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This account will be temporarily on hold till further notice.

Thank you for understanding. If you guys have any questions, let me know.

Requests are still open.

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Thank you to all of you! 

You couldn’t understand the joy it brings to my heart to see that someone new has started following my blog, that somebody liked one of the imagines and getting asks. 

You all are amazing and I appreciate each and everyone of you!💛🖤

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Ivar the Impossible

Ivar: Can you direct me to that bridge?

Commoner: Of course. You have to walk to -

Ivar: Don't tell me what to do.

Commoner: [narrows eyes at Ivar] I'm just giving instructions how to get there. You just have to -

Ivar: Did I not just tell you not to order me around?!

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“(Y/N), my darling,” Hvitserk whispers. “You are the sole reason I laugh and smile and dare to dream more than I ever have done before. I thank Odin and Frigga for blessing me with a beautiful miracle such as yourself. You have been, are and will forever be the love of my life.”

As he tenderly caressed your lips with his soft ones, he embraced you tightly as you both look down the high hills where your kingdom was gloriously spread out. “We shall reign in peace till our dying days. Till we reunite with our loved ones in Valhalla.” 

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just read your Ivar loving yn as Odin loves Freya and I am in love!!!!Will you make more please?

Hey nonnie! Aww thank you and I’ve gotten a few messages from my followers about how they loved Ivar comparing his love to the reader as Odin loved Frigga. Also, yes, I will definitely make more; I have requests to complete as well. I’ve just been super busy with work. I will get back to writing this week. Thank you for your lovely comment. You are too kind!

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Hey love, I hope life is treating you well😊 I wanted to tell you how much I love your imagines, I'm new to the fandom and I really enjoy them so much I love to read them while waiting for new episodes, they're really amazing and very addictive. But I have a question if you don't mind me asking, are you willing to continue Thirteen of Gormánuđur cuz IT'S FREAKING AMAZING 😍😍😍 and I'm so hooked to it, it's beyond amazing actually. And one more question, what is Gormánuđur?

Hello, sweetest nonnie! Thank you a million times for your lovely words, it does mean a lot to me. Yes, I will continue with the Bishop’s Daughter fanfic. I think it’ll be a long fanfic. 

As for your question, Gormánuđur refers to the “Butchering Month”. It has to do with the old Norse seasons. Therefore, from October 14th to November 13th, it’s the welcoming of the harvest and it was dedicated to the Norse God Fréyr. So that is the time when, Ivar and Rosamund meet. I hope that was clear for you, nonnie! Also, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you Happy Holidays filled with new possibilities and whatever your heart desires.

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Being Ivars sister and him giving you to heahmund as a sort of peace offering

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“It’s good, isn’t it?” You wink, taking a sip of your eggnog. 

Hvitserk and Sigurd smirked at each other as they raised their cups in a toast while Bjørn chuckled and nodded at you as he licked away the trail of eggnog on his upper lip. 

At the end of the table, Ubbe was trying to get Ivar to try the festive drink while Ivar glared at his brother for continuously imploring him to take a sip of the most distasteful drink he had ever seen. 

“Ivar, for the last time, no one is trying to poison you.” Ubbe reassured his younger brother.

“Are my eyes turning blue?” Ivar questioned. “That means I’m in great danger, perhaps due to this wretched drink.”

Ubbe sighed and grabbed Ivar by the collar, pulling him towards himself as he angrily whispered, “You haven’t even tasted the drink, how can you be in danger? Now, stop this madness and drink up.” 

Ivar made a small pout and took the cup from his brother’s hand. 

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“I’m not much of a romantic, my love but you do know what I must do in such circumstances.” Ubbe smirked as he pointed to the mistletoe that hung above the two of you.

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Request by: @bloodreadlipstick​  

Original Request: Hey. I'm rather new to the Vikings fandom and i am so glad to have found your blog. Could I request an imagine where the artistic reader will be away (perhaps for battle) so she leaves him with a pouch of rather arousing sketches to keep him company while she is away 😏

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 505

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope you enjoy this imagine, lovely. I’m sorry it took so long! And I hope you have a Merry Christmas xoxo

As I passed the corridors with an army of Norsemen following closely behind me, the people of Kattegat seemed to hold their breaths as they surged forward to see me stride by. Perhaps it was due to the unusual armour that I had chosen to wear.

Against the light of the frigid dawn, the golden pieces of my cuffs that hung around my ankles and my wrists resembled like jewels that you’d only have the pleasure of discovering in the deepest mines of the realm of Niðavellir.

“Make way for Prince Ivar!” One of the men shouted.

Suddenly, murmurs began to pass through the crowds. I notice one of the women embraces her child by the shoulders as his little features were fear-stricken. I turn and as I rest my hand at the handle of my sword, I look at my beloved who crawled his way through my army of Norsemen, towards me. His eyes, much like a pair of sapphires set in snow, never leave my gaze as I slowly crouch to his level.

As Ivar approached to where I kneeled, he instantly grabbed at my collar and pulled me towards himself. Our faces only inches apart as his warm lips tantalizingly brush against my ear. “You thought you could leave without bidding me farewell?”

“Of course not, dear husband. That is why you are here.”

He smirked finally comprehending the meaning of my response. “You knew I was coming.”

Ivar released me from his strong grasp and chuckled at the small pouting of my lips. I rise to my feet and I beckoned him away from the prying eyes and ears of the crowds, to the ends of the dock.

From the small pouch that I had carried with my sword, I take out my leather-bound book of sketches with its title neatly penned in ink. As I flipped through the pages of my sketches, I hand a few loose papers to Ivar.

“What are these?” Ivar questioned as his brows bunch up in confusion.

“Sketches and drawings,” I answer. “Though, these ones are much different from the ones I had shown you before. These are of me to keep you company while I am to be away in battle.”

Ivar did not respond yet I knew that he was awestruck and surprised at my words. In the past, I had shown him many drawings which mostly contained his vision of a prosperous kingdom. I would capture every detail of his imagination and pen them in my book of drawings to create the world he wished to rule. With cobblestone roads, glittering temples and colossal statues of the Norse Pantheon in honour of all the Gods.

This time, as Ivar unfolded the papers, he flushed as if he were kissed by a blooming spring rose and smiled, hiding his face with his calloused hands. I laugh wholeheartedly and caress my husband with a kiss upon his cool cheek.

“Even in drawings you appear as a Goddess, my sweet dove.” Ivar smiles.

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Ragnarssons’ Favourite Colour On You

Bjørn Ironside - Light or Baby Blue

The sweet colour of light blue matched you almost too perfectly in Bjørn’s eyes. It complimented the love you had of freedom, vast imagination and sensitivity. The eldest Ragnarsson Prince regarded your immaculate being with awe as he could not take his eyes off of you each time you wore the colour. As he stared at you, he reminded himself that in the world of unfortunate wars and conflicts, angels did in fact exist because you were the one to remind him of one.

Ubbe Ragnarsson - Yellow

It had been during a feast that you had decided to wear the colour yellow. And ever since, Ubbe was enthralled by it. He thought you resembled a magical being with powers which made even the coppery rays of the sun cower with envy. You brought the colour to life by your adventurous personality and self-fulfilling nature. You had not known how much he loved when you wore this colour till the day of your birthday when Ubbe surprised you with a gift of the most elegant, yellow dress anyone had ever seen.

Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Red

The moment he caught sight of you in your red dress, Hvitserk had no words to utter. He had no words to speak but numerous thoughts roamed his mind. You were like a walking daydream, a glimpse of the heavenly halls of Valhalla. Hvitserk found himself falling in love with you all over again as he saw you take a seat next to Lagertha in a dress of the colour that praised your passionate and energetic nature. He was sure that you were a reincarnation of a fearsome ancient Goddess that he had at the very least the mere privilege to gaze upon.

Sigurd Snake-In-The-Eye - Green

Sigurd always smiled when he saw you slip into a dress of the colour green. His soul and mind fell at peace simply by looking at you yet it also made him feel wonderfully wild. Sigurd never failed to notice how much the colour suited you and he made sure to compliment you of it. There were times when you went for walks by the shores of the beach and he knew he was not the only one who thought that green was flattering to your nature as others stared at you in wonder. 

Ivar The Boneless - White

It came as an astonishing surprise when you heard Ivar compliment you. As it associated with purity, innocence, faith and understanding, the colour was a perfect epitome to your personality. Whenever you chose to wear white, Ivar would demand you sit by him quietly as he’d admire you for a while. Occasionally, he’d order you to wear white during grand feasts as he loved how you, his beloved, stood out of the crowd, or illuminated the Hall with your presence as Ivar would describe it.

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It was a grave mistake that you would never forgive yourself for the rest of eternity. Suddenly, falling in love with a Prince, a mortal man, no less. Though, deep in the roots of your heart, you felt as if you had decided this fateful event, specifically and only to come to the aid to this handsome Prince.

Perhaps, to aid him away from the mad King that you had heard so many Aesir talk of. Ivar the Boneless, you had heard his name of being.

As your thoughts consumed you, you had not realized that the Prince had taken notice of your presence as he regarded you with pure awe. You quickly look away and tried to hide within the crowds.

Though, unbeknownst to you, Hvitserk was already captivated by you and as he smiled to his brother Ubbe, he made his way to follow you.

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Ivar and Freydis

Ivar: What is this?

Freydis: That is my to-do list.

Ivar: It only has my name on it...

Freydis: I know 😏😏

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