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ivarswickedqueen · 4 years

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Paring: Hvitserk x reader World Account: 1666 Warnings: 18+, this story conteins smut, nothing too heavy or triggering I hope :)

"What the hell is going on?" You groaned when you heard a big fuss outside your house. You wanted to get up and find out what's happening but Hvitserk was holding you tightly against his chest, lightly snoring into your ear. You gently wiggled out of his grasp and walked to the window and opened the heavy windows. "What's going on, Blaeja?" you asked Sigurd’s wife who was just walking past your house, obviously scared. "Something terrible is happening Y/N. The Seer warned us that there is some terrible contagious disease in Kattegat, you must stay at home! We have to figure out who is infected and isolate them!! Stay inside your house and do not go outside!!" she yelled and ran towards hers and Sigurd's house. You frowned and closed the window. "Hvitserk!" you tried to wake up your husband gently but he just snored louder and continued dreaming about something funny because he was smiling in his sleep. "Hvit!!" you tried again and poked his arm less gently this time. He just mumbled something incoherent and kept sleeping. "Hvitserk!!" you shouted and slapped his arm and this time he woke up. "Good morning, beautiful" he immediately smiled and stretched his arms lazily, causing the furs to fall down, revealing his toned stomach and all the tattoos on his body. You were scared but you still had to bit your lip when you saw this marvelous Viking in front of you. “See something you like, my dearest wife?” he smirked, not waiting for your answer, grabbing you and pinning you underneath him on your huge bed full of furs. Before you had a chance to say a word his hungry mouth covered yours and he kissed you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth, rendering you silenced, his hand sliding lazily under your shirt, his big palm covering your naked breast, smirking against your lips when he felt that your nipples are already erect and ready for his needy touches. He flicked his thumb across your hard nipple, making you sigh in pleasure into the kiss. He quickly untied your shirt and exposed your naked breasts to his needy eyes. “So fucking perfect,” he mumbled and latched his mouth on to your right breast. “Hvitserk, listen!” you tried to talk with him, but your words came out as a long moan, when he closed his skillful lips around your nipple, sucking gently, tongue circling around the hard peak, while his hand found its way into your undergarment. “Hvitserk, please stop for a moment, something is happening outside, some dise… oh, gods” you whined when his fingers reached your clit and slowly started playing with it, while he bit your nipple playfully, earning another moan from your lips. “Hvit, this is serious! We need to talk, please!” you pleaded, but he seemed deaf to your pleas, and you started forgetting about the whole situation, when his two long fingers slid inside you. He groaned in appreciation when he felt how wet you are for him. “The only pleas I want to hear from your sweet mouth, are about the ways you want me to fuck you, my sweet wife! I don’t want to hear anything else! Do you understand?” he commanded while he made himself comfortable between your spread legs. He quickly tore apart your undergarments and you rolled your eyes with pleasure when you felt his hot mouth on your dripping pussy. He licked your slit from bottom to your clit, holding you down, because your hips bucked up on their own accord. “Fuck pet, you taste so sweet. This is my favorite breakfast!” he smirked and after that you stopped worrying about anything and enjoyed all the pleasure your husband offered to you. His lips landed at your soaked pussy, his tongue made circles on your clit, making you a moaning mess in seconds. Your hand reached down, your fingers grabbed his light brown hair, tugging at it harshly, scratching his scalp with your nails, cursing loudly, calling all the gods, shaking with all the pleasure from Hvitserk’s skilled mouth. He felt that you are so close to your climax so he slipped two fingers into your drenched pussy, and kept sucking your clit gently, your knees nearly suffocating him between your legs so he bit your clit gently, making you see stars, moaning his name loudly, you came hard on his tongue, making him smirk proudly, licking every single drop of your juices. He kissed his way back to your lips, kissing you lovingly, taking your hand into his, slowly putting it on his rock hard cock, whispering into your ear: “Can you feel it, my wife? Can you feel how hard your moans and whimpers made me? It hurts, beautiful!” he pouted and looked at you with high expectations in his eyes. “Hvitty, we really need to talk, there is serious danger outside our house!” you tried again, while you wrapped your hand around his cock tightly, stroking it slowly.

“I think that it can wait few more minutes Y/N,” he assured you while he kissed down your throat, his hands found your full breasts again and you felt his cock throbbed against your palm. It was pointless to argue with him right now. You started stroking him harder and faster, your thumb played with the head of his cock, making him groan against your skin, biting you lightly, whispering naughty words against your skin. You could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his release, but before you had a chance to quicken your strokes even more, he swatted your hand away and pinned you down on the bed. “I changed my mind, Y/N. I don’t want your hand, I want to be inside you when I cum, I want to coat your walls with my seed, I want a kid in this house. The Seer told me, that I will have more sons than my father so let’s start fulfilling prophecy…” he smirked wickedly and in an instant your pussy slickened with need. You already felt him at your entrance, slowly sliding into your still sensitive pussy. “Fuck, pet. So warm, so tight, so perfect,” he praised you and you blushed, still feeling so special when he was praising you, loving the feeling to be the one who he loves and praises so much. You wrapped you legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, kissing him hard curling your fingers around his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his skin almost draining blood, when he started pounding into you harder and faster. You yelled his named loudly when you both came at same time, breathing hard, lying on the furs in complete silence for a few minutes. Finally Hvitserk leaned on one elbow, ran his finger on your skin, drawing invisible patterns on it, giving you a goofy smile. “So what did you wanted to tell me, Y/N?” he asked you and kissed your shoulder lovingly. You quickly told him what Blaeja told you about the disease and that you two have to stay at your house for a few days to avoid the contagion. “So, you are telling me, that we have to stay here together, alone, for a few days?” he smirked and bit his lip suggestively. “And that’s a bad news because…?” he asked and trailed his fingers over your hot flesh, goose bumps appearing along the path as he ran his fingers up and down your exposed thigh. “Because people are suffering outside!” you tried but he just smiled. “We are not healers, Y/N. We are warriors; we don’t know anything about contagious diseases or how to cure them. The best we can do is stay here and pay attention to each other,” he answered and cupped your head in his hands, kissing you slowly, savoring your taste, silencing your protests.

“So my dear Y/N” he started, “what’s for breakfast?” he grinned and licked his lips in anticipation. “Well, nothing, because you were too busy fucking me outside the market place yesterday, so we didn’t buy anything to eat, so we don’t have anything here, maybe some old bread and cheese?” you smirked and watched the panic raising in his green eyes. “We don’t have food? We gonna die here!!” he shouted dramatically. “Why are you so calm?” he asked you on the verge of hysteria, while you lay back on the bed with you arms folded behind your head. “I'm sure it won’t last too long,” you said calmly. “We will survive, don’t worry, Hvitserk. It was you who told me, that we should stay here and pay attention to each other,” you chuckled and then quickly got up from the bed to stop Hvitserk from running down the street butt naked to start looking for something to eat. “I was kidding, our pantry is full. Don’t worry, love. We have enough food for another month,” you assured him. “Are you sure?” he asked you nervously, still not convinced about it. “Yeah, I am sure. You can eat whatever you want Hvitty,” you winked at him and the cheeky smile crept back onto his face. “So let’s have a breakfast, woman,” he giggled and slapped your ass playfully, gently maneuvering you towards the pantry. “Look, all of your favorite stuff is here, Hvitty! See, goat cheese, smoked salmon, rye bread, honey, fruits from your last raid in England…” you named all of the delicious things and Hvitserk started drooling. He grabbed few things and urged you back to bed. “Let’s have breakfast in bed, Y/N. We can eat and have sex for the whole month, my sweet wife. If you won’t walk out of these four walls pregnant then Freyja hates us both,” he shouted and forced you to lie on the bed. When he started drawing fertility runes on your body with his fingers dipped in honey, you knew that this quarantine with your silly husband will be long.

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geeky-introvert · 5 years

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Bad Boy II FINAL. Ivar X OC

Summary: After months from that night with Ivar, Isabella is unsure how she feels about him but he has shown a high interest by nonstop text messages and bumps in’s from school. When the holidays start he asks for a weird request but he makes it very tempting and hard for her to refuse....

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Warning: Smut.

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She could still taste him on her lips, the feel of his body over her own lingered for so long, and she had felt very aroused more often then she should, especially when she saw him at school. Ivar would notice her wherever she was, and smiling knowingly at her, remembering what happened between them those months ago. He would always try to talk with her, ask when she was going to text him again, but she always put it off, wanting to forget about it. But her feeling’s for him only grew the longer she tried to ignore him, and she didn’t understand why she felt like this towards him.

He had used her for his own pleasure, took her virtue, and kept pestering her about a second around. She didn’t hate him but she was bothered by him. His feeling’s weren’t the same the way she felt for him, at least that’s what she kept telling herself. No one knew what happened, including her friends and she wanted to keep it like that.

It had been at least two months since then and the summer holidays were just starting. Everyone was planning something, all but Isabella. She wasn’t very social and would rather relax at home, head buried in a book. However, she never expected for her plans to change so fast.

Isabella was just finishing the last bit of her book in her room when she heard a quiet tap at her window. Looking over she was shocked to see Ivar grinning at her as he hanged on at her window and trying not to fall off. She rushed over and opened it, before Ivar welcomed himself into her room with no troubles.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She harshly whispered at him. “You shouldn’t be here. My parents are home and sleeping down the hall.”

“Relax Bell, you worry too.” Bad boy Ivar was so reckless and had no idea just how her parents might react if they find a boy in her room.

“Well, my dad’s a cop, and he has his gun here just so you know.” She knew it wouldn’t scare him but it was a warning if the worst was to happen. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just in the neighbourhood, thought I would spot by.” That ridicules handsome grin of his was so bothering and alluring all at once. “Do you have plans for the holidays?”

“No I don’t, not really, why?” She shrugged waiting for him to get to his point.

“Well, my older half-brother has a massive cabin out in the forest, about a three hour drive from here. Every summer my brothers and I go there for the holidays. It’s incredible, there’s everything you need there and it’s right next to the crystal clear lake.”

“Alright, and?” She didn’t really understand why he was telling this.

“I want you to come with me.”

Isabella stared at him for a moment before letting out an upturn smile and light laugh thinking he was kidding, but when she realised he wasn’t he wasn’t her smile disappeared.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Come on, Bell. Just think about it. Two months in the woods, surround by nature, a break from all this city life, and away from your books. You don’t even need to pay for anything it’s all covered. I just want you to come as my girlfriend.” Now it was getting weird.

“Girlfriend? I-Ivar…I mean…You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” He sighed softly.

“Every year it’s the same. All my brothers are either married or in a relationship, and I don’t want to be the odd one out. I trust you, and I know they’ll love you. I know it’s a big ask but you’re the only one I would ask to do this. I don’t leave for another week, can you at least think about it?”

Many thoughts were rushing through her mind. Here as Ivar, asking her to pretend to be his girlfriend for two months with his family in a cabin in the woods, and he was expecting her to say yes?

“Ivar I-“ He cut her off by kissing her deeply and held her face in both his hands. She should’ve pushed him away, but she didn’t, she allowed it to happen and even leaned into it.

She moaned gently against the warm kiss as he continued to devour her like he did before, and couldn’t get enough of it. It was over too soon and she found herself falling against his chest, dazed, and looked up at his smirking face.

“I’ll think about it, I need to talk to my parents about it first. I don’t know what to say to them.”

“Just say you’re going with a friend, that’s not really lying.” He had a point, but it was still a big ask.

“A-alight, I’ll ask them and let you know.” She couldn’t believe that she was actually considering it and felt bashful about it. “Umm…Why me?”

Ivar brushed some of her hair away and continued smirking. “Because I like you, and I know you’ll love spending time away, especially with me.” She couldn’t help but giggle and hit his shoulder gently in a playful way which he seemed to find amusing as well. “I’ll hear from you this week, sweetheart.”

He then climbed back out the window and jumped towards the tree before climbing back down. She watched him leave from her window, unable to hold back the smile as he climbed over the front fence and left. She needed to sleep on it. It was crazy enough out of all the people in school he would come to her. The whole thing was weird, but she couldn’t help but feel special about it.

Isabella found herself wanting to go the more she thought about it. She was also very surprised when she had brought it up with her parents that they were very open with the idea about her getting out and spending time away from home. Maybe it would be good for her to be away and breathe in the nature. All she told them was it was with some friends and that was it.

Maybe they trusted her too much.

Finally, she texted Ivar and told him she would go and he texted back that he would pick her up on Sunday morning. It was happening, she was going to spend the summer with Ivar and pretend to be his girlfriend. This wasn’t like her. It was everything out of her comfort zone, but the more she thought about spending so long with Ivar the more she was looking forward to it.

The day came and she packed a full suit case before Ivar picked her up. She thought it was going to be an awkward drive, but Ivar must’ve planned this trip ahead, because he already had snakes and a music track playing for them to enjoy for the next three hours.

Strangle, she enjoyed the long drive with him, he made it fun and not even for a moment was there silence. She had never been this far from home before without her parents and it gave her a new vibe, one she wasn’t sure that suited her, and yet there was with Ivar, going to his brother’s cabin for the holidays. It was going to be interesting.

They had finally arrived and Isabella stared out the window in awe at the size of the beautiful cabin built right beside the lake. “This is the cabin? It’s more like a mansion!” She couldn’t hold back the broad smile as they pulled up.

“I told you it was nice.” They got out and unpacked the car together.

She met his brothers who were a rowdy bunch but were super nice. There was defiantly a resemblance between them with their insanely blue eyes, which she didn’t miss. Next were the women and met Bjorn’s wife, Torvi, Ubbe’s wife, Margrethe, Hvitserk’s girlfriend, Aud, and Sigurd’s girlfriend, Blaeja. It was going to be a very interesting holiday with all these people who she never met.

By this time she thought she saw everything, which was until she saw the room she was to stay in. It was ridiculously big, like a master bedroom with its own ensuite and incredible view over the lake. She then looked at the queen sized bed and realised that she was going to be sharing the room and bed with Ivar for the holidays. Of course she was, she was here acting as his girlfriend so his brother’s would get off his back.

She found herself looking out the window, admiring the beautiful view they had. Ivar came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin against her shoulder with a smirk.

“So, what do you think?” He breathed gently against her skin, and she found herself unable to move from her position as he gently nuzzled into her neck. She shivered from the contact before twisting herself around to face him.

“It’s….beautiful.”

He was so close that their noses brushed and before she could say anything else, he kissed her. It wasn’t like the last one, this was tender, and he savoured it. She kissed back falling in motion and gasped gently when his hands gripped her rear over the shorts she wore.

The two were lost in the moment before they were interrupted.

“Oi, love birds, when you’re done lunch is ready downstairs.” Hvitserk snickered at the scene before leaving.

Adele tried to get her breathing even before she forced herself to move away from Ivar. “I-I am hungry…” Ivar only smirked at her.

“We’ll continue this later.” It was a promise, and she couldn’t help but feel a little excited about it.

Bjorn had cooked up some nice burgers for them to feast. Dinner was amazing. After they ate they stayed up a little longer, talking about each other’s lives and things. Soon the questions were aimed at Ivar and Isabella.

“How did you two meet?” Ubbe asked eyes filled with curiosity. She looked at Ivar and back at everyone nervously.

“We go to the same school, have been for a couple of years now.” She honestly didn’t know what else to say. Then Ivar jumped in, eager to finish the story.

“We met at a party and we really hit it off. Want to details, brothers? Because it gets kinda-“ She right away covered his mouth with her hand to prevent him from saying anything else. He grinned against her and pulled her into his lap before kissing her passionately. It put her off guard but she quickly fell in motion before he pulled away, all his brothers and their women didn’t seem bothered but proud for Ivar.

For hours they talked about different things and Isabella really liked everyone. Ivar’s brother’s seemed very cheeky like himself and their partners were all very sweet. The night dwelled, then people started going to bed. She told Ivar she wanted a shower and let her off his lap, but not before pinching her rear and snickering to himself. A red heat washed over her as she quickly made her way up the stairs and to their shared room.

She felt better after the shower, letting the hot water wash down her body for a good amount of time before she exited the shower, dried herself, blow dried her hair and wrapped the towel around herself. As she came out she was greeted by a shirtless Ivar. It looked like he was waiting for her.

Ivar bit his lips and grinned as he got closer to her. She didn’t move, like she was welcoming him, and that only made his cock twitch more in his sweat pants. He reached forward took the towel away from her, and she allowed it.

She gasped lightly before he consumed her lips, groaning against her as he rutted his hidden cock against her stomach. Without warning he turned her around and pushed her against the bed, lifting her ass up and spreading her cheeks, then he leaned in and took one long lick against her folds.

A surprised moan came from her before she covered her mouth, fearing his brothers would hear, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by that. In fact, he wanted them to hear her scream his name.

“Ivar…” She panted against her fist before pressing her face against the bed.

He tongue fucked her, only a little and suckled her clit, teasing which made her whimper and knees tremble before he slapped her ass gently, chuckling at her surprised yelp before he tugged his sweatpants off him and pushed her forward along the bed, following close behind her as he rolled a condom on his throbbing cock.

He kept her on her knees and gripped her waist and rubbed his cock along her folds before he thrust into her.

The sudden fullness made her cry out against her fist stuck in her mouth before he forced her hand against the bed to support herself.

“I want them to hear you, make all the noises you want; I want them to know you’re mine.” He groaned into her ear and sat up on his knees once more before setting a rough pace.

Each thrust forced a small moan from her as she shook back and forth with Ivar fucking her from behind. He showed no mercy.

He wanted to fuck her into another realm and lose himself completely, which he might end up doing if he continued what he was doing. Ivar’s movements grew intense, to the point that he rutted against her arse, breeding her like a crazed animal. His grunts followed by pleasured moans added to the pleasure she was feeling, rushing threw her as she allowed herself to be fucked liked crazy.

“Fuck, Bell, fuck!” He repeated her name as he threw his head back, fingers digging into her waist feeling his cock throb wrapped around her clenching walls.

“I-Ivar, Ivar!” Her fingers gripped at the quilt under them as she felt her orgasm erupt through her core and whimpered loudly as he continued to thrust against her until he shouted and gave one final firm thrust, erupting himself in the condom and sagging against back, making her crazy forward with him on her.

She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath as Ivar did the same against her neck. After moment he finally moved and pulled himself out. Last time he just left, however, this time he pulled her up against him, rolling over so her back was pressed up against his chest.

Ivar kissed her cheek before settling more comfortably in the bed with her and falling asleep. She soon followed, feeling very satisfied and drained.

It was indeed going to be an interesting holiday.

The day’s turned into weeks and as time flowed Isabella felt herself growing more closer to Ivar as he did for her. They got along and even though they weren’t really dating they behaved like they did, even when it was just the two of them.

One day she wanted to go on a hike with Ivar and he was more than happy to go much to her surprise. This was when she discovered he was a talented photographer and he even showed her his photos. He had a real talent, a passion she never saw in him.

That day they left the cabin and into the woods, staying on the trail together as they saw the nature and beauty of the wilderness. It was a whole new experience for her and she enjoyed every moment of it, especially with Ivar, who stopped every few minutes to get a photo of something. She didn’t mind, and found it rather sweet.

All through high school she always saw Ivar as the trouble maker and bad boy, and yet here she was with him on a hike and taking photos. She liked this Ivar.

They came across a shallow river and he told her to get down and be quiet. She looked ahead and gasped softly when she saw a large herd of deer running across the water as Ivar snapped multiple photos. It was an amazing experience.

When the deer were gone she beamed brightly before turning to him. He leaned forward and kissed her, softly, something he hadn’t done before. She kissed back he carefully guided her back against the grass and deepened the kiss, savouring her lips before moving away a little to look down at her. He stared at her and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, he was simply confusing. It looked like he wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t. So, she followed her heart and leaned up to kiss him again softly, and he seemed to really like that.

It was just them, nothing else mattered.

The holidays were moving fast and before they knew it a month had gone by. She let her parents know every few days that she was fine and they seemed to be happy with just that. The time away from home felt good, better then she expected.

When all this was over though she didn’t know what to expect, if things would go back to normal or if Ivar wanted something more, but she was too scared to talk about it because what they had right that moment was good.

She decided to not bring it up and just enjoy what they had.

One morning they both woke up tangled in each other’s arms. Ivar nuzzled into her neck, nibbling at her skin gently making her giggle softly until the contact. He loved to spoon, this she discovered, because every night and morning was the same. The sex was incredible; he sure knew how to bring her to multiple orgasms and enjoyed teasing her to her breaking point. She craved for it, and didn’t know how she was to survive when the holidays were over.

“How about we go for a swim in the lake?” He softly asked with a grin.

“I like that idea.” She bit my lips out of habit.

“Just let me piss, change and we’ll head down there.” He finally broke off from her and headed into the bathroom.

Isabella was about to change into her bikini when she heard my phone vibrate. She just assumed it was her parents asking about how her time was going. However, as she looked at her phone she noticed that she had multiple text messages from her friends and way too many Instagram notifications.

She looked at them, confused about why her friends would suddenly text her more than once, it wasn’t like them, or the insane about of notifications. Her heart stopped when she read the first text message.

‘Bella! When were you going to tell me you and Ivar were dating? That’s insane!’

She read the next one from another friend.

‘You and Ivar are dating? When did this happen? I need the details. Call me.’

The rest of the messages were the same, asking more questions and stuff. It only got worse when she looked on Instagram. Apparently, Ivar’s brothers had posted on their accounts of their little get away and had tagged her in multiple photo’s, one of them were of Ivar and her kissing passionately. She then read the comments.

‘Ivar and Isabella? That’s so fucking random!’

‘It can’t be serious, Ivar fucks everyone.’

‘Ivar better dump her before she becomes too clingy.’

They all continued on and on. The more she read the more she felt her heart pain. Fresh tears rolled down her face from the cruel words said by the people from her school. Everyone knew about them.

She stared at her phone for a while until Ivar came out and saw she hadn’t moved.

“Come on, why do women take so long?” He joked lightly before he saw how upset she was. “What’s wrong?”

Isabella showed him her phone, the photo and the comments. “Everyone knows.”

Ivar didn’t know what to say. He simple scrolled through the comments and sighed heavily. He didn’t think about his brothers posting on social media and tagging her in photos. Looking back at her he just saw her clearly upset over the comments. “Bell, they’re just words, they mean nothing and it’s none of their fucking business what goes on between us.” Ivar sat down next to her and put her mobile aside, hoping she’ll get over it soon, but he clearly didn’t know how to comfort someone and she felt no better.

“That’s easy for you to say.” She went into the bathroom and washed my face to clear it. She needed some air and to be away from Ivar. “I need to be alone.” She left and hurried outside the cabin, heading down to the lake to be alone with her thoughts.

Ivar growled in frustration and looked at his own phone to see the same thing. Messages from some mates of his and exploding notifications. He read his text messages first.

‘Dude! Are you really dating Isabella? When the fuck did this happen?’

‘Ivar! What the fuck are you doing? Dump her before she becomes too clingy on you.’

‘I don’t understand you and Isabella together but hey whatever floats your boat.’

He then went to his Instagram.

‘Ivar is fucking insane if he thinks Isabella is worth it. She’s a waste.’

‘He can’t be sick of me already! #ifuckedivar’

‘I’m sure when the holidays are over we’ll have the old Ivar back.’

That hit him. ‘When the holidays were over.’ He hadn’t thought that far ahead but one thing for certain was that he liked her. She was nothing like the other girls; she was special, someone he needed in his life. He wasn’t good when it came to expressing feelings and it was that hard to do it in front of Isabella. The comments though, what they said about her, that pissed him off.

Things had changed and he knew that. He didn’t care what his friends or the school said about them, he wanted something with her, for too long he��s wanted that. He threw a shirt on and grabbed his camera before heading outside.

Ivar found her sitting on the docks, legs hanging over the edge and stared over the lake lost in her own thoughts. He came over and sat next to her, opened up his camera and leaned closer to her side to show her the photos he took.

Isabella looked over to see what he was showing her and was left a little surprised when she saw a photo taken of herself when she was looking or aware he was taking photos of her. He gave her the camera and let her scroll through the pictures taken.

They were all of her, happy, smiling, and laughing, when she didn’t know he was taking pictures. She never thought herself so beautiful before, or if it was just a talent of his that made her look like that. Picture after picture, and the more she looked at them the more she felt better.

“I’m not good when it comes to expressing. I’m shit to be honestly, but this is my way of saying that….” He didn’t understand why it was so hard for him to tell her. “Through high school, I’ve watched you and I’ve seen you watch me. I always wanted to get to know you but I always scared you way, and that just me like you more.”

Isabella finally met eyes with him, lost in awe from his words.

“I know were different people but maybe that’s good? Asking you to be here wasn’t just for a favour, it was so I could get to know you and have you for myself. You’re….amazing.”

She didn’t want to think anymore and leaned over to kiss him. It was short and it took his off guard, but as she went to move away he pulled her back against him, deepening the kiss and pulling her onto his lap. For minutes it was like this, their tongues joined while soft moans left them.

The kiss was then broken and he pressed his forehead against her own.” Bell, will you….will you be my girl?” It sounded like the hardest thing he ever had to say and she beamed at him.

“Yes.”

Out of joy, he stood up with her in his arms and tossed her into the water before jumping in after her. Both felt too happy to even care what others were saying, nothing could ruin the moment.

The holidays were coming to an end, a week before school started and they drove back home to get themselves ready. Isabella promised Ivar to help him out with projects, which he was happy about if it meant he could spend more time with her.

Before he drove her home he drove onto a large viewing area of the city on a cliff. Both were joined in hands as they walked to the ledge. Ivar never felt happier before to be with the girl he secretly loved, and she felt the same.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, smiling as he returned the same jester before she leaned into his side with her arms wrapped around his. This felt good, it felt right.

They were meant to be.

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lisinfleur · 6 years

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For the Sake of All - Chapter list

Universe | Vikings Pairing | Sigurd x Blaeja Info | Viking Age AU, multiple shots related to one another

⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, Fluffy, romance, +18

Part I

Part II

Part III (NEW!)

#vikings #vikings history #imagine #imagine vikings #sigurd #Sigurd Snake In the Eye #Sigurd Ragnarsson #Sigurd Lothbrok #sigurd imagine #sigurd x blaeja #Sigurd's Fairy Muses #Uncrowned King's Thursday

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no-confidence-to-write · 5 years

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The Wild Hunt Chapter (1/6?) This is Why you Never Play with Oujia Boards

October 31st, 1987 Aethelswith Atheling (17), Ainsley Burke (16), Joan Hanson (17), Sarah Harlow (17), and Heluna Umbria (16), went missing at Mrs. Jane Harlow’s home at 147 Cherry Lane. If anyone has information in regards to their whereabouts, please immediately inform your local police department or contact the Wessex County Police Department at 749-XXX-XXXX.

Saturday,10:30 pm Halloween night, Sarah Harlow’s 17th birthday party.

Aethelswith had never been a fan of Halloween night. It wasn’t because her family was Catholic, nor was it the fact the Sarah always partied a little too hard on her birthday. Rather it was the strange occurrences that had started after her thirteenth birthday, specifically on Halloween night. The 31st seems to hold the worst omens for her. It was as if the things stalking her would grow evermore powerful starting on this day. Birds would start watching her throughout the winter with beady little eyes, another time she swore something or someone tried to drown in her family’s pool, and now the ever increasing empty stares that seemed to followed her had begun to target her friends.

Joan with her vibrant red hair and ‘too cool to care’ attitude had started complaining about always being cold. Even in the middle of July, she dressed as if it was the middle of November. She felt like a walking corpse that was unable to retain heat. Shy Ainsley who rocked a bitchin brunette perm had the opposite problem. She was always hot, to the point when others touched her, it felt that her skin was oozing the very fires of Hell. Blonde Sarah had always said nothing was going on, but recently an alarming amount of bodily injuries had been piling up on her past boyfriends. Some had little nicks or cuts that they would wake up to find on their body, but the longer the boy had dated her the worst the injury. Just last week, her boyfriend Johnny broke his leg by falling down a flight of stairs. He swore that someone pushed him. But out all of these strange events, the craziest occurrence was Heluna was in love.

Heluna, who was technically Aethelswith’s aunt, grew up in a rather strict household. This pure angel, goody-two-shoes, teacher’s pet, perfection incarnate had broken parents' cardinal rule: if you’re dating we must meet the boy first.

Not only had Heluna failed to mention him to her parents, but gave as little as possible information to her friends. The only information her friends had gotten her was that his name was Sigurd, and according to Heluna, he was a dreamboat with blonde hair and snake-like eyes. They had met at the reptile exhibit at the zoo in June. He sends her poems and love songs coined ‘ to my love Blaeja’. Apparently, it was a compliment to Heluna's black eyes. It might be the first time in Heluna’s life that she had any true freedom to make her own choice. It was like she was planning their wedding already and the following escape from her father’s control. Interrupting Aethelswith thoughts Sarah pulled out something out of the living room closet.

“ Girls, let's play a game” Sarah called out. Out of the corner of her blue eyes, she saw the infamous Ouija Board.

“No, way I am doing that!” Ainsley whispered. Her brown doe eyes widened in fear as if she knew who was on the other side.

“Come on! As the birthday girl for the next hour and a half, I get to decide what we get to do. Besides, don’t you guys want to take a little risk.” Sarah scanned the room directly looking at Heluna, Ainsley and her knowing they would be the most reluctant.

“ Whose in?” Sarah asked while setting the board down on the coffee table.

“ I’ll join” Joan called from the kitchen after getting another slice of pizza.

“So will I” Heluna called triumphantly, moving towards the coffee table.

“Heluna, you can’t be serious. Your dad is going to kill you when he finds out.” Aethelswith warned. She could feel it in her gut. A cold, sickening feeling squirmed in her stomach. It was if the room was growing darker, heavier as if more people had joined the room as if they were waiting for them to play or, worst, pushing them to play. Perhaps she was the only one that could tell. Rationally, she told herself it’s just Halloween jitters, nothing is out there or in here.

“ I totally agree, with Ash. Can’t, we like, just paint our nails or play Twister. Anything… I don’t care… just not this.” Ainsley lithe body seemed the fall into herself as if she could feel the same things as Aethelswith.

“ Don’t worry about this Ainsley. I got it from Stacy. We’ll each ask a question and be done with it ok. I promise” Sarah gave a radiant reassuring smile ”Besides, you, I, and Stace are on the cheer team together. Would she really do anything bad to us? Plus, she left me some notes on this thing”

Sarah lifted the note from Stacey. Stacey was on the cheerleading team at their high school with Sarah and Ainsley. They were stereotypical popular girls at their school. Honestly, if Sarah hadn’t met her other friends at their Catholic school, Stacey probably would have led her into hot water, but Sarah was loyal to a fault.

She started to read the bright pink note.

Happy Birthday! Hope you have a great 17th.

Sorry, I couldn’t make it. Love Stace.

Remember to keep these rules in mind while playing!

Rules From Stacy

Be Serious This is not a game

ALWAYS SAY GOODBYE

Ask one question at a time

DO NOT ask about God, when you will die, or where gold is buried.

NEVER play alone

“See it's totally fine, don’t worry about it. Ainsley, Aethelswith come on please join.” Sarah whined until the remaining girls finally joined in. An unnatural chill came over the girls as their hands touched the planchette. Aethelswith could feel another hand on her wrist lightly tracing the skin as gently as a lover. But, of course, there was nothing there, nothing tangible, clearly, Aethelswith thought that she must be losing a little bit of her sanity. Shakingly, Sarah started speaking.

“Um, Hi, I’m Sarah, In the Star Wars shirt is Joan. In the rainbow nightgown is Ainsley, in the blue PJs is Aethelswith, and to my left is Heluna. We would like to ask some questions”. After a short pause, Sarah continued.

“ Did someone push my boyfriend Johnny down a flight of stairs?”.

It felt as if the majority of the silent presence were slightly laughing at the expense of another person there. Slowly, the disk moved towards yes. The girls looked at each other with a silent agreement that none of them had truly moved it.

“Who did it?” Ainsley whispered barely loud enough for Aethelswith to hear despite being right next to her. The disk moved again but it was not the done by the same spirit as before. The disk started spelling. H-V-I-T-S-E-R-K.

“Who the fuck is Hvitserk?” Joan uttered. The disk moved again slowly spelling more letters. A-M-O-N-S-T-E-R. The air gets colder as the light slowly dims above them. Flickering on and off. Ainsley visibility shuddered and whipped her hands off the disk.

“ I’m done! I’m not doing this anymore! I can’t take it touching me with those burning hands anymore!!” Ainsley yelled, fear contorting her face As she ran to the bathroom. Joan went after her, trying to calm the crying girl down.

“I think we should stop- ” Aethelswith replied but the hand tracing her wrist suddenly became a solid bruising grip preventing her from taking her hand off the disk. A dark seductive voice whispered in her ear: You didn’t ask your question my beauty…. As a calloused hand ran through her curled locks.

“ Did you guys hear that?” she asked.

“What do you mean, I didn’t hear anything’ Sarah quipped as if trying to deny the ever growing gloom pressing down on them. She continued. “Heluna ask your question, I’m going to go check on Ainsley and Joan. They’re taking a while.” Taking her hands off the disk as she went towards the hallway bathroom where it had become oddly silent. Heluna took a shuddering breath before gathering her courage.

“Is Sigurd like Hvitserk- I mean is he an actual monster or are you using the term ‘monster’ as a description of Hvitserk’s personality?” Heluna asked but was replied with no movement from the board.

“ I think you need to ask something simpler or maybe you need to ask one question at a time,” Aethelswith responded quietly.

“ Ok. Where is Sigurd?” Heluna continued jokingly not thinking the board would know the answer. To their surprise, the disk began to move again. H-E-R-E.

“Sigurd, can’t be here. He doesn’t even live in this county-” She turned to Aethelswith

He told me he’s from-” a sharp knock came from the door interrupting her. They look away from the board and stared at the doorway.

“Heluna, don’t answer the door!” Aethelswith hissed, but a strange trance seemed to overtake Heluna. Black eyes almost glittering with want.

“But what if it's him... I’ll just answer the door and prove it's not.” She whispered back.

“Heluna, please! I can’t play alone, remember.” Aethelswith pleaded with wide blue eyes. Another harsher knock came from door impatiently waiting for them to answer. Heluna regained focus and looked back at Aethelswith nodding to finish the game. Taking a deep breath Aethelswith asked her question

“What do you want from us?” she questioned as the invisible hand holding her wrist began silently trail from wrist to her fingers. The hand settled on top off hers as it guided the disk. A-Q-U-E-E-N. It had taken a slight pause and began to move again. A W-I-F-E. It moved for a final time painfully gripping her hand. A-M-A-T-E ” Ugh gag me with a spoon. What does this psycho think he’s talking about? Were, like, 17.” She thought to herself with disbelief.

“Hey, Heluna will you get the other girls? We need to say goodbye to board” Aethelswith stated growing tired of the hand on top of hers.

“Yeah let me go answer the door first,” Heluna said as she quickly moved from the living room.

“ I really don’t think that’s a good idea-” she was cut off by the hand crushing hers, keeping her hand on the disk. She could feel the sharp sting of claws digging into her skin. Suddenly, the room seemed to warp into another landscape entirely. The cream-colored living room faded into a stone covered walls. Taperaries were hung against the walls and furs covered the floor. She was bathed in firelight coming from the roaring fireplace. She could now see a discolored hand on top of hers. Claws protruded from where a normal person’s nails would be.

“Do not worry my princess. Soon we'll be together again” a dark gravelly voice spoke to her. She willed herself to look up at where the voice was coming from. The darkness obscured his face but from the shadows, she could make out curved horns, sharp teeth, leathery wings, and haunting ice blue eyes. She quickly tore her hand away from his, as she tore her body away. shuffling from him as quickly as possible.

“Get away from me!” Aethelswith whispered frantically backing up towards the wall. He remained in the darkness but she could see the hurt in his eyes.

“You don’t remember do you?” he sighed, “ I suppose it has been so long since we were last together, my beauty. But after tonight, our long wait will be over and it will be as things once were. Before you were taken from me.”

Turning from the creature she ran out of the room her heart hammering in her chest. She wasn’t crazy, all this time she had been right. There had been something following her and her friends. She crashed through the wooden door in front of her leading back to the living room.

This can’t be right. Why am I back here? She thought to herself. She had to get her friends and say goodbye to that stupid board. Running to the hallway bathroom she swung open the door to discover Ainsley, Sarah, and Joan had disappeared.

Inside the bathroom, lava oozed from the bathroom mirror and burn marks covered the room. On the other side of the room, frost covered the shower tiles while snowy handprints showed an apparent struggle. The most disturbing part of the room was the floor. What had once been a pastel pink tiled floor now had a gaping hole in the center that only showed an earthen black abyss. Whatever had taken the girls was not of their world.

Rushing from the scene, she realized Heluna wasn’t with her. Please God, tell me she didn’t answer that damn door! In another sprint, she raced to the front door. Opening it to find it empty but crawling with snakes, from constrictors to vipers. Slamming and locking the door back behind her, she couldn’t help the fear rising back up.

This isn’t happening! I’m dreaming! Right of course. I’ve fallen asleep first like I always do. She thought to herself. Ignoring the ever present darkness closing in around her, she made the move to pinch herself. If it doesn’t hurt that must mean I’m dreaming. Quickly her right hand pinched her left arm but was only felt pain.

Oh God, why are doing this to us? Is it my fault? She thought. but was interrupted by the bang at the front door.

“Princess, unlock the door.” he chastised gently, “ We don’t want to keep the others waiting, do we?”. He was real, this was real. She gripped her crucifix as tears filled her eyes, and recited a prayer knowing it was the only thing that could help her now. She started speaking loudly,

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He causes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even when I walk in the valley of darkness, I will fear no evil for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff-they comfort-”

“Princess, you know I hate when you call on your precious Jesus Christ. You know he can’t help you now.” The voice was no longer sweetly chastising her, but replaced with a gravely demonic voice that dripped with acidity. As if he sensed her fear he returned to a sweet purring tone,

“I didn’t want to scare you too much, but we’re going to be late for the hunt princess…” he sighed.

“I guess we're going to have to play a little rough… but you always enjoyed that didn’t you? ” he chuckled darkly. Without a second to spare the figure kicked down the door showing the monster behind the door. Her breath caught in her throat, staring at the creature before her. He was strangely attractive with long braided hair, dark beard, and Armani suit. Like a predator on the prowl, he began to slowly advance towards her.

Shit Sarah, this is why we don’t play with Ouija boards! Aethelswith thought to herself as she slowly back stepped from him. Stalling for time to get to the back kitchen door she faked bravery and began talking to the creature.

“Look, I’ve never met you in my life buddy. You’ve clearly got the wrong girl.” She boasted but remained unfazed by the announcement.

“Princess, it won’t be long until you remember. Now don’t make this difficult for me. I don’t like causing you pain, well, unless you ask for it. That’s a different story.” He chuckled.

“Great, I’m dealing with some pervy demon intent on getting into my pants” she mused. But then inspiration struck her, perhaps I could entice him with her body. Sure she never had any real experience with that type of thing unless you count Edmund at eighth-grade bible camp, but then again she was pretty sure he was in the closet. Subtly shifting her nightshirt to show off some of her skin, she gave him her best fearful face pleading mercy with him

“Sir, please, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. Please, won’t you just let me go? I promise I’ll behave” she pleaded, seeing the lust in his eyes. Only of few more steps lay between her and the back door.

“Oh, but Princess, I want play with you” He growled taking a swift lunge at his target, but she had already reached the door. Running into the dark forest not bothering to look back or think about what might in the woods she ran. Heart hammering in her chest, she ran further into the maze of forbidding trees. Taking a look behind her, she saw glowing blue eyes in the distant.“

You just made this so much more fun for me, Princess!” He laughed. It sounded like he was right behind her breathing down her neck.

“Leave me alone!” Her shrill voice cried out, tears visibly coming down her face. With a loud crack another creature came from the woods. It was… It was a dog? Thinking of the sheer absurdity of the situation, she could laugh to herself. But soon the body of the fluffy white dog began to grow adding another head, limbs, tails, until there were six eyes look back at her. These were no fluffy white dogs anymore, molted decaying skin clang to their skulls while they possess the same icy glowing blue eyes as their master. Another figure came up behind the hounds with the same glowing blue eyes.

“I see you’ve met my very own Cerberus.” He paused to look back at his princess running further to the starting line,”

When playing this game, it’s important not to make any noise” He shouted to her. Ignoring his words she continued running but the scratches and marks were blooding her skin and she knew she couldn’t keep up this pace. Suddenly she saw candlelight in a window of a abandoned Victorian house. Not believing her luck she renewed her effort. Just a little farther and they’ll be someone there to help you she prayed. Crashing through the door she found it entirely empty, but safe enough for her taste. Taking a turn back she saw the demonic creature and his dogs jogging at a leisurely pace. Flipping the bird to them, she slammed the door, locked it and began pushing the nearest piece a furniture against the door when the house changed around her. Changing from a decaying house, the candles began glow in force all around her, faded wallpaper return to it’s colorful hues, and broken and missing furniture filled the foyer. Turning to face a sweet girly voice Aethelswith faced a small blonde girl with purple bruises around her neck, staring at her with green eyes,

“ Are you ready to play the game?”

#harald finehair #vikings imagine #hvitserk #Harald Finehair x Original Character #hvitserk x oc #oc x oc #blaeja #Sigurd x blaeja #80s aesthetic

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ceridwenofwales · 7 years

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Blaeja and Sigurd walking through their lands when Sigurd suddenly stop.

Sigurd: "Look at that lake! I'll name it Blaeja. It's as dark as your eyes." Blaeja does facepalm: "But I do have 30 lakes named after me." Sigurd: "Okay. I'll name this flower after you then, and that hill, and..." Blaeja let out a long sigh: "You can't name everything in my honor." Sigurd: "Challenge accepted."

#vikings incorrect quotes #sigurd x blaeja #sigurd and blaeja #blaeja #princess blaeja of Northumbria #blaeja of northumbria #sigurd ragnarsson #sigurd snake in the eye #sigurd snake-in-the-eye

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mimixis · 5 years

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Towards the sun - Part 8: Guilty pleasure

Pairing: Ivar x OC

Word Count: 2256

Summary: Pia just wanted to go to work, but oh well, shit happens.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Her words caused a big stir.

Not only Sigurd reacted violently. His brothers and their men also shouted. Pia stood quietly holding Blaeja's wrist. She waited for them to calm down, ask her questions and stop insulting her. Blaeja seemed anxious and hid behind her. Pia was not surprised. A bunch of vicious Vikings could be terrifying. However, she didn't think that trusting her to defend them was a good idea.

“She is a Christian!” Ivar began.

“It's hardly your place to decide that,” Ubbe added.

"She's quite pretty," said Hvitserk who was hit in the back of his head by Ubbe.

“You saw it?” Bjorn asked sceptically.

“Why me?!” Sigurd growled.

Pia arranged the answers in their language in her mind first not wanting to make minor mistakes that could disturb their conversation. The silence between them lasted some time and Pia was hesitant to break it now. But she had no choice. You cannot say A without saying B.

“Yes, she is a Christian, but that doesn't mean you are better than her. So stop being an anti-Christian, Ivar. Ubbe, your brother made a lot of decisions for me, and you didn't utter a word, so do not behave so self-righteous. Yes, Hvitserk, she is pretty, but she's not for you. Bjorn, you don't have to believe me. I don't care," she turned away from them and spoke to Sigurd in a hushed voice. “Because you are the only one who will take care of her. Faced with the choice between you, Hvitserk and Ivar, it is quite obvious. She will give you sons thanks to whom your name, Sigurd Snake In The Eye, will remain. So please, listen to me.”

Pia heard someone strike their palms against one another. She glanced in the direction of the sound and saw Ivar. She stared at him in confusion, completely not understanding why he was clapping his hands.

"You've barely been able to say anything just a few minutes ago, and now you speak like this," he said in a mocking manner, leaning forward. "I wonder, what other talents you hide from us.”

Her heart throbbed. She didn't want to treat him terribly, but she didn't want to be treated poorly either. Part of her ached to apologize to him, she wanted to come back, but the other part remembered. Something drew her to him, something craved to be close to him. But Pia knew herself. She knew that in the long run, she required delicacy, not brutality, which Ivar emitted. Then why did she have tears in her eyes, when he looked at her like that?

She opened her mouth to say something unpleasant to hurt him, just as he hurt her, but the flutter of the wings interrupted her. A raven sat on her shoulder thrusting its claws into her shoulder, drawing blood. Pia hissed in pain, but she didn't chase away the bird. It gave her an idea. If they insisted on her association with Odin so much, she would give it to them.

“Am I not the Allfather's favourite? Perhaps, as a gift for such a long endurance with you all, he gave me the Allspeak?”

Ivar fell silent. He didn't have the correct answer, and Pia knew it. She looked at Sigurd again, thinking of communicating well with him.

“So what's your decision?”

Sigurd looked at her with astonishment and only nodded. Pia turned to Blaeja.

"You will become his wife." She pointed to Sigurd. “He'll take care of you.”

;:;

Pia sat with Blaeja all evening. In the end, she agreed to get married to Sigurd, though reluctantly. She was afraid of what was to come, but she kept her face still. From birth, she was prepared to become a wife of a nobleman. Sigurd was not civilized, but he was still a prince. Blaeja had no choice. Now, she would become his wife and she would take her revenge later.

The girl moved away from Pia. Where Pia goes, Blaeja goes. At the table, by the fire, next to Halfdan. Sigurd wanted to take her with him, but Blaeja cried, that it was not proper, that they could be together only on the wedding night. Pia looked at Halfdan, who sighed and whispered some pleas to his brother's ear. When he got the answer he wanted, he stood up and motioned to the girls, that they should follow him.

They came to the tent he shared with his brother. Halfdan said he would give up his bed to them and he would sleep with Harald. Pia thanked him and hid from the cold under the blankets. Blaeja joined her, and a moment later she was asleep, the adrenaline finally died down. Pia was looking at the girl's hair, the colour of ripe chestnuts, and pale skin. She was not attractive by conventional beauty standards, but she had innocence, that lured people to her. Blaeja was young, and Pia condemned her to live with a man she did not love. All this to survive.

Pia wanted to defend this purity because she had it for a short time. As long as she lives with Ragnar's sons, Blaeja will be safe. She'll take care of it. Pia closed her eyes, wanting to fall into Morpheus’ embrace, but no matter how much she tried to sleep, she could not. She slept all day, and it disturbed her biological rhythm. She was not even a bit sleepy. She was wide awake. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw a man hanged on his lungs. She wanted to vomit, but she tried to swallow it somehow.

She turned to the side, and Blaeja immediately cuddled up into Pia when she felt the older woman moved away. Pia watched her for a moment, wondering how she could trust her so quickly. But Pia thought about her situation with Ivar and about Tanaruz, who also started to trust her immediately. Pia looked up, her eyes focused on the tent's rooftop. She could barely protect herself from life in here, and she wanted to shield two other girls. Tanaruz and Blaeja were similar. Both lost their parents, both were in an undesired situation. Tanaruz as the daughter of Helga, Blaeja as the future wife of Sigurd.

Yes, girls were similar, yet so different. Where Tanaruz was shutting down and weakening day by day, Blaeja appeared to be strong and tried to get everything she could from the circumstances Pia had set down. Pia wondered if Blaeja was so because of childishness and stubbornness, or maybe she defeated her inner demons. If she had any, of course. Pia didn't know what life Blaeja had before all of this so she could dismiss nothing, she shouldn't jump into conclusions. She did not want to see her as a princess who was protected from everything and everyone.

A few days ago, Pia was just a girl who lived her simple life. She attended university, went to work, and watched Netflix. She lived calmly, aware of wars and conflicts, aware of hunger and poverty. And although she knew about it, she lived on because it didn't concern her. She didn't witness the cruelty, she wasn't touched by war. She didn't stand in its epicentre, she didn't have to run away from it. She didn't watch others die, no one raped her, nobody forced her to kill someone.

Future had a lot of laws, but not everyone upholds it. Evil and death are everywhere and always, no matter what period it is. In her time, people are also tortured and murdered, but she cared about that only when she witnessed it. Only now did she appreciate her old life. Her mother who cared for her. Friends who had always been there for her. A job that allowed her to afford food. She had everything she needed, and she was unhappy. Here she had nothing, she was a stranger. She had no home, no family, no money. It was Ivar who took care of what was essential for her to live here.

“You cannot sleep?” she heard.

She turned her head towards Halfdan. He laid on his side, his eyes focused on her figure. Pia slowly, not wanting to disturb Blaeja's sleep, turned around so she could look at the man freely during the conversation. Candles have not been blown out yet, he was probably waiting for his brother to return. The orange light illuminated their faces so that both of them could see their faces accurately.

Pia could see every wrinkle on his face, she could see every line of his tattoo. His eyes were half-open, suggesting that he had either been asleep a moment ago or sleepy right now. He had his hair behind his ear. He looked so soft at that moment, that it cut her heart. If not for the distance separating them, Pia could imagine that they were lying in one bed, and like an old married couple, talking before sleep. But it was not like that, and she didn't want to let herself dream about a problem-free life because it will never be like that again.

Halfdan watched the woman lying in his bed as well. He would like to be there beside her instead of that Christian girl. He would like to embrace her, would like to kiss her, would like to touch her, would like to have her. His brother would laugh at him if he knew what he was thinking about. He would have laughed at him being trapped by a woman he barely knew when he mocked Harald's love. But his thoughts were safe so he could freely admire her freckles, her pink lips, her petite body. However, what he liked best about her were her eyes. Big, doe eyes with pupils of different shades of brown. The right pupil had the colour of the tree bark, and the left one was much brighter, its colour almost like gold.

She nodded.

"Too much has happened over the last twenty-four hours," she admitted. “And why are you still awake? You're probably tired after the battle.”

Halfdan blinked several times, trying not to fall asleep. He slid off the blanket so the cold would allow him to continue talking to Pia. He lifted himself up and leaned on his elbow. Pia threw off her fur and sat on the bed, her feet touching the cold ground. She should let him sleep, but she didn't want to be alone now when she knew he had not fallen asleep yet. Halfdan mimicked her position, then patted the empty spot next to him. He needed to have her close, to breathe her sweet aroma. When she raised her eyebrow up, he used the sleeping Blaeja as an excuse. He didn't want to wake her up, and the beds were on opposite sides of the tent.

Pia nodded and quickly swept from bed to bed. She sat cross-legged and wrapped one of the blankets around her. Halfdan looked at her with a smirk on his face, knowing he would remember to the end of his life how lovely she looked, running to him with her bare feet. Pia was studying him expecting an answer.

"That's true," he admitted. “Emotions after the battle, however, still didn't wear off.”

Pia stared at his face, reflecting on his words. She moved closer to him, feeling that maybe he also needed the closeness of another human being like she did.

“Do you... do you sometimes regret killing? Even if it's a battle, even if it's an enemy? Do you regret it?”

Halfdan knew much depended on his answer. He also knew what kind of answer Pia wanted, because he was aware of how much she was terrified of the sight of the bloody eagle. She was sensitive and delicate. She was a flower that he wanted to protect from strong winds and trampling. But lying was not an option. He wanted her to know what he was like.

"First battles are never easy," he began diplomatically. “You don't see them as humans anymore. You see them as targets, sacrifices. It becomes kill or be killed.”

Pia bit her lower lip. It didn't agree with her vision of the world, but she had to apply a cultural filter. That's how they were brought up, that's what their culture looked like. There was blood everywhere.

"I have never liked red," she whispered. Halfdan looked at her with puzzlement. She just waved her hand. “It doesn't matter. I will never be part of your society.”

“You will!” he shouted. Pia hushed him with an equally loud, shh, seeing Blaeja stir. After a moment, he repeated, his voice quiet. “You will. You only need time. You will learn to live among us.”

Pia sighed, then smiled genuinely. Halfdan, fascinated by how beautiful her face looked at that moment, put his hand to her cheek. Pia let him do it, aching to feel more warmth. She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch, and when she opened her eyes, Halfdan's lips were just centimetres away from hers. Pia did not know what to do. Would it be all right to get carried away or should she remain loyal to Ivar?

The decision was made for her.

“Pia! Pia!” shouted a familiar voice. Pia jumped from Halfdan to the proper distance. Hvitserk entered the tent. He was panting, his face was arranged into ugly fear. “You have to go with me... Ivar... he... he almost killed Sigurd.”

Fuck.

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salimahbicharara-comun · 6 years

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Under the Mistletoe

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Summary: Modern AU. Ivar hates people. It doesn’t matter if it’s his family or the family of his family. It doesn’t matter if it’s his nephews and nieces (that he loves with all his cold heart but he’s never gonna say it out loud). And it doesn’t matter if his mama invited the girl he has the most embarrassing crush on, he’s going to hate her too.

Word Account: 4900+ (yeah it’s 5300 words long I just don’t want to say it)

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of alcoholism, kids being little shits, my horrible writing, etc.

A/N: This is my contribution for @ivartheboneme‘s Writing Challenge. My prompt was “Is that a mistletoe in your hair?”. Congratulations for your 1200 followers, honey!

I’m obssesed with the idea of Ivar touching the piano and interacting with his nephews and nieces, okay? Don’t judge me.

Thank you so much for being my beta @brightlycoloredteacups, and for making those amazing comments while doing it. You’re the absolute best.

Ao3 link here and spanish version here.

I think is painfully obvious that english isn’t my first language, so if you see any mistakes in the narration is because of that. Please let me know what do you think! The credit of the gif goes for it’s respective owner.

It was already getting dark and the smell of dinner was already spreading throughout the gigantic house. There was snow on the street and the children of the neighborhood kept playing outside, throwing snowballs and making angels on the ground. The living room was illuminated by the lights of the Christmas tree and the gifts were scattered around it, too many to fit all under the tree. The whole family had gathered, and for the first time in a long time a whole day passed without a fight breaking out in the house.

Ivar wondered how much damage he’d do to himself if he jumped out of the window on the second floor, and if the snow would cushion his fall.

He watched as Ubbe ran through the living and dining room chasing Mason and Igor, imitating the sounds of a beast. At first Ivar thought it was cute, but after they tripped on his cane three times he was beginning to want to strangle them with the beard of Santa Claus's ornament.

It's not that Ivar doesn’t love his nephews; on the contrary, he adores them –though he will never admit it– but only the first thirty minutes of their presence. Like with almost all the children he has know in his life, the first hour or two are angels. Everything they do is tender or funny, something worthy of a suburban mother recording and uploading to the internet to show off her golden children.

But after the fifth time they throw something in your direction just to pick it up from the ground and put it in its place you start wanting to wrap them in wrapping paper and give them to the hungry forest bears for Christmas.

Or maybe it’s just Ivar who thinks that, who knows.

Right at that moment he was trying to relax in the armchair in the living room, facing the fireplace. The cold of December made her bones ache, and as often as the main door and the door of the terrace opened and closed, the icy air entered the house. The pain in his legs was making him even more moody than usual.

But one of his countless nieces and nephews –there are seven, in fact; three girls and four boys–, Gallett, had gotten bored with the Christmas cartoons and decided to go to keep his grumpy uncle Ivar company. His idea of 'company' was to throw bread rolls at him and stare at him blankly. Ivar likes Gallett; he doesn’t talk much and usually kept himself busy. But like every child, he’s still one, and after a while Ivar just couldn’t stand him.

"Stop that," he told him when another little ball of bread hit his cheek. Gallett ignored him and threw another, "If you keep doing that I'll hang you up on the balcony for three hours." Gallett stuffed a ball of bread into his mouth and looked at him blankly. Another thing about Gallett: he doesn’t feel intimidated by his threats. "I hate you."

"Grandma says that's what you tell the people you love." Gallett slowly ate the bread ball and threw another one at Ivar. Ivar caught it and threw it into the fireplace. "So I'll take it as a compliment."

Ivar sent him a cold, indifferent look. Gallett returned it.

"Gallett, leave your uncle alone. Go with your father; he's going to throw some fireworks, if you want to see." Aslaug went to the corner where they were and stroked her grandson's hair, nudging him in the direction of the hallway towards the patio door. The slightest expression of emotion crossed Gallett's face before he rose from the floor calmly and disappeared into the corridor.

Ivar watched as his nephew left and then turned to his mother. Aslaug sat next to him on the couch and leaned against him, a glass in her hand. "You had tamed the beast, there."

"I‘m learning, leave me alone. Surely it took you awhile to deal with children when you had us."

"Only with you, Ivar. You were a pain in the ass for years, throwing me pancakes and pulling my hair at every opportunity you had."

Ivar rolled his eyes and looked at the fireplace, but a smile crept over his lips. Aslaug sipped at her glass and curled up beside him, staring at the blazing fire in front of them as well. Ivar stretched out his legs and glanced at the contents of his mother's glass. He hesitated a few moments before asking the question that tickled on the tip of his tongue, "How's rehabilitation going?"

Aslaug exhaled slowly through her nose, thinking about her answer for a few seconds before turning to him, fiddling with the orange juice in her hand, "Better, actually. It was a good decision that of the psychologist too. It has helped me a lot. You should look for one too." Ivar huffed and Aslaug hit him on the shoulder, "It would help you with those anger problems of yours. Maybe even help you talk to, I do not know, girls, maybe?"

"Okay, we're in dangerous territory." Ivar stretched and stepped out of his mother's grip, moving to the other end of the couch. Aslaug giggled and put her feet up on the couch, tucking them under it. "We won’t have this conversation again. Not now, or ever."

Aslaug took another sip from her glass and rested her head on the sofa, "Oh, please. It's not like I'm matchmaking you with a girl I knew in the market."

"You never go to the market, and of course you do. You love your grandchildren and you want one of me, but that won’t happen." Ivar used his cane to point his mother accusingly. Aslaug just rolled her eyes and hid her smile behind her glass.

Aslaug pulled her legs out from under her and put her shoes on again, watching as the rest of the family entered the living room. The voices outside stopped and a few minutes later Ubbe appeared in the room, Mason, Igor and Gallett behind him. Passing the festivities with all the Lothbrok’s in one house was a strange concept to analyze.

Hvitserk, Margrethe, and Sigurd's girlfriend, Blaeja, were still in the kitchen, preparing the immense Christmas dinner. That could be one of the only reasons that Ivar was still in the house. That, and that his mother had insisted on having a peaceful and conflict-free meeting. Only for once.

Ivar could never deny something to his mother.

The family settled in the room and everyone kept busy. The children ran and shouted and played as they always did and nobody paid much attention to them. One of the TVs was still on on the second floor, the muffled sound of voices and music reaching the living room. The children left the tv on again.

Aslaug took a last sip of her juice before pulling the sleeve of Ivar's jacket, "Play something with me."

Ivar couldn’t say no to her, so he nodded and stood up, watching his mother's smile grow. His cane was a bit different today; that morning Igor and Malena thought it would be fun if they wrapped his cane with wrapping paper and glitter, sticking some Christmas decorations and Hello Kitty stickers. Ivar loves it, but he wasn’t going to tell them that. He still has some pride left, no matter how much Sigurd tried to deny it.

His mother sat on the bench of the black grand piano and made room for him, patting the padded surface of the seat. Ivar managed to put his legs under the piano and set his cane aside. Gallett took it and hid behind the sofa where Ubbe and Igor were sitting. Ivar ignored him.

Aslaug ran her fingers gently over the piano keys, feeling the soft texture. With a soft breath, she pressed a key and the sound echoed in the room.

Nobody was paying special attention to them, and Ivar doubted that it would change, so he played another key. Aslaug smiled at him and pressed another. Ivar pressed his lips together to keep from smiling, "What do you want to play?"

"Surprise me."

Ivar thought for a few moments before starting to play the song he knew by heart. Aslaug watched him press the keys, humming the song until it was her turn to play. It was a duet, a calm piece that they had been in the habit of playing since Ivar was a kid and his mother started teaching him to play the piano to give him a hobby. Of all the things of his childhood, this was one of the things that Ivar missed the most.

Ivar almost felt breathless when the song ended, his hands still hovering over the keys. His mother didn’t seem affected in the least, apart from the smile that stretched across her lips. Ivar was about to suggest touching another song when she interrupted him, "I have a surprise for you."

Ivar raised an eyebrow at the sudden statement, "Really? What?"

Aslaug bit her lip and looked over her shoulder, directing her eyes in the direction of the front door. "I invited Hvitserk's friend."

"Hvitserk has a lot of 'friends', mama. You'll have to be more specific than that."

Aslaug rolled her eyes, but she didn’t stop smiling, "The pretty 'friend', Ivar. You know who I'm talking about."

Ivar felt his cheeks heat up and fought against the feeling. He wasn’t going to blush just for the mention of Hvitserk's pretty neighbor, the pretty girl with a dazzling smile and captivating eyes and soft skin and sweet voice... And it's not as if he had some ridiculous crush on her, of course not. But yeah, he does have a ridiculous crush on her, but that is something he is not willing to admit. Not to himself, and not to his mother.

Aslaug tapped him on the forehead when he stayed silent, "Don’t panic, fool. She’s not going to eat you."

"I'm not panicking," he said, but the tremor in his voice gave him away.

It was his mother's turn to raise an eyebrow in his direction, "You Lothbrok’s are so dramatic. Nothing bad will happen just because you talked to a pretty girl, Ivar. It's not the end of the world."

"The end of mine, yes." Ivar tried to ignore the fact that he had practically confirmed what his mother told him. "I'm going to hide with Gallett for the rest of the night, bye."

"Ivar," His mother scolded him, but Ivar was already limping toward the white couch to his left.

Ubbe gave him a strange look when he dropped behind him, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Running from my problems." Ubbe just shrugged and continued talking to his eldest son.

Gallett made space for him in his hiding place and returned his cane, taking out a video game console from his jacket pocket, "Hard night, huh?"

Ivar watched as the console screen illuminated Mario Kart. "My turn is next."

"As you wish." Gallett shrugged and reached for a piece of cake from a plate beside him. The child knew how to form a good hiding place; Ivar had to grant him that.

After maybe an hour of passing the console between them –six wins for Ivar and nine for Gallett. Ivar owes him a piece of cake– Ivar's legs were starting to hurt and the food was gone.

"I'm bored." Gallett turned off the console and put it back in his jacket, leaning against the back of the couch.

Ivar imitated him, "Me too. I don’t want to go out."

"Why not?"

Ivar pursed his lips and refused to look at his nephew, "Someone that I don’t want to be here is coming soon."

Gallett was silent for a few seconds before reaching for his cane and beginning to fiddle with a Scooby Doo sticker, “You don’t like that person? Like uncle Sigurd?"

Ivar snorted at the mention of his brother's name, but ignored it in order to keep the thread of the conversation. "I do like her." Gallett looked at him oddly. "But I do not want her to come today. People don’t like me."

Gallett frowed and looked at him with his gigantic blue eyes. Sometimes it was so obvious that he was a son of Ubbe, the resemblance was chilling. "What's wrong with you?"

Ivar looked at him as if he had grown another head, "When you were younger and you didn’t want to go to bed, your father told you that Uncle Ivar was going to come and eat you."

"I think you're fine." Gallett shrugged and returned the cane, picking up the empty pie plate and standing up.

Ivar smiled at him from below, "Thank you, dwarf, but that's because I have a sweet spot for you."

Gallett smiled too, the slightest curve in his small lips, "Dad says you also have a sweet spot for Y/N, so I don’t think you’ll have any problems with her tonight." Gallett straightened his hair and came out of hiding, disappearing into the hallway that led to the kitchen. Ivar wanted to sink his head in the earth in shame; even his eight year old nephew knew of his oh-so-obvious crush.

He sat there for a few minutes, contemplating again his plan to flee through the second floor window. He was still planning the perfect escape when a small hand landed on his shoulder. Ivar was ready to turn around and tell one of the countless children to leave him alone, but he stopped when he saw the mop of curly blond hair staring at him with a candy-smeared smile.

Ivar exhaled slowly and smiled at the little girl, "Thora, you're full of candy."

Thora didn’t answer him and instead pointed her plump finger at something on top of him, sticking her other hand full of what looked like cotton candy –where the hell did she get that thing?– in her mouth. A small cluster of mistletoe hung above their heads on the wall, perched so innocently against the upholstered wall. That must have been Hvitserk's work.

Ivar looked at the plant poisonously for a while before returning his gaze to his favorite niece in the entire universe, "What's up, sweetheart? Do you want me to give you a kiss?"

Thora removed her hand from her mouth and pulled a milk caramel out of her dress pocket and offered it to him. Thora, like Gallett, was a girl of few words. But unlike her older cousin, Thora was an angel on Earth. Of course, she still throws tantrums and rages and cries and screams, but for Ivar's eyes there is no girl more perfect than her.

Ivar accepted the candy without hesitation and kept it in his pocket, indicating that he would eat it later. Thora smiled again, as widely as her face allowed, and closed her eyes and moved her head to the side, offering him her cheek.

Ivar let out a chuckle and pressed a soft kiss on his niece's plump cheek and pinched her stomach gently, earning a squeak and a giggle. Thora sank her hands in his hair and waved it.

"Thora, enough, your hands are dirty." Sigurd appeared in his line of vision and approached his daughter, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her away from Ivar. Ivar fixed his hair, feeling how the candy had stuck to the strands. The sensation made him shudder.

Ivar sent a bitter look at his brother, "You always kill the fun."

"She was ruining your precious hairstyle. You should thank me. "Sigurd rolled his eyes and pulled out a napkin from God knows where and began to clean Thora's hands and face. Ivar still couldn’t understand how his brothers had obtained that strange ability to have everything they needed when they became parents, and he doubted that he would ever understand it.

Sigurd pet his daughter on the back and sent her to the kitchen, where her mother Blaeja was still preparing dinner. It was already around seven in the evening and there was still no sign of you, but the dinner smelled amazing.

Ivar watched as his brother stood up and offered his hand. Sigurd rolled his eyes when Ivar didn’t immediately accept, "Don’t be paranoid, chicken feet, take it and get up. Dinner will be ready soon." Ivar ignored his hand and stood up on his own. Sigurd huffed and stepped back, offering him his cane hesitantly. Ivar took it reluctantly.

Sigurd's expression changed to a mocking one, "Also, Y/N will arrive soon. I don’t think hiding behind the couch is very seductive of you." Ivar sent daggers to his brother's back as he walked away.

With a defeated sigh, he left his hiding place and went into the living room again. His mother played the piano absentmindedly, her gaze lost in the snow falling outside. He was about to approach his mother again when the doorbell rang. Ivar froze, and he could see from his place how his mother's eyes lit up.

"I’ll go."

Ivar moved as fast as he could towards her, "Mama, no."

Aslaug stood up and sent him to the same look she gave him when he behaved like a little shit when he was six years old. Ivar groaned and collapsed next to Ubbe, watching his mother's smile grow and then disappear from his sight on the way to opening the door. Ivar sank on the couch, pouting. Ubbe patted his head the same way he did with his children when they were upset.

"You look stressed."

"Oh, you think so?" Ivar rolled his eyes.

Ubbe tapped him on the ear, "Relax. A friendly face would do you good right now, don’t you think?"

Ivar nibbled on his lip, "Y/N is not my friend."

"Well," Ubbe's lips stretched in that smile he always kept hidden from everyone except his brothers, "You could always end up being more than friends tonight."

Ivar growled and sank deeper into the sofa. There was more of his body on the floor than on the seat. "Not you too."

Ubbe opened his mouth to answer him, but the sound of the door closing and footsteps coming down the hall stopped him. Ivar tensed for what seemed like the fifth time that night and hurried to straighten up, and ignored Ubbe's gaze when he tried to make his hair look good. The cotton candy had stuck to his hair, and there was no way he could get it out before you arrived.

Ivar was having a mini panic attack when his mother reappeared in the living room, talking casually to someone who was following her closely. You entered behind Aslaug, taking off the giant blue coat and hanging it on the rack. You wore another sweater under your coat, and a bright green hat rested on your hair, which was slightly damp from the snow that melted on it. Ivar lost his breath.

"You're drooling, duck head." Ubbe hit him on the shoulder and laughed, bringing him back to reality, "If you're so worried about talking to her, just act like you're talking to me." Ivar grimaced. Ubbe rolled his eyes, "Well, as if you were talking to someone you like." Ivar's expression didn’t change. Ubbe sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "Just don’t be an asshole, Ivar. Please."

Now, that was something Ivar wanted to do, but he doubted he could do it. Ubbe gave him one last squeeze of encouragement on the shoulder and stood up to greet you, putting a sincere smile of welcome and talking casually with you. Ivar almost wanted you to talk to his brother for the rest of the night, no matter how much his stomach twists with jealousy at the thought.

Aslaug and Ubbe talked with you for a while, the children circling around him. Bjorn greeted you briefly before disappearing to God knows where –Ivar had to make a better effort to get to know his family–. Ivar entertained himself with his phone for a few minutes before Ubbe went to the kitchen, winking at him before disappearing from view.

Now his mother was alone with you. That's not good.

Ivar could feel it before it happened. His mother brought you closer and closer to him, chatting quietly about anything that came up. Ivar tried not to react every time you laughed or raised your voice a bit when they played a topic that excited you.

Finally, Aslaug stood up, "Dinner is almost ready, they must surely need help. Y/N," she paused, and Ivar couldn’t help but look up from his phone. His mother was watching him out of the corner of her eye, "I'll leave you in Ivar's capable hands." She paused again, this time looking directly at him, telling him with just her eyes that he couldn’t ruin it. "Ivar, behave." And she left the living room.

Ivar was tempted to just ignore you and keep fiddling on his phone, as he did with everyone he was left alone with, but he couldn’t do that to you. 'Don’t be an asshole.' Ubbe's voice echoed in his head. Yeah, right. He can work with that. Great, cool, okay.

You put your hands on your lap nervously, avoiding looking at him and instead observing the burning fire of the fireplace. You nibbled your lip with insecurity, and Ivar clenched his hands into fists. He wanted to be the one to bite that lip.

He leaned back against the couch and tried to act like you were someone else, "You look terrible." Suave, Lothbrok.

Fortunately, you had never been one of the people Ivar could intimidate. You raised an eyebrow in his direction, "What a lovely observation. Do you say that to all the pretty girls you meet?"

Ivar felt the corner of his mouth rise. Holy shit, you're amazing. "I never said that I think you’re pretty." Ivar has never doubted your charisma and kindness, but he knows that if he continues on that path your patience will end quickly. You had never been very patient with him, anyway. Maybe that's why Ivar was so attracted to you. "In any case, I don’t even know if I would put my efforts into conquering you."

You snorted and shook your head, your wet hair shaking gently, "Your efforts shouldn’t be very impressive, then. I've never seen you with a girl other than your mother."

"Excuse you, my moma is an excellent company, thank you very much."

You opened your mouth to reply, but there was no malice in your eyes when you answered. "I'm glad to know there's a man left in the Lothbrok family who values a woman."

Ivar shrugged, stretching his legs. His stomach was a knot of nerves, but he was managing it well. You still haven’t tried to slap him, that's a good sign. "Only one? What about Hvitserk? I've always thought he was a charming young man, don’t you think?"

You pressed your lips to hide your smile. That is another thing that Ivar likes about you; While you would never take his shit, you were not willing to fight forever either. Maybe it was because you felt that he didn’t really say anything to you for the purpose of hurting you, but Ivar could never be sure. Not with you.

"Your definition of 'charming' is very different from mine, Lothbrok."

"Oh, please, we've talked about this." Ivar allowed himself to smile, his usual arrogant facade surfacing for the first time since I heard your name that night, "For you, I'm Ivar, angel."

"Ew." A voice sounded behind them. From the threshold of the corridor, Gallett peeked not so discreetly and showed an expression of disgust. "They are flirting. Gross."

Ivar rolled his eyes when Hvitserk's voice came into the room, "You are the worst spy ever. You just lost your piece of pumpkin pie."

Gallett redirected his attention to the threat. Interesting, that's what scares him, lose treats. Ivar made a mental note.

The voice of his nephew and his brother disappeared quickly, submerged in a fight in the kitchen. By now, it must have seemed like chaos. There were still some children in the room with you and with Ivar –Malena and Mason, Bjorn’s kids, played cards in front of the fire and screamed every time one of the two changed the rules–.

You stared at the place where Gallett had been a few seconds before, "What was that?"

Ivar didn’t want to answer, "My family likes to play matchmakers, as you can tell."

"With us?" You asked. Ivar shrugged. You snorted, "That’s ridiculous."

Ivar tried not to take that statement too personal, "You tell me. Mama wants more grandchildren. Three is not enough. She wants at least one of each of us."

"Ubbe already has two; take one and you're tied."

Ivar let out a chuckle, "That would stop her from pressure me, at least."

You let out a ragged laugh –Ivar didn’t feel that shit of butterflies in the stomach,– and took off your shoes, tucking your legs under you in the same way that Aslaug had done almost two hours before.

You looked around, "It's nice here. I didn’t do much in my apartment, I just put a little plastic tree and that's it. It's nice to see a well-decorated house."

"That's what everyone says, until they have to remove the goddamn lights."

You gave him an incredulous look, "Like you had ever untangled the christmas lights." Ivar hid his smile behind his hand, and shrugged his shoulders in defeat.

"You caught me. I'm a spoiled brat."

You laughed, this time a real laugh, and you reclined on the couch. Ivar stretched out his legs and stroked a spot on his knee. The cold was no longer affecting him as much as it had in the day, and his legs didn’t hurt anymore. Maybe that was the reason why his mood changed so suddenly.

He was still leaning on his legs when you directed your attention to him again. Ivar saw how you opened your mouth to speak and then you closed it abruptly, looking at something on him.

"What?" He asked.

You had eyebrows together in confusion, "Is that mistletoe in your hair?"

Ivar imitated your expression and brought both hands to his head. Effectively; there was something stuck to his hair just above the nape of his neck. His eyes widened. "Fucking shit."

You tightened your lips to contain a smile and stood up in front of him, "Let me see."

"No, go away." He refused to lower his arms.

You sighed and hit him on the forehead. "Do you want to have a branch of mistletoe in your hair all night so that your whole family can see it?" Ivar thought about the question for a few seconds before shaking his head, "Then let me help you. Put your hands down."

Ivar did hesitantly, and immediately you went to work. He had to tilt his head so you could easily check his hair, so Ivar had his forehead resting on your abdomen throughout the process. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the moment.

"Here it is! The intruder has been removed." You waved the mistletoe in front of you. Malena and Mason saw the movement and rushed to scream.

"Kiss!"

Ivar sent them a poisonous look, "Keep playing poker, little beasts." He growled, but none of them backed up. His threatening magic was fading; he had to work on it later.

"Kiss!" They repeated. God, Ivar hates children.

You raised a mocking eyebrow in his direction and lowered the mistletoe, "What? Don’t you want to kiss me, Lothbrok?"

"You would like it so much you would never want to stop, angel. I don’t want you obsessed with me." He lied. Ivar wanted to kiss you more than anything in the world, but not right now. Not for a stupid mistletoe, and not with his nephews watching him.

"Only one?" You held your finger in the air. The mocking smile that spread across your lips let him know you weren’t serious. The idea made him angry.

Before he knew what he was doing, Ivar pulled on your arm and dragged you close to him, you stomach against his chest. You gasped with surprise when he pulled you again, bringing you to the same height. "Remember that you asked for it."

Ivar hadn’t kissed anyone in a long, long time, so he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing. He thought about what he would like to feel when a person kissed him and tried to imitate it, but the very sensation of your lips against his made his head spin. He could hear the screams of disgust from his nephews in the background, but he couldn't care less.

The kiss didn’t last long, maybe five or seven seconds, but Ivar's heart was beating a thousand times per hour by the time they separated. He searched your face for some sign of discomfort or anger, but you seemed as breathless as he was. You just stared at each other for a few seconds before you raised your hand and hit him with the mistletoe branch.

"You're an asshole!"

Ivar paused, "Ouch," he said blankly.

You let the mistletoe branch fall to one side and pushed him gently. "The next time you're going to kiss me I'd like you to let me know before!"

Ivar was still too stunned to react correctly to your words, "You... kiss... what?"

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "You know, take me to dinner, watch a movie, take me home and then kiss me at the door. Is it that none of the Lothbrok knows how to treat a lady?"

"And you say that while you hit me with a mistletoe?" Ivar was slowly returning to his senses, and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

You crossed your arms and gave him a look of 'Try me, bitch.' Ivar did not dare to mess with you right now. Not while the opportunity of his life was presented in front of him.

"Okay, if you want it." Ivar pretended that his stomach wasn’t doing a gymnastics show and shrugged, straightening. "Y/N, would you like to have dinner with me so I can kiss you all I want afterwards?"

You let your arms fall to your side, but the corner of your mouth rose in a small smile, "It's not what I expected, but I know it's the best I can get from you. Wednesday, at six, in my place. A movie and pizza, you think that’s okay?"

Ivar fucking loved it. "Yeah, sure."

Ivar tried to not smile like an idiot in love but he knew he was failing. He hoped that the brightness in your eyes was the same feeling as his and not mocking, because his poor and cold soul couldn’t stand that.

Hvitserk shouted from the kitchen, "Dinner is ready!"

Mason and Malena got up from the floor and ran to the kitchen, completely forgetting the romantic statement they had just witnessed. You looked in the direction of the kitchen. "We should go before the good seats are taken."

Ivar wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, sinking his head into your stomach, "Yeah, in a moment."

You laughed and fiddled with his hair, pulling gently. "You're the strangest person I've ever met, Lothbrok."

Ivar thought of the way his heart skipped a beat every time he saw you, and how he had managed to have a decent conversation without insults with you for several minutes. He thought about how he had kissed someone for the first time in years and how he had scheduled a date for next week.

"The feeling is mutual, angel."

A/N: Erik, Alexa, Malena and Mason are Bjorn’s kids, and Igor and Gallett are Ubbe’s kids. Thora is the most spoiled and loved little girl that the Lothbrok family ever laid their eyes on, and it’s Sigurd’s first and only daughter. Hvitserk likes to eat, so it only makes sense if he likes to cook too, right?

I maybe made Aslaug a little too OCC in this fic, but I wanted her to have interactions with Ivar so badly it hurted, so yeah, enjoy it and don’t complain.

As always, leave a comment of what do you think and if you see any mistake, let me know!

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