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multific · 1 year

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Grown to Love You

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Warnings: mention of smut, murder, kidnapping and obsessive behaviour

Summary: He finds you during a raid. Ivar the Boneless has to have you.

You were all alone and scared when his men found you and brought you to him. One asked if he could have you, but Ivar wanted you for himself.

He loved the fire and hatred in your eyes.

In the beginning, he kept you in his home, he could tell your masked your fear with anger as you tried many times to escape, but you always failed.

Then one day, something happened.

You were just sitting there on the floor. Not cursing at him, not throwing things. Was this your new technique to escape? A new plan perhaps? Pretending that you gave up?

"What are you looking at?" you asked as he kept staring.

"That is not how you talk to your King." but you said nothing, no snarky comeback, you didn't spit at him or kick him. You just sat there, chains around your hands as you looked at the fireplace. He moved from his bed, crawling over to you, much like how he had done before.

You slowly turned and looked at him.

"What is your new plan?"

"I have no plans. Even if I get out of here, I have no home to go back to, you burned my house." he watched your eyes, took him a moment to realize, your fire was gone. No fear, no hatred, no anger.

He won.

You gave up.

"You are mine. You have been since the moment I saw you." his hand moved to lower your dress from your shoulder and kissed your skin.

"Why didn't you touch me before then? If I'm yours?"

"I will never force myself on a woman,"

"You can't even walk."

"Which is why you will have to please me."

"And if I refuse?" a hint, a slight hint of the fire came back for a second before you let out a sigh because as you looked at him, you realized he didn't mean it, the smile on his face and the eyes told you.

"My grandmother warned me about men with blue eyes. She said she had a dream that one day, a man like that would take me and I will be lost. She said it was as if I walked into the darkness. She couldn’t see me after that." you tugged on your chains. "You haven't been as bad to me as I thought you will be. I thought you would... force me, beat me and kill me. But you fed me and kept me warm. Sure, you didn't give me a bed-"

"I told you to sleep next to me."

"How can you be sure I wouldn't kill you?"

"I have sharp senses. I am a warrior." his eyes continued to just watch your every move. "Agree to become my wife and you will have a great life."

"Wife?"

He nodded. "You will become Queen, you will become fully mine. Not my pet, but my woman. You have nothing to go back to, no one to return to."

"You killed everyone... so I'd stay with you?" he nodded. His eyes shone with something you didn't know, obsession.

"Your beauty is captivating, I was sure you are a witch. So beautiful and gentle. I saw it in your eyes. And now, you finally gave into me. I will take you as wife, marry me and you will have a life filled with love and care."

Your grandma was right, looking into his eyes, you walked right into the darkness, right into his arms.

He was obsessed and you were lost.

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Couple months had passed since you were wed to Ivar.

Living the life of a Viking, you tried your best to understand their traditions and follow their life style.

But it was challenging.

So much so, that when a man commented on it, you saw a side of Ivar you have never seen before.

"What did you say?" Both you and Hvitserk looked at Ivar and then at the man. Ivar was way too calm.

"I said, your Queen is a whore! She is not even a true Viking!" the man was drunk, and probably didn't even realize what he was saying.

One second the man was laughing, clearly not reading the room as everyone sat, frozen. The next moment the man was on the floor with an axe piercing his skull.

"Does anyone else have any comments to my wife?" no one moved, no one took a breath. Ivar started laughing.

You continued to eat.

Hvitserk shook his head before grabbing more wine.

"You defended my honour." you turned to Ivar as he sat to take of his armour.

"I have done that before, you just weren't present."

"Thank you."

"We have been married for months, you know I have deep feelings for you, of course I would defend you."

"I have never seen you so unhinged, so angry yet so calm, everyone was scared of you, I could feel their fear. Everyone was scared, while I was extremely aroused." this made Ivar look at you immediately. Now, topless, only wearing his trousers, he watched you, you shocked him. "You are incredible Ivar. You are so strong, people used to call you a cripple, now they fear your name and I truly realized that tonight. I am married to a true King, and My King, I wish for you to breed me tonight." lust filled your eyes.

Ivar swallowed, he watched you just standing there before you slowly brought your hands up to your shoulders, you moved your dress down as you turned, he didn't see your front, he saw your naked back. You moved onto the bed, watching him as you knelt on the furs.

"Please." your plea was barely audible, but it made him move.

Like a starved beast, he crawled over to you, meeting him halfway on the bed, your lips found his as his hands began to grab at your flesh.

Oh, how he loved this side of you.

You might play an innocent maiden when people were around, but truth was, when the moon was on the highest point of the sky, in the middle of the evening, Ivar could see your true side. You were possibly a siren, on top of him, moving up and down his shaft switching between slow and fast, your pace was always perfect.

His hands grabbed your flesh, everywhere he could reach, thighs, hips, or breasts.

Anything he could reach.

But you loved it the most when he sat up, meeting your lips as you still moved on top of him, his hands on your back as his lips were on yours, teeth pulling your bottom lip before moving to your neck and breasts.

Every evening, his room smelled of sex and fire.

You laying beside him, with your head on his chest, your finger making patterns on his skin as his arm was around your shoulder or hips. pulling you closer if that is possible.

Yes, he was obsessed with you, and yes you lusted for this man. He might have taken you from your home, trapped you and forced love out of you, but you were still here, swore to love him until your last breath.

"Do you think it worked?" he asked and you had a feeling what he meant.

"I believe, if your God is kind to us, then yes. We might have a child soon."

"Odin is great, I'm not sure if I can have children."

"Why wouldn't you? Your legs never stopped you from spilling your seed in me before. You worry for nothing Ivar, but even if tonight wasn't enough. I will never give up the hope of gifting you a child."

He smiled as you looked up at him, placing a kiss on his chin.

"I can see you with a daughter. She would make you chase her around the room, you would kill anyone for her, she would be perfect."

"Your imagination is quite something, My Love."

"I can also see you with a son. Teaching him your strategies, how to fight and survive, how to be a warrior. Only one child?" you asked.

"As many as you would give me." he replied.

"A lot of children. I would like that, it would mean when you leave for raids, I wouldn't be lonely." He looked into your eyes, seeing his blues as you smiled. You always spoke of such futures, he felt he wasn't good enough to be in them.

Having a lot of children with you was something he didn't even dare to dream about, and yet here you were. Your eyes shining with love and affection as you spoke of possible children with him.

"I love you." he whispered as you felt his palm on your back, pulling you in for a kiss.

"I love you too, My King." You kissed him on the lips, running your hand through his hair as you soon fell asleep with him.

You woke not long after, you were incredibly thirsty so as quietly as you could, you made your way to get some water. You put on a short gown, which you often slept in.

On your way back to the bed you saw possibly the most amazing view. Nothing could compare.

A naked Ivar, surrounded by furs as the fire made his skin glow.

His features relaxed as he slept on his back, one arm next to his head, the other laid out, waiting for your return.

Your eyes roamed his chest, running over his tattoos and muscles before you moved your eyes further down, although his cock, which always gave you great pleasure, was hidden under the furs, and your eyes longed on the visible bump before moving back up, the fur was dangerously low, making you thirsty for something other than water.

Ivar was a work of art. You were convinced he didn't even realize how tempting he was.

He moved ever so slightly in his sleep. AS if his subconscious was looked for you, his arm twitched, begging for you to return.

And you did. You moved back on the bed, right where you left from.

Oh, how you wished his seed took, gifting him a child would make you the happiest. You know you had to dissolve every doubt in his mind, but you were ready for the challenge.

You went back to sleep as his arm moved back to your waist. Slightly pulling you close as he let out a long sigh.

You drifted back to sleep.

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classywitchunknown · 19 days

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Imagine the house of the dragon x reader x vikings

Reader is the beloved targaryen princess. The youngest daughter of alicent and visary. Everyone's favorite family member is due to her kind heart and open mind. Maybe when she was able to get away from her overprotective and possessive family, she took a peaceful walk in the woods, collecting beautiful flowers. Then she finds the injured ragnarssons and takes them back to her home. Maybe she gives them some of the flowers or some gold and jewelry to welcome them to her home. The family only accepted it because how could say no to their precious little princess (they kept an eye on them, though). Ivar takes notice that she treats him like anyone else (even after knowing he's a cripple), and the fact that she'd wack sigurd upside the head whenever he picks on him (like she did for aemond when their brother and nephews would pick on him). The ragnarssons fall in love with her, especially when she asks to learn more about their gods with a sparkle in her eyes since the first time they spoke about them. We all know the reader's family wouldn't let them marry her (especially alicent), so now there's another war. Who will when in the end? Will the reader marry one of the ragnarssons or one of her brothers or nephews? How would aslaug react to the reader? Will she see her as the daughter she always wanted? Would Ragnar and/or largetha do the same?

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pinkykats-place · 13 days

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deceitfuldevout · 10 months

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Play Me a Tragedy

Dark!Ivar x Wife!Reader

Word Count: +2416

Warning(s): +18, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con, Raiding, Forced pregnancy.

Author's Note(s): Y'all should know by now I'm all for the dramatics.

You and your husband, King Ivar, have been invited to a play. Accompanied by your children to celebrate your wedding anniversary. Filled with entertainment, games, and a feast. But it wasn't just any day, no. This was the day your entire world fell apart. When you were taken from your home, and everyone you loved. All to celebrate what was you considered to be the worst day of your life.

There had been stories told throughout the feast. Every last one of them stroked your husband's never-ending ego. Within only a few years, Ivar had gained a large mass of devoted followers who were willing to die for him and his cause. With that kind of power given to a mad man such as himself, of course it would go to his head.

Ivar convinced the people of Kattegat of his new world order. That if they follow him and him only would they achieve Valhalla. It was more a cult if anything. He made his people believe that you were his very own 'deity'. He claimed that you were made especially for him by the gods. That the two of you were destined for one another, as a way for Ivar to justify his actions. Even after being given the title of 'Queen', you had no say in politics. You were a glorified broodmare. There wasn't a single day that passed where Ivar wouldn't claim ownership over you. He would dress you himself in the finest silks and jewels during the day. By nigh. he would ravage you until the morning.

After the birth of your first child, you had finally broken. Willingly following his orders, knowing that there would be no one else to protect you and your child. Ivar was glad to claim you were finally his. Body and soul. Now proven with his cub. He would remind you everyday to be grateful that it was him who found you first. In his own words, "Who knows how it would end with any other man, this is what's best for you.", That you should be thanking him. Deep down you knew if it were another warrior, they'd tear you apart. After all, it was your husband's status that gave you access to such a luxurious life. A gilded cage fit for a queen.

Today he was obnoxiously louder than usual. His voice booms throughout the dining hall. The entertainers had saved the best story for last. 'A Tale of a Fallen Kingdom.' they called it. There were actors in costume to represent Ivar and his warriors. It only took a moment to realize which day they were reenacting.

The narrator clears his voice before beginning, "Five years ago, to this day..." he states, "King Ivar and his men visit a Kingdom, untouched by war and plague." it was then when the crowd decided to spew their distaste towards your people. Spewing insults and curses at your country's flag. Your brows furrow as your eyes widen. Had that much time really pass? Surely it hadn't been that long...it felt as though you'd been 'married' for almost a decade. But then again only a year with Ivar felt like forever.

It was almost unreal how accurate their clothes were. It had been a while since you'd seen someone dressed in your people's clothes. From the stage setup, to the costume design. It was like a memory had been extracted and put on display. You tear up at the sight of it. Truly missing your home more than ever. Part of you wasn't sure your family were still alive. There was a young maiden dressed in modest clothing. Not just any garb no, it was specifically designed for a lady in waiting. A title you were given from being the general's daughter. There your character stood, following the other meek women of the royal court.

You were portrayed as a ditzy, clumsy little thing. Who couldn't fend to save her life. Scoffing at the display, you turn to face Ivar who had found it all amusing. You roll your eyes. Did he truly find this mockery entertaining? It was obviously a political tool. Then your mind began racing. Was this truly how the people of Kattegat view you? That you were willing to betray your own people so easily. All to become Ivar's own personal whore. Your blood began to boil. This wasn't a love story but a tragedy. The young man dressed as Ivar lets out a triumphant laugh. Your counterpart had depicted you as an absolute moron, who craved the attention of a man that would give a second glance.

You scoff at the display. Out of all your ladies in court, you were the most educated. That's how you captured Ivar's interest. He had been fascinated by your intelligence. It was rare for women in your kingdom to seek an education, let alone willingly. Your parents supported you furthering your studies alongside the men. No one would question their general's only child.

Ivar used to sneak in a few pieces of literature for you to read. The next time he summoned you was for a game of chess. To his surprise you'd beaten him, his entire demeanor had shifted. He partially blames himself for underestimating a woman of these lands. But then again, not many were educated here. It was at the moment where his final decision was made, he had to have you.

Soon enough the audience follows with boisterous laughs. 'Ivar' releases his crutches before making an exaggerated dive for the woman. She squeals, "No no~you handsome heathen!" squealing as the man began to 'ravage' her. You felt a deep pit of despair, falling ill at the sight of their performance. Ivar on the other hand, was ecstatic. He indulged in the portrayal of himself, covering the growing smirk behind his cup. As the narrator continues, "How will the poor maiden survive such a world?" announcing it to the crowd.

It was then when the women clings onto 'Ivar' as if her life depended on it, "Please! King Ivar! Take me! Take me away from this boring life! Make a woman of me!" the woman boasts as she rips her blouse open, "I'm yours!" She lifts her skirts in a seductive manner. You felt sick to your stomach. This is not what happened, not at all. You had a life, a family that you were taken from.

You remember clawing at his face, hard enough to break skin. Ivar hisses from the sting. He lifts your shoulders and slams you against the ground. You felt dizzy from the impact. Air escaping your lungs as you cough to catch breath. Your vision blurs for a moment before realizing he'd already ripped through your blouse. He skillfully cuts through the garment, lifting your skirts to make way.

You despised Ivar's efforts at keeping a heroic image in public. Angry tears fell down your face. Because you, of all people, knew the truth. You have scars to bear with. From the leather bindings that burned into your wrists during that cursed wedding night, to the following months after. How he'd bound you to bed like an animal, until he was sure you were with child.

Ivar chuckles at your eldest son's discomfort. Seeing his parents being depicted as very passionate lovers. He rubs his head, "Someday you will also become a man." causing the four year old to gag. Ivar doesn't wince when your second born sits on his lap. She adores her father. Of course it was easy being the apple of his eye, and at times, she uses it to her advantage.

Every time you'd scold her, she'd run into her father's arms. You on the other hand despised his efforts at keeping a heroic image. When it was clear as day he was not to be trusted. The same hands that held your daughter close, were used to slaughter hundreds.

Seeing such a mockery being displayed to your children made your heart shatter. Tears began to trickle as you sob in silence. Your daughter notices and leaves her father to comfort you. Ivar is too absorbed into the play to pay attention. He lets out a boastful laugh, clutching his sides as the crowd roaring continues. It was during the king's coronation when the Northmen attacked.

Ivar and his men raided the other surrounding kingdoms. As a peace offering they were invited to the ceremony. Little did your leader know what sinister actions would play out. Ivar and the young king had been in talks for a peace treaty.

You held your girl close, shielding her from the next scene. It was the day he had taken you.

You and the other maidens just so happened to pass by the dining hall. It was at that moment when Ivar swore time itself had stopped. He had been mesmerized by your presence. You, a noble maiden had captured the heathen king's heart.

For the entire evening he hadn't cared for anyone's attention but yours. Ordering you to halt everything to give the King your attention. His obsession was obvious to everyone but you. He followed you around like a love-sick puppy. To the point where the King himself appointed you as his foreign advisor.

Ivar had tried everything to woo you. From the promises of riches, to land, to the title of noblewoman. All of which you politely declined. Stating that you were happy with you life the way it was. Part of you knew he wouldn't stop until you gave him the attention he so desperately craved. So much so that he decides to take matters into his own hands.

Suddenly the stage began to erupt with an array of ribbons thrown into the air. To symbolize the arrows lit aflame. Flashes of that night came to you in small doses. You're no longer in Kattegat but now residing in your kingdom, before it was burned to the ground. You could see what was once your home, burning right before your very eyes. Hearing the echoes of your people's screams. The day your life changed forever.

There Ivar was, crawling towards you as you ran for the door. "Help! Help me! Someone please!" you ran as fast as you could. The gates began to close. There was not a moment to waste. You ran because your life depended on it. But it was too late, the guards on the other side began to pull harder for the gate to close. Soon enough it had shut.

You slam it as hard as you can. Until your fists began to bruise, "Please! Someone help me! I'm the commander's daughter! Please!" taking a breath loud enough so that they can hear you, "Don't leave me!" sobbing against the metal doors. As you turn around to find Ivar had caught up with you. He grins from ear to ear covered in blood from the fallen soldiers. With a look in his eyes that said: You're mine.

On the other side of the border your father and his men fought to defend the kingdom's last line of defense. "Sir!" a solider ushers for your father, who scolds him, "Not now boy!" he swings his sword at a heathen climbing the walls. But the man insists, "It's your daughter." causing the general to halt, "What is it boy?!"

"She's missing."

"What has happened?!"

"She left for the market this morning."

Those words alone made his blood run cold, "No..." It was that day when your father had made the ultimate sacrifice. Either let the gates down and weaken the kingdom's last defense, or lose his only child. Soon enough, Ivar had already reached the gates, halting his army from furthering. He demands to speak with your father to make a deal, “General, will you let me wed your daughter?”

He scowls at such a command, “When it rains fire.”

Ivar hums, nodding at the man's proclaim, “So let it be.” He raises his arms in the air, signaling for his warriors to shoot. Hundreds of arrows are lit aflame and shot into the sky. It took three days and nights until your kingdom had finally surrendered. Ivar had won. Your kingdom had lost.

This was the ‘Great love story’ of King Ivar and his queen. Your remember the pain and betrayal felt was immeasurable. Those strong feelings from years ago all came down at once. Like something inside of you had finally tipped over. You finally reach your breaking point, bowing your head in shame. Crying to yourself as your daughter tries her best to comfort you. But her soft heart could no longer take the sight of her mother weeping, as she wraps her arms around you and cries.

It catches the attention of your husband. It was then when his mood had shifted. He couldn’t help but feel like a deep pit had been dug in his belly. Ivar swishes the ale in his mouth, swallowing it as if it were bitter.

He sighs, standing up from his seat, “Halt!” he commands. The room goes silent. There isn’t so much as a whisper. Ivar gathers the actors, lining them up in a row for interrogation. He orders the guards to bring the writer responsible for the play. Soon enough, a timid man is put on stage. It was then when you had to beg your husband to spare his life. Ivar lets out a huff, "You should be thanking my wife for sparing you. Don't let it happen again." with that the celebration had come to an end.

You left as fast as you could. Sending your children off to their rooms before returning to your dreadful marital chambers. You ready yourself for bed, hoping that Ivar would return much later. When you hear his footsteps approaching you don't bother to look him in the eye. You help your husband remove his leg braces; since he's only ever let you do it.

When the two of you are finally in bed, Ivar reaches for your waist. He wraps his arms around your body as he held your bodies together. He presses his nose against the top of your hair, whispering, "It was the gods who led me to you my love..." he sighs, breathing in your scent. He hums, "The healers have already informed me." he brushes his hand flat against your mid drift. He feels for the swell of your under belly, one of his favorite things to do. If he could stay like this forever, he would. Ivar reassures you with soft whispers, "There there my love, it is in the past..." as he gently wipes the tears away, cooing as you cried the rest of the night in his arms.

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literaryuppsala · 2 years

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You kept me like a secret (But I kept you like an oath)

Title: All too well (10 min version) Taylor’s Version by Taylor Swift.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader (fem)

Summary: You and Ivar had a secret relationship.

Words: 3997

Warnings: Here we go again fellas, into the unknown beautiful world of erotica, an ocean of pining in anticipation and sexual tension, two idiots (probably) in love, smut (p in v), unprotected cause it’s 825AC (if you’re living in 2022, buy a condom you moron), there’s oral (f receiving), there’s face riding and ab riding too, dirty talk (sort of), subby!Ivar (he’s a warning too). And I guess that’s all, either way proceed with caution.

A/N: Won’t repeat the other notes, just know I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. My asks are always open, feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.

Filth below the cut, enjoy ♥:

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Queen Aslaug was known for her abilities to throw memorable feasts. The stories of these celebrations crossed the borders of Kattegat and flew around all Norway; she was the gods’ favorite, known to be the one Queen who never displeased any of them, honoring their names and sacrificing for their own sake.

So, when Ragnar and Lagertha came back victorious from another raid in the kingdom of Frankia, the Queen did what she was expected to do: a feast to honor the gods and thank them for that victory, a celebration of gratitude because her lovers and children came back to her unharmed.

The night was just starting when all of the people of Kattegat gathered around inside the great hall and as the blazing flames danced around casting abstract shadows on the walls, you walked through the tables filling their cups with good mead, giving the remaining survivors your best, empathetic smile, because you knew they had lost so much and you unconsciously wanted to give them comfort.

For the first time in months the eight main chairs in the hall were all occupied. Queen Aslaug was glowing, smiling through her eyes while Queen Lagertha whispered something unintelligible into the shell of her ear. King Ragnar chatted excitedly with his men, laughing out loud at some of their terrible jokes. Their sons were there too, sitting side by side and surrounded by girls, the Ragnarssons were all smiles. The young princes; Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar; had all the attention they wanted and basked in their fame, using to their own advantage when It came to having a warm body to warm up their beds.

“Hey, thrall-” A familiar voice cut through the fog of thoughts in your brains, catching your attention immediately and making your eyes wander back to the thrones, back to where the voice came. “Fill my cup.” He ordered raising his cup, looking at you with a smug smile plastered on his face.

Ivar was the youngest of the Ragnarssons, the most difficult one, or so they said. His dark blue irises locked with yours after he gave you his order, a cocked eyebrow showed his impatience to you having your body shivering in response.

“Yes, my prince.” You mouthed, slowly approaching the throne with your head down.

It wasn’t unknown for you how your body seemed to be drawn to Ivar’s like a moth to a flame and you knew that the closer you got, the dangerous it got, but, just like the moth that died in the fire, you couldn’t get away from his grip, nor even wanted to.

You kept your gaze down as you filled his cup, avoiding eye contact even If every fiber in your skin ached under his stare, you just didn’t want to lose any more of your control over your own body, not in front of everyone in Kattegat.

“I am sure she has a name, brother.” Hvitserk growled, looking at you, his features showing his true concern with your feelings, even though he, himself, probably did not know your name either.

“And I am sure it’s a stupid, thrall name.” He mocked taking a sip from his cup and then cleaning his lips with the back of his hand. “But we can always find a new, more fun, nickname for her.”

“Ivar…” Ubbe growled, using his dark, deep tone to warn his little brother.

You moved away shyly and went back to your previous activity: serving ale to the other men around the great hall, only this time you had their full attention on you. Once Ivar picked someone to harass, the poor soul wouldn’t have peace ‘til the end of the night, and that night he decided to choose you. His beautiful, dark blue irises crossed the great hall following your every move almost like he didn’t want to lose sight of you.

“Little bird.” He yelled after a while. “Her voice is so soft, almost like a little peep from a tiny bird.”

“Stop tormenting the poor girl, Ivar.” Ubbe said, this time his tone was more stern.

“You keep having soft spots for the servants, brother. That’s why you ended up fooled by one.” He teased, taking the cup to his lips one more time, his gaze discreetly back on you again.

The discussion started, the ragnarssons could never share a table without diving into an argument that would never lead them anywhere. At that point, their fights became a type of entertainment to everyone in Kattegat, really.

Ivar’s smart mouth would always have the final blow, too good at spilling poison against his brothers, using their weakness against themselves, truly getting under their skin to the point they would just stand up and leave. It wasn’t different that night, eventually all of them left, but the youngest Lothbrok stayed, a cocky smile on his lips after he ‘won’ another fight against his brothers.

But you knew better. Under that hard cover, behind that cocky smile, you knew the real him. A secret you guarded with your own life, meaning: If you ever let that spread, you would be a dead woman. Either way the danger of the situation seemed to only increase your excitement, you were never scared.

As the great hall started to get empty, your heart started to hammer against your rib cage so loud you feared it could be heard by the drunk men remaining at the tables. But you kept cleaning, grooming, everything to ease your mind.

“Little bird.” Ivar finally called you, making you stop and look at him. “Leave it and go wait for me in my chambers.”

You only nodded, the other thralls looking at each other as you left the wet cloth you had on your hands on one of the wooden tables and walked towards Ivar’s bedroom.

The rumors about Ivar’s ‘problem with women’ spreaded around very fast just like a wildfire in a forest. So they didn’t quite understand what could possibly happen between the two of you behind those walls. But you? You were never the type of woman who believed in rumors anyway.

You sat on his bed and waited patiently until you could hear his crutches on the floor, a smirk creeping on your face immediately. Ivar pushed the door open, his eyes finding yours as he carefully entered, closing the door behind him, making sure that would stay locked.

“What took you so long, my prince?” You asked carefully.

“The fact that I'm a cripple?” He cocked an eyebrow, an angry look on his face as he stared at you sternly, uselessly trying to intimidate you.

“That’s not how you answer me, is it?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Shut up and help me with my crutches.” He growled as he walked towards the bed and sat by your side.

“No.” You answered quickly as you got up. “If you wanna act like a big boy, you can take them by yourself.” You walked towards the door, but before you could open you heard his voice, a whisper this time.

“Please.”

“Someone remembered his manners.” You stopped on your tracks and turned, walking back towards him. As you stood still in front of Ivar, he looked up at you, leaning into your touch when your hands met the side of his beautiful face. “How do you say it?”

“Please, my queen, can you help me with my crutches?” He repeated softly. His eyes had a sparkling blue saved for these moments only, saved for you only.

“Do you think you deserve my help after what you’ve done earlier at the great hall?” You asked sternly.

“I- I had to.” He stuttered. “Sigurd…”

“I am not interested in your stupid fights with your brothers, my prince.” You kneeled in front of him, taking your place between his legs. Your hands quickly grabbed at his thighs. “You know the rules.”

“But…” You raised your hand and he stopped talking, his eyes widened a bit when you started to untie the straps that tied his crutches to his legs.

“I am a good queen. I want my people to be as happy and healthy as possible.” You started to carefully move the crutches away. “But when they need to learn a lesson, I must be prepared to teach them, right?”

One tiny whimper slipped through Ivar’s lips when the crutches were finally out, the pain would make him start screaming to anyone else, but not at you, never at you. He bit his lower lip, his cheeks getting flushed as soon as you started to untie his pants. It didn’t matter how many times you’ve done this, he would always feel embarrassed under your scrutiny.

Your gaze followed the movements of your hands when you started to slide his pants down his legs, Ivar lifted his hips just enough to help you, his cock still flaccid between his thighs. He gulped when you got up and started to do the same with his tunic.

“I am sorry.” He whispered under his breath.

“Yes, my prince, I know. And I’m going to let you show me how sorry you are.”

You made him raise his arms so you could take his tunic off, leaving him completely bare to you. His hands quickly found their way to your hips, but you slapped them away and, with a small nod, you silently told Ivar to hop up on the bed, until he leaned his head on the pillows. Without taking off your dress, you climbed into bed too, slowly crawling until you sat on your calves right next to him.

“Won’t you…” He started, looking at your body still dressed, nervously squirming, self conscious about his own vulnerability, his naked body and his exposed legs.

“Not yet…” You caressed his face, hand slipping down his chest ‘til his muscled abs that twitched under your palm. “My poor prince, are you nervous?”

“You’re still dressed.” He grunted.

“You’re not hard yet, why do you want me naked then?”

He growled. “I wanna see you.”

“What a needy little prince.” You mouthed, leaning down until your lips met with his. He responded instantly, clashing his mouth against yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You quickly moved away just to watch him chasing your kiss with parted lips and a broken moan. He cried and whined at the loss of your warm mouth.

“Please, please…” Ivar begged looking at you.

“What do you want, little prince?” You teased, fingers dangerously close to his cock head.

“Do something. Touch me.” He moaned, his eyes following the movements on your arm, lips parting at the sight of your forefinger tracing the one popped vein on the side of his cock, from the head to the base. His head fell back on the pillows, he moaned long and loud. “I’ll never know how you do It.” He murmured.

You smiled, your chest filling with pride knowing you were the only one to ever see him that way. His cock started to stiff as you slowly dragged your finger up and down. You grabbed at his balls and his hips bucked up, another broken moan slipping through his now kiss swollen lips, you started to massage them, laying down beside him as your free hand found the crown of his head, lips touching his already sweaty temple.

You kissed his cheek as you started to stroke Ivar’s cock, your other hand caressing his hair. Dragged your lips down his face ‘til his jaw, then his ear lobe where you sucked harshly. He started to drip between your fingers making your palm slide more easily. His mouth hung open as he freely moaned, eyes wide shut, hips bucking up against your hand.

“Kiss me, please.” He begged again, turning his head so he could claim your lips, and you let him. A needy, already drunk on desire, kiss. Wet and messy, just the way he liked.

When you felt his cock twitch on your hand, you knew he reached the edge, so you stopped everything. He looked at you in shock.

“Why did you stop?” He whispered/yelled at you.

“No cumming for you yet, my prince.” You answered softly and he whined, laying his head back down on the pillows.

His eyes followed when you brought the hand that once stroked him next to your lips, with a smirk you gave it a long lick, feeling his taste on your taste buds and moaning at the salty flavor. You hummed in satisfaction, Ivar’s little whimpers sending tiny shocks all over your body, wetness starting to pool between your legs.

Deep blue irises looked eagerly at you, silently begging for the kind of relief only you could provide. You almost gave in, almost. Changing your position, you straddled his hips, his cock nested between your naked pussy lips as you started to grind down, spreading your slick all over his length.

“I’m going to take what I need from you and you're going to wait until I’m completely satisfied. Only then you’ll cum.” You ordered as you stopped all movements, making him whine again as he nodded.

The look he gave you was one of pure reverence, he worshiped you like no one ever did and you knew you had that big, grumpy puppy wrapped around your fingers. He would say yes to anything you’d ask, so you bit your lower lip thinking about a little dream of yours. Riding his abs.

Every time you saw him training or every time you gave him a nice, hot bath, you got a little too caught up by the way his abs twitched. Crawling everywhere since he was a kid, Ivar got his torso and arms so muscular it was impossible not to drool over it. You sighed as you moved up a bit until your bare pussy was pressed against his torso, his hands landed on your hips and pressed you down. Slowly, you started to grind over the firm muscles underneath you, your clit dragging deliciously over the rough skin.

“Oh… That feels so good.” You whined, eyes closed and head thrown back.

You covered Ivar’s hands with yours, moving your hips a little faster. The feeling was torturously good but nothing could compare to the small sounds slipping through Ivar’s lips. As you opened your eyes you met with your prince hooded look, the familiar sparkling blue, adoring you like you were Freyja herself.

“Gods you’re so beautiful.” He whispered, making you smirk.

“Feel how wet you made me, prince Ivar.” You huffed, knowing exactly what to say to make him forget all the mean whispers he was forced to hear every time he was out. “You’re gonna make me cum, my prince, and you barely touched me.” You moaned, your hips speeding up.

“Please, my queen, cum on me.” He whined, eyes trained on your hips still covered by your dress.

“You wanna watch It?” You asked breathlessly and he nodded eagerly.

It didn’t take long for you to finally take off your gown and throw it somewhere in that bedroom. Your body now on full display for his eyes, his hands slowly going up your tummy ‘til he touched your breasts. Kneading at the flesh as your hard nipples poked his palm. You shivered as you re-started your grinding on his hard ridges of muscle, quickly finding the right pace.

Ivar’s hands slid down your sides until he grabbed your hips again, pressing his digits on your skin in a way you knew you’d have marks the next day, not that you cared. Little shockwaves of pleasure climbed your spine and you closed your eyes, resting your hands on his chest for balance and your tits started bouncing in front of his hungry gaze.

It was messy. Messy and wet and filthy. Ivar’s hands kept caressing your skin from your hips, to the bottom of your back, to the sides of your ass and your lower abdomen, lower lip stuck in between his teeth as he watched in awe the way your pussy slid easily through his abs.

Tiny little moans escaped through your lips as you were chasing desperately your own high, pleasure building in your tummy so quickly from how perfect his body felt under you, the coil forming on your lower abdomen, long mewls slipping through your lips uncontrollably until that knot snapped inside you, an insanely powerful orgasm hitting you like a storm.

You missed the way his eyes blown with lust as your pussy soaked his chest even more, too fucked out to open your own eyes. Your legs were shaking and your hips still spasmed over him while you tried to come down.

“Look at that.” Ivar mewled, thumb quickly finding the space between his body and your pussy, touching your abused, swollen clit and making you squirm away over sensitivity. Your hand quickly met the side of his face on a hard slap.

“Didn’t say you could touch me there.” You warned a very horny Ivar. “Clean up this mess and I’ll think about letting you fuck me.”

You didn’t have to say it twice, without further notice he lifted your hips and sat you on his face. You gulped at the suddenness, but didn’t take long for that man to drag you over the edge one more time on his tongue, eating you out like his life depended on it. You had to hold on the wall for balance as you kept grinding on his mouth, feeling as he tongue fucked you hard.

Ivar groaned at your desperate sounds, his tongue leaving your tight walls to sloppy lick your juices until his lips wrapped up and sucked on your swollen clit. He lapped side to side between your pussy, biting softly once or twice and diving his tongue back inside you. You were gushing all over his face, the wet sounds coming from your core were filling up the whole room, but as he wrapped his hands on your thighs he didn’t seem to bother.

“Ivar…” You managed to moan gripping at his hair with one of your hands, forehead against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as you felt another orgasm start to build inside you again. “Ivar!” You moaned, the second orgasm hitting faster than the first, making you soak the prince’s mouth the same way you did on his chest.

Your whole body was trembling, your thighs were twitching and your hips moved softly as you rode down your high. When he felt you come down a bit, he lifted you up again, his face wet with your slick as he put you down his body, over his painfully hard cock.

“Please.” He begged again, bucking his hips up, his cock head teasing your entrance. “Please, please, p- oh…”

You took him in easily, both of you groaning at the feeling, your body opening up to accommodate his thickness, the stretch always difficult, even after all that time.

“Gods…” He mewled, hands firm on your waist making you circle your hips on his lap, his cock trapped inside your walls.

“F-feels so good.” You stuttered, barely more than a whisper. Ivar looked up at you, as he shot into a sitting position, his wet chest pressing against your breasts as you circled your hips feeling his cock twitch inside you. Your arms hugging his neck tightly, hands grabbing at his braids while his mouth found your neck, his low moan rumbled against your skin.

“Your cunt is already squeezing me so hard…” He mewled, hands on your waist making you start to bounce up and down on his cock. “Want to make you cum again.” He begged.

“So good for me, my prince.” You murmured against his lips, moaning breathlessly as his cock hit your cervix.

“Can you feel me deep in you, my queen?” He asked, one of his hands now on your lower abdomen. “Right here.”

“I can, can feel you there.” You answered, your arms holding his neck as you kept bouncing, lips brushing each other as you moved.

This time should be about satisfying Ivar, about finally letting him cum, but as his cock buried inside you, filling you up to the brim, you couldn’t avoid the pleasure, your swollen, abused pussy didn’t seem to bother keeping you so wet you could feel him slide easily as you bounced. His hands finally grabbed your ass and helped you bounce faster, turning you into a blubbering, moaning mess.

“Can I- Can I cum, my queen? Oh… Can I cum inside you, please?” He begged, his rapid breathing hitting your flushed cheeks.

“Trying to breed me prince Ivar?” You teased with a smirk. “You wanna fuck your babies in my belly?”

“Yes, please.” He cried, eyes rolling into the back of his head, head thrown back.

“Wanna fill me up, my prince?” You kept going, voice getting high pitched with the proximity of another orgasm for you too.

“Please!” He moaned out loud again.

“Go ahead. Give me a child, Ivar.”

You whimpered, feeling him stiff inside you and right after, with a loud groan, spilled hotspurs of cum into you. Your body shuddered as you followed, cuming with a long moan. Ivar hid his face on the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin. You hugged him tightly, caressing his hair, his neck and his back, tracing his tattoos with the tip of your fingers.

You stayed like this for a few minutes, once you recovered a little control of your body you tried to move away from his grip, knowing he didn’t want you there after you fuck, he barely could look you in the eyes after letting you dominate him this way, but before you could make any move, his arms wrapped around your waist keeping you in place.

“Did you mean it?” He asked breathlessly.

“What?” You asked with a frown, confused.

“You really want my child?” His voice was a whisper, a barely there whisper. You widened your eyes and looked at him.

“You really want a thrall to bear you a child?” You asked back. “I have no right to dream this big, prince Ivar.”

His eyes were sparkling again, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“But do you want it? Even if it’s possible that the kid is born a cripple like me?” He insisted and you held his face between your hands.

“I’d be honored to bring a child as strong and brave as you are, Ivar.”

“I’m not talking about honor, I’m talking about love.” He started. “Would you love him? Would you love a cripple child, from a cripple father?”

“How couldn’t I?” You answered softly and he looked at you in confusion. “I already love you, my prince.”

That was the first time you ever said that out loud, and then It was true, tangible, you couldn’t no longer pretend It was just about sex.

“Be my wife then.” He asked all of a sudden. “Be my wife, bear me a child, I can not let you be taken away from me. You’re mine, be mine.”

“I’m no princess, Ivar.” You tried to sound more confident than you really were.

“Of course you’re not, I could never marry a princess.” He smiled finally, putting your hair behind your ear. “You’re a queen, my queen.”

You kissed him eagerly, dragging your arms through his shoulders, hugging him tightly. Your bodies were sweaty and fucked out but feeling so close to him still felt incredibly good.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He murmured against your lips.

His cock finally slid out of you, his seed running down your pussy, but Ivar quickly took his hand to cover and keep It inside you.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure my child is conceived.”

“You know we have time, right?”

“Yeah. And i’m going to love fucking you until then.”

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#ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar smut #ivar x reader #ivar imagine #ivar fanfic #ivar oneshot #ivar x you #ivar x reader smut #ivar x you smut #vikings smut #vikings fic #vikings imagine #18+ only #ivar x fem reader

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chubby-teddybear · 1 year

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Rules were meant to be broken… trailer

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x reader

Summary : While on the hunt for gold and blood he finds something more rare than any Jewel

Warning: mention of sexual assault, normal Viking behavior (ivar the boneless as a whole)

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Y/n’s point of view

It’s always the same thing. every. single. day. I have sat on this bed thinking the same things wishing for the same things. my mother, to leave, to have a different father, and to no longer be a princess…

Wessex, the place I call home even though it hasn’t been my home for quite sometime. At least not since mother got murdered by a man that I’d soon learn was a pagan. After mother died father turned cold but it only got worse as the men from afar started attacking us or rather the churches and if we’re being honest I also became cold in away. But how was I not to? father told me who I were to marry, a man that was twice my age the day mother passed. He couldn’t wait? He couldn’t find a younger suitor? He couldn’t ask for your approval? Ha who am I kidding a man let alone a king caring about what a women has to say what a jo-

“ your-r grace?” Came from behind your now open door, it was one of the many maids that flowed though this castle. I wanted to be annoyed that she came in without knocking… but at this point I was so tired of this place that I no longer felt the need to correct her or anyone else for that matter.

“ yes?” I ask without taking my eye off what I was currently looking at. “ the king says y-you have be-en up here to l-long… ma’am” she almost … whimpered? Am I truly that scary to be around? I begin to let my mind wander with ideas of to why I scare her so.

“ Do I scare you?” As I turn towards her I ask a little to loudly but try to correct it by offering a smile. This clearly shocks this poor woman. Has no one smiled at her before? As I look at her I was a waiting a response weak and scared but was meet with a rather confident one.

“No ma’am, but I did just began to serve you and the king just merrily yesterday and I need this to support my child your grace, so the last thing I want to to is offend you my grace .” She says while making eye contact and to be quit Frank it was nice to see another’s eyes. And though I hate to agree with the rat bastard I call my father I have been locked away up here for sometime. I take a dramatically deep breath and with a look the screams tiredness “ Too long he says?” And I am meet with not a verbal answer but rather a simple nod. I push my self off the bed I currently was sitting on and walk towards the maid, I didn’t realize just how small she was. She looked almost like a child. “ your name?” I ask and I almost laughed at the sight, this women looking up at me with her neck cranked so far it looked uncomfortable. “ Annie, ma’am” I quite liked her name it fit her now as I look at her, she was small in both height and weight, green eyes and brown hair she was in fact a beautiful girl.

“ Well Annie I think we shall go on a walk”. I didn’t bother waiting for a response and continued on down the mountain of stairs that lies ahead of me.

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“What’s wrong cripple don’t feel like eating?” Laughed Sigurd as he looked at his younger brother Ivar who seemed to be uncharacteristically quiet. Hearing this Hushed those around the two brothers, which included ivar, Sigurd, Ubbe, and lastly Hvitserk

“Enough” said Ubbe in that of a weary and warning tone out of fear for his brothers rage and how easy it can become deadly.

“ you know Sigurd you words might just angry me any other day but not today my brother”. Ivar spoke in a almost dream likeness

“ And why is that?” Sigurd asked in a tone that clearly showed he was aggravated that he did not get the response he was looking for.

“ The boats shall be ready for the raids by morning” Ivar spoke now earning the eyes of all the brothers and as for Ivar while he spoke a maniacal grin began to spread across his face from ear to ear as he thoughts of those he will come to destroy… The Christians.

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We were in the thick part of the woods now close to the place my mother once showed me, a river with the clearest water I have ever seen it was amazing. I felt close to my mother when I’d come here it was both a curse and a blessing, I missed her greatly and wanted to think about her but the more I did the anger I got. Why was no one there to help her? Where were her guards? Question like that plagued me for sometime after her death.

“Ma’am? We are going quite far are we not?” Asked Annie she wasn’t asking to see if I wanted to turn back and go back to the castle for my safety. No she asked out of fear for herself, since the men that we have grown to call heathens first attack our lands, everyone in the surrounding kingdoms have begun to become weary of leaving without an ample amount of protection, I don’t blame them for it because I to am scared of those men, but those men have taken enough from me, they took my mother, and now they are trying to take away the only place I can truly breath?…

Sorry it’s short! Should I make this series?

#ivar the boneless #vikings #fem listener #fem reader #enimes to lovers #ivar smut #ivar ragnarsson #my fyp #ivar imagine #hvitserk imagine #ubbe x reader #Spotify

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psychosncottagecore · 9 months

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Masterlist (Remastered)

For some reason Tumblr won't let me update my old masterlist, so here's a new one!

Ok so, this account is dedicated to fanfictions and this - my first post, will be both an intro and a temporary masterlist! I do take requests for the following. All fanfics unless explicitly stated otherwise are x female reader

I do write smut (probably badly) and if you venture into my blog then on your head be it!

I do write for SPN - I will NEVER write any form of incest (for any fandom) whether they’re bio or adopted siblings - that’s just nasty siblings are siblings

Please feel free to make requests in my inbox! Doesn’t have to be for these guys! Go wild with any character you want

I will write for a character based off of a song!

Reign:

Sebastian Du Poitiers

The Falls

Mary Queen of Scots

(More to come?)

The 100

Lexa

Bellamy

Clarke

TVD/TO

Malachi (Kai) Parker

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Bonnie Bennette

Rebekah Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Vikings

Ivar ‘The Boneless’ Ragnanrsson

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Halfdan ‘The Black’

Ubba Ragnarsson

Lagertha

Supernatural

Jack Kline

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Gabriel

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

(I will not be writing James March, Richard Ramirez or Charles Montgomary or any others based off of real killers (to the best of my knowledge) my morals might be loose - but they’re not that loose!)

(More to come)

Miscellaneous fics:

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lokifromvalhalla · 2 years

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Time and humility

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Ivar The Boneless x Reader Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: ± 1 600

A curse leaded to Ivar being turned into a half-cat person, which he doesn't really knows how to deal with nor does his partner, but they figure it out despite how stubborn Ivar can be.

Suggested by @bragisrunes"I would love to see your take on cat ivar! smut or fluff!!!"

Took some of Bragi's story as inspo, absolutely lovely, go check his story about cat Ivar!

Not proofread! Sorry for any mistakes!

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The unfortunate cross of ways between Ivar and that witch resulted in this curse we have no idea how to solve, but we were taught to wait, at least. You need two thinks thing; the first all things devours: birds, beasts, trees, flowers; gnaws iron, bites steel; grinds hard stones to meal; slays king, ruins town, and beats high mountain down; the second if you think you have it, you probably don't; if you have it, you probably won't know it—she had said with a spine-chilling chuckle before shooting a glare at Ivar and walking away. It wasn’t until we went back to the Great Hall that we noticed that Ivar wasn’t quite the same as when he had left his house, this time counting on the company of a tail and cat ears.

At first, it was just Ubbe and I staring at Ivar while trying to process what was happening and figure out what to do with it while Ivar sat there confused, only to be alarmed by Sigurd once he walked into the room and snorted at the moment his eyes fell on Ivar, and that’s when chaos ensued, intensified by Hvitserk also getting himself into the situation.

That was a couple of days ago. Now, we’re just making sure to keep Ivar inside the Hall and as hidden from the people as possible—under Aslaug’s orders—whilst we try to figure out a way to get him back to normal, though there’s no trace of the witch anywhere. It’s almost as if she vanished. Either way, we’re stuck with dealing with a grumpy Ivar until all of this is over. Well, either grumpy or extremely playful since he gets bored very easily; sometimes he will just show up in the corner of the room under bed covers, observing us as some sort of ghost, and start giggling as soon as someone jumps startled after noticing his presence. I would hate it if it weren’t so adorable—and maybe I spoil him more than I should, whatever Ubbe says.

Now is another one of these times; I could hear the characteristic sound of Ivar dragging himself down the hall under the sound of indistinct chatter and people walking, and soon the figure settles down by the corner of the room.

For a moment, I cogitate pretending to get scared, but I save myself time and also the inconvenience. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” The coins make a muffled sound that cuts through the room when I push them down the wooden table to a small pile.

Ivar whines, huffing as he pulls the cover over his head for a moment. “You don’t need to do those, anyways.”

“It’s not like that.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not here for free, even if I’m a great friend of the family.”

“Even mother told you to get that idea off your head already!” He clicks his tongue, his ears shifting under the cover. “Can’t you do that tomorrow or anything? I’m sure no one will mind!”

“Ivar, the things won’t buy themselves!” I scoff, taking the coins in hand to shove them inside the small bag. “And you won’t survive a night without that tea that soothes the pain, you know that!” I shoot a glare at him before I can start sorting out the other objects I got for trading to make sure Hvitserk didn’t forget to get me anything this time.

“Can’t you send Ubbe to do that?”

“You know he’s busy with the newcomers.”

“Hvitserk?”

“Training.”

“Uuh, fuck... Sigurd?” His voice is quiet and small. It almost makes my heart ache a little since the fact he’s suggesting Sigurd, resorting to the last means...

I sigh. “Hedeby with your mother.”

“No!” He groans, voice growing louder. “That means you’ll need to go out! And I’ll be here alone forever! Is this what you want, (y/n)? You want to put me under all this suffering?”

Gods, poor baby—okay, I’m being partly sarcastic, part of me still wants to cuddle him all day long. I make sure everything is in order before I get up and move to crouch down next to him, wrapping my arms around Ivar. “You know I’ll give you all the love when I come back, stop being dramatic. You’re even the reason I’m leaving, you dumbass, you’re aware only your brothers and I know the stuff to get at the market.”

Ivar hums in defeat, resting his head against my shoulder. “You’ll be spending the night with me,” he whispers.

“Of course.” I smile softly, and let my hand slip under the covers to scratch a spot behind his ears, earning myself the quiet rumbling sound of his purring that’s soon interrupted as he quietly curses, tapping my forearm a couple of times at the same moment he hears footsteps down the hall, though no one ever walks in. I chuckle, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Be good while I’m away.”

His eyes meet mine for a short moment before they’re falling to the ground and he slowly nods as the light red tone takes over his cheeks.

Even if most of what Ivar does when following me around the city when I have to do my duties is to distract me for most of the time—not like I’m completely against it, especially given the times when he’ll look at me with that crafty smirk, minutes before pulling me to a quiet corner so we can kiss until his lips are all swollen and mine tingle—, I do miss his presence a lot. It’s not as fun to walk around without anyone to talk to or someone poking my calf every two seconds so I will check something out. Of course I’m able to do everything faster, but I weirdly feel more tired than usual when I’m done. Damn witch.

The hall’s empty as it usually is at the end of the afternoon, in a great contrast to its state late at night when everyone is here for supper. A sigh escapes my lips as I let the things I brought back on top of the table and motion for a thrall to put everything away. My breath is still a little out of pace when I carefully walk into Ivar’s bedroom, making sure I’m not too noisy in case he’s asleep again—it’s nowhere easy to identify whether the figure hidden under the blanket with its swinging tail out is awake or not.

A long sigh finally escapes my nose as I take a seat on the bed, about to move to start untying my shoes when fingers digging into my sides have me jumping and screaming as my heartbeat bangs in my ears, but I’m soon grounded with the sound of giggling.

“Fuck!” I click my tongue, shaking my head, but Ivar just laughs louder, and as much as I want to join him and laugh along, I limit myself to only pressing my lips together in a gentle smile so he won’t grow so smug. “Very funny, love, very funny!”

“You should’ve seen your face!”

I roll my eyes, slapping his arm lightly. “Fuck off, hm?” I finally bend down to untie my laces and get my shoes off, and it doesn’t take long before my vest is growing loose, and I glance back at Ivar, who tugs the strings of my vest undone then scoots away to give me some room on the bed. My vest meets the ground with a heavy thud, and I finally allow myself to feel some peace as I cuddle close to Ivar, also slipping under the furs. “So? How were things while I was away?”

Ivar sighs as he rests his head against my shoulder, raising his eyebrows a little. “Boring, of course.”

“Yeah, same for me,” I hum, but soon brush away the thoughts that almost gave me headaches earlier today. One of Ivar’s strands falls on his eyes, so I try to brush it away only for him to move away from the touch and he has my knuckle between his teeth before I can notice. Fuck. The complaint I was about to groan, however, dies at my lips at the moment I notice how he’s more of chewing down on my knuckle lightly instead of biting, much like the kittens that I had found at the forest would do. Sometimes I wonder if Asa and Hali still take care of them, something I would ask Bjorn about if he showed up as often as he promises to.

A sigh escapes my lips as I raise an eyebrow at Ivar and he seems to be brought to reality by it, his eyes meeting mine while he pauses for a moment only to sink his teeth into my finger actually hard this time.

“Ivar!” I hiss, pulling my hand away with a glare that doesn’t do anything much aside from snatching another chuckle from him; I shake my hand a little until the pain is reduced to a soft throbbing and sigh, sitting up on the bed. “I’m going to sleep in the guest room if you continue like that!”

“No!” Ivar cries out with a groan, and I roll my eyes, shaking my head as I pull him close and tight so he won’t mess around again so easily. He’s still grumbling quietly when snuggling closer, pressing his face to my neck as his hand rests on my chest, drawing patterns against it absentmindedly.

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milkb0nny · 8 months

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Hii 👋🏼 Can you do an Ivar x floki daughter? They were raised together and she was his only friend when he was younger because she wasn't scared and he'll always protect her.

Older she become a healer of the village, and one day floki want her to marry ubble/hwitserk and Ivar become very very jaloux..👀

You can make fluff/smut/ angst as you want!

thank u 🤍☺️

Sorry for my English it’s not my first language

Jealous Games

Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

Note: Thank you SO much for this request. It was a lot of fun writing it. I enjoyed writing this particular request more than I should've. 🤍 I hope you'll like it!

Warnings: slight angst (nothing graphic), forced possible marriage, mentions of anger issues, detailed kissing scene

Genres: slight angst, fluff

word count: 2.445

Ivar's childhood was shrouded in a tapestry of dark grays and blacks, a period marked by relentless bullying, discrimination, and a stark absence of love. love. Amid this harsh environment, Aslaug, his devoted mother, stood as one of the few adults who genuinely embraced him. Yet, even her unwavering love couldn't quell the relentless growth of his simmering anger. But, within these somber times, there existed a glimmer of hope - a hope that emerged when you entered his life.

Ivar adored Floki, viewing him as his own father and protector. Whenever the cruelty of both children and adults bore down upon him, Floki served as a steadfast anchor, and so did you. Your friendship started with a shy hesitation.

Helga and Floki, your parents, had taught you to always accept others, no matter how they looked like. You watched your father engage with Ivar, teaching him the art of weaponry and regaling him with Nordic sagas. You had shared them whenever you wanted company and as a result, the two of you became friends.

As the years passed, your bond with Ivar deepened. He shielded you from any unwelcome advances, such as nasty men, while you provided solace during his most challenging moments. Together, you embarked on hunting expeditions, sharing meals at Ivar's dwelling with his family.

Fortunately, his mother held you in high regard. She possessed a strict demeanor when it came to the women who orbited around her beloved sons, yet she understood your unshakable bond with Ivar. With open arms, she welcomed you whenever you graced her home with your cherished friend.

Of course you faced discriminating comments and remarks from time to time because of Ivar, though you stayed by Ivar’s side. You were the only woman who glimpsed Ivar's vulnerabilities, the only girl who had witnessed his anguished tears and experienced the gentleness that lay beneath his hard exterior during your shared childhood.

You knew him, cherished him, and secretly, perhaps even loved him. Yet, you concealed your affections, carrying them within your heart, as your father saw you both as siblings. Sure, you grew up together and were basically one person, but you could also love him, right?

You kept your adoration hidden and you honestly were fine with it because you remained close to Ivar but you always faced struggles when a woman tried to seduce him. You were a strong and loving woman, supporting a man whom few understood or respected.

In recent years, you had devoted your time to the study of science and honed your skills as a healer. Your knowledge extended to various herbs and methods to mend any kind of injury. Ivar sought your counsel frequently, valuing the conversations you shared.

The atmosphere between you was one of relaxation, love, and kindness, something that Ivar rarely encountered in his tumultuous life. He harbored deep emotions for you, but fear held him back. Rejection had been his constant companion throughout life, even from his own father, Ragnar Lothbrok. This fear of rejection crippled him, making him hesitant to express his emotions to you.

One day, your father entered your room with an unusual expression. You initially assumed he was about to share one of Floki's eccentric ideas, as was his habit. Therefore a bright smile creeped over your lovely face, greeting your father. However, what he proposed was far from comforting; it shattered your heart in a matter of seconds.

“I've been thinking about arranging a marriage between you and Ubbe,” he said, his words falling like lead..

You raised your eyebrows, believing that he joked at first but his serious expression remained - he meant it.

“Uh, father. I don’t know if I-,” you began, only to be interrupted by his eager explanation.

“I thought you’d remain close to Ivar and find a man who truly treats you right. I know Ubbe is a good man who will respect you,” he continued.

You pondered his words briefly, acknowledging that Ubbe was a compassionate and respectful man who held women in high regard. During your childhood, you had formed a fondness for him, but it was far from romantic.

No, you truly despised the idea.

“Father, I don't wish to marry," you protested vehemently, rejecting Floki's wishes, which he met with displeasure. You couldn't fathom joining hands with a man you didn't love, especially if it were your true love's brother. The thought left you with an overwhelming sense of unease.

“Child, you've reached a point in your life where you need a man to protect you. You're all on your own, and we're concerned," he voiced his genuine worries. While you understood his concerns, this request felt like an intrusion on your own autonomy, a call you couldn't embrace. You preferred making your parents proud and being a memorable member of Kattegat, but this wasn’t your true faith.

You were bound to none other than Ivar the Boneless, a man whose depths you knew better than your own skills as a healer. As you sat there, Floki's hand swept across his weary face, his gaze avoiding yours as he delivered the unimaginable truth.

“Ubbe has asked for your hand in marriage, and we've already agreed with Aslaug. The decision has been made, my dear," he disclosed, a heavy burden of heartache settling upon you. Tears welled in your eyes, and your cheeks flushed with the ache of this revelation.

“No, Father,” you protested, your voice quivering from the shock of their decision, made without your consent.

“We only want you to be happy," Floki tried to bridge the emotional chasm, but his words fell on deaf ears. You were consumed by fury, your emotions tearing at you, digging a chasm within your heart.

“I’m not!” You cried out, finally allowing your pent-up emotions to pour forth. "I'm not happy, Father. You have a woman you love, and Mother loves you too. Why can't I?” You shouted while tears ran down your soft skin, falling onto the ground. You sobbed uncontrollably.

“No, don’t think that,” Floki tried to console you, his heart aching as he witnessed your distress. After all, you were his beloved daughter, a sweet and loving child he cherished. Right now, you feared the fatherly connection was breaking apart.

“I’m not marrying Ubbe! I’d rather die,” you declared, your voice barely a whisper but loud enough for your father to comprehend. With those words hanging heavily in the air, you rose and fled the room, leaving your father behind. As you left the building you came across Ubbe, who of course knew about the idea before you did, though you rage signalized that you weren’t enlightened.

Floki followed closely, calling your name, but your steps quickened with each utterance. Ultimately, you ran away, seeking refuge in the familiar embrace of the Kattegat forest, a place you knew intimately. You spent a lot of time in the forests and fields to collect herbs and plants, sometimes even staying overnight in summer. With your father, mother, Ubbe, and the impending marriage fading into the background, you retreated into the solitude of the woods. Little did you know your secret significant other just found out about the marriage through Sigurd.

“You’re telling me, y/n is going to marry my brother?” The crackling fire of the fireplace represented Ivar’s slight rage as he received the information.

Sigurd understood that you were Ivar's soft spot, and while he relished the opportunity to tease his brother, he also conveyed the truth. Aslaug had kept this secret from Ivar, knowing precisely what she was doing.

“Yes. Ubbe is the eldest among us brothers, so it only makes sense for him to claim one of the town's most important women, Ivar,” Sigurd explained while deftly carving a sculpture from wood.

Ivar despised the idea entirely, his lips chewed raw as he gazed out the window. It was not Ubbe's right to simply take any woman, especially not you. He believed Ubbe was not meant for your delicate being, no matter how loving, respectful, and kind he might be. At least in the eyes of the Ragnarsson, Ubbe would never be worthy.

As the evening progressed, Ubbe and Floki entered the brothers' home. Ivar remained silent, seething with anger and disappointment. However, he was not Ubbe's primary concern.

“Ubbe, she ran way. I cannot force her,” Floki implored Ubbe to reconsider.

“Floki, it’s not your fault. I love her though, and you know it. I’d treat her with everything she desires and I’ll love the children she will bear,” Ubbe explained, greeting Sigurd and Ivar with a small nod.

“You don't love her if you'll force her to marry you," Ivar's words were cold and stern, his anger barely contained.

“Excuse me?” Ubbe was taken aback by the accusation.

Finally, Ivar’s jealousy piqued and he looked up to his brother, “You heard me. She doesn’t love you. She never will!” His words struck like a shock.

Sigurd, joining the conversation, couldn't resist a taunt, “Oh, are your little feelings hurt because she won’t hop in bed with you? Poor Ivar.”

Oh, how much Ivar hated these people, these cruel brothers who always take his hope away. They rob him of his freedom, his excitement and love. They always seemed to achieve everything, while Ivar was left with nothing but solitude and heartache. As the tension simmered within the dimly lit room, Ivar's words hung heavy in the air, causing a palpable rift between the brothers.

“Ivar, you have no right to dictate her heart. She's a woman with her own choices," Ubbe retorted, his voice carrying an air of defiance.

Ivar scoffed as a response to this unsolicited statement. It wasn’t Ivar who was trying to force himself upon you, it was Ubbe. All his life Ivar did nothing to pressure you or force you to do something. You had been safe around him, no burdens dragging you down when you had spent time together.

Sigurd, needing to provoke Ivar further, leaned in with a sly smile, "Is that so, Ivar? Or are you just afraid she might choose someone else over you?"

The youngest among them decided to not react to the jokes Sigurd made as he intentionally tried to fuel Ivar’s anger. While Ivar was torn between his immense longing for you and the realization that he might never be able to offer you the love and protection you deserved, Ivar couldn't help but feel that marrying Ubbe was wrong. The young Ragnarsson decided to leave the situation, searching for you.

They didn’t, but Ivar did.

Meanwhile, you had found safety in the forest, away from the prying eyes and expectations of your family and the town of Kattegat. There, you wandered aimlessly. As you reached a small, shallow river, you placed yourself on a rock. The silence and peace gave you enough room to reflect on the horrible decision of your parents.

You couldn’t deny your love for Ivar anymore. Whenever you thought about becoming Ubbe’s wife, Ivar’s face popped up on your mind. He was the fragile yet strong man you truly desired with your whole heart.

Tears still covered your face, seeking their way down into the cold water of the river.

It was in this melancholic moment that you spotted a familiar face among the shadows. Ivar’s presence unveiled itself on the other side of the river. His intense blue eyes, filled with a mixture of longing and despair, locked onto yours.

“Y/n,” he called your name out, his voice heavy with emotion.

You blinked a few times and a broken, yet warm smile rushed over your lips. You stood up, jumping over the small width of the river, getting closer to Ivar.

“Ivar…,” you whispered, seating you down next to him.

Even though you appreciated his company, your heart couldn’t bear to look into his loyal eyes. Alone the fact others think you and Ubbe would be a suitable couple made you feel dirty.

Ivar’s eyes remained locked on you, his voice filling the silence between you, “You… you don’t want to marry my brother, right?”

You frantically shook your head as an answer.

Ivar came a little closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I can't stand the thought of you being with him," he confessed, his vulnerability laid bare. Jealousy or not, his emotions were genuine and Ivar thrived for your love. Yet, he never told you.

“Ivar,” you whispered, contemplating whether you should reveal your intimate feelings. “Ubbe isn’t the man I want to call husband. Of course he’s intelligent and a wonderful fighter, though…”

Ivar’s soothing voice interjected, “I want you to stay by my side.”

Finally, a massive amount of weight released the both of you, and you widened your eyes in surprise. His confession lightened a fire inside you that you had guessed was already banished. A smile lingered on your lips while you replayed his words again and again in your mind. He asked you to remain his, not to become Ubbe’s woman or anyone else’s.

His eyes expressed his fear of rejection, since you two had shared a unique relationship he couldn’t put together. Your beautiful smile warmed his mind though, letting his hope grow little by little.

Your heart quickened in response to the significant magnetic pull between you. Softly, you said the words you had longed to say the past years.

“Ivar, I love you.”

Without a further word, Ivar reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch was both tender and possessive, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of your face. He never held you like this - a whole new level of trust and intimacy unveiled itself. His passion and your admiration mixed together.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. You didn’t know how a kiss normally feels like, but you knew his kiss was the right thing. His lips were warm and inviting, and his breath mingled with yours, creating an intimate connection that defied the existence of everything but your shared love for one another.

It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises - the weight of unexpressed emotions that were kept hidden for many years. It was a kiss that spoke of a love that had always been there, just waiting to be acknowledged, waiting to bloom, waiting to emerge.

When he gently pulled away, your hearts were racing, and a breathless silence hung between you.

Ivar's eyes stared into yours, filled with a raw intensity that left no room for doubt. He loved you too.

“No one will take your hand, except for me, Ástvinur.”

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axelsagewrites · 3 months

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Greetings!

I hope you don't mind me sliding in your ask box! I want to request Ivar x fem!reader, who suffers from a condition named vaginismus.

Vaginismus is a condition where the vagina cramps so hardly, that penetration is very painful. It can get treated by mental therapy and slowly getting comfortable with sex. It's mostly caused by traumatic events.

I seek for some wholesomeness combined with Ivar. You don't have to focus on any smut part if you'll feel uncomfortable, sole comfort would be enough!

Feel free to decline! Remember to drink enough and have a lovely day! ❤️

Ivar the Boneless*Does It Hurt?

Pairing: Ivar x f!reader

Word count: 1830

Warnings: insecurities, mentions of painful sex, mentions of shitty exes, make out, fingering, f!receiving oral, p in v sex, Ivar wanting to get revenge on the crappy ex, smut 18+

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Being with Ivar was the best decisions you’d ever made there was only one small issue. You'd never actually *been* with him. its not that you hadn’t had sex before, but it always just seemed to hurt. You’d tried in the past to just push through the pain, usually at the guy’s request, but you were done being in constant pain for someone else’s benefit. Which is partially why the rumours about Ivars’s bedroom mishap didn’t bother you.

You knew it was something he was insecure about and you’d assured him countless times it didn’t bother you. so, one night when you were making out sitting in his lap and you felt something hard pressing into you. You were a bit shocked to say the least. It must have all been nerves but now you were the one who was nervous. It’s not like you didn’t want to do it with Ivar you were just scared.

Ivar’s hand slowly trailed up your leg, stroking over your thigh, till he was squeezing your hip as you moaned into the kiss. You had been with Ivar for a while now, but you had never been *with* him. your hands crept down his shoulders till you were squeezing his muscular arms. Despite the taunts some people liked to make you could feel something hard grinding against your leg.

He broke the kiss but only to trail some down your neck, going between nipping and kissing the sensitive skin. It felt like bliss. His hands slowly began to tug at your skirts, pulling them up so he could feel the soft flesh of your thighs but when you felt him try push them apart you couldn’t help but clamp up, your body going rigid.

Ivar paused his movements, pulling away to face you after a moment, “Is everything okay my love?” he asked. There was a mix of emotions behind his eyes; insecurity, lust but most presently concern.

“I-I,” you began to stutter making Ivar move his hand from your leg to cup your jaw.

He stroked his thumb gently across your skin, “Have you never…?” he asked, voice trailing off.

You took a deep breath before shaking your head, “I have its just,” you said as you sat up in bed, Ivar moving to sit beside you are holding your hand, “It hurts whenever I have before,”

“Hurts how?”

You sighed as you decided you may as well just tell him. the last guy you had told just rolled his eyes and left to find someone else for that night, but Ivar waited patiently as you explained, “Whenever I’ve tried to have sex it just kind of hurts? I don’t know how to explain it. It’s not that I don’t want you,” you said, squeezing his hand, “it just feels like it won’t go in and when it does it just- “

“Hurts?” he said cutting off your rambles, “it’s okay love. We don’t have to- “

“But I want too, I swear I do- “

“I believe you,” he cut you off, moving to hold your face gently. Ivar placed a soft kiss to your lips instantly calming you down, “Is it just when things are going in?” he asked, and you nodded. His eyes moved to scan your frame as his hand moved to rest on your thigh, “We could always try something else,” he said, eyes moving to meet yours with a glint behind them.

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, “I know men don’t actually like that stuff- “

“What idiot told you that?”

“This guy I used to- “you paused when you saw Ivars’s jaw tense, “It was a long time ago but some of the things he said just kind of stuck with me I guess,”

“Like what?”

You took a deep breath before spilling out, “That guys don’t like that kind of stuff and it was my problem not his. How it was my job to get him off and not the other way around and if I was broken then there were other ways to do that- “

Ivar took your hands tightly in his, making you pause, “No. it is not a job or a chore or anything else. You are not broken. You are just different,” he said, moving one of his hands to rest over your heart, “We both are. That’s what you used to tell me,” he said, his voice low. “You were there for me when no one else was. I want to be there for you. whether we have sex or not and whatever sex is to us. We take it at our pace, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered back, half on the verge of crying as Ivars other hand moved to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

Well, it was supposed to be gentle, but you found your lips moving faster and soon you’d moved to straddle his lap as his hands gently squeezed your hips. You could feel his bulge through his trousers and you grinded against it softly making him groan into your mouth.

“Lay on your back,” he mumbled against your lips. you went to speak but he cut you off with a kiss, “trust me,” something about his eyes staring into yours entranced you and soon you were laying down as his lips travelled down your jaw and neck.

You were still in your dress, but his hands soon pulled it up till it was around your waist as he kissed down your collarbones. You felt your body tensed as Ivars’s hand inched closer to your core. “We’ll go slow, okay? tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered. You nodded quickly and sucked in your breath when you felt his fingers push against your clit.

He moved them in slow circles as his lips sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck. Little moans escaped your lips, and you heard Ivar chuckle when your hips began to buck. You whined when he pulled his fingers away but watched with fixed eyes as he shuffled down your body till his hot breath fanned over your cunt.

Ivar began to kiss your inner thighs, leading a trail up to your core. When his tongue licked up your cunt you couldn’t help but gasp. It soon turned into a moan however when his mouth wrapped around your clit. Your hand quickly found his hair, tugging on it gently which only seemed to spur his movements on as he groaned against your cunt sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel a strange new sensation growing in your stomach. “Please,” you murmured, “Don’t stop,” you began to beg, and Ivar had no intensions of stopping anytime soon. he moved down till you could feel his tongue poking at your hole, easing in so he could gently fuck you with his tongue while his nose rubbed against your clit.

The sensation had you gripping his hair tightly, your hips bucking inadvertently as you grinded gently on his face. Ivar locked his arms around your thighs, stopping you from wiggling away as he continued his merciless assault on your cunt till, he felt your thighs squeezing around his head.

A stream of profanity and his name fell from your lips as you felt yourself crash over the wall. Ivar didn’t move however till he was sure you’d ridden out your peak. When he did pull back his eyes were dark as he moved to kiss your lips hard as you moaned into the kiss.

His fingers trailed up your slit before gently pushing the tip of his finger in, “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered as he pushed further in, curling his finger inside of you making you moan. it hurt a little but not enough to want to stop. You might scream if he stopped as he began to slowly fuck you with one finger before slowly adding another.

His thumb moved to rub circles over your clit, and you could feel another peak quickly approaching, “Ivar?” you mumbled against his lips.

“Yes love?” he asked, pulling away with panting breath.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, taking him by surprise as his eyes went wide.

He quickly tried to cover up his reaction, “Are you sure?”

“Please don’t make me beg,” you pouted but it just sparked a joy behind his eyes.

“Maybe I’d like it if you did,” he said, pulling his fingers out which made you whine until you saw him pushing his trousers down, releasing his painfully hard cock.

He moved till his tip was lined with your hole when he paused, “Tell me if- “

“I will, I promise,” you said, grabbing his face and making him look you in the eyes, “I trust you,”

His eyes went soft for a moment before he nodded and slowly began to push in. he stopped when he saw you hissing as you adjusted to his size but kept going at your encouragement. “Fuck,” he gasped as he pushed the last bit in, “You feel so good,”

You waited a moment, adjusting to the size before moving your hips. Ivar quickly got the hint and began to set a gentle pace. That was till your legs moved to wrap around his waist and Ivar began fucking you faster, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he moaned your praises in your ear.

His hand moved between your bodies, finding your clit as he rubbed fast circles into your abused nerves. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin which only made it harder for him not to cum right then and there. But he did his best to hold off. You however felt your second orgasm quickly approaching and soon your cunt began to squeeze around his cock as you hit your peak, mumbling his name over and over as you did.

The sight of it, the feeling, it was too much for Ivar as he gripped onto the bed tightly as he pumped his final few thrusts before spilling inside you. Ivar collapsed on top of you in a panting heap. His head was resting on your chest as you rubbed his back gently. “Did I hurt you?” he mumbled through half closed eyes.

“No Ivar, it was perfect,”

Ivar lifted his head with a soft smile, “No you were perfect,” he moved to lay next to you, pulling his shirt over his head to use to clean you up before you settled into bed to cuddle. It was a perfect silence. Well for a few moments, “Who was he?”

“Who was who?”

“The man you were seeing before,” Ivar said making you turn to look at him.

Your eyes scanned his face, but he could hide his emotions when he wanted to, “Why?” you asked sceptically.

“No reason. Just think we should have a little talk is all,”

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-Sherlock x fem!reader

Dr. Who:

-11th Doctor x fem!reader

Broadchurch:

-nothing yet

Warehouse 13:

-nothing yet

Supernatural:

-Castiel x fem!reader

-Jack Kline x fem!reader

Criminal Minds:

-nothing yet

Good Omens:

-nothing yet

The Sandman:

-Morpheus x fem!reader

Takin' over the Asylum:

-Morpheus x male!reader

Dead Boy Detectives

-nothing yet

Umbrella Academy:

-Umbrella Academy x gn!reader

The Witcher:

-Cahir x gn!reader

-Cahir x fem!Witcher!reader

-Jaskier x fem!reader

-Eskel x fem!Witcher!reader

Young Royals

-nothing yet

Cobra Kai

-Johnny Lawrence and Daniel LaRusso x male!reader general Dating Headcanons

Heartstopper

-nothing yet

The walking Dead

-Carl Grimes x fem!reader

I am not okay with this:

-nothing yet

American Horror Story:

-nothing yet

Peaky Blinders:

-nothing yet

The artful Dodger :

-nothing yet

Fleabag:

-nothing yet

The Queens Gambit:

-nothing yet

Stranger Things:

-Eddie Munson x fem!reader

The Boys

-nothing yet

Gen V:

-nothing yet

Ragnarok:

-nothing yet

Vikings:

-Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader Part 1

Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader Part 2

-Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader Part 1

Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader Part 2

-Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

-Ivar the Boneless x gn!reader

-Lagertha x fem!reader

-Ragnar x Lagertha x fem!reader

Arcane

-Silco x gn!reader

-Viktor x gn!reader

Mech Cadets:

-nothing yet

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss:

-nothing yet

The crowded Room

-nothing yet

One Piece live Action

-nothing yet

Paradise City:

-nothing yet

MacGyver (2016):

-nothing yet

Hannibal (2013):

-nothing yet

Avatar:The last Airbender Live Action:

-nothing yet

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multific · 1 year

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New Home

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Summary: Ivar brought Hvitserk home.

Hvitserk was his only brother left, so upon hearing about the kidnapping of his brother, Ivar, the King of Kattegat found himself on a ship.

Leaving everything behind, to save his brother.

And being the victorious leader he was, Ivar was able to save Hvitserk.

"Why did you come to save me?" asked Hvitserk as the ship sailed.

"Would you rather stay in that Christian filled village? I am bringing you home, brother."

"I have heard many tales about your Ivar. How you became King and earned respect."

"That I did. And if you wish, after your healing, you can stay."

They soon arrived back, everything was as Hvitserk remembered, the only thing hanging was the people he saw, he could barely recognize everyone.

Then, they got to Ivar's house.

"I'm back!" Ivar yelled and Hvitserk reached for his knife when he heard footsteps approach.

"DADDY!!!" Hvitserk watched as two young girls rushed over to Ivar who was now sitting in a chair. Both telling stories of their days, jumping up and down.

"Father. You are back earlier than expected." a young boy, older than the girls stopped in his tracks as he saw Hvitserk. Now the girls also noticed him.

"This is my brother, your uncle, Hvitserk. Now be careful he requires some healing so be nice."

"Uncle?" one of the girls asked.

"Yes." Ivar confirmed. "These are my children. My eldest son Finn, my twins, Halla and Hella." introduced Ivar his children to his brother. "My wife is... where is your mother?"

"She is feeding Assur." replied Finn as Ivar nodded.

"My youngest, born only a couple weeks ago, Assur."

"You have this many children?" Hvitserk was seriously surprised.

"I would have more... but Y/N said four would be enough."

"Y/N?" Hvitserk was confused. The name did sound familiar but he wasn't sure how.

"I'm here. I'm here, girls go wash your hands, I'll put food on the table, Finn, love, help your sisters please." you arrived with your son in your arms as your other children listened. "Hvitserk, really nice to see you... you do look like shit. Eat with us. I'll call the healer over later." you smiled at Hvitserk as you walked over to Ivar, offering him his son and a kiss. "Welcome home."

"How is he?"

"Strong. Has been kicking all day." you replied as you started to set the table. Ivar looked at his son, grabbing his leg and pushing it back softly, only for the small man to push back against his palm.

"Good."

Hvitserk stood stunned. Ivar was a smart man, this is exactly what he expected from his brother. Seeing him with children, who ran around.

"I'm-Congratulations brother. You have a nice family." Hvitserk finally walked further into the house, looking at his still sitting brother and the babe in his arms.

"Thank you," Ivar hoped this will give his brother another reason to stay.

"Say, Y/N, why does your name sound so familiar?" Hvitserk asked during supper.

"I used to be a shieldmaiden."

"Mummy was the best!" one of the girls, Hella, chimed in. Her twin nodded.

"I sure was. I met Ivar during a raid. We soon married and settled down."

Simple story really.

Hvitserk smiled as the boy sitting next to him looked shy.

"And so, Kattegat is thriving." Ivar nodded.

"Growing, new people moving in, the market is also growing greatly. I see merchants coming from far lands."

"Sounds like a dream."

"It is, and we are happy to live here. Kattegat is evergrowing and safe." you replied as you took a bite from your food.

After food, Hella and Halla thought it would be a good opportunity to show Hvitserk around their room, showing him the toys their father made as Finn also joined them, showing his room and belongings.

"My plan is working, Lovie." said Ivar as he hugged you, slowly pushing you against the wall.

"To have your brother back is something you longed for since I gave birth to Finn."

"I always wanted my family to be proud of me. My children and you are what I'm the proudest of." you smiled at Ivar before pulling him in for a short kiss before your youngest required your attention once more.

Ivar groaned as he watched you get the babe and placed him on your hip. You kissed his forehead and smiled as the babe giggled.

A sight Ivar would never be tired of.

You with your children.

The love of his life and the very thing born from the love you two shared.

Soon, he too had to leave as the girls wanted to show their uncle the animals in the woods.

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drvgs-and-d3vilworship · 2 years

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VALRAVNSDOTTIR

Chapter 3

Synopsis;

The young of the forgotten God of illusion, Valravn, craves the Midgardian Ivar the Boneless. Valravn, beings the doting father, allows his daughter to chase after he she desires most and she plans to take what she wishes to have by any means nessicary.

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Warnings: Lil steamy. Mentions of blood. Mentions of nudity. I believe that’s it.

Words: 1,496

Pairings: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

(Goddess!reader) (Female!reader) (Valravnsdottir!reader) (Dark!reader)

(A/N: Future chapters will get darker as they come and will contain topics that many may not wish to read about. Please bare this in mind when starting this series.)

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“Who are you?”

His voice was even more beautiful in his presence. It had always sent shivers down your spine when you were stuck in another realm beside your father but in person, every nerve in your system lit up with electricity.

You withdrew your hand back from his face and tenderly placed both palms against his chest, the flesh under your touch raised the tiny hairs on your arms and at the back of your neck.

Trapping your bottom lip between your teeth, you smiled slightly at the feeling of him beneath you before your face fell into an upset scowl, brows furrowing.

“You know who I am,” you mumbled quietly, almost disappointedly.

His face expressed his confusion, and it broke your heart a little further. He shook his head and the blade that he grasped underneath his pillow became slack and remained in its place as he lifted himself up on to his elbows. “Tell me who you are.”

“I am Y/N Valravnsdottir, Goddess of misfortune, daughter of Valravn, the God of illusion.” You sit upon his lap with your chest puffed out and head risen proudly as you speak of both your own and father’s titles.

His brows furrow at your declaration. “I have never heard of such a God, nor Goddess.”

Your face hardens slightly and Ivar hisses as your nails dig ever so slightly into the flesh of his chest. “That is because Odin is an old fool who washed away our existence into a realm unknown beside Helheim; near to none utter our names any longer.”

Inhaling deeply, you calm yourself and allow a sweet smile to spread across your face. “But that’ll change now though, won’t it skatten min?” (My treasure.)

Ivar pulled a face akin to a snarl. “How do I know that you’re not some deluded Christian who speaks ill of the Allfather, who’s determination taught them our language?”

You chuckle darkly. “Du våger å anklage meg om en slik forferdelig ting? Min kjærlighet, hvordan kunne du ikke stole på meg?” Your nails continue to dig deeper into his flesh, blood slowly being drawn from his skin. (You dare accuse me of such a slanderous thing? My love, how could you not trust me?)

“If my father were here, he’d peck the heart from your chest and eat it whole.” Your fingers relented, your nails slowly pulling from within his flesh, a mess of blood following and coating the nails on your hands, sharp as talons.

His eyes are wide as he lowers his gaze to look down to his chest, red slowly oozing from the crescent moon shapes, then trail back up to your eyes. The look in his eyes is so similar to fear but no, that’s not your Ivar. Your Ivar the Boneless fears nought.

He follows you with his eyes as you lean forward, laying your tongue flat against the bleeding marks on his chest, swiping your tongue slowly, sensually, along his flesh, cleaning up the small wounds with kitten licks, red painting your tongue.

As you moan at the taste of him, the coppery scent wafting up into your nose, he grows underneath the covers between your legs and a lusty haze falls over his eyes as he watches. Ivar still feels confused and conflicted, but he could never deny the beauty you held or the effect you had over him. Maybe you spoke the truth and were truly a Goddess.

You lean up to settle yourself on his lap once more, perching as you swipe a delicate finger across the blood still weeping from his chest. You lock eyes with the cripple king below you as you bring your finger to your lips, your tongue peeking out to taste the crimson coating before sucking your finger into your warm and wet mouth, moaning.

You’re not oblivious to the excitement he feels, the proof painfully evident between your legs and you smile deviously.

“La meg bevise for deg min kjærlighet og hengivenhet, King Ivar den benløse, slakter of Sachs.” You push back the curtain of feathers that makes up your cloak and allow it to fall off of your shoulders, exposing you completely. “Min hensynsløse konge.” (Let me prove to you my love and devotion, king Ivar the Boneless, slayer of Saxons.) (My ruthless king.)

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Ivar’s breath hitched as she bared herself to him. The cloak had fallen from her body with such grace, and he continued to look up at her in awe. Nothing ever has or ever will compare to all that is her. She could make every man bend at the knee and hand over his will, his power, all with a simple gaze.

She was the thing that weakened men and his mind, fuzzy and abuzz, lighting up with such unadulterated lust and passion, was pushing him to be but a simple fool for her too. Just like those men he imagined would worship the ground she walks on; he too would bend himself over to kiss at her feet.

Ivar had been right, the line of kohl did pass between her breasts, down the middle of her sternum to suddenly stop. Goosebumps aligned her skin; her nipples pebbled the second the cool air surrounding the two hit them.

His eyes travelled across the entire expanse of her body, and he finally gave in to that growing urge.

He slowly raised his hand, his movements so timid, and he gazed into her eyes, looking for any sign that he shouldn’t continue. But her eyes, those eyes he had awoken to, they stared into his own with heat, with adoration, with love and devotion. If his mind wasn’t so consumed at that moment, he surely would’ve asked why she looked at him in such a way, why she spoke of him like a lover would.

Ivar’s fingers finally made contact with her soft and supple skin, the lightest of touches as he danced his fingertips along her ribs, along the valley of her tits, around the full and heavy breasts. She had preened and mewled and arched into his touch, her eyes flutter close as she relished in his gently caress.

She slowly rocked her hips down against his covered cock and he sucked in a breath, his hands falling to her hips to grasp on tightly and still her for only a moment. Her eyes reopened to stare down at him, her hips still impatiently trying to move against him as she watches him with wide eyes, almost innocent like; almost.

Ivar lost sight of where he was, what was happening, only for her to remain, perched on his lap. The image of her leaning forward ever so slowly, bare chest touching hers with each inch she comes closer and closer, awoke him from yet another daze, the soft puffs of air that pass her lips and blow against his own enticing him further.

His eyes wander down to her lips, to her eyes and back again; a repeated motion that finally comes to a halt when a sweet kiss is pressed to his lips.

They’re soft and pillowy and eagerly pressed against his own and any and all inhibitions he may have had against this had all turned to ash.

It wasn’t long before he allowed her to push past with her tongue and swirl it against his own, something that Ivar was more than happy to reciprocate.

When she had pulled back, he chased after her intoxication touch like a hungry babe in search of a tit to drink from. He was almost disappointed until she began to kiss along his jaw, down along his neck and across the stretch of skin on his chest.

Her hot, open-mouthed kisses continued to trail downwards, her body moving along with her touch to ever so cautiously settle between his legs, the blanket now being pushed from off of his hips to down below where his shins rested.

Ivar couldn’t remove his eyes from the scene, watching with lust-filled, hooded eyes as she took a hold of his cock in her hand lightly began to kitten lick and kiss up his entire length.

She peered up at him and moaned as the first few drops of his precum hit her tongue and she felt him twitch in her hand.

With no push from Ivar, she took the tip in her mouth and began to suckle, swirling her tongue around the head as she slowly stroked at his shaft with a loose grip. His head fell back against the pillow below him, and he allowed his eyes to close as his bodies’ desires, needs, wants all overtook him.

From that moment onward, a long night of the Goddess worshipping the simple Midgardian king ensued. Ivar would be sure that it had all been that of a dream if not for the bare woman gazing at him so peacefully in the morning wrapped in his arms had not been there.

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leilabeaux · 3 years

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In My Sights III

Masterlist | Two

Pairing: Ivar/ Fem Reader

Word Count: 3570

Warning: None? 7 years bad luck?

Summary: A meeting with two brothers from Vestfold takes Ivar off guard.

Author’s Note: Well, this part was a long time coming. That means I will have part four ready next year.

The dining room was sparsely occupied that early afternoon with women who lunch, businessmen on lunch breaks, and their quiet chatter. The Vine had long been considered a historical landmark in Kattegat and was formerly a struggling fine dining restaurant. It had only gained popularity with the upper class once Aslaug Lothbrok, a well-known Götaland socialite who was newly married and new to the city, started to make her presence there. Though it’s popularity faded over the years, it was still preferred by the old money elite. Mostly for the staff’s discretion rather than the food and ambience.

It was for that reason why the Lothbrok sons preferred the establishment for their business lunches. Extra care was also usually taken with a generous tip to the host to ensure no other guests would be seated next to their table but today it was turning out to be a waste of money as the hushed voices from their corner of the room began to grow.

Ivar drummed his fingers against the table as he brought the cup of coffee to his lips, glaring across at his three older brothers. Apparently, the idiots had forgotten the importance of discretion as they were busy bickering over why their associates called for today’s meeting. He hoped the clinking of his cup when he set it down roughly onto the saucer would disrupt their chattering but, to his annoyance, still they continued.

Leaning back in his chair, his left hand mindlessly traced the carved out dragon on his cane, last year’s birthday gift from his dear Uncle Floki, while he scrolled through the day’s news on his phone. One particular article detailed the resignation of a Mercia diplomat after the unexpected death of her eldest son, mentioning that authorities were looking for a red-headed female who was last seen with him for questioning.

Good luck finding her, Ivar thought to himself. He had given up all attempts at trying to find you or any information about you after a year upon your meeting. After coming up empty through hacked databases and facial recognitions, he concluded that you were virtually a ghost or at least knew very powerful people who worked hard to keep you hidden. All he could do was sit and wait until he heard from you again, hoping his right hand and the memories of your last tryst would keep him satisfied till then.

He felt his slacks tighten as he got lost in a memory of you trapped underneath him as he pounded into your sweet cunt. The whines of you begging him to make you come he heard in his head were interrupted when Ubbe pounded his fist on the table, causing the glassware to shake.

“For fuck’s safe, Ivar, get off your fucking phone!” His older brother harshly whispered, checking over his shoulder at the other patrons, finally aware of the scene they were making.

“And why would I do that, dear brother?” Ivar still had his eyes turned down to his phone as he sent you the link of the article and a brief message: You’re on their radar. I wonder what you’re willing to do to make sure I don’t turn you in. Throwing his phone on the table, he raised an eyebrow as he bestowed Ubbe with his undivided attention. “So I can join you fools in biting our fingernails, worrying why they called for a meeting at the last minute?”

“They” were two brothers from Vestfold, owners of a large fishing company based out of their hometown and, most recently, out of Kattegat as well. To the public eye, it was assumed that it was hard work, determination, and a wise investment from Ivar’s father that turned the once struggling business into a multi million dollar success. But the young men currently seated at the table knew that the wise investment was generous compensation throughout the years for hauling more than just fish on their boats. Whether it was guns, stolen art and, for a very brief moment in time, opiates, Halfdan and Harald provided safe transport for anything the Lothbroks were running.

“You're not the least bit worried? What if they’re wanting to pull out of our deal? The Rus are not going to be pleased if we’re not able to deliver their shipment.” Ubbe wrung his hands as he thought of the worst. He was not looking forward to telling the Rus leader of any potential delays. The man wasn’t the most level headed or understanding and honestly, he creeped him out a bit.

Hvitserk nodded his head in agreement. “They might be. Remember, they were wanting a cut of our profits the last time we met with them but Ivar thought it wasn’t a good idea…” He pursed his lips in disapproval before cutting his eyes toward the youngest Lothbrok.

If Ivar had rolled his eyes any harder, he would have given himself a headache. “They’ve been doing the same job for our family for nearly twenty years, nothing more and nothing less, and have been paid fairly for it. Maybe a little too much in my opinion but I will honor our father’s wishes. Still they have no business being greedy. If it wasn’t for the Lothbroks, they would still be hauling fish into a sinking dinghy.”

“There are probably others who are looking for a way to transport their shit and all they need is a smug asshole like Harald to offer his services.” Hvitserk swirled his drink in his glass, taking a sip before continuing. “I think we should give them at least half of what they were wanting.”

Ivar gave an aggravated sigh and was ready to shoot down what he thought was the stupidest thing to come out of his brother’s mouth.

“I don’t know, I think Ivar’s right.” Sigurd chimed in. “They should be grateful for all our father did for them, not bite the hand that feeds them.”

The other men at the table sat in silence as they stared at him in confusion. It was thought that Sigurd would rather eat a bullet than agree with anything Ivar had to say.

“I changed my mind. Give them everything they ask for.” Ivar had joked, he would never admit out loud or to himself that he appreciated his least favorite brother taking his side. Officially done with the conversation, he picked his phone back up. He held back his smile as he read the new message: Anything you want me to do, handsome. But first, you’d have to find me.

Ubbe looked up from behind his nerve-wracked hands toward the lobby and gave a sigh. “Thank gods, they’re finally here...and of course he brought his fucking girlfriend. To our illegal business lunch meeting. Great.”

Hvitserk gave a quick and quiet wolf whistle as his eyes studied the woman on Harald’s arm, from head to toe. “Is that the same one he brought to your birthday party? Didn’t she have different hair and was a bit taller?”

“How can you not tell? I thought you fucked her while cake was being served?” Sigurd questioned.

“All I remember was the back of her head, to be honest.”

Ivar couldn’t hold back the snort at Hvitserk’s comment. Whatever smart ass response that was about to come out died on his tongue as he looked up at the woman that was being led to them. This was definitely a new girlfriend because if you were the one Hvitserk had fucked in the coat check room, he was going to have one less brother.

As always you looked like perfection to him but he knew your presence, or rather your outfit, was causing a bit of a stir in the restaurant especially among the older women who were busy clutching their pearls. From the plunging neckline of the loose dark green silk shirt to the matching miniskirt with a side-slit it was tucked into, your ensemble was far from the acceptable dress code of the Vine but the host knew better than telling Ivar and his brothers that their guest would have to leave, no matter how many complaints he’d get from the other patrons.

“Can you two shut the fuck up before he hears you?” Ubbe scolded Hvitserk and Sigurd before standing up to greet their guests. Shaking Halfdan’s hand before moving onto Harald, “Gentleman, I’m glad you could finally join us.”

Halfdan gave a frustrated sigh as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and plopped himself down on an empty seat. “Believe me, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Oh come on, brother. We didn’t keep you waiting that long.” Harald slapped a hand on his shoulder before parading the young woman on his arm. “Boys, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend Veronica.”

Ivar instantly wished he had ordered something stronger than coffee. He didn’t want to believe for a moment that you would choose to be with someone like Harald but you did warn him before that he hardly knew you.

In his opinion, the Fishmonger wasn’t much to be desired. And if it was money you were after, Ivar’s funds could have kept your excessive shopping addiction quelled more than the mere pennies the other man had. He knew he could satisfy you in that way and others.

Patiently sitting back in his chair, he watched as you politely smiled while you shook hands with each of his brothers. Hvitserk was unaware how close he was to a dinner knife to his thigh after lingering a second too long while kissing the back of your hand. Fortunately, Harald had the good sense to pull you away.

Ivar balanced his weight on his cane as he stood up to introduce himself, taking a risk and gently caressing his thumb against your hand. “Lovely to meet you, Veronica.”

Although you said nothing back, he didn’t miss the small smirk that briefly graced your face letting your alleged boyfriend lead you to your seat.

“I hope you boys don’t mind her being here. I know we try to keep these meetings to ourselves but I’ve been a little busy and this beautiful thing has been missing me.” He kissed the back of your hand, causing you to giggle. “Didn’t even want to take my card and go on a shopping spree.”

“I swear you won’t even hear a peep from me.” You promised, miming zipping your lips closed while you took a seat across from Ivar. “Harry’s shop talk ends up sounding more like gibberish to me anyway!”

Ivar had to focus to not show his confusion when he heard you speak. The words coming out of your mouth sounded as if they were dipped in saccharine and nowhere near the lower sultry tone he was used to. He hoped to himself that you would stay true to your promise and remain silent.

Unfortunately, promises meant nothing to his brothers.

“So what do you do for a living, Veronica?” Sigurd asked while cutting into his beef tenderloin.

You gave him a closed smile, dabbing the corners of your mouth with your napkin as you swallowed your last bite. “Oh my goodness! Nothing as important as what you gents do! I worked in this cute little boutique over in Vestfold before Harry whisked me away!”

“Wow, you must have made a killing in commissions.” Ivar couldn’t resist this opportunity to make you sweat, if that was even possible.

He was sure that hint of confusion on your face seemed authentic to everyone else. “No? Actually, I worked hourly...”

You were cut off by an annoyed groan from Ubbe as he rubbed his face, the food on his plate was barely touched. “Harry...I mean Harald, why did you call this meeting?”

“You couldn’t wait a few more minutes until we were done eating? I’d expect mommy to have taught you some manners.” Harald sighed and tossed his napkin on the table before leaning back in his chair.

Ivar didn’t miss you curling your hand around your knife. The tension surrounding the table definitely wasn’t missed by you.

Before Ubbe could respond, Halfdan had cut into the conversation. “Look, we know the last meeting didn’t go well.”

“Actually, you shot one of our men in the head.” Hvitserk stated, staring at Harald as he made his point.

Halfdan quickly interjected, “One of our captains went rogue. Was convinced by some mysterious buyer to deliver your last load of weapons to them. Don’t worry, we took care of the problem”

The younger Lothbrok brother stayed silent while his brothers voiced out their displeasure. You took a sip from your glass, your eyes cutting back and forth to the men surrounding you.

“Oh, did you?” Ubbe questioned incredulously. “Because there shouldn’t have been a problem in the first place.”

“Yes, we did.” Harald finally broke his silence with an emphasis on every word. “The man liked a good drink...a little too much. It was unfortunately only a matter of time until he drunkenly stumbled off his boat. I’m sure the medical examiner we paid off would attest that it was accidental drowning. As for the guns, they’re on another boat with a crew we know we can trust.”

“The buyer? Do you think it was the Saxons?” Sigurd suggested to the table.

“No, they thrive on letting it be known when they screw us over. I suspect they either are or know someone close. In either our circle or yours. I just hope our actions show that we are loyal and can be trusted.” Harald regarded that last statement to Ivar, knowing his silence throughout the exchange meant he was the one he had to win over.

The young man grinned as he sat back in his seat “You know, before you got here, my brothers were saying they didn’t think you deserved any part of our profits but I personally think a five percent cut of every successful shipment is reasonable.”

A smirk slowly spread against Harald’s face. “I think that sounds very reasonable.”

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Ivar slowly made his way to the front of the restaurant. The remainder of lunch was uneventful other than the mindless chatter of Hvitserk and Sigurd asking you 20 questions. Ubbe promptly left after taking care of the bill and with so few words.

He rolled his eyes in disgust as he watched Harald wrap his arms around you, not even trying to be modest as his hands grabbed your ass. He had to fight the urge to not cut the man’s hands off for touching something that belonged to him.

You squealed and playfully swatted his chest. You gave a quick glance at Ivar as he slowly approached. “Baby, I’ll meet you outside. I just need to touch up my lipstick real quick.”

“Okay, lovely. Don’t be too long, we have a plane waiting on us.” He pressed a quick kiss on your lips before letting you go. He walked out of the restaurant, not even noticing that Ivar was close by.

Your heels clicked on the marble floor and you peeked over your shoulder toward Ivar, giving him a small grin before you made a quick turn into the washroom.

Ivar looked around to make sure there were no eyes on him as he made his way in the same direction as you. He didn’t expect his brothers to worry too much about him. He would’ve been surprised if one of them had waited for him especially since he took his own personal town car to the restaurant.

Before he could even walk through the door, you yanked him in by his tie then pushed him against the adjacent wall. He barely had time to react when he felt your lips against his own. He wrapped his arm around your waist and groaned when your hand tugged down on his locks.

Usually you enjoyed taking your time kissing him, teasing with a soft touch of your hand at the back of his neck, savoring every small whine he made when you nipped on his bottom lip. But today was different as you rushed to deepen the kiss. Both of you knew that if you were gone too long, Harald would come hunting for you.

When you broke away from him, you looked into his eyes, stifling a soft giggle. “Hi there, handsome.” You teased, your voice finally back to normal.

“Gods, that voice you were putting on was annoying.”

“I don’t know. Harald seems okay with it.” You pushed yourself away from him, walking over to the sink and pulled out a tube of lipstick from your clutch.

Ivar stayed put against the wall, watching as you leaned over the sink to look yourself in the mirror.

He repeatedly tapped his cane on the tile, “Is he why you said no?”

“Said no to what?” You stayed focused on reapplying the red color on your lips. You couldn’t help but laugh when you looked up and saw the annoyed look Ivar was giving you.

You smooth a finger around your lips, cleaning up any smudges. “I’m not his girlfriend, Ivar. He thinks I’m the very expensive call girl he hired to keep him company over the weekend. Just your basic girlfriend experience.” You dropped the lipstick back into your clutch before closing it with a snap.

“Your client wants him taken care of?” He walked over and propped his hip against the counter next to you. “That would save me some money in the long run. One less brother to pay.”

“No…” You looked down at the porcelain instead of looking him in the eyes. “I’m just collecting information on him by any means necessary.”

“Any means necessary?” While Ivar usually admired your dedication to committing to your undercover work, he found himself not liking the idea of you following through on this one. “Y/N, please tell me there’s a target on his head.”

You quickly glanced up at him through the mirror before turning to lean against the counter. You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “At the moment, no.”

“Goddammit, Y/N” Ivar pinched the bridge of his nose. Though the thought of someone else hands over your body aggravated him, the idea of another man inside of you incited him. “Are you going to fuck him? Have you fucked him?”

“Ivar…you and your brothers were waiting for a reason. It would have been suspicious if the hooker refused to fuck him.” You stated as if that was a reasonable explanation.

“How much is your client paying you? I’ll double it—fuck it, I’ll triple it if you just walk away now.”

“No one is paying me. I’m on my boss’s orders.”

“And who do you work for again?”

“Tsk, tsk. You already know that if I told you, I’d have to kill you and I don’t want to have to mess up that pretty face. Again.” Pressing up against him, you gently brushed your thumb over the faint scar that went across his cheek. A sweet parting gift from one of your earlier encounters with him.

“Tell me what information you need and I’ll get it for you.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “Just...just don’t go with him.”

You cradled his face in your hands. For a brief moment, there was a look that Ivar had seen on your face before, a mixture of pity and sadness. You shook your head then pressed a gentle kiss on his lips before you walked away from him.

“Please don’t hate me, handsome.” Through the wall length mirror ahead of him, he saw you turn to face him after pausing at the closed door. “You can be mad and you can curse at me until we’re old and grey. Shit, you could even throw another knife at me but I think it would hurt me more if you hated me.”

You waited a moment for him to say or do anything, but when all you got was silence, you walked out of the door.

Ivar took a deep inhale to try to calm the anger that was beginning to flow through his body. He turned toward the mirror, his knuckles going white as he grabbed onto the edge of the sink. No care when his cane falls to the ground with a resounding smack.

When he was younger, he had got into some trouble after he hit a classmate with a rock. The therapist his Uncle Floki took him to after the incident told him to try counting to ten whenever he saw red.

He closed his eyes, letting out an exhale at every count in his head.

On five, he could see you.

Six, Harald slowly walking up behind you.

Seven, him taking you into his arms.

Eight, his tongue sliding up your neck.

Nine, his hand trailing down to your center.

Ten, you softly moaning out Harald’s name.

Ivar screamed out in rage and punched the mirror. He didn’t even notice the pain in his fist until his breathing evened out. He straightened out his tie the best he could with the distorted reflection in front of him. Flexing his injured hand, he reached over and grabbed one of the towels laid out on the counter, wrapping his hand in it.

If Harald didn’t have a target on his head before, he fucking did now.

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Deceitfuldevout's Vikings Masterlist:

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

One-shots:

What Makes A Woman? - Dark!Ivar x Lagerthasdottir!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703920915905396736/what-makes-a-woman?source=share

Apex - A/B/O!Vikings AU:Dark!Ivar x General!Reader: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703921560316198912/apex?source=share

Little Bird - An Ivar and Ramsay imagine - Gray!Ivar x Reader x Dark!Ramsay: 🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703922770148540416/little-bird?source=share

Promise Me - Modern!Vikings AU: Dark!Ivar x Reader: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703924864080281600/promise-me?source=share

His Name is Ivar - Dark!Ivar x Ex!Reader: 🔞🖤❤️ https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703982568381546496/his-name-is-ivar?source=share

Play Me a Tragedy - Dark!Ivar x Wife!Reader: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/726280849102962688/play-me-a-tragedy?source=share

Series:

Dear Brother - Modern!Vikings AU: Dark!Ivar x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/707809377467432961/dear-brother-masterlist?source=share

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Sure I Would Kiss You

Fem! Ivar+Fem! Reader (Modern AU)

(A/N): Hello there lovelies!

So not too long ago, @flowers-in-your-hayr created a beautiful moodboard HERE and talking with her I low key had an idea for a female Ivar fic, which I hope you’ll like!

Also if you want more please let me know, so that I’ll do something more about this lovely lady (and yeah I used Katie McGrath, because she is my kind of female Ivar, but you can imagine her as you prefer).

And last but not least: feedback helps a lot us writers, if you want to share this stories or leave a comment, I’ll love you with my very very anxious heart!

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WARNINGS: Girls Like Girls, Light Homophobia, Bisexual! Reader, Loss of Virginity, Talk of Blood and Loss of Virginity, Consumption of Alcohol and Slight Bullying.

You heard the door closing behind your meek roommate.

She tried her best not to be loud, but you had been feeling too shitty to properly sleep, hence you had sat yourself on the sofa with an art documentary, as you tried to shift your mind from the harsh day you had had.

You hadn’t been able to fall asleep, although the late hour, still.

Ivar, still, tiptoed in the kitchen, mindful of your ‘sleep’, opening the fridge searching the bottle of wine you kept stashed there, in order for it to be fresh and ready for when you chose to drink it, but she found nothing, since you had finished it before she could get her hands on.

And from the fact that she didn’t search for beer but straight up went for the strongest alcohol, you knew it had been a hard day also for her.

You peaked your head to look at whether she had started raiding in the alcohol cabinet yet and caught her face drenched with tears.

And, catching your gaze, she almost stumbled in her own feet for the scare, making the vodka bottle almost fall to the ground, catching it at last, as you moved yourself to rush in, worried for the expensive alcohol, a ‘gift’ you had stolen from Olga’s party.

That Russian beauty certainly knew a thing or two about alcohol.

“Fucking fuck!” she screamed loudly as she backed to ease out of her body the scare, balancing herself on her crutch as you took in her appearance, finding her clad in the typical punk rock fashion she wore whenever she had to visit her sisters’ parties.

Leather pants that gave her an ass you’d have gladly paid to own (all thank to the squat she’d do right in front of your breakfast, having woken up early just to exercise, something which she had convinced you to try once, just to tell you to stop and return to bed, since you were too distracting) and a ripped shirt that would showcase her black studded bra.

It was all matched with a ‘barely-there’ make-up, since she didn’t need much.

Her blue eyes would attract with pure animal magnetism any boy she wanted, and it’d work, till they took a good look at her legs.

Or at least that’s what Ivar always said,

What you knew was that she had never taken a boy back, to your dorm.

Although there was quite the crowd behind her for that.

And this had made you question some things, that you hadn’t dared asking aloud, not only because your roommate was extremely dangerous when angered (which usually happened when you probed the beast), but also because…

…you honestly couldn’t blame her for not wanting a quick fuck with a frat boy.

“… do you want to do shots?” you asked, as you thought that the headache you had in your head wouldn’t get any better, and you wouldn’t be having lesson on Saturday, although maybe… you should have woken up early… to study, the following day.

But after the horrible day you had been having, you honestly very much thought about dropping out of college and starting your own museum at home, as you tried to become famous through the universal tool of YouTube.

“I want to drink in peace” mumbled Ivar, a clear sign that you weren’t invited to the ‘pity party’.

“Ok, roomie” you replied, not daring to ask more because you already knew that probing wouldn’t make Ivar talk, you’d just have to let her handle her own problems, realize she couldn’t and then come to you.

It never failed and neither this time she denied a small visit to your room, as you set everything to go to bed, having changed in your pajama, a small pair of booty short in satin, and a mismatched oversize t-shirt you had been wearing since you had started college.

She looked at you blushing always at unease with you in any undressed state, although she had lived with four sisters.

‘It is different!’ she had once protested ‘… they are family!’.

And as you pretended not to hear it, you had heard clearly ‘… and you are prettier’.

And you couldn’t deny your own attraction to Ivar.

Still it was something for which you had thought it wasn’t worthy ruining the slowly budding friendship that was growing between you two, but the more you knew about Ivar and how she had overcame years of bullying and physical therapy, the more you found yourself to liking her more than a friend.

Hence that was why it mattered to you so much to see her sad.

You slowly lead her to bed, completely taking advantage of the small touch of her hands against yours, as she sat down, with her back against the wall, in order for her to sit up straight, as she stammered, about ‘you having stolen all the glass for the shots’.

“They are actually mine, little thief” you teased her, and she blushed even more, making you almost want to softly push your fingers in her cheeks, probing them till you made her laugh, but you thought that as she looked, so grim and tired, it’d just make her run away.

You waited for a shot to be in your body, before you tried to spur her on talking about that night.

“I shouldn’t have gone” she mumbled with decision, and you didn’t dare to ask more, looking at her as she lightly made the vodka turn in the shot glass “… but Hvitta told me that she’d have some of the good stuff, and Ubrie told me that he’d… he wouldn’t be there”.

And you immediately understood who she meant.

Marco, Ubrie and Hvitta’s shared boyfriend, the exact definition of frat boy, a fucker who had tried to ask Ivar and you if you wanted to have a threesome, since they seemed his specialty.

You had just denied him annoyed, but you had seen the interest in Ivar’s eyes, mostly her willingness to lose the virginity she took with herself everywhere she went.

She had confessed to you once after a few too many drinks, how awful it felt for her to still be a virgin, mostly due to her lack of security in herself, set by her disability, which had made her always feel beneath others.

‘Who would like to fuck somebody who isn’t even able to walk properly’ she had asked you, before proceeding to puke onto your booties.

Well you’d have fucked her for a start.

“… maybe they didn’t know” the parties the Lothbrock visited were the chaotic ones where nobody knew who the others truly were.

“Siggy knew” she spoke, as if the taste of her sister’s name left a bad taste “… she fucking invited him, over”.

Oh, that was bad.

You knew it all about the sisterly hatred between the two since Ivar at least one time a day would talk it all with about the way Siggy teased her, with simply existing.

“That is fucked up” you mumbled, as you took in another shot, starting to definitely feel lightly dizzy, mostly because the two glasses of wine weren’t exactly out of your system, and you knew what alcohol made you do.

“…I know” mumbled Ivar, gently moving her long and luxurious blackish mane, off her front and behind her shoulders, as a few strands lightly tickled your face in the movement “… but the worst part was that… he… he fucking…”.

She was so angry that her hands started trembling and one of yours immediately moved to grab them softly, as you took the shot of vodka out of of them, setting it onto your bedside table, to avoid spilling some of it on your sheets, not wanting to clean them tomorrow, from the atrocious smell of alcohol.

“I’ll kick that idiot in the groin tomorrow” you mumbled softly as you adjusted yourself to gently make your roommate shift closer to your chest, as she snuggled clumsily, more than glad to hide her face.

“You barely arrive at his crotch with your head” she replied, sassily, as you circled her back with your arms, gently caressing it.

“I am planning revenge for you and you insult me!” you huffed out, making her finally giggle, although you could feel your t-shit getting dirty with a mix of tears and ‘barely there’ mascara.

“Gosh, you shouldn’t honestly be allowed to even think of anything violent” replied Ivar, as she moved away from you swiftly to take a good look at your body “… this body isn’t made for violence”.

“I am a lover not a fighter” you smirked, making her blush, as she laughed off the embarrassment “… but if you want to talk about Marco, and draw a few dicks and an horrible moustache on his photos I am here”.

She nodded, but the mention of Marco’s name had brought her to slowly drift away from you and you could feel it, grabbing her attention as you pinched her wrist to bring her back to earth, gaining a slightly angered look, as she fell with her back against your ruined mattress.

“I just wish I was normal” she let out, almost as low as a breath, but you still caught it, and mimicked her falling to her side.

“Nobody wants to be normal” you replied “… we all want to be the cute and cool girl who doesn’t follow society and all that bullshit”.

“You know what I mean” and you didn’t even have to look at her to know that she was looking at her legs.

It had happened once, on your first year together, you had barged in her without her pants, because you had been worried of having left the hair straightener on in the bathroom, just to catch a barely panty-clad Ivar who had closed the door in your face.

She hadn’t talked to you for an entire week.

And although you hadn’t seen much, it certainly wasn’t as bad as Ivar made it seem.

It wasn’t certainly perfect but people also had legs with stretch marks and evident scars, and that didn’t certainly make them the horrifying monsters Ivar thought she was, even more when you saw the desperate strength she put in doing everything.

You honestly could just linger in bed all day, whereas she would have exercised her ass, gotten a degree and found the solution to world hunger, in a few days.

She was certainly much better than many people you knew.

Certainly better than you.

“… I think that you are the only one who thinks you aren’t normal” you let out, as she turned to you surprised, you hadn’t tried any sarcastic remark, before her eyes found again the roof of your small bedroom.

“Marco thinks that I am a freak” she mumbled, as if it costed her truly everything to say what she had to say.

“Why?” you were seriously going to kick in the groins that asshole.

Ivar’s cheeks became flushed, and she still refused to look at you in the eyes, but she slowly started talking.

“Do you remember that party at Kelly’s house?” you nodded, remembering it being extremely boring, mostly because Ivar had ditched you and you knew nobody there, you had spent it trying to figure out whether Kelly was the blonde girl or the brunette one.

Turns out she was the red-haired one.

“… well, when I disappeared, I was with Marco” and you sent her an extremely surprised look “… I wanted to get over with the entire virginity thing, and we did it”.

Oh, that was… traumatizing.

And your small lovesick heart.

You kept yourself in a minute of silence, as she moved to your side, finally delivering a small look at you.

“… are you judging me?”.

Because she had chosen to lose her virginity to a frat boy? No, she would never.

But it still hurt, although you had long since accepted the fact that Ivar Lothbrock didn’t swing that way.

You were such a loser.

“… no”.

“Good, because I did judge myself” she spoke, as she made you immediately to turn to her “… because it fucking sucked, it just hurt and I couldn’t, I told him to stop…”.

“Did he?” because if he hadn’t heard ‘no’, you would have also fractured his awful face.

“Yeah yeah, he did, but…” she seemed honestly ashamed of continuing and you lightly turned, although you kept your hands linked, to give her some privacy “… but he told me that I was fucking strange and tonight, he… he made fun of me, for not having been able to… you know… he said that I have something wrong inside”.

You were seriously going to smash his head.

“Ivar, it hurts the first time… most of the time, you have nothing wrong, and if you didn’t feel comfortable…” you explained to her softly.

“Yeah, but I am used to pain… I live with it, each day… but this one…” a look of uneasiness showed on her face “… what if I have something? I googled some stuff…”.

“You googled some stuff” you replied tightly, hissing through your teeth “Ivar, you are smarter”.

“No no, there is this sickness… it is very…”.

You stopped her, moving on top of her, physically overpowering her, to make her listen to you, aware that she’d just continue talking shit about herself, and you honestly couldn’t take it anymore…

… no matter the fact that you lost any ability to talk as you saw her under you, long black hair contrasting against your orange comforter, as she stared into you with those intense blue eyes.

“… did you feel comfortable with Marco?” you asked softly, as you tried to move your head away from the thought of kissing those plump lips.

“… why does it matter?”.

“It does”.

“You are still a virgin” she protested, as if because of that you had no right to talk.

“Well, I am a virgin who is smarter than you” you retorted as you blocked her from trying to escape your grasp “… if you didn’t feel comfortable, it is obvious that you didn’t feel well”.

“… yeah yeah, but it was…”.

“Has he prepped you?” you asked softly, as you leaned down “… used his fingers or tongue? Because you might not have been wet enough”.

Ivar seemed to think about it for a minute, before shyness crept over her face, and you thought that you had gone too far, which you did, slowly dismounting and pushing yourself back against the mattress.

“… he didn’t do neither of those things”.

“Well he should have” you mumbled “… I might not have done the entire deed, but … I have fooled around.

“And did it feel good with the guy you tried?” she asked, honest curiousness in her face.

“It wasn’t a guy…” Gosh, the vodka and wine had made your tongue loose and you didn’t have to turn to know that Ivar has all his attention focused on you “… I… swing both ways, ok?”.

“O… ok” mumbled Ivar beside you, and you thought this couldn’t get worse, so ushered to close the discourse.

“He was a twat and there isn’t anything wrong with you, Ivar…” you reassured her tightly “…you just need to find the right one”.

“As if anybody would like to fuck me” she uttered turning on her side and you weren’t able to stop yourself from uttering.

“I’d fuck you” it just slipped your mouth, before you could take it back, and everything in you froze.

Fucking God was this alcohol or the Veritaserum?

You just hoped you had whispered it low enough that Ivar hadn’t heard it.

But she did.

And she turned to you, with a questioning gaze.

“… are you serious?”.

“I have drunk too much” you tried to use it as an excuse, as the warmth of her body came closer to you.

Your body was too tired to fight your messy words.

“You haven’t” she spoke lowly, as she kept her eyes trained on you “… I have seen you drink much more”.

“Can we just forget my words?” you tried to protest but it didn’t work in the slightest, since Ivar was the one who pushed you to turn around to her and look at her in the eyes.

“Then I am just a fucking unfuckable cripple, also to you” she was teasing you, pushing you to react properly, telling her what you truly thought of her.

But you had enough to hear her diminish herself.

And alcohol had already ruined your relationship, it couldn’t get worse.

“I’d like to fuck you very much, but I know that you don’t swing that way”.

You knew it because although Ivar had been private about her sexuality and such, she had always been quite traditionalist, hence you had just backed off, assuming she was straighter than straight.

“Did it feel good with a girl?” she inquired as it didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest.

“Fuck off” you told her, but she dug her fingers in your ribs “… Ivar I seriously don’t want to fucking joke on this”.

“I am not” she mumbled, as she gently brought you closer and before you knew it, her hands were laced with yours, as she pushed you closer.

Taking in her disheveled and natural look, and you had enough.

You kissed her, desperately.

Nothing too aggressive, no, it was a bare kiss, on her soft and plump lips, finding them not only tasting of alcohol but also as full as you had thought they would be and it was them that pushed against yours, intensifying the kiss, as she pushed her hands in your hair, almost retracting them when she found long hair and not short ones.

Female, not male.

And you were worried.

You thought she had finally realized what she was doing.

But then she just pushed them tighter in your hair, pulling them to get you to open her mouth under her, and you couldn’t help but moan lightly, surprised by her aggressiveness, but just went along with it, as your hands tried out her uneasiness, slowly inching down her back, as you gently grazed her tight and muscly back.

And she just leaned closer to you, detaching her mouth from yours, to breath softly, but she soon attacked you again with an eagerness, that made you laugh and push her lightly back.

“Do you kiss guys like that?” you asked jokingly, as you felt her hands also exploring your body, boldly moving under your shirt.

“Yeah, why?” she retorted, again that aggressive insecurity that made you just smirk softly, as you lightly dragged her face closer, and this time it was you who led the kiss, and at first you teased softly her lips, a kiss for each lip, and then your tongue licked them, before it dipped between them, and entered her warm mouth, gently and softly licking the plate of her mouth, before it stirred awake Ivar’s tongue, who chased it.

But you abandoned her mouth, immediately, retreating yourself.

And Ivar moved forward chasing more, but you just stood straight and held yourself off, mouth lightly opened in an invitation you were offering to your roommate.

“… this is how you kiss” you mumbled softly, as you offered her a hand “… and I can teach you much more, if you are curious”.

And Ivar grasped tight your hand, rushing you towards her, with an impatience that almost made you more ditzy than the alcohol you had drunk.

“...please, I don’t think I need any teaching”.

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