I'll start writing from where I left soon. 💕

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I'm back to Tumblr life after months of craziness in real life and I wonder if you've updated Alpha and Omega in my absence. I can't find anything. Thanks!

That's so sweet! Thanks for reaching out. I don't know how long you've been away, but I updated Alpha and Omega in July. The post on Tumblr is here.

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Now I'm imagining Ingrid coming over to check on Moyra's health and asking, "Any particular or odd craving this week?" And Moyra blushing and stuttering as she thinks about Ivar, "No."

Poor Moyra! Trying to understand why she has been feeling this way. It's not helpful Ivar is hot, bathes often, brushes his hair... 🤣