#toxic x ivar

[lavender-romancer]

Winter

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader CW: suicide mentions, conflict

You wanted to be his again, not owned by him but a part of him. But it had been so long since you'd felt close to Ivar that it felt out of reach as he descended into rage filled madness

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You were drifting apart more and more with every hastily made decision fueled by anger that Ivar made. He would curse you, berate you and you could do anything because you didn't trust that he wouldn't kill you himself. You knew something was deathly wrong when you kept finding yourself high on a hill looking over a rock face, moving closer to the edge every time and not feeling afraid. It was impossible to not feel that you were lost in the dark of Ivar's tyranny. But you still craved his adoration, his love and the affirmation that he only wanted you. All of these things would never happen now, you weren't good enough for him.

You needed him running through your veins like a sickness that couldn't be cured- a toxicity that fuelled your love and in turn, your hatred for him. You didn't want to need anyone, when you were younger your mother had always taught you to never need anyone more than yourself. To stay self-reliant and not let anyone control you but, it was impossible. When you met Ivar he was the son of Ragnar, a grumpy boy with no battle experience and a soft spot for you. Now, after 6 years of marriage you couldn't decide if you needed to try harder or just throw yourself on to that cliff face.

"It feels like he's trying to erase me, fade me out of his life and forget I was ever there." You told Helga as you sat descaling some fish with her.

"Ivar is… complicated, I'm sure I had this conversation with you when you started seeing him. He's a different type of person from us. Not as emotional," she tried to smile but could tell that her words weren't necessarily comforting.

"I was so convinced that he loved me then, that he would do anything for me. But he just wants power and money and meaningless sex, I just can't believe he deceived me into this marriage." Helga suddenly gripped your hand.

"This is not your fault. As you said, you were deceived by someone who claimed to love you. The boy has some kind of power. It pulls some people in and I don't know what it is but it captured you," She paused. "I think you should tell him."

"He wouldn't even see me, I can guarantee there's a thrall rooted to his lap right now." You clenched your teeth together and tried to hold in your rage.

"You need to let it out, your rage. Go to the top of a mountain and scream, allow yourself to feel it." Helga suggested and you nodded.

"What I really want is to have him, it's pathetic but I'm so in love with him it's hard to overcome." You placed down the fish and groaned.

"It will pass, and if it doesn't, meet someone else who will be more emotionally attentive. Ivar seems like the kind of man who needs other people's feelings laid out in front of him." Helga smiled and her dark rimmed eyes made contact with you as the two of you carried on with the fish.

Ivar was drunk out of his mind, two naked thralls sitting on his lap as he'd occasionally take their breasts into his mouth. Some days he would forget you were even his wife, you hardly saw each other. He wouldn't say it was an excuse for his behavior but it was definitely a promoting factor of it. You used to smother him, cover him in a blanket of affection and make him feel like no one could hurt him. Ivar didn't remember when that stopped but he also didn't remember when he began sleeping with other women. The crossover between the two was so seamless it made him feel less remorseful, as if your absence made his actions warranted.

When Ivar saw you walk into the Great hall he felt less than he thought he would. In some ways he was happy to see how miserable you looked, hopeful you'd come crawling back to him in pure adoration. Ivar couldn't think of a better way to gain a woman's affection than by making her jealous. Unaware of his ridiculous thought process, Ivar continued looking you up and down through his eyebrows. You could only glare back at him as you headed towards your room, but you annoyingly had to go past Ivar.

"You despise me, wife?" Ivar asked and you stopped in your tracks, sighing deeply.

"Yes." You said simply, even though you loved him you needed him to wake up.

"But… that's not. What?" He said confused, pushing the thralls to the floor, with a resounding yelp from both the women.

"What do you want, Ivar?" You looked at him with such disdain it genuinely surprised him.

"You cannot speak to me like that!" He yelled and you sighed again.

"Then kill me." You sounded defeated, you didn't care anymore. It would be easier for it to all be over so you didn't have to deal with the emotional turmoil of him.

"I'm not going-" he paused. "You are my wife! Why won't you respect me?" He yelled again and you almost winced at the level of noise he was making.

For a few moments all you could hear was the scrape of his crutch and the crackle of the fire, for a moment it felt surprisingly peaceful. You just wanted to exist in that scene, a beautiful fire with furs on the floor in front of it where the local children would sit and be told stories. There was such a serenity to watching children's faces as they listened to a story, they hadn't experienced the hurt or the pain. All they knew was that this was their favourite day because they could sit inside the great hall and feel important. Even Ivar couldn't take that sense of pride away from them.

"Are you going to say anything, wife?" Ivar broke the blissful silence and you couldn't quite believe how aggravating it all was.

"I hate you, I hate what you've done to me." Was all you said and he looked astonished.

"I won't have this bullshit!" He yelled even louder before calling for his guards. "Tie her to a tree in the forest." He swatted you away like you were a pest but, at this point you saw no reason to resist. Ivar would do whatever he wanted with his power and most of the time that would mean fucking you around.

Even the guards were uncomfortable as they threw a rope over a strong tree branch and tied you by your wrists so that your arms always had to be extended. It wasn't the worst punishment you could have got, you were surprised Ivar hadn't got a lust for blood when you disrespected him. He would continue to degrade you and debase you no matter what you did, even though you loved him it didn't matter anymore. Ivar was so consumed by greed or power or hatred for you that he couldn't focus on anything else.

Your heart felt cold and tight. There wasn't any room for any more love because you had given it all away to someone who didn't want it or didn't realise how much he needed it. In one breath you would hope that he would just come and kill you and in the other, you still hoped he would wait for you. That he would allow your coupling to at least attempt to survive. Sometimes when you were around Ivar, you would feel a tiny part of your body decompose. One part of you died because you couldn't hold on to someone who only wanted to break away from you. But all you wanted was to be taken back to when you were younger, you needed him, you wanted him and he would never be what he was again.

[liveactionproblematicotd]

Vikings (2013 - 2020)

Ivar the Boneless x Hvitserk

Toxic/abusive brother/brother incest

Posted

[axelflare9700]

Ivar x Katherine Vampire Au where she turned him during the Viking time and he was imprisoned until he was awakened in Mystic Falls by Elena Gilbert he is in love with Katherine he was the first one she turned before Damon and Stephan they are toxic lovers and he's ripper

[fightersoftherealms]

@x-violentdelights​ gets a starter for Ivar

Shadows brought her to Ivar’s place, and she found herself sitting at his table, grey hue looking upon him as she emerged from said shadows, though they lingered around her as she sat there, Stella’s head resting in her lap as she glided painted nails through her fur while she gathered her thoughts. “I want to kill them all, Ivar.” She starts now, knowing that yes her family wasn’t exactly good and they didn’t have good intentions, not after what they had put her and Dorian through. Her brother, had it worse than she did of course there was no denying that. “I want the coven to start fresh, clean out the toxic. How would one go about that?” She asks him now, her parents power coursing through her veins and she hated it. She wished she hadn’t let her power take over and took control of that matter, but it had been done, their tainted gifts only boosting her own for the time being, it wouldn’t last, but it wasn’t like Sage was herself right now. She was running on rage, something she hadn’t felt since that night they told her about Dorian, and perhaps she should of killed them then, but leaving them locked up and tortured sounded like a worse punishment than death. Not anymore though. 

[kikovalkiko]

Hi guys!

I am so sorry for letting you wait so long for the next chapter of the Toxic series. At this moment I have no motivation to do anything. I’ve been super depressed for the last couple weeks and right now, there is no coming out of this hole. I don’t really now what to do tbh.

I am greatful for everyone that read and liked the story. I don’t now if I’m strong enough to finish it (no pun intended lol).

Thank you for listening.

Xoxo

[bjornswoman]

Toxic I

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! First of all, thank you for your support. As for this, it was supposed to be one-shot, but there is going to be a part two. Stay tuned, thank you for reading this and have a nice day!

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x Reader

Genre: Modern!au, smut, angst, drama.

Summary: You and your ex end things.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, strong language, cheating, a little bit of jealousy.

Part two

"And do you know what's the worst part? The worst part is that instead of hating you, I am hating myself! Because I still fucking believe that you are a good person! When you clearly aren't!"

"I am not a good person, right, (Y/N)? And you? What about you? You are a good person right? If you believe that, you are wrong! You are as evil and bad person as I am! We are the same and you can't do nothing about it! Admit it, my love, you are as ruined as I am!"

"You are the worst person I have ever met, Ivar! I don't even want to look at you! How could I even let myself trusting you? Falling in love with you? What a fool I am!"

"Falling in love with me? If you call this love, then clearly you don't know what love means, (Y/N)!"

"Oh right! And you do know, don't you? You know everything! You are always right! You don't know what's love either! How could you, you have never loved anyone!"

"Don't fucking turn your back on me when you are talking, woman! Don't you dare to leave! I haven't spoke my last word!"

"Fuck off! You are the one who always says the last word, the conversations end when you decide, but not this one! I don't want to hear anything! We are fucking done! I can't stand you, Ivar! I just can't......"

You left after that, but there were night that you wished you had stayed. Maybe if you did had stayed, you would be his wife now and not that bitch. Her name was Freydis or something. She was the most fake person you had ever met. She was beautiful but fake and that meant a lot of things for her. She was happy with her rich husband. Actually, wealth was the only think whick made her happy. She didn't care about Ivar, he was the last thing she cared about, when he seemed to love her.

You were both happy and angry about this. That woman clearly didn't love him, but he loved her. You were happy that he had found a woman to really love. You knew that whatever it was between you wouldn't work out. You had always been fighting for nothing. He was overreacting about men being around and the same you did about women around him.

His words were true. You were the same, that was the main reason a relationship between you would never been healthy. That didn't mean that you there wasn't love. You loved him and he loved you, but you were so alike to make it work. Both of you so bloody stubborn and short-tempered. In that house of yours every day were setting a battle between Ivar and you. Most of the times he was the one who decided that it had to be finished. He was worse than you, that was true, but you were bad yourself.

You were married too. Your husband was a good man and a successful businessman. So a deal between Ivar and Erik, your husband, was something that happened and you hadn't seen it coming.

Now you were having dinner with him and his wife at some restaurant, acting like you don't know each other. His piercing blue eyes glanced over at you sometimes and you did the same thing. He looked older, obviously, there were two years from your last time together. His hair was longer than before and his body seemed stronger.

Your eyes stuck somewhere after a while. It was Freydis' round belly. Your eyes widened and your husband along with Ivar noticed. That annoying smirk formed on his face. He knew exactly what you were thinking. You were jealous because he impregnated Freydis and not you. In fact, he had told you that due to his deformity he was unable of having children of his own, but you were the one who told him that this was possible.

"What is it (Y/N)?" Erik asked and you cleared your throat ready to talk. You didn't want to sound all surprised or something. You just wanted them to think that you were just happy. You truly were, but jealousy was the other feeling you had inside you and was eating you alive. You couldn't deny its existence, if you did, you would lie only to yourself, because from the way Ivar was staring at you, you knew too well that he knew how you were feeling as well.

"You are with child! Congratulations!" You said happily and she smiled. She caressed her round belly and Ivar did the same. That move was the one which hurt you the most. "How far are you?" You asked her, but she didn't even opened her name to respond, Ivar was the one who answered you.

"We are on the sixth month." He said all happy and kept staring at you. "What about you? Do have or want to have children?" He asked. You let Erik answer this. He knew your answer. You had told him about this a long time ago.

"Unfortunately, Gods haven't blessed us with a child yet, but both me and my wife, (Y/N) want a child." He said and pulled you closer by your waist and kissed your neck. That was something who didn't went unnoticed by Ivar. He didn't like that movement, you could say. His jaw clenched, but the smirk didn't fade away from his face.

"I hope Frigg bless you with a child!" Freydis exclaimed with a fake smile on her face. You smiled back and caressed your husband's hand. Ivar wasn't pleased by this, but he had to understand that you didn't belong to him. You didn't belong to anyone. You were an independent woman.

"When the Gods think that we are ready the child will come." You spoke and lifted your glass to drink some of your drink, but it was empty. You smiled at all of them and turned to your husband. "I will go buy myself a drink, do you what one?" You asked and he shook his head, meaning that he didn't want a drink and you stood up. You walked to the bar, Ivar was following you. You hadn't noticed but you did when you saw him next to you. The bar was away from your table, so you could curse all you wanted.

When your eyes met his blue ones, they were already up on your figure, you rolled yours and turned to the bartender.

"Scotch without any rock for the Mr Lothbrok." You said looking at the confused face of the bartender.

"Lemonade vodka for Mrs Nelson." He spoke with his cold, stable voice. You turned to him with a smirk on your face.

"Actually, it's scotch on the rocks for me." You said, still looking at him.

"You didn't like scotch before. You used to drink vodka." He stated, placed a cigarette on his mouth and light it up with his favorite lighter. This specific one he loved the most. It was a gift from his mother.

"A lot of things has changed." You said and placed a cigarette on your lips as well, you didn't need to search for a lighter, he light it up for you. "For instance, now I am smoking as well. I didn't use to do that when we were together." You continued and inhaled the smoke of your cigarette. Then you exhaled and took your drink.

"Nah, I don't think so. I see the same stubborn woman, I knew back then. I bet that if I kissed you right now here, you would lean in me kiss." He said and you turned to face him. Who did he think he was? His words upset you, because they were true. Your body responded immediately to his touch, it craved his touch. Actually, you wanted him to touch you know, here. You didn't really care about anyone, but that round belly got you out of your filthy thoughts. That woman had his child inside her. You pushed him back angry and looked back at your table. Erik and Freydis were busy talking about whatever.

"You wouldn't dare." You warned him and that arrogant smile, that you secretly loved, formed on his face. He pulled you closer to him by your wrist. His mouth was inches away from your ear and his hot breath fell on your neck as he spoke.

"Is this a challenge or something?" He whispered to you and your body shivered. He enjoyed it. Probably, he loved seeing like that, loved seeing that he had still such a power on you, after your miserable wedding. You marriage was arranged. Your family needed money and Erik Nelson had a lot lf them. He was a good man and that year of your marriage were good, but you couldn't love him the way you loved Ivar. You could never love anyone else the way you loved him, neither you own husband.

You pulled away from him and tried to calm yourself down. The last thing you wanted was Erik to understand anything. He would start asking things and that would be unpleasant for both of you. But neither Freydis should understand. She was pregnant.

"No, Ivar, it isn't. There are no ifs or challenges. Both of us are married to another people. Your wife is pregnant. You are having a deal with my husband. Things are already complicated Ivar, we don't have to confuse them even more." You started saying. A tear was about to be dropped from your eye. He seemed sad as well. He loved Freydis, she was his wife, the mother of his child, but you, you were the woman he loved more than any other. You would always have a place inside his heart. "What happened between us it was destined to fail. You had told me once that we are the same, that's true, we are and that's the main reason can't be together. We are toxic for each other." You said and wiped the tear awawy when it was dropped.

He didn't answer and that surprised you. Ivar had always had an answer for everything you said, but now nothing. You smiled at him and started walkimg again. His hand stopped you again. He pulled you closer to him and your back collided on his chest. His leaned down mis mouth was close to your ear.

"Meet me after this parody of a dinner and we will put an end on us." He whispered and you closed your eyes for a moment. This would never end for you, but you would meet him.

"Fine." You whispered and both of returned to that table.

When you sat down on your chair your husband's hand wrapped around your waist and his lips left a soft kiss on your cheek. You weren't affected by that. The only thing you could think at that moment, was what would happen after this.

"I got worried about you." Erik said and you rolled your eyes. He was flirting with Freydis. He flirted with any woman, but you didn't really cared being cheated by him. You wouldn't give him the child he wanted it. Your life was miserable and a child would be miserable too and that would be unfair for this kid. He was nothing but good to you, but that wasn't enough for you to love him. You couldn't help your feelings for Ivar. You couldn't make them disappear.

"There were many people waiting for drinks so me and Mr Lothbrok were late." You said looking at Ivar. He was talking with his wife, caressing her belly. Your gaze returned to Erik. He had understood that something was bothering you, but you started talking before he ask. "I am not feeling so well. Can we just go home, Erik?" You asked him and he looked through your eyes. He could sense that something was odd with you and he didn't want to ask anything more than what he already knew.

"We will." He whispered to you and turned to Ivar and Freydis. They were already watching you. Erik had this smile that he had always wore on his face. "(Y/N) isn't feeling alright. I hope you understand that we have to leave. Excuse us, Ivar." He spoke and Ivar's blue eyes met with yours.

"Yes, totally. Erik we will be in touch." He said and all of you stood up. Freydis started walking infront of all of you and Erik followed. "Meet me in an hour where we met for first time." Ivar whispered to you when you walked infront of him. You just nodded and left with your husband.

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When you reached the place, you found him there. He was sitting on a rock and smoking. That reminded you of the old times. You had always found him like this back then.

"You are late, as always." He spoke and threw the cigarette away. He was about to stood up but you stopped him. You sat down next to him. "Your husband is a fool." He said and you turned to face him angry.

"Don't call him that! He is a good man and I feel enough guilty because I lied to him just to meet you." You said and he laughed. That laughter was music to your ears. You missed that. But that laughter meant to mock your husband, so you wouldn't let him see that you liked it.

"It's so easy to lie to him, (Y/N). I told you he is a fool and don't get angry, it's just fact." He stated. He said all of that just to piss you off and he succeeded.

"Anyway, we didn't meet here to talk about Erik. In fact, you told me to meet you here and I came. What is it, Ivar?" You asked, looking at him now. He didn't know how to start, there were so much to be told.

"That night you didn't really stayed to listen what I wanted to tell you." He started and you felt that your mouth was dried. You didn't want to remember that night. It was painful for you. "You told me that I had never loved anyone, but that's not true. I loved you. I was going to tell you, but you never cared to listened to me, (Y/N). You were the only woman I had ever loved. And, as everyone else, you left me because obviously you didn't feel the same thing." He said coldly and you narrowed your eyes. That wasn't true.

"What are you saying?! I did and I fucking do love you even now!" You yelled and stood up fro the rock. You turned your back at him and you placed your hand on your head. He stood up as well. You could feel him right behind you.

The hand of his that didn't hold the scratch, turned you to face you and pulled you closer. You didn't dare to look at him.

"(Y/N) look at me!" He ordered and you obeyed. "Say what tou said before again." He said, but you didn't open your mouth. "Fucking say it!" He yelled.

"I said that I still fucking love you, Ivar." You confessed again and he smiled. He guided his lips on yours. That shocked you, but you leaned in his kiss. You missed the sense of his lips on yours. He was biting your lips hungrily and his hand was pressing your body to his. His grip there was strong and he hurt you a little bit, but you didn't mind. "Why did you do that?" You whispered trying to catch your breath when you pulled away. He didn't let you escape from his strong grip, so your body stayed trapped to him.

"Because I love you too." He said and leaned closer to kiss you again, but you didn't let him kiss you. Ivar looked at you, frowned out of confusion.

"We can't do that, Ivar. You are married and your wife is pregnant and I am married as well." You said, but he didn't seem to care about all that.

"I told you after this night we are done forever. So, let me enjoy this night (Y/N)." He said and pressed his lips on yours again. You didn't resist you let him kiss you. This time his tongue started playing games with yours. His hand that gripped your waist, placed on your hip and squeezed it. You moaned within your kiss and he smiled. "Let's go down there as the old times." He said and you followed him. There was a beach. It was peaceful there. You used to go there all the time when you were together.

You laid down on the sand and he came on top of you. He started letting little kissed, that became little marks after a while. Your moans because of him, drove him crazy. He stopped the contact between your neck and his mouth only to get rid of your shirt and your bra. After this, his attention was on your breasts. One of his hands cupped one of your breasts and the other was attacked by his mouth. You felt really wet and you couldn't help it. Only Ivar could make you feel like that. Your own hands started unbuttoning his black shirt and you took it off his body.

Your eyes fell on his tattooed torso. He covered in tattoos. Your hands started touching his body and he continued doing what he was doing.

"Ahhh, I can't.... Ivar...... I need you....." You said with your moans and he smiled. His skilled hands moved to your jean skirt and he took it off your body along with your panties.

You groaned when his fingers touched your inner thighs and started circling them. Without any warning, his fingers entered you and you screamed him name. His fingers were moving rough and fast inside you and you were moaning louder than before. Your hands forned fists and trapped inside them sand.

"If you continue that way, I will cum on your fingers." You said and he continued what he was doing, but this time his finger moved even faster than before. You couldn't keep yourself anymore. Your walls clenched around his fingers. "Fuck....." You screamed when you realeased yourself on his fingers. He placed his fingers on his mouth and licked your juices. You tried to catch your breath, but he didn't let you because his hands unzipped his pants and took them off along with his boxers. He stroked his member twice before he take place between your legs.

He pushed himself inside you and you growled. He moved fast inside you and that hurt you, because you weren't used with his size. Each time his thrusts were deeper and stronger. You feeled that he was touching you core. You were moaning each time he was pushing himself inside you and he was growling.

"Tell me how good I fill you." He said and you looked at his blue eyes. You tried to catch your breath for a while and answer but that wasn't possible at that moment.

"You....... a-are...... the-the best." You moaned loud and he started laughing. "Fuck....... I-I... can't......" You muttered and he moved rougher inside you. "I'm..... coming....." You announced and you you squeezed around himself. Ivar groaned. "Ivar!" You screamed when you left yourself released around him.

"Fuck, (Y/N)." He growled and pulled himself out of you. Your sweaty body was covered in sand. Your body was covered in purple marks, as well, from his strong hands or scratches and you neck had some hickeys. He laid on sand next to you and turned to look at you, as you were trying to find your breath. "Come on, woman, ride me." He spoke and you did as he said. You tried not to harm his legs. You had this fear that you would hurt him and you didn't want that. You had always been afraid of that. "Move!" He growled and your movements became faster. Your were on top of him, but he couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to feel you again. His hands grabbed you hips firmly and pushed you down to him. He thrusted roughly inside you and you groaned. You started moving your body up and down. His hands were hurting your bruised hips, but you didn't care.

"Ivar...... Ahh, Ivar!" You screamed, when the thrusts of his were rougher and faster inside you and hit your core. Your second release was close and his first too. You clenched around him and he squeezed your hips tighter. "I......... I...... can't.........." You moaned, as you released around him. You closed your eyes tightly and he kept thrusting in you, until it was time for his release. His hot seed filled your walls.

You opened your eyes and found him gazing at the night sky. It was a starry night. He pulled out of you. You got off him and laid down on the sand. You were a mess. Your body was hurting.

As he said, after all this, he put an end on you. Or not?

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius

[jadelynlace]

something of madness for the widow / Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x Reader], prologue

synopsis: You are brave. You are cunning. You are brutal. You are restless. And you are hunting them.

author’s note: refer to this post, your honor, when I go insane and finally snap because I have too many things in progress. details at the end of the post to clear up any confusion. please note that Ivar’s canon brittle bones do not exist in this universe. I have other pain to make up for it. I mean, what?

content warnings: mentions of mafia-style business, weaponry use & references, language, drug use & reference, sexual / adult themes.

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“How about a favor, for an old friend?”

“I am neither old, or your friend, Ragnar. The answer is no,” 

“I have intel on the Galvanic Couple,”

“Does Aslaug still like sweet wine with her dinner?”

“The sky is still blue, dear,”

The pale beauty on the other side of the door had a face that dug into your heart. Blue silk for eyes that hardened like a metal cross with a growl hinted in his speech at his confusion for your sudden arrival. Ragnar promised himself once more that he had “forgotten” the silent promise that he was not to contact you. Certain unanswerable questions had spent too much time forming in his mind, questions you wanted answered just as quickly. But this man with chestnut locks of pulled back hair knew nothing of the hidden crudeness you had sailed upon. 

Your lover turned up dead, lone bullet casing and hair mangled with blood and regrets. Copper polished steel with the whispers of a fake apology for the loss of your husband. But the couple never killed with their own hands; they covered his head with screams and terror and gave him one simple solution to their torture; and you were holding it between your fingers. It was the only reason you are determined to destroy their project, one beautiful blood bath at a time.

“Allow my condolences, once more. Your husband was a good man,” Ragnar started.

“Save it,” You spit quickly. “You have intel, and I want to hear it, we’re not here to shoot the breeze and catch up Ragnar,” Ragnar offered an annoyed sigh, setting his glass down against stained wood grain. A mahogany desk top that you knew was built by the same hands who had supplied some of the best weaponry you had used to date.

“I have intel, yes.” Ragnar spoke, leveling eyes with yours as you took the moment to drown the remains of the amber liquid from your glass. A sting down into your throat. “Quid pro-quo, dear. I’ll tell you something if you tell me,”

“I’m still waiting,” You argue, straightening up your frame as you level a stare against his.

“Can you move ice?” 

“Is that a fucking joke? You know I can move ice—is business that bad for you Ragnar?” You ask but the snicker behind you calls for you immediate attention. 

“Have you met my youngest?” Ragnar says, hand outstretched to his son as he comes through into the locked vicinity of spoken crime. The other man offered you a look, one silent nod in approval—or appreciation, you negated to really care which. “Listen, you work with me for these next few months, and you will get that intel,” He sings, the music floating into your ears as the thought turns over through your head, rolling around the musical notes and the lyrics to his speech. It blindsides you, loudness covering your common sense but in the moment you’re too lost, but too caught up to really care. You want to stamp your signature on the death certificate of that company if it took your own life in the process. Not through one loud bang, or one swish of a blade, but rather one scream at a time. “What do you say?” Ragnar asks, knuckles mingling together as he he folds his hands against his desk. 

“You cover it all—every expense,” And you know with your barter you have this man locked back around your finger. 

“Let me introduce you to your team,” Ragnar says as he stands. His kingdom is a large mansion, labyrinth of halls and twists and turns of marble, gold and well earned, well spent money. There are words he’s speaking to you, stories of golf games and coastal vacations that you couldn’t give less care about if you harbored every angry cell in your entire body. Blue eyes are trailing on your back as if they each hold the red glow of a scope, ready to fire by one small clench of his jaw. His steps ebb and flow, closer to you and then slip back a few feet, silently sizing you up from where you stalk in front of him.

“Excuse me,” You say suddenly at the halt of your feet. “I am trying my best to be polite, but if you move any closer to me, I will tear you apart,” comes your speech through crimson stained lips while those azure orbs take to watching you. Void of all emotion, eyes that look as dead as the stars in the sky take to haunting your own vision as he remains silent. You nod once for his unspoken understanding, still in your same spot as the two of you make no hurry to move in either regard.

“Save the pissing match,” Ragnar calls from the end of the hallway. “You two won’t be able to kill one another,” But those words do peak a sort of petty interest in your mind, this mute solider behind you that seems to be of such a prize to his father. You longed to see him in the field, ruthlessness pouring from each pore like sweat would, pulling men apart and yelling in victory through an estranged war cry. Something about how he towered above you, build sturdy like stone and expressionless, sparked your mind back to your late husband. You wondered if these blue eyes ever melted into a smile. Or if every emotion was boxed away out of spite. He waited for you to lead, resuming the steps and catching up to where Ragnar had stopped: double doors to a room already loud with the sounds of recreation. “My boys like to relax in here, before they return to the real world,” Ragnar says, opening the door. He flicks the lights several times, like a professor trying to wrangle a classroom of unruly, immature students, and each face, all eyes, snap to where you stand with their father. Ragnar takes to stalking into the room, peering around what these men have been up to in their cooling down. “Iron,” Ragnar starts, tapping the shoulder of his eldest son, “Titanium,” He then said, tapping his second born, “Gold, and Mercury,” He spoke, a hand on each of the next two boys. “And that is your partner, Lithium,” And his hand was outstretched back to that man who wore a glare better than you did, cold blue eyes that looked no different. And you knew right then, being at the center of this man’s attention was a very dangerous place to be. “This, boys, is Polonuim,”

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undercover name references for anyone who is not a science nerd, like me, eldest to youngest in this AU: 

Fe (Iron): Bjorn, based on the ironside nickname

Ti (Titanium): Ubbe, low density & high strength

Au (Gold): Sigurd, least reactive

Hg (Mercury): Hvitserk, silent killer

Li (Lithium): Ivar, highly reactive

Po (polonium): Reader, 250-thousand times more toxic than cyanide

Galvanic Couple: in a galvanic couple, the more active metal (the anode) corrodes at an accelerated rate and the more noble metal (the cathode) corrodes at a slower rate. the anode: a human’s body. the cathode: a human’s mind.

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[youaremyfamiliar]

🎬📺 Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order 🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

I was tagged by @saldelys. Thank you hon ❤️

Here we go!

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things | Eddie my love 😩 oh how they wronged you

Ivar the Boneless - Vikings | I hate him so much. But christ how I love him too.

Chandler Bing - F.R.I.E.N.D.S | i’d say SAME chandler

Buffy Summers - BTVS | My hero. Always.

Hieronymus "Harry" Bosch - Bosch | sir.

Phoebe and Piper Halliwell - Charmed | do NOT make me choose 😤

Roman Godfrey - Hemlock Grove | he was just a lonely crazy boy okay 🥹

Brianna Hanson - Grace and Frankie | she’s just so ugh 😩

Five Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy | I adore my murdering father 🥺

Beth Boland ( x Rio) - Good Girls | she’s/they’re so toxic and i fucking hate it 😭 but i need it and i love it

BONUS:

Austin Butler’s Elvis - Elvis 2022 | Is that cheating because it’s literally Elvis? Yes. But I don’t care because that performance was phenomenal and he’s SO pretty. (Tumblr didn’t let me add any more pictures bleh)

And ofc. The list goes on and on.

[ivarthebadbitch]

what do u think like the Ultimate woman for ivar would be like if freydis hadn’t come to kattegat in s5?? one that could actually maybe possibly work out (u know who could find a way to work through the toxic masculinity, intimacy issues and insecurities)?? like i can’t imagine him with a shieldmaidenesque figure cos we know he would Not be able to handle a “strong” woman but i feel like it’s also kind of cliche to have him fall for someone who’s sweet and soft and like on paper the total opposite of him u know?? ur meta gives me life so i’m just curious to see what u think!! <3

first--thanks, glad you’ve been enjoying my meta! second, to your actual question--I actually want to take a step back here and try to reframe this a little. one of the big problems that I have with how most romantic relationships are portrayed on vikings (and this is true of lots of other shows as well) is that there is a strong tendency to implicitly center male partners and their needs, with female partners playing a secondary role. This is true of the supposedly “healthy” relationships on vikings too (see: ubbe and torvi). So while I do like Freydis, I know she fundamentally exists in the narrative for Ivar, and not as an equal partner. I think this is to the detriment of both characters and makes for a weaker story. I’ve actually been thinking about this issue quite a bit as I’ve tried out writing my own Ivar x oc type story for the first time. I’ve been attempting to be really, really conscious of this dynamic, because it’s super easy to slip into it without thinking.

So with this specific question, let’s flip it around and think more about the kind of work Ivar would need to do to be prepared to have a relationship. There’s no ideal partner out there who can fix his problems, and at any rate, the onus is very much on him to sort out his own issues, which, as you point out, are significant. And I’m not saying Ivar (or anybody else) has to be perfect before getting into a relationship, but there needs to be a basis for mutual respect and a fundamental understanding that the other person in the relationship is, you know, a real person. He’s not at that point in 4b, certainly, and I don’t think he’s at that point by 6b either. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t get there, of course! 

I know this is maybe not the answer you were looking for, but that’s what I’ve got :) 

[conaionaru]

Honor and Blood (Ivar the Boneless)

I'll run to you

Synopsis: 

Warnings: Ivar, Silas, toxic family, mentions of murder, angst

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P.S. I did some edits of Ivar x Vanya. And I found the perfect song for them (where the title of this chapter comes from) and made an edit of that as well.

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When Vanya was a little girl, she dreamt of marrying a noble Prince and becoming his Queen. She imagined a huge castle and her father visiting her as often as possible. Even her mother was proud of her for being a good Christian wife.

Never did she dream of being here, drifting on a boat with a sore shoulder, woozy from mead with her sleeping heathen son in her lap. Why must dreams always be so wrong?

But truth to be told, she loved the life she lived now. Well, not right now, but the last year. Her experience in Kattegat was perfect. Despite his short temper, Ivar was a good man. He loved her unconditionally, protected her, and listened to her. His brothers were kind to her, and she trusted them with her life. Even Sigurd, with who she sometimes butted heads. She had a friend and found a mother in Aslaug and Helga.

She missed them so much. Two days on the water made her want to cry. She cried nowadays more than the babe she gave birth to. He seemed content; he loved watching the ravens fly over their heads and played with her hair when she held him.

How funny it seemed to her that she loved sailing when she came here. Now she yearned to stand on dry land and sleep in a warm bed wrapped in Ivar's arms.

Whenever Vanya didn't think of home, she thought of Silas, especially what she would do to him. She had been meek and peaceful for so long, forgave him everything he did to her. But that changes now; he didn't just hurt her or degrade her. He tried to kill her and her son. His knights murdered an innocent woman. He would pay the blood price for it.  

The raven made a sound and left their usual circling spot. Vanya watched them go and perked up. Land. It meant land was near. She put her child into the nets and rowed towards the direction the birds flew.

Her shoulder screamed in protest, and she felt it reopen as her dress got wet with blood. She ignored it and kept on rowing. She was out of food, and the mead wouldn't last more than two cups. They needed to find water and food.

Ivar laid in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead, the whites of his eyes blue. His legs hurt too much today; he had to stay in bed but couldn't sleep at all. All he could do was lay there in pain and think of all the ways he will torture Vanya's attacker. He prayed to the Gods that she was still alive. Two days ago, she went missing, and everyone was losing hope.

Aslaug had no visions, and Hoenir was no help. He dragged himself to the Seer yesterday, but all he got was vague answers. "You know the answer, Boneless." He knew Vanya had grown stronger and that she promised to protect their son. But so did he and now, he doesn't know where she is or if she is even alive.

He promised her that no one would ever lay a hand on her again, and he failed. If he ever saw her again, he wouldn't let her out of his sight.

"Drink the tea, Ivar. It will help." Ubbe ordered, walking into the room, looking at the untouched cup on Ivar's bedside. Right next to the tea was the carved figure of Fenrir and Vanya's serpent necklace.

"Did you find her? Anything?" Ivar begged as his brother wiped his damp forehead.

Ubbe shook his head and put the rag down. "A fisherman's boat went missing two days ago. Mother thinks Vanya might have taken it. So we sent some boats out to look for her. But if she drifted out into the open..."

He didn't have to finish the sentence for Ivar to understand. If Vanya drifted away, the storm that was gathering would sink her ship and drown them both. Hoenir saw her drown, what if he was right and she would? No amount of sacrifices would bring her back then. He would be alone again, with Aslaug the only one to love him. Ubbe might love him, but there are moments he must wish his brother wasn't alive.

The times he had to carry him or stay at home because Ivar was in pain. Having to check on his legs and eyes all the time. In everybody's eyes, Ivar was a burden; he was aware of it. Vanya was the only one who didn't care or look down on him. In her eyes, Ivar was perfect despite his shortcomings. Over time, she grew used to his temper and pain. She comforted him, held him, whispered sweet words into his ear as he fell asleep.

She loved him, and he left her alone after she bore him a son. He didn't even get to hold him. His perfect son, who had his eyes and hair. His healthy boy. Ivar hated himself, but he hated the world more.

"How long we have to keep looking? It's been two days now. The corpses must show up soon." Pæga complained, pulling off his boots and sinking his feet into the bowl with water.

Silas glared at the knight and stabbed his dagger into the table. "Boats were sent out to search for her, a fisherman's boat went missing, they think Vanya is in it. If she survived and they find her... My sister saw your faces. She isn't so stupid to fall for a few farmers in your clothes. If you get caught, then it means my death as well." He spat at his knights while Stithulf sat in the corner, sharpening his sword.

"I doubt she is alive. She doesn't strike me as a survivor. Vanya was sent here to wither and die, to brake and suffer. She might have charmed her way around Kattegat. But smiles and gifts aren't going to save her from death. She was hit with an arrow; I saw her sink. All they will find is a dead child in the boat. Vanya is dead, and you are the only possible ruler of Slegia."

Stithulf stood up after his rant and walked towards his King. He lifted the crown from the table and put it on his head. "A crown for a King. The one true King. Vanya will never wear this thing; neither will her children; I made sure of it."

Silas nodded and proudly pushed his chest out. The knight was right; he was the King, and Vanya was dead. First, he dealt with her; next is his mother and her new husband. Then his uncle and Wrosan will be his. The victory was certain.

Vanya hauled herself from the boat and pulled it on land so the tide wouldn't wash it away. Her son stirred in his little bed while Vanya collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

The ravens left them alone, and she had no idea where to go. This part of Kattegat was unfamiliar to her. So as she laid there, she prayed to the Gods to show her a way to get home. But no sign or help came.

So she wrapped herself tighter in her cloak and took her child with her heading west, the other way than she drifted off. She needed to get to a familiar location: the hunting hut, Floki's house, or even the forest before Kattegat.

Vanya walked with her son in her arms, without a pause. She managed to find some berries Helga taught her were edible and a stream of water. After she ate, she fed her son and carried on in her way. Her feet were sore, and her son was becoming too heavy for her weak arms.

Other than wilderness and silence, there was nothing around her. Every tree looked the same, and the shade they gave her made navigating with the sun harder. She shivered as the winds grew colder.

When her son whimpered in her arms, she froze. Her being cold wasn't that bad. But to him, it meant death. So she carefully put him on the ground and took off her cloak and swaddled him in it. Her thinned down frame shook in the cold winds while her son burrowed himself into the new warmth.

Vanya looked down at his little content face and smiled. All of this hardship was worth it if he was healthy and alive. This life she created and carries inside her, that she spent hours bringing into the world. It meant everything to her; it hurt to admit that her mother was right. A mother has no choice but to love her child; only a monster would ignore her own blood like that. But the thing Siflaed was wrong about was that Vanya did love Ivar. Despite everything she heard about him and his people, she grew to love him no, her people. Kattegat was her home now; she was born to live here; she knew it.

And when she returned, she would never leave again; she would remain and raise her son. She would see all the other sons of Ragnar start their own families and see Aslaug grow old. Hold Bjorn's adorable children and gossip with Torvi and Brynja. She would sit on the bench in front of the Great Hall, sewing a dress together, with Ivar by her side with their son in his arms. Vanya would come to visit Helga and Floki more often like she promised she would and try to make Margrethe less afraid of Ivar. He wasn't the monster; everyone made him out to be; her husband had a lonely heart with high walls made of anger.

She remembered the story of Eve and the Devil. The way the serpent tricked Eve into eating the apple and be banished from Eden for it. She also remembered the story one of Siflaed's lovers told her of the Greek goddess Persephone and the pomegranate. How Hades offered the fruit to her, and she stayed with him as his wife.

But Vanya didn't feel like Eve; her husband was no evil serpent leading her on. He was Hades, the god known for his dark demeanor, but a good husband. She wasn't a meek Christian like Eve, Vanya was Persephone. A good heart with love for nature, married to a man of shadowed behavior who everyone feared. But they both held darkness and light, she wasn't just a maiden who plucked blooming flowers, and Ivar wasn't just an angry heathen with a quick tongue. Her tongue was as equally sharp as his and his love as real as hers. They were King and Queen of the Underworld, Prince and Princess of Kattegat.

With determination, Vanya strode on, thankful for the shoes she managed to put on before her escape. Walking barefoot on top of lightly dressed would have meant her death. She could hear an owl hoot somewhere behind her until it flew past her and landed on a branch. "Frigga." She whispered as the bird stared at her with yellow eyes, it's white feathers standing out in the treetops.

"Have you come to take me home, All-Mother? Odin's ravens looked over my son and me on the boat, and now you have come for us. Goddess of mothers and queens, of war, wisdom, and strategy. I beg you, take me home." She begged the hooting white owl that took off and landed on another branch, waiting for the ginger to follow.

Vanya chuckled at the sight and followed after the frequently stopping bird. "This better be Frigga, or I will die. That's your descendant on the line, Odin. Don't let me die, All-father, All-mother."

Everyone stood gathered in the Great Hall in the evening, waiting for what Aslaug had to say. Silas stood in the corner of the room, surrounded by his armed knights. "My brother Ivar was graced with a son three days ago. But his son and wife were ripped away by a murderer, who sneaked into their hut and killed the wet nurse." Bjorn announced watching the faces of everyone present.

Floki and Helga leaned a support beam, both looking grim, while the boatbuilder glared at Silas. Ivar sat next to his mother, with Hoenir standing behind them. Brynja and Margrethe watched the whole ordeal from their place with the other servants and slaves. The other brothers stood behind Bjorn, who towered over the room, reminding all of their father. He carried the same authority even without a crown on his head.

Aslaug lifted her head higher and wrapped his fingers around the armrests of her throne. "The one responsible will answer to the Gods. The more blood they have on their hands, the more dire their demise will be. This person is charged with treason and murder..."

Ubbe left his mother's side while she talked and walked with Floki and Hoenir towards the exits. They barricaded the door while no one was watching. The only way to open them now would be from the outside, where Floki stood watch.

"The return of my daughter in law Vanya is becoming unlikely. A funeral will be held soon to honor her death, Floki has agreed to build a boat to bury her. If she is not found until the ship is done, we shall burn some of her possessions instead."

Stithulf observed the heathens around him; they seemed on edge, ready to pounce at any moment. Of course, Silas was obvious to all this, too distracted by the Queen's speech to notice.

"But, we do know the one responsible for this tragedy." The knights head snapped towards the throne. Everyone grew silent, waiting for Aslaug to continue. "We questioned people and gathered that there is only one possible suspect behind all this. Someone willing to murder a mother and child int heir sleep."

The room was tense as if a war would erupt at any moment. Ivar clenched his jaw before smirking at Silas, who froze in his spot.

"How do you answer these charges... King Silas?" The Saxon's breaths hitched in fear as the knights wrapped their hands around their swords' handles, ready to draw them and kill everyone. But they were outnumbered and locked in with bloodthirsty heathens.

"This is outrageous! I loved my sister. And you are claiming me as a murderer only because you failed to find the real one. My sister is dead because of you!" He roared at the remaining sons of Ragnar and his wife. But they didn't even flinch all the Queen did, was push her shoulders back and raise an eyebrow at his outburst.

"So you claim, but there is no proof. All we saw were spiteful words and tantrums. You bribed farmers to change clothes with your knights; then, you ordered them to kill Vanya and her son. But Margrethe remembered their faces, and it wasn't the faces we see here today." Sigurd called out as the said thrall covered behind Brynja. She confessed this to Sigurd last night, and since then, the Ragnarsson and Aslaug had been plotting.

Silas frowned and shook his head, chuckling. "And do tell me... What would my reason be? Sibling rivalry? Don't be ridiculous. I may not have been overly fond of my sister, I admit. But I wouldn't murder her. And the baby? Son or not, I hold no ill will against either."

"Vanya and her son possessed a threat to you, childless, unfit to rule. But Vanya is loved here, and I am sure she was the same in England. You ordered her death and will die for it. An eye for an eye."  Bjorn threatened as Silas gulped and gave an uneasy smile.

He shrugged and spread his arms wide to show he was unarmed and possessed no threat to them, other than his knights who drew their swords. "Let's spare ourselves these dramatics. Vanya is dead, and I am not the culprit. Let's not have a ghost of a disobedient whore get between our agreement."

Ivar slammed his fist against his chair and glared at the daring King. He would have leaped out of his seat and strangled the bastard if it wasn't for Bjorn, Sigurd, and Hvitserk holding him back. "How dare you?" The Ragnarsson roared his nostrils flaring in rage.

Silas pointed to Ivar's legs with a smirk.  "Your... Affliction. Do you really think the child was yours? My darling sister would do anything to please you as a proper wife should. And giving you a child, even one that's not truly yours. It would please you. Wouldn't it? To think that you are a real man, able to produce an heir." The blonde Christian taunted as everyone glared at what he was suggesting.

"I did you a favor before things escalated, and you would believe other idiotic lies my sister would have fed you to keep herself alive a little longer. I saved you from further embarrassment and grief. Vanya is dead, and there is nothing to change that." He sounded at peace with his oncoming death. Silas knows he and his knights will die, but might as well anger the heathens some more. Die a horrid death and go down in history as a martyr: Saint Silas, The tortured King.

Stithulf, on the other hand, looked distressed, all the whispering he did, all for nothing. All his hard work wasted on a foolish king with a big ego and greedy heart. His chance at fame and ruling, all gone, because of a ginger Princess who just couldn't stay meek and timid like she was meant to be.

The sound of something shattering broke the tense atmosphere. Everyone looked st the redheaded servant that let her jug of water, fall to the floor. "Vanya." She whispered, her face pale and eyes wide. They followed her gaze and gazed at the open door in shock.

"Why do you think I am dead, Brother?" Vanya's voice rasped out as the ginger leaned against the door frame, a shield pierced with many arrows in one hand. Her hair was frizzy, her skin pale, and her eyes sunken in. Her white dress was stained with bloody some on her shoulder, the rest on her lap, from childbirth.

She took a shaky step forward and shifted her arms slightly. Helga runs to her side, and Floki stood behind her in case she fell. The Ragnarssons run to her while Ivar stared at her in shock. Standing up, Aslaug observed the presumably dead Princess in wonder.

"Helga, you need to look after my son. I tried to keep him warm and fed. Please check him."  Vanya pleaded with the blonde woman, letting the shield riddled with arrows fall to the floor. Hidden behind the protection was a bundle of furs and cloak, squirming at the new warm place they entered.

Helga shakily took the babe out of Vanya's trembling embrace to see the child alive and well despite the ordeals he went through. She ushered the child away as Ubbe reached his sister in law, laying a hand on her shoulder to steady her. But she shook it off and slowly advanced towards Silas, who took a few steps towards her as well.

"How? You should be dead." He whispered, still in denial that his plan didn't work.

"I forgave you so much, Silas. So many wounds. I forgave them all, ignored them, and asked my family to ignore them as well. But that ends today. You killed an innocent woman! You tried to kill my son!"

Silas shook his head, refusing to admit defeat against his little sister. His foolish sister, who was born weak and was meant to abide by him. The one who defied him and survived. "You won't hurt me, Vanya. You are weak. Remember your place, and we can forget this. Beg me for forgiveness, and I shall grant it to you. All I want in return is save passage back home. Kill my knights instead."

"You think I will beg? I did nothing to ask forgiveness for! You are a monster, Silas. Just like father and mother said you were. Do you think I will cower before you? Just because you are my brother?" She seethed stalking towards him as Silas drew a dagger and pointed it at her, shaking, fearful of this side of Vanya.

The ginger keeps on advancing, not caring for the weapon pointed at her. The adrenaline running through her veins made her forget what fear feels like at all. All she could see was the man who made her life a living hell and tried to kill her son! "Blessed are the meek, Vanya." He reminded her, hoping that the sentence that their mother used to drill into her head would calm her down, but his sister didn't even blink.

"Yes. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. For theirs is the kingdom of heaven." She spat back a part of the Beatitudes, laughing at his poor attempt at containing her rage. "Do you think the words of Jesus or God will stop me? Do you honestly believe that you will be forgiven? I am past forgiveness and meekness! I want you to pay for my and my son's suffering in blood!"

Silas took a few steps back, his hand shaking like crazy. Vanya was nearly in front of him now, her hand grasped his dagger around the sharp edge, no fear in her eyes. They looked like frozen over fjord's, determination and anger swirling around. She tugged his knife from his grasp and threw it behind her, surprising everyone. Blood dripped from the cut on her palm, trailing down her slender fingers and hitting the floorboards.

"I would burn cities and kingdom's to the ground and make him King of the Ashes if they dared to threaten him!" She screamed at her brother, getting into his face and glaring up at him as he shook in his spot.

"Vanya, please, have mercy. I am your brother. I did it to protect my claim. You must understand. I was born to rule; I deserve to sit on the throne for eternity. Please have mercy." The two siblings stared into each other's eyes, the frozen fjords meeting the tearful sky.

She softly shook her head and softened her angry expression. Ivar crawled towards them, observing the blood-stained dagger and her bleeding hand clenched by her side. "Mercy is a Christian value, and I am not Christian anymore." She hissed backhanding him with her bleeding left hand so hard that he hit the floor.

Silas cradled his aching cheek and stared at Vanya in shock. The ginger glared down at him with disdain obvious in her expression. "That's why I wish you the most painful death instead." She spat at him before two men dragged him away as he cried and cursed at them, begging them to let him go as other Vikings killed his knights when they dared to attack.

Ivar crawled to Vanya's left and took her cold bleeding hand in his, startling her from her trance. She looked down at him tenderly as he looked over her tired body. "I missed you." He whispered, staring up at her with adoration as she returned his tender look, softly smiling.

"I missed you too." Ubbe supported her swaying frame and carried her towards the awaiting healers, thanking the gods for her return, alive and well. Ivar watched her get carried away and spared a glance at the dead bodies of the Saxon knights before he followed his brother and wife.

[issamhysa]

✧･Vikings Masterlist･✧

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Ivar The Boneless

Willingly [Ivar The Boneless x Reader]

[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

Aarhus Universitet - Ansuz Raido Ravens (5)

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N is a freshman in Aarhus University and, being the roommate of both Torvi and Margrethe, that gives her some privileges and intel on the university, as it on the leading fraternity as well, Ansuz Raido Ravens, the Ragnarssons’ fraternity. Eventually, she gets engaged up with Ivar, who happened to gather a suspicious reputation among girls.

Warnings: swearings, violence and triggering content.

Word count: 5.332

A/N: due to Tumblr’s links problems (that sincerely I don’t know if it’s fixed already), you can catch up with the fic in my masterlist, which is in my bio!

You were getting ready for Hvitserk’s birthday party, combing your hair when Margrethe entered the room. Even if you haven’t looked at her, you could tell that something was wrong with her - you could feel it.

“All cool?” You asked her casually, getting back to your hair. There wasn’t much you could do anymore but leave it that way. Your hair wasn’t a thing that you cared about that much, especially for a party; you only wanted it to look clean and nice.

It was looking clean and nice.

“No, it’s not all cool,” you sensed some mocking in Margrethe’s tone. You turned at her.

“What…” you try to start a question, but the hushed you.

“You are…” you felt a tremble of panic on her voice. “You are pregnant of his child,” she whispered the pregnant word and you froze. How could Margrethe know? “How could you?”

You made a quick mental list of who knew about that whole drama: you, Ivar, possibly all his brothers, Torvi…

“Torvi told you, didn’t she?” You ask harsh, jaws clenched.

“Damn straight, she did! What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking, okay?” You snap at her, feeling a storm inside of you. What was Torvi’s purpose on telling Margrethe this? “I wasn’t. I just slipped, and so did Ivar, but I’m not pregnant, Margrethe. I’m not,” you watched as her eyes changed.

“Even so…” she was whispering. “How could you do that to me? I tried to warn you…”

“I know, babe, and I’m so sorry,” you get up and try to reach for her, but she pushed you away.

“Don’t call me like that, and don’t come any closer,” you did as she asked. She was biting her lips. “She’s trying to mess with my head,” Margrethe cried out as she sat on her bed.

“Who?” You sat on your ankles and touched her knees.

“Don’t touch me!” She shoved your hand out of her knee. “Who do you think? Torvi, of course!” She covered her face with her hands. “How could you do that to me, knowing what happened?”

“I never had the intention to hurt you, Margrethe, I mean it…” she shook her head. “And… I don’t mean to sound like a bitch, but it’s my life…”

“I was trying to help you!” She uncovered her face. “When you first came in, I liked you! I thought that maybe I could have a friend in this hell place…” she sighed.

“And you have.”

“No, I’m all alone. Ivar terrified me; he still does. Stay away from him, Y/N, he’s bad news.”

“I think it’s a bit too late for that,” you said gently, smiling without happiness.

“I…” Margrethe tried to start. “I want you to keep distance from me. Please. This whole shit isn’t healthy for me, it’s toxic, and I want distant from all of this.”

You got her point, she was right. This whole situation was toxic, especially for her. You were toxic. And Ivar too. And Torvi. And all that environment. You don’t dare to tell her that you talked with Ivar about their situation, otherwise she would have accused you of protecting him, of being on his side.

And maybe she would be right.

You nod at her wish and your phone starts ringing; it’s Ivar. You get up, taking a deep breath.

“I hope everything goes good for you, Margrethe. I really do. But I’m the type of person…” she raised a hand.

“I don’t really wanna hear it. You should go to your party, I’ll be okay.”

You nodded and left the room.

*

You and Ivar were walking to his place while you told him what just happened. You saw he wasn’t feeling touched for Margrethe’s situation.

“They always disliked each other, but we never knew why,” he said in a logical tone. “Maybe they don’t work together to share the same room and that started it, or maybe it’s Ubbe, I can’t tell,” he shrugged. “But that doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it does! Torvi made Margrethe turn against me, and she got a reason for that. And I wanna know why,” you said determined.

“You like her, don’t you? Why?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just do. I kinda… feel a little pity about her.”

“So you want to protect her.”

“Maybe it’s that. She looks so vulnerable in this place, like a gazelle among lions.”

“Did you just called me a lion?” Ivar looked at you, hungry eyes and a cocky smirk.

“Oh, I did,” you pecked his lips. You could already see Ivar’s place and hear the loud music.

“I think I gotta something to tell ya.”

“What do you mean with ‘I think’?”

“I know you had drinking problems and I don’t know your position on drugs, but…” Ivar scratched the back of his head, as he thought on how to deliver you the news.

“But?” You pressured.

“You see, Hvitserk’s birthday party is a little bit different than the freshmen’s…”

“How different?” Ivar bit his lower lip and frowned his nose.

“The freshmen’s party is kinda related to college - the council - directly, so we gotta keep the drugs low profile for people to buy it. But when it’s Hvitserk’s birthday party, he bears all the drug costs, so what I’m trying to tell is for you not to freak when you see waiters around serving blow, weed, all kinda meth shit.”

You froze when Ivar told you that. You could handle the alcohol, but drugs were another section of your mind and body.

“You brought me to a fucking triggering party,” you whispered not looking at him, but around.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I forgot to tell you earlier…”

“But I agreed to come, didn’t I?” You said abruptly.

“What you mean?”

“It would be… all on me, not on you. I can make my own decisions, I can handle the consequences.”

“I don’t want you to get all fucked up.”

“I’ll be alright. Let’s go,” you got his hand and started walking.

You didn’t want Ivar to feel guilty or whatever shit; that was his life. He was a drug dealer, he had a drug empire at college, and you couldn’t change that. Of course you had a choice, but you chose to be with him, meaning that you would be around shit like that, and it depended on you, not Ivar, if you wanted to get drowned by it. You made a choice and, among and between that choice, you had a lot more to take.

As you got closer to the house you could see the colourful smoke all around the place, dense, the heavy music pouding fitting the view. Ivar opened the door without knocking on  it. When he opened it you saw that a girl was hired to open the door, and she was about to do her work, worried that Ivar hadn’t knock, dismissing her work.

“Don’t worry, I’m hosting it, you don’t have to open it for me,” she nodded, focused on her job, closing the door.

“Why can’t you sit?” You heard someone screaming over the music, trying to be heard. It was Hvitserk, completely wasted - already.

“Dude, what you’re doing?” Ivar asked him.

“Trying to tell her that she can sit! She’s like that for hours - don’t you ever get tired?” He directed the last part of his sentence to the girl. She ignored him like a robot. “C’mon, sit, why don’t you sit?”

“Bro, are you alright? What have you used?”

Hvitserk ignored Ivar and went to get a chair, coming back with it on his hands. He placed it beside the girl and was pushing her down by her shoulders, trying to make her sit.

“C’mon man, leave her alone, let her do her job, she was hired for that.”

“Yeah, I know, but she can sit, right?”

“She was trained for that, you dumbass, she won’t sit.”

Hvitserk pointed a finger to Ivar, then that same finger pointed to the girl. “You can sit whenever you want, honey. That chair won’t go anywhere,” she ignored him.

“Hey,” you started at Hvit. “Happy birthday, man,” his eyes wide opened as he realized it was his birthday.

“Oh, right, yeah! Thanks, cool chick!” He hugged you tight. “What can I get ya? We have Jell-O shots - with father’s special -, we have father’s special, vodka, beer, whiskey, liquor, all kinda drinks, we have dope…”

“I’ll just… walk around…” you dismissed drunk Hvitserk and pressed Ivar hand once to tell him that you were cool. You two split and you started to wander. You could hear Hvit saying to Ivar: “Man, that new crank I got? I’m way too high up the sky, that shit’s good! I’m fucking hallucinating, people are gonna love it!”

You hoped with all your strength that all the booze was drug free, because whatever Hvitserk had taken, you didn’t want it. His eyes were red, injected, his pupils dilated. You could say it was terrifying.

You found the Jell-O shots and took one, the familiar taste of Ragnar’s special drink. You took one more before asking the bartender for a Cosmo and started wandering around again.

People danced around you by the heavy music, people played beer pong, people played strip poker, people were betting and people were doing lines and more lines of coke. Sometimes you would see waiters serving ecstasy and LSD.

You took a deep breath.

I can control myself, I can stay out of this, you tried to calm yourself down. You weren’t really into crank - anymore, you hoped -, but it wasn’t that easy to control yourself when you were surrounded by it.

As the lights went on and off and the smoke got lighter in some spots, you could see Torvi in the middle of a hundred bodies, dancing closely to Ubbe. She dropping it down close to him, almost giving him a blowjob, then going up again, rubbing her body, her tits, on him. His hands were all over her body, her ass and boobs. You watched them a bit while you sipped your drink.

Torvi’s reasons on turning Margrethe against you, that’s what you were thinking about as you watched Torvi and Ubbe in the crowd.

The house was dark except for the heavy dark lights, red and blue, flashing.

“Hey,” you hear someone saying behind you. You turn to see a waiter serving joints. You looked at the skin and the weed inside of it. You pressed your lips against each other.

A flood of Manhattan memories came over your mind, and you wondered if the weed would make some effect - in the beginning it was like hell, but as time passed, you didn’t felt much things anymore, and you needed more if you wanted to get higher. You took a joint without thinking about the consequences and quickly forgetting how you got when you started to smoke it.

It’s been years, actually, since you stopped it, but you truly believed you wouldn’t be that bad.

“Do you have a lighter?” You screamed over the waiter. He handed you a black Zippo.

“Take it,” he screamed back. You smiled at him thankfully and lit it. You puffed. The taste felt familiar, yet a bit different. You puffed deeply as you saw the white dense smoke.

One joint wouldn’t hurt, right?

A little bit more of alcohol wouldn’t hurt, right?

A single line wouldn’t hurt, right?

You were used to it, it wouldn’t hurt, of course it wouldn’t. It was your choice. What could go wrong? You were used to all of it. Your body was used to it.

The dark flashing lights and the colourful dense smoke weren’t doing any good to your burning neurons. People’s shapes were changing. More people kept appearing. Sometimes disappearing. What you saw it wasn’t exactly what you saw and at some point a plant got too much of your attention. You felt heavy, ethereal.

You asked a waiter for water, and after you drank it you felt a bit better. “Do you have any candy?” You asked him. You weren’t yourself anymore, at least not your current self; you were the self from Manhattan.

You were the girl who got way too wasted and killed a guy.

The waiter showed up with your candy, a pink little heart. You smiled at him and put it in your pocket, texting Ivar. I need you, now, you texted.

Ivar took some time to find you, but he did it.

“You okay?” He asked worried.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your body at the music’s rhythm.

“I’m fine,” you said smiling. “And I want you.”

“Okay,” he said carefully, a hand on your waist as the other was caressing your cheek. “What did you take?”

“What?” His voice was fading.

“What did you take?!” You laughed.

“I smoked, Ivar. I smoked and now everything is twisted.”

“Okay. What else?” Ivar could tell when people took more than one shit, of course; it was all his job.

“Blow.”

“You shitting me, right?” You shook your head.

“I don’t feel like that for years, Ivar. I feel awesome.”

“Awesome will be if you don’t od.”

“I never oded, Ivar, and I took way more than that back at US. Now join me,” you took the candy out of your pocket, showing it to Ivar.

Anyone could tell that he was trying to fight the urge to take it, but being surrounded by all of that was turning it a difficult task.

“We could split it! We won’t even feel it!” You said.

“So what’s the point if we won’t get high?” Ivar asked.

“C’mon…!” You put the candy between your teeth and bit it. Ivar took the other half, carefully, as he deeply kissed you.

The music got louder and your arms got tighter around him. You put one leg around his thigh and Ivar got you by your ass and pulled you up, so you could place your legs around his waist.

Holding you by your ass, the kiss grows deeper as your body moves against Ivar’s by the music. You feel him groan as he squeeze your ass and you tighten your legs around him.

“I’m gonna need you to come a little down so you can make that little dance over my cock, yeah?” He mumbles against your lips and you nod, your legs going to his waist from his hips. People were dancing around you as you were making out. Ivar was moving, trying to find somewhere where he could place your back against.

Your hands were wandering under his shirt, feelings the strong muscles of his back and chest, his smooth and hot skin against your fingers.

You felt Ivar’s phone vibrating on his pocket, but both of you ignored it, but whoever was calling, they were insisting.

“I should probably get it,” he said out of breath on your neck and you sighed, rolling your eyes. Ivar pressed you more against the wall so you wouldn’t need to come down.

You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but all that make out session definitely got you a little sober - it fucking won the drugs.

Ivar looks at you with eyes that you have never met, saying: “I gotta go.”

*

You insisted to go with Ivar; he resisted a bit but his boner let you go with him.

Now all the Ragnarssons were reunited at the pantry - a space way too little for all four big guys and you. Torvi wasn’t with Ubbe.

“Magnus plans a hit on us tonight,” Sigurd started.

“How do you know?” Ubbe asked.

“Connections, you moron,” Sigurd says impatiently.

“Why tonight?” Hvitserk asks drinking of his water, a quick way of getting sober. It wasn’t working that much, but at least he wasn’t acting like an animal.

“Because they would get us off guard. You got any more intel?” Ivar asks Sigurd.

“It’s not a big group, six guys maybe.”

“I think they will try to blend with the crowd so we won’t notice them,” Ubbe says.

“Six guys is a low number for a hit,” Hvit comments.

“Not if they don’t want to harm anyone who’s not involved. It’s a low profile hit. One guy for each of us, and two more backups. They’re counting on Hvitserk being completely wasted, so one guy could handle him. Sigurd’s not as big as us, so one big guy could do it. The backups would be for me and Ubbe.”

“The Big Ubbe,” Ubbe said cocky.

“And Violent Ivar,” he said with deadly eyes.

“What shit is that, some kind of street name?” You ask.

“We hacked their system some time ago and we found their archives on us,” Sigurd explained. “We discovered that the “Violent Subject” is Ivar; Big is Ubbe; Junkie is Hvitserk and I’m the Little.”

“Subjects?” You mocked.

“They’re from the technology college, they like to show off,” Hvitserk said.

“And what do they want?” You asked.

“Our drug empire,” Ivar said, pulling out his Glock 42 and checking for ammo. “They’re gonna need more than two men to stop me.”

You tremble at the sight of his gun.

“Do you… I never saw that you carry a gun with you,” you said carefully.

“Yeah, I pack all the time, I need to; but not with you around. I didn’t want you to be anywhere near guns, but…”

“But I’m with you and that means I’ll be around them.”

“Unfortunately. I was expecting something like that for tonight, they’ve be holding themselves down for quite some time. I’m sorry if you don’t like it…”

“No, I’m cool,” you wave a hand at him.

“I want you to be here, close to Ubbe,” Ivar asked as he put his gun on his back again. “Ubbe’s gonna stay here to make sure nothing happens. I’ll take Sigurd with me.”

“What about me?” Hvitserk asked.

“Man, are you serious?” Sigurd said to his brother.

“Yeah, of course.”

“You hold your shit together,” Ivar pointed a finger to Hvitserk. “Go check if that girl sat,” Hvitserk’s eyes shined and he got out of the pantry.

“What was that?” Ubbe asked.

“Nothing important, just Hvit being Hvit. C’mon, Sigurd,” and so Ivar and Sigurd left the pantry, but not before Ivar kissed you and whispered that he would be back soon.

You and Ubbe were left alone, meaning that you would be around Torvi, and that wouldn’t end well.

“Do I have to be by your side all the time, like…?” Ubbe started to laugh and shook his head.

“Nah, go have some fun, I got it. I was prepared for something too, that girl at the door isn’t a simple girl. She’ll hold any shit until I get there.”

You nod as you went back to dance with all that strange people.

Some good minutes had passed and, at some corner, you saw women writhing around a pole.

If at least Ivar was here…, you thought to yourself.

Then, keeping a watchful eye at the poles, you see someone familiar. Of course that woman was Torvi, upside down and legs all up.

You couldn’t tell if it was the curious and angry side of your brain talking or if it was all that drug, but suddenly you felt an urge to discover why she made Margrethe turn against you. You cared for that chick and she didn’t deserve all that shit.

You get to the pole near to Torvi and ask the girl there if you could try it out. She smiled and nodded. You passed by at pole dance - perks of a past life in Manhattan - and screamed over to Torvi.

“Hey!” She looked surprised at you.

“Y/N? Hey, girl, what’s up? I didn’t know you were coming! And I definitely didn’t know you knew how to pole dance; that’s so cool!” She was way too drunk, you could easily tell.

“Wanna grab some drinks?”

“Yeah, why not?”

You two headed to the bar, Torvi babbling all the way. While she ordered for her drink, you start: “You know, when I decided to come to Aarhus, I had no idea I would be dealing with nosy people. Especially bitchy nosy people,” Torvi looks at you with the corner of her eye.

“Is that supposed to be directed to me?”

“That’s exactly directed to you, sweetie,” you get closer to her when she turn around with her drink, her back touching the bar. Torvi can feel the tension coming from you. “I’m just missing one point in all that pregnancy story.”

“What pregnancy story?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” you slap her, her face turning to the right. Some people around looked at you two, but nobody really cared. The bartender ignored you two. “You know what I’m talking about, you’re the reason why Ivar knew and you’re the reason that Margrethe asked me to keep distance from her,” Torvi started laughing.

“So all of this is about Margrethe? Really? Why do you care for that dumb bitch anyway?” You get Torvi’s drink from her hand and throw it through the bar, the glass hitting the wall behind her, then you pushed her against the bar, hitting her.

“You had no right to tell your boyfriend that you saw the positive test in the trash that day,” you said pulling her by the collar of her glittering shirt. “And you had no right to tell Margrethe about it too. It was my shit to handle, not yours,” your nose was almost touching hers. She didn’t say a word. “What’s that shit between you two, huh?”

“Not of your business,” she tried to shove you off but you grabbed her by her hair.

“It is of my business in the moment it affected me. This quarrel of yours affected me, Margrethe was my friend and now she’s gone.”

“It’s not of your business, you crazy bitch!” She cried out trying to get your hand out of her hair. You slapped her again and grabbed her chin so she could look at you.

“Why did you tell her?” You said slowly in a low voice. Torvi’s eyes were terrified; you were scaring her. She said nothing. “Why did you tell her?” You screamed. She closed her eyes as she talked.

“I want her to go! Okay? I want her to leave my room, but she wouldn’t go because of you! I saw, I knew how close you two were getting and, if you two became friends, she would never leave!”

“Why?” You said in shook.

“Isn’t it obvious? She hates me because I took her place! She hates me because I got to be Ubbe’s exclusive, she wants to take my place! That’s so obvious! She goes around campus and badmouth them, waiting for me and for other girls to get away from them so she could have all of them just to herself!”

“You’re crazy,” you whisper. “Margrethe doesn’t want anything to do with these guys, she hates them…”

“And of course you believe in her story.”

“I’m not pregnant, okay? You started this whole shit over a lie, a misunderstood. You’re a self-centered bitch, Torvi, do you realize that? Margrethe needs to go not because you hate her, but because of what you’ve done to her. She’s miserable now, and she needs to leave to get a new fresh start. For herself. She needs to leave for herself, and not for you. You just… you get your shit together and stay away from me,” you give her you back and starts walking away when she says out loud: “Get my shit together? I’m the one who got attacked! You know what? You and Ivar deserve each other, you’re perfect, you’re two murderous…”

That word messed with your nerves. She was offending not only you, but Ivar. You turned, looking at her eyes. “What did you say?” You started getting closer.

“Nothing,” her voice trembled.

“Nothing? So now you don’t get the guts to tell that to my face? You’re such a coward… I want you to repeat it.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, you crazy bitch…” and that was enough. You don’t know how you did it, but you lifted Torvi to the bar, making all the bottles and glasses to drop on the floor. You get on top of her, holding her with your knees as you searched for something in your pocket. “You’re gonna fucking regret it.”

You pulled out what left of your joint. Torvi was lifting her head but you drop it down back on the bar with strength. Holding her head, you say: “You’re gonna eat my fucking joint, you cunt!”

You forced the joint down her throat, making her gasp. She was grabbing your arms, but you’re stronger. You punched and slapped her, and if someone asked why you were doing this, you weren’t sure if the whole gossip and Margrethe situation was a good  excuse for such behavior.

But no one stopped you.

And so you kept hitting her.

*

Ivar was back with Sigurd, complaining about the situation.

“What the fuck was that? Was that supposed to be a hit? Magnus wasn’t even there and they ran like headless chickens,” Sigurd laughed.

“Yeah dude, maybe they had other intentions. If it was a hit, or a big one, I think that would be a big shit.”

“Maybe it was a distraction,” Ivar stopped.

“No, it wasn’t a distraction. If it was, it would went down pretty different. You could tell by their eyes, they were outnumbered in forces.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Let’s get inside by the back, okay?”

Ivar passed through the pool, hoping to see you there. People were playing some basketball under the water, girls on boys’ shoulders. Hvitserk lowered his guard and was now in the middle of the Chicken Wings Challenge: 20 hot chicken wings in 120 seconds.

“Up for a swing?” Sigurd asked him. Ivar looked baffled.

“A swing? Really?” Sigurd nodded. “Sig, my bro, trust me when I say this,” Ivar’s arm was resting on Sigurd’s shoulder. “You don’t want my girl. You wouldn’t keep up with her,” Sigurd shoved Ivar’s arm off.

“Fuck you, Boneless,” he said laughing. “I’ll just ask Ubbe, then,” and Sigurd left, screaming over his shoulder: “You have blood on your eyebrow, by the way!”

Ivar tried to clean the blood when he felt a little more concentrate crowd, and not a dancing one. He sensed trouble.

He followed the screams and the view got him surprised.

Y/N on top of Torvi, at the bar, fighting.

“I go out for one hour and that happens?” He says to himself. Ubbe shows up, losing his shit.

“You better control your pussy,” Ivar gave Ubbe a petty look.

“I don’t think I have one, brother,” he said tapping his cock.

“You know what I meant, now go break those two apart.”

“Why? I don’t want to; let them fight. Everyone knows that girls fighting are a bad thing by people’s eyes, we should let them have some fun.”

“Y/N will kill Torvi!” Ivar’s features turned harsh and his tone got deadly.

“In that case, we should let them continue.”

“What? Ivar, are you crazy?” Ivar kept his eyes on his girl and Torvi. “I tried to take Y/N out of there, I can’t!”

“And if you, Big Subject, can’t do anything, what can the little Boneless do?” Ubbe sighed.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Oh, I’m unbelievable?” Ivar turned to Ubbe, furious. “I just risked my ass out there to stop a possible hit while you got to be here and have all the fun. Maybe next time I’ll let us be all fucked up by Magnus, what you think of that?”

“I think you’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?”

“Little Ivar overreacting, as he always did.”

“You say that again,” Ivar pushed Ubbe by his chest.

“Little Ivar overreacting, as he always did,” Ubbe repeated. Ivar nodded with pressed lips and punched Ubbe’s head, wrapping his arms around his neck and making him turn down, punching his stomach.

People around them started to cheer and that got your attention. You looked over the noise, briefly forgetting about Torvi, to see Ivar and Ubbe all tangled together, fighting too.

Getting advantage on this, Torvi pushes you and you two fall on the floor. You reminded of Torvi and hit her head against the floor, making her body stops and her eyes shut. Your eyes are wide open and you don’t feel any more response coming from her. “Torvi?” You try. Nothing. You shake her shoulder. Nothing too. You try to hear her heartbeat: it was there.

“Oh god,” you mumble and get distant from Torvi. You made her pass out. “What did I do?” You started crying, not being able to breath.

You get up, hands up your chest. All you wanna do now is leave. Getting to the entrance hall, you see the door girl and the chair at her side. “Are you going to use that chair? No, right?” You ask her and sit. “I feel that I can’t breath,” the door girl looks at you.

“What are you feeling?” She asks professionally.

“I feel like I’m fucking panicking and I can’t breath,” you said desperately.

She started to make breathing exercises with you which, after some time, helped you to get better. You saw Sigurd running through the house and after a couple of minutes the cheering noise stopped.

“What happened?” You asked the girl.

“I don’t know. Are you okay? Are you feeling better now?” You nod. “Okay, good. Just rest, I’ll come back in a minute.”

She came back with a glass of a water. You thanked her and sipped the liquid, slowly.

And then Ivar came in, a bloody mess.

His hair was loose and messed, his knuckles were bruised and he got blood on his eyebrow, nose and lips, all cracked open. You got up in a jump and went for him to hug him. “Ivar!” You sighed against his chest.

“Come, let’s go to my room.”

You gave the door girl a thankful look and she smiled at you.

*

Ivar was sleeping by your side, quite peacefully, his chest going up and down in smooth moves. Once you two were in his room, he helped you clean yourself and you helped him. He told about Magnus hit - or the lack of it - and you him about your fight. “Don’t take it too seriously, you were high, it was the meth talking.” You wanted to believe in his words, god knows you wanted to.

But that was just you.

A fuck up.

He told you about his fight with Ubbe. “Just a normal shit, that happens a lot.”

Once you two were clean from all the sweat, dirt and blood, Ivar took the big spoon spot and held you close to him, you letting his body heat take care of you.

“I’m so sorry for that, I’m a fuck up,” you whispered kissing his knuckles.

“I’m a fuck up too.”

You two were silent for minutes and more minutes before you asked him: “What will happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“With Ubbe and Torvi.”

“With Ubbe it doesn’t matter, we always fight, it’s not a big deal. But Torvi? Damn, you showed her a point, she’ll definitely be out of your way. Maybe she will even move out.”

“Will she… press charges?”

“What? No, she’s not crazy; we can’t have police involved, mainly in an event like tonight. The INCB and SKAT would have a fucking party, really. Don’t worry, you’re safe. Though she’ll probably move out, but it’s fine, really. Don’t worry about that, you need to rest.”

You wanted to ask Ivar one more thing, but he fell asleep. And you couldn’t do the same.

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Toxic III (Modern!Ivar X Reader)

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for all the love on the last parts of this story. Here is part 3 of this story. Sorry for making you wait so long, but the office-life is killing me. Thank you for reading! As always: pls let me know your thoughts! How do you think this story will evolve? Love, Kiko xx

Warnings: a little smut, angst, Ivar being kinda protective

Words: 1k

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POV Ivar:

She tastes like strawberries, I bet it’s from that chapstick she uses. My body temperature started to rise as she laid her hands on my chest. Slowly I started to push her down the bed with my body, my lips never leaving hers. For one moment I broke the wet kisses between us only to take off my jeans and shirt in a matter of seconds. I could tell she was ready for this as well by the way she threw away her towel that was hiding her body from me. I took a second to admire her beautiful body before I caressed the sides of her waist. Her body felt like the curves on the shore here in my hometown Kattegat. I crushed down on her to give her neck some love as my left hand wandered from her side down her lower stomach. I could feel her tense up under my touch. 

“Fuck, Ivar”, she moans under me.

I stopped the kisses on her neck to look at her.

Her eyes were filled with lust. I can’t get over how beautiful she looks under me. My hand eventually reached her core. “You’re already so wet for me”, I whispered onto her lips.

I started to move circles on her clit and her breathing got more and more heavy.

“Tell me, what do you want, Y/N?”

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POV Y/N:

I couldn’t get my thoughts together, even if I tried. He tasted so good.

“Come on, tell me what you want.” It wasn’t a question anymore. His voice was lower than before, filled with lust.

He took his time teasing my wet entrance with his index and middle finger. “Do you want me to stop teasing?” All i could do is whimper and nod my head yes. My stomach grew a knot at his words.

“Do you want me to do this?” He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them before putting them inside me slowly. I immediately felt my walls clenching at his touch. He started to pump his fingers in and out of me, watching my expressions intensely. He suddenly stopped, making me whimper in desperation. Ivar put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.

“You taste so good. I think I want more of that.” The way he spoke to me almost made me cum already. He went down on me, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He stopped right in front of me core and put my right eg on top of his shoulder. I could feel his breath on my private parts. He looked up at me at like a predator looked at his prey. His lips formed a smirk that would melt every woman.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” I got goosebumps all over my body. “Yes, Ivar, please”, I whimpered.

“You are so needy, aren’t you?” He lost no more time and his tongue were on my clit. He licked it up and down, placing kisses here and there, but I couldn’t last long with his head between my legs. He brought his fingers up and started pumping again, to give me more pleasure. I felt the knot in my stomach growing to the point I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Ivar, I- I’m about to cum.” My hand found it’s way in his hair, that was up in a messy bun. His lifted his head and opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he was interrupted by the bedroom door swinging open.

Ivar quickly covered me up with the blanket, quickly get up on his feet, still wearing his briefs. Nevertheless his hard member was very visible. Hvitserk just stood in the door frame looking at the scenario he found behind the closed door. “Oh shit, sorry. I didn’t- I- Oh my god”, Hvitserk stuttered, a smirk forming on his face. 

“Can’t you just knock before entering a room?” Ivar asked in a slightly pissed tone. I just held the blanket in place looking at Hvitserk as my cheeks reddened.

“I’m sorry guys, I just wanted to tell you something. It’s important”, his smirk fading. “I think Y/N is in danger.”

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We went downstairs to find Ubbe, Hvitserk and two other men in the living room, sitting on the couch. Ivar was wearing only grey sweatpants. He gave his shirt to me, which was way bigger on me and looked like a dress. Ivar insisted that i would wear it.

He walked in front of me with his crutch, holding my hand tightly with his free hand. It felt like he wanted to protect me. All four of them looked at us, when we finally joined them. Ivar guided me to sit on the couch as well, he then sat right next to me, still holding my hand.

“Oh, I see, someone’s already comfortable”, Ubbe said amused, pointing to Ivar’s shirt that I was wearing. “Brother please, it is not the right time to make jokes. Why do you think Y/N is in danger?” I could hear the concern in Ivar’s voice.

“Y/N” Ubbe looked at me intensely with his blue eyes. “This is Arne and that is Harald. They are our best spies.” I could feel Ivar tense up as he squeezed my hand a bit tighter. It has to mean something bad if their best spies are here and Ivar get’s anxious.

“Hvitserk and Ubbe ordered us to find some information about Aethelwulf, now that he can’t contact you anymore, Y/N” Arne started talking very concerned. “Why... do you... think... Y/N is in danger?”, Ivar asked, getting more and more angry with every breath. The tension in the room increased. 

“Aethelwulf wants to attack us. He know about what happened, Y/N”, Ubbe’s voice was tenderly as he spoke to me, yet uneasy. “We trust you and want to help you. Clearly Ivar feels the same”, Hvitserk nodded his head to our intertwined fingers. “Aethelwulf is coming to get you”, Hvitserk continued. Ivar looked at me but my body froze still.

“He’s coming to get you and kill you.”

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Dirt and Ash: Chapter 4

Daryl Dixon x Original Female Character

Summary:  Daryl meets someone out in the forest and can’t help but follow her.

This Chapter: Angeni finally tells him what The Saviors did to her, they catch lunch.

Warnings: Gratuitous Violence, Mentions of The Saviors, Simon, Daryl intentionally touching someone.

Read the rest of the story HERE

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The cave was still cool when she woke up, the early morning haze surrounding her in a moist fog as she stretched out her arms. The void of a missing person plagued her mind as she rubbed her eyes, searching for someone she wasn’t even sure was there to begin with: Damon, David, Daniel…? Daryl! She sat up and looked around toward the mossy entrance, dim light painting the mouth of the cave a gray octagon with no outline of Daryl. Maybe he was just a dream, after all.

She shrugged off the thought, pleasant enough as it was. Another hunter to keep her company, to make sure she wasn’t losing her mind in all of this solitude up in the mountain would have been nice. She sighed and gathered up her bow and arrow, getting ready for her day and the descent down the mountainside.

“You were right,” a gruff southern accent echoed against the rocky walls. “Didn’t see a walker all night.”

She looked up from her hunting tools, aghast that the fading memory she had so quickly dismissed was an actual person and not a mirage. He had been there, broken bread with her and still chosen to stay. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked him over, remembering every detail about his appearance.

“I thought you’d gone,” she muttered, trying not to sound affected as she slung her quiver over her shoulder.

“Pfft,” he waved her off, giving her the impression that the idea was absolute madness. “I kept watch most the night.” He ran his hand along the wall of the cave, shaking the moisture off his hand.

“You didn’t wake me,” she stated.

“I slept here and there.” He shrugged and shook the last few droplets off his fingertips, pointing out to the forest. “We should go into town and get some stuff for a perimeter, maybe check those traps.”

“You’ve done that before?” She gripped her bow tightly. “A perimeter?”

“You haven’t?” He turned and started walking down the mountain, glancing back only to make sure she was close behind. “Just enough stuff to make some noise if anything runs across the line. Doesn’t have to be anything fancy.”

“You did this at your old camp?” she prodded, stepping into his muddy footprints.

“Yeah.” He leaned back with the angle of the mountain, taking slower and heavier strides as he touched her markings on the trees as they passed. “We kept movin’” he started, swinging his arms back and forth as he walked. “Every place we stopped, we thought we were safe. We used perimeters in b’tween.”

“Were you safe at your last camp?” She leaned back too, grabbing those tree branches as she followed the hunter closely.

“Kinda,” he offered, reaching his arm back to grab the crossbow off his back. “After a while we were… but not at first.” He brought the weapon up to his face, searching for any immediate threat as they continued into the forest.

“Saviors?” She wanted to know what caused all that pain he carried with him, but couldn’t tell if he was ready to tell her just yet.

Silence.

Maybe if she told him what happened to her, the horrors she had to endure, he might be more inclined to open up to her in return. It may have been a while since she had interacted with someone besides James, but she remembered feeling safe when someone else showed their vulnerable side. She took in a deep breath and decided to give it a shot.

“James always warned me against letting people in when we were together. He said what had happened to the world brought out the worst in people, that they would panic and try to take what we had.” She straightened her posture as the ground leveled out near the foot of the mountain. “He said that history would repeat itself, and people would turn into savages.” She paused. “I kind of thought he was just ranting and raving until the Saviors came.”

Daryl grabbed the last tree with her mark aggressively carved into it, giving her a look to let her know that he was listening.

“James was out hunting that afternoon, but... he wasn’t far off when they pulled up with their trucks and guns.” She swallowed hard as the memories took over again, wrenching her insides together as she did her best to navigate her path. “We had a cabin in the woods, something completely off the grid that no one knew about but us even before the outbreak… but they eventually found it. James had been living off the land for years. People would call him the crazy old medicine man, Squanto, Chief, Tonto, you name it, but he didn’t care. He liked it out there all by himself, loved it even. I’d only just remembered it when the outbreak happened, and he was kind enough to take me in.”

She stepped in front of him, leading the way to find a rabbit squirming nearby in her trap. It was big enough to provide a decent meal for both of them as it shivered in fear inside the cage. It had no idea it was about to die for them, to give them the strength they needed, but they had gone long enough without a meal to let it go.

“There was a man named Simon… but then he said he was also Kegan…?” She closed her eyes and tilted her head to remember.

“Negan,” Daryl whispered, an angry growl hidden in his throat.

“Yeah, that sounds right.” She opened her eyes and pulled her knife out of its sheath, unlatching the trap and grabbing the rabbit by the scruff of its neck. “They were trying to tie my hands together when one of them said that Negan had never fucked an Injun girl before, and that I should get in the car and go back with them.”

She bent down and whispered a prayer over the rabbit’s soul, shh-ing it as it struggled against her grip. She closed her eyes again as she slit its throat, ignoring the final desperate kicks its legs pounded into the ground.

“He had snuck up from behind, killing most of them, silently, one by one before he got to the man in front of me. Only he missed one that was hiding behind the car, and they shot him.” She opened her eyes. “Right in the head, they shot him… right in front of me!” She squeezed the life out of the rabbit, it’s blood squirting violently between her fingers and into the dirt as her story progressed.

“I was too late to save James, to stop Simon from driving away, but I grabbed that man’s gun and just kept shooting until there was no one left.” Her eyes welled up with tears as the image of his head exploding replayed in her mind like an old movie stuck on a projector. She could feel the shards of bone scatter across her face again as if he were trying to reach out to her one last time. She knew that she told Daryl she had been out here for months, but the truth is she’d lost all track of time and purpose without James. It could have been years since that incident, and she wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.

“Hey.” Rough calloused fingers made their way over the hills and valleys of her knuckles, coating themselves in blood as they held her shaking hands. “Hey,” he whispered again, squeezing her digits gently.

The sudden sensation of being touched by another human led her eyes to his, bringing their blueish gray to her attention for the very first time. Years of torture and understanding washed over her with a single glance as his monstrous arms grasped her trembling figure. He held onto her until the blood ran out, the scarlet liquid dripping off both their hands before he loosened her grip on the animal like a police officer disarming a suspect.

“It’s okay,” he nodded, taking the rabbit and placing it on the ground. “It’s over.” He took her hands in his, holding them together as they quaked and the blood started to coagulate between their fingers. “Least now we know yer traps work.”

[shades-of-ivar]

You are mine cripple

Pairing: Ivar x reader 

Note: Not requested, this is my own original imagine! so enjoy 

Warnings: language, slight smut, cheating. possible minor errors

Your blood boiled when you saw the young blonde slave naked, sitting upon the lap of your lover. Ivar’s eyes calmly shifted from you to her before whispering to her that she was now a free woman, your teeth grind against eachother as you unintentionally reach for the knife that was hidden underneath your dress and tied to your thigh.

It felt like an eternity to you before she nods and slides off your future husband, you couldn’t help but wonder- what if you had entered the throne room a moment later. She steps down the duet of stairs pulling on her dress that was pooled on the ground, she bends over giving Ivar a perfect view of her arse for his eyes to wonder and wonder it did. At this point you wanted blood, was your presence invisible?

The slave rushed towards the door but stops beside you offering a curt and clumsy curtsy before attempting to slip past, You grab a handful of her long hair pulling her close then growled into her ear. “If i see you near Ivar again, I promise i will relieve you of your head and let the birds feast on it,” you threaten. You smirk feeling her tremble under your grasp, it was known that you were just as ruthless as your lover which made this encounter even more disrespectful. She nodded quickly in response and i release her hair allowing her to leave, oh how you wanted to throw the hidden knife into her back.

“(Y/N)” Ivar calls in a joyful voice with his hands raised.Your deadly glare turns  to him, you marched right to the throne he was perched upon with the intention of disarming him of his penis. 

“You disloyal arsehole!” You yelled slapping him across his beautifully flawless face. He chuckles bringing his hands to his now red cheeks, he looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his glowing blue eyes.

“How am i not loyal to you?I was simply freeing a slave girl,” his authentic and sarcastic sounding voice angers you more. His head tilts and his eyes moved towards the door that the slave had exited moments ago.

“Were you freeing her of her clothes as well?!” You yell once again trying to keep your sanity. He simply shrugged looking around the throne room before his eyes returned to yours.

“I was testing her loyalty, she said she’d do anything,”

“while destroying your own,”

He remains silent while watching me with a dull expression. “oh my god,” he was insufferable, he doesn’t even realize how hurt you were feeling. Slowly you started feeling like you weren’t good enough for the great Ivar, maybe that slave girl was prettier than you... you did notice her body, her arse was large than your breast and arse put together.  You had turned away from Ivar in your thought and folded your arms, that was when Ivar notice your distress. 

He grabs your arm pulling you to face him.

“(Y/N) i-”

“Did you kiss her Lothbrok,” That was the first time you ever called him by his father’s last name. He nods his head in a rounded motion sighing , he knew he couldn’t escape the argument that was coming so he confessed. “And, she touched my cock,”he says calmly and if you heard properly pride. Your hand strikes his face again, this time harder, it echoed through the concrete room to your pleasure.

How dare he let another another woman touch him like that! What if it was the other way around! he would have killed the man on sight you are sure. Since you couldn’t kill her, you’ll kill him. Ivar observed the rage and tears in your eyes feeling somewhat remorseful but, he didn’t show nor express it. “She said i was special, and that i was destined for great things,” He says softly, those words made you retrieve your knife from your thigh.

You climbed onto his lap, the place the impostor once sat, You pressed the knife to his neck hard enough to leave a mark. “ She doesn’t know shit about you, I tell you those things! I am allowed to climb upon your lap and I will be the only woman ever to touch.your.cock,”

His hands trails to your arse and you swiftly move the knife slicing his left hand before returning it to his neck. He hiss yet doesn’t move his hands but his grip tighten on your arse, he bites his lip obviously sexually aroused by your aggression. 

Hvitserk having a piss poor timing enters the room with a speed before skidding to a stop seeing our position. Ivar’s head moved to the side to watch his brother’s confused expression. “Ah, Hvitserk join the party,” Ivar jokes obviously not threatened by the knife pressed to his neck nor the bleeding of his hands. 

Hvitserk knowing of the couple’s toxic relationship and didn’t want to intervene, especially because he knew your aim was just as good as Ivar’s. He backed away slowly to the door before sending Ivar a grin.”(Y/N), please don’t cripple another part of my brother,”

“No promises ,” you called listening until he left.

Ivar’s eyes returned to yours and your anger slowly demolish. 

” I....I cant do this Ivar,” Your once tough and aggressive demeanor gone. Ivar takes the knife from your now loosen grip tossing it to the ground, he moves his bloody hands to your face forcing you to keep eye contact.

“I wasn’t going to fuck her, and i didn’t ask her to touch me,” he starts his confusing apology.”I am sorry i kissed her, I wanted to be craved by a woman and forgot the beautiful woman i already have,”

You didn’t want to believe him but, he was loyal for the most part and this was his first slip up. You could forgive him- actually you already forgave him.”Oh Ivar, any woman would want you, especially with how strong and ruthless you are. but i promise you,” you brought your lips inches from his, “ I will kill any girl i ever see you with again, they will never love you like i do Ivar,” 

You jut your hips forward earning a groan from him, he lolls his head back in pleasure giving you access to bite his neck. “You wont have to,” Ivar submits pushing your hips down to meet his again. 

“I should bring in your little slave girl and let her watch you fuck me, she needs to know who you belong to,” You were about to dismount him but he grabs your hips keeping you in place. He looked to his neglected guard that was standing at the door. 

“Bring her back.” with a nod he leaves to fetch the freed girl. “Let’s give her a show,” 

He roughly turns you in his lap as he struggles to move up the layers of your skirt, the door opens just as your nude arse is exposed. 

The girl enters without the guard she stands scared shifting from one foot to the other. She opens her mouth to speak but Ivar’s bloody hand slapping your arse silences her and without warning his finger slips inside and you moan throwing your back.

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