#alex hogh andersen × modern ivar

[ivarlover]

UNDENIABLE PART 3 (Sequel to UNLEASHED)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but the story has come alive for me, and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥 This is the last chapter of Undeniable. However, there will be another sequel called Unexpected that I will hopefully be posting soon. After Unexpected is finished (& I have no idea how many chapters it will be), that will be the end of this roller coaster ride. This chapter has thoroughly kicked my ass! Hope it's worth it! 😘

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into what looked like a confusing situation in the light of day. What did it all mean to them now? What would happen with their friendship? Can they move forward as friends or has all been lost? Is friends to lovers even a possibility at this point?

Inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍 (You know who you are).

Warnings: This chapter: A little bit of heartache but also all the feels. Smut, Ivar being Ivar.

The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, heartbreak, and a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut 🤣

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Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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It was finally here. The after-party was scheduled to begin in almost an hour, and there were already people arriving. You didn't know who the newlyweds were, but you were certain they had more money than you were accustomed to. They'd rented out the entire bar for only their guests, so it was closed to the public.

You watched as the bouncers continued to turn people away and how sad they looked learning they couldn't enter for a second night in a row. You couldn't help but to feel proud knowing your friends had accomplished this, of course, with your help. "I can't thank you enough for your help tonight, Y/N. Looks like we're going to need as much as we can get. Did you see how many people are already here?" Alex buzzed passed you, headed for more champagne.

"Alex, you're very welcome, but remember, you're the boss. Let us help and you, I don't know, you just stand here and look pretty. I got this. Which table gets the champagne?" He smiled his flirty smile at you and told you which table. "Yes, sir," you smiled back and headed toward the table.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?" you replied.

"I like it when you call me sir."

"Oh my God!" you blushed and punched him playfully in the chest.

"Nah, seriously, Y/N, thank you," he grinned proudly, "For everything."

You shrugged and went to work. It was almost weird for you, thinking about that hot weekend you'd had with him and Ivar. It was great but so much had changed so fast and now, all you really wanted was for him to be happy with Ivar like you knew he could be, like you knew he wanted. You made a mental note to have a heart to heart discussion with Ivar as soon as you found the chance. Alex and you had become really close friends really fast and you were determined to sort out this mess the two of them had made.

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"So much for me standing and looking pretty, huh?" Alex said as the two of you ended up at the bar at the same time for the first time all night. He was washing glasses beside you. "Damn, I think we needed more help."

"No. It's ok. Don't freak out now. Look at the time. We're almost at the end. Everyone is happy and having a good time," you reassured him.

"This has been one hell of a night! It's a good thing we closed the place to the public. There's no way we would have had enough space for more people," Alex laughed.

"Oh fuck!" Your heart completely stopped.

"What? Oh God, what is it?" Alex panicked.

You just pointed to the door. Ivar and Hvitserk were standing just inside it and you could see Hvitserk standing in front of him, clearly trying to hold him back. Ivar flung his arms around and shoved Hvitserk out of his way. He headed toward the bar and he made eye contact with you. He had a murderous look across his face that appeared to be directed at you and Alex.

"What the fuck is wrong with him? Doesn't he know how big this event is?" Alex was frozen in his spot.

"I got this. You go get Hvitserk and keep him with you. He doesn't even need to be in here!" You walked into the crowd and stopped in front of Ivar. "Ivar, this is not the time or the place."

"What's it fucking to you?" He slurred his words a little and as you got closer to him, you could smell alcohol on his breath. Just great. You had no idea what he was like when he's drunk or what he was capable of.

You began, a little sweeter than before. "Ivar, look around you. This place is full of people. People who paid you guys good money to be here. Don't ruin their wedding night. You know Alex will talk to you. Just wait until we close up later tonight and you sober up some."

He looked at you straight in the eyes and said one word, "No!" He managed to walk around you, or stumble was more like it, and went straight to where Alex stood at the bar, headed to Hvitserk.

You gave Alex an apologetic smile and went to Hvitserk yourself, praying the whole way that at least he was sober.

"So, that's it? We're done? It's all over before it even begins?" Ivar's voice was so harsh and cold.

Alex looked at him, sadly, "Ivar, are you drunk?"

"No, I'm not fucking drunk! I'm pissed! Answer my damn question, Alex!" As he got louder, people around them began to stare. "It's seriously all over before it even begins?"

Alex tried to calm him. He wasn't sure how to answer him in this state. "Ivar, let's go talk in the back and I..."

"Fuck no! Answer me here!"

Alex had seen him like this before, just never had it directed at him. He spoke quietly. "Ivar, we don't know what the future holds, but you have to recognize the timing is not in our favor right now."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Alex dropped his head. After the last couple of weeks he'd had, he couldn't believe he was shutting this down. "Ivar, please. Can we talk later? When everyone has left from here?"

Even in his drunken stuper, Ivar recognized the pain in Alex's face and he suddenly felt bad. Just as he was going to apologize, you and Hvitserk walked up.

"Hey, Ivar," you said, "Want to go with me to the office?" He looked at you with a funny smile. "Oh my God! No! Jesus! I meant for you to get some rest until everyone is gone."

He laughed and looked at Alex, who still seemed taken back by this entire situation. "Umm, yeah sure. I guess so," he answered, thinking only of Alex now.

As you walked him toward the office, you playfully smacked him in the shoulder and said, "You're such a pervert."

"Hey, I wasn't sure what you were offering," he replied and you punched him this time.

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"What the hell was that all about?" Hvitserk asked Alex as you and Ivar walked away.

Alex smiled. "Umm, long story. For another time."

"Right. Something tells me I don't even want to know."

"Yeah, probably not," Alex answered, laughing. Then he saw the serious look across Hvitserk's face. "What is it?"

"I'm just trying to figure things out here. How did you manage to make my baby brother so angry with you and yet so into you all at the same time?"

"Wait. What?" Alex was floored. He stumbled over his words, "I, I, umm, did no such a thing! Why would you even say that? You know we've been best friends for years, Hvitserk."

"Yes, I do, but this, this is more than just best friends. I've never seen him like that over any woman and Alex, you know he's been in love with one before." You both grimaced at the memory of her. "This is way deeper than friendship."

Alex tried to keep his composure. "You've never seen him act like what? I really don't know what you're talking about. He's not into me. He's just drunk."

Hvitserk was persistent, "Alex, you can knock off that innocent act with me. I know something happened with you guys, and don't worry. It doesn't bother me. As long as he's happy, I'm happy. And he is convinced he'll be happy with you."

Alex stood there in shock for a minute, trying to decide how best to answer. "Wow! I wasn't expecting that. Look, I'm not going to violate his trust like that. All I will say is our friendship took a turn that neither of us were expecting at all and now, we're just trying to navigate through the changes. It's difficult, Hvitserk."

"It's not, actually, Alex. When you feel that strongly about someone, that's major. You don't just let them slip away from you so easily. Especially if your feelings are as deep as his seem to be. All he talked about to me all afternoon was you and how he may have fucked up the first real, true thing he's ever found. I don't need details, man. I just need you to fix this. There's no reason the two of you should be suffering like this when you both clearly want the same thing. And if it's mom, don't worry about her. He can handle her. I promise you that."

"I, umm, I really don't know what to say." Hvitserk was one of the last people that Alex had ever expected to be so insightful or accepting of everything.

"You don't need to say anything, man. Not to me, at least. Just promise me you'll talk to him before you leave tonight."

Just as Alex started to answer, you walked up. "He pretty much passed out as soon as his head hit the sofa," you laughed, looking at the two of them. "Alex, you have to talk to him. Tonight."

"Ok, ok already. The two of you don't need to gang up on me! I plan on talking to him. I want to even," Alex smiled at their genuine concern.

You turned to Hvitserk, "Now, I can give you a ride home." Then you turned to Alex, "It's ok, right? I'll be right back. And don't worry, Hvitserk, Alex will be sure Ivar gets back home." You smiled.

Hvitserk put his hand up, "No, I'm fine. I don't want to leave. I'd really like to stay here with you guys. I can even help out with whatever you need." You and Alex both gave him a confused look. "Seriously, guys, it's not the alcohol that I have a problem with. It's umm, it's drugs. When I'm high is the only time I ever want to drink. You can ask Ivar. He understands this now. He drank most of the evening in front of me and it didn't bother me. It's my mom who didn't want to leave yet. She wanted to be sure I am seriously ok. Although, Y/N, I wouldn't mind you giving me 'that ride' a little later." He gave you that same shit eating grin of Ivar's.

"Oh my God! You're horrible!" You playfully smacked him on his arm.

"Yeah, but something tells me you like it," he continued to smile as you began to blush. Of course, he was right. There was definitely something about these Lothbrok boys that you couldn't get enough of.

"Ok, ok. Sorry to break up the relentless flirting, but we still have work to do," Alex interrupted them. "Hvitserk, if you're sure Ivar won't disown me for letting you stay, we definitely could use the extra help."

"I'm sure. Where do you want me, boss?" Alex rolled his eyes and put him and you to work but not before giving you very specific instructions to watch out for him, while he went to the back for more bottles of alcohol.

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The night was finally winding down. It had been almost two hours since Ivar had came in demanding answers from Alex and the place was thinning out. You had checked in on Ivar a few times and he'd just smiled and waved you off. Alex had sent you and Hvitserk to close off a section of the bar and begin having people move to the other side of the bar.

Alex was behind the bar, throwing out empty bottles. He was smiling at the success the evening had been. He'd just had the DJ do a last call and was happy that they'd be closing soon. He was more tired than he'd expected to be.

One of the bartenders alerted Alex that the office door was open so Alex told her, "I bet someone thought it was a bathroom. I'll be right back." He needed to go check that everything was ok with Ivar and to close the door back.

To his surprise, just as he got to the end of the bar, he ran straight into Ivar. It was like colliding with a brick wall. He'd forgotten just what a muscular body Ivar had. He wasn't sure how in the hell he'd forgotten but this was a nice, shocking reminder. "Oh, um, hey. I, uh, I was just headed to check on you."

"What for?" Ivar's voice was cold, but he was definitely sober now. Staring, his eyes piercing through Alex's, he asked, "If everything is over before it even began, then why bother?"

Alex felt sweat beads on his forehead. He looked up at Ivar and blushed when he saw just how sexy Ivar looked, even with his anger directed at him. "Ivar, umm, it..."

Ivar interrupted him before he could finish, "It wasn't over at all, was it?" He walked closer to Alex, pushing Alex backwards against the wall. He placed his left hand on the wall beside Alex's head. Alex panicked, not having a clue what was coming next. "And it still isn't over." He placed his right hand on Alex's cheek. Before Alex could say a word, he leaned in, pressing his body against Alex's, breathing heavily into Alex's stunned face and grazed his lips against Alex's, just lightly kissing him. He slowly pulled away and looked at Alex for reassurance. Alex's face was shocked but his lips were still puckered up and slightly parted, clearly waiting for more, as he leaned toward Ivar, chasing the kiss.

Alex was in a complete daze. Ivar leaned in again and tenderly kissed Alex on his lips once more, his heart racing, his chest heaving, his feelings undeniable. He kissed Alex as if it were the first time and the last time. As their lips pressed together heatedly, he couldn't get enough of this feeling that surged through his veins, this feeling of contentment, of overjoy. He held Alex's face between his hands as they became completely lost in eachother. They were the only ones in the room, hell, in the world. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, just the two of them and this loving, sensual kiss shared between them.

That is, until the clapping they heard from behind them. Ivar slowly pulled away from Alex and looked around, stunned. Several staff members and even a few guests were clapping and whistling and making cat calls. Alex immediately blushed, feeling the heat rushing to his face.

A little embarrassed, Ivar dropped his head. He looked back at Alex and then decided to make the best of it. He turned back to everyone and bowed before them and said, "'Thank you. Thank you, guys. Now, the show's over." He leaned back, laughing and a few people clapped again before going on about their business.

He grabbed Alex's hands and turned to look him straight in the eyes. Ivar then said to him, "Umm, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so umm, well, forward here in front of everyone but I couldn't help myself. I'm scared as hell to want you, so, so scared, but here I am, wanting you more and more every day. And umm, I'm, umm, I'm even more scared to lose you. How I feel is undeniable, Alex, and I can't do this to myself anymore." His eyes began to water and he dropped his head. His palms were sweaty. The anticipation of what Alex's response would be was almost too much to bear.

Squeezing Ivar's hands, Alex stared at Ivar in complete disbelief. He hadn't expected any of this. He'd really thought that giving Ivar space had really been what he wanted and needed. He put two fingers under Ivar's chin and pulled his head up to face him. "Hey, my feelings are actually undeniable, too, Ivar."

Alex felt a sense of relief run all through his body. He leaned to Ivar and closing the small gap between them, kissed him back quickly and then pulled away from him almost just as quickly as it had began. "Will you come back to my place when we're finished here so we can really talk? Just the two of us? And no interruptions. We have an audience here and I'd really rather talk when it's just the two of us." He then looked over Ivar's shoulders. "That is if Y/N can keep an eye on Hvitserk for you. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Look," and he pointed across the bar, behind Ivar.

When Ivar turned around, he saw you and Hvitserk on the other side of the bar, making out. He laughed and turned back to Alex, "He's always in competition with me." Alex laughed. "Yes, Alex, I'd really like to talk with you more when we're finished here. We have lots to discuss, I guess, huh?"

"Great! Guess I should get to work then," Alex finally exhaled. He hadn't realized that he'd pretty much been holding his breath, maybe for the last two weeks even. He didn't know what would happen, but he felt better than he'd felt since that weekend at your place.

"Ok, where do you need me?" Ivar asked and Alex put him to work out on the floor as he went back to working behind the bar.

The bartender who he'd spoken to earlier smiled at him. "What?" Alex asked her.

"Umm, nothing."

"That's not nothing. What are you all smiles about?"

"Umm, well, it's about time," she answered.

"That?" Alex really had no idea what she meant.

"Well, we've all been watching you two for some time now. We knew it was just a matter of time before the two of you got together. And I, personally, am glad."

Completely shocked, Alex asked her, "What? Are you serious? Is that what the clapping was all about?"

"Yes!"

"How did you all even know?" He was extremely surprised.

"Can I speak freely?"

"Of course," he answered her, placing the glasses back in their spot.

"Well, I think, literally, everyone knew except for the two of you, of course. Just the way you guys treat each other and speak to each other. True relationship goals, ya know? It's rather sweet. And since I know you both so well, it makes me very happy. The two of you deserve it," she patted him on the back. "So, do whatever you need to make it work. Something tells me you won't regret it, Alex."

Alex let that soak in as he finished up behind the bar. Had they been that obvious? Seemed like nearly everyone around them had noticed except for themselves. Apparently, neither of them were particularly good at hiding their emotions. He smiled to himself as he thought of it all and continued cleaning.

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They were finally in the car ride back to Alex's place. You had all too eagerly agreed to see to it that Hvitserk got home safely and all but jumped on Alex and Ivar for suggesting it.

The event had went well. The couple had thanked Alex and Ivar and said they were putting in a word for them with some of their well known associates. Only good things could come from this evening and it certainly called for a celebration.

Although, the Uber ride to Alex's was kind of quiet. Alex looked over and watched Ivar looking out the window and wondered what he was thinking. He tried not to be a paranoid idiot but he couldn't help it. What if he was having second thoughts about everything? What if the staff in the bar had embarrassed him and he realized this was something he couldn't do? Alex knew Y/N had been right about the need for them to defend anything that may happen between them. Maybe it would be too much for Ivar. He wanted to ask him about it but he didn't want to begin a conversation like that in the Uber.

As if instinctively knowing what was going through Alex's mind, or maybe just from feeling him stare, Ivar looked over to Alex. He saw the concerned look on Alex's face and just placed his hand on top of Alex's, that was sitting in the seat between them, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He sweetly smiled at Alex and said, "We've come a long way umm, since that first night, umm, that we opened the bar, Alex. I'm so happy where we've ended up so far and umm, extremely excited to see what happens from here." He winked at Alex and Alex couldn't help but smile with relief.

Well, that was obviously nothing to do with the bar and everything to do with their current situation. Alex took a mental note to try to stop expecting the worst. He knew it would be a challenge but he also knew he just needed to let go of his fears.

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Once they were inside Alex's place, he kicked his shoes off at the door and headed to the kitchen. "Hey, would you like beer, wine, or liquor? I think we've earned ourselves a celebration, don't you?"

Ivar loved that he still felt so welcomed as he took his jacket off and hung it up by the door. "I'll take a beer," he answered, following behind Alex. "And did my pig of a brother eat all of that pizza last night or do you still have some? I'm actually a little hungry."

"There's definitely still pizza. I'm not sure why Y/N ordered so much for just two of us but I guess it's a good thing she did because I'm kind of hungry, too," Alex answered, pulling the pizza and two beers from the refrigerator. "Help yourself. You know where the plates and everything are. I have got to go take a shower before I can feel comfortable enough to eat or even talk at this point."

Ivar looked at him, smiling. "What?" Alex asked him.

"Nothing. Umm, I'm just glad it's still the same with us," Ivar blushed a little.

"I'd have it no other way, Ivar. And umm, if you want a shower when I'm done, you're more than welcomed."

"Aww, you mean I have to wait for you to finish first?" Ivar flirted. Alex gave him a serious look that said now wasn't the time to be naughty. Ivar coughed and straightened up, "I'm umm, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, man."

"It's ok. I'm not uncomfortable. I umm, I just feel like we really need to have that talk. I'll be back. Please, make yourself at home."

As Ivar set about warming his pizza, he thought about the conversation they desperately needed to have. His palms were sweaty and his heart was racing. For a moment, he felt more nervous about this than he had about being intimate with Alex and he knew that definitely said a lot. However, he knew he could do it. He had to get everything out in the open and off of his chest.

Ivar went ahead and warmed up Alex's food, too, and set their plates on the table. He got himself another beer and went to put some music on in the living room. The silence was deafening to him right now.

Just as he was finishing his second beer, Alex came through in sweats and a white t-shirt. As Ivar looked over to him, he realized just how much he liked this look on Alex. "Hey, I've already got your plate here at the table with mine. Come eat."

Alex looked at Ivar's still very full plate. He asked, as he sat down with him, "Why haven't you eaten your food yet?"

"Well, I knew you wouldn't be too long so I just figured I'd wait for you." Ivar warmly smiled.

They ate and talked about the after party and all the highlights of the evening. They discussed Y/N and Hvitserk and laughed at how into you he seemed to be. They laughed and drank and talked a little about almost everything. Everything except for the one thing they needed to. It seemed the elephant in the room couldn't get any bigger.

Alex stood up to take the plates to the sink and Ivar stopped him. "I've got this. You've already worked too hard tonight."Alex gave him a curious look. "Don't look at me like that. Go. Go get comfortable on the sofa and rest your feet. I said I've got this."

Holding his hands up in mocked defeat, Alex played, "Ok, ok. You've got it. I understand. And Ivar, thank you."

Alex went to the sofa as instructed and waited for Ivar to join him, mind wandering out of control.

Moments later, Ivar sat down beside Alex with two more beers. Handing one to Alex, he smiled softly. They sat there in silence for a few minutes with nothing but soft music playing in the background.

Alex felt nervous and glanced over at Ivar only to find him nervously glancing back at him. At the same time, they both began to speak.

"Alex,"

"Ivar,"

Simultaneously saying each other's name, they laughed. "Do you mind if I go first, Alex? I really need to say what's eating away at me. Umm, before I lose my nerve."

Alex gestured to Ivar, "The floor's all yours."

Alex shifting in his seat, Ivar's voice small, Ivar began, as he looked straight into Alex's eyes. "Alex, I know I already said this, but I am truly sorry for hurting you. It really wasn't my intentions. That night," he dropped his head and swallowed thickly. Clearing his throat and looking back at Alex, he continued, "That night at Y/N's everything took me by surprise. You've always meant the world to me so I never thought anything about it. And when you first touched me," Ivar coughed, "I felt a surge of emotions. And umm, I decided to listen to Y/N. She was right. As soon as I got out of my head, she was right. But Alex, I certainly wasn't expecting everything else." He stopped, trying to gather his thoughts to be sure he expressed himself the way he wanted to.

Alex felt uncertain of where this was going but he sat back and waited, giving Ivar the time he needed. It was worth it. Ivar was worth it.

Ivar sighed and began again. "Forgive me, Alex. I just don't want to fuck this up. I, umm, I was so confused. I've been with other people before. You know this. Even with women who meant a lot to me. But you and I, we connected on a level that I've never experienced before in my life. Sure, the sex was amazing," he blushed, and sweat beads began to form on his forehead, "But I never expected the emotions that came along with it. It confused me. It scared me. It..." he was cut off.

Alex interrupted him, "It's ok, Ivar. You don't have to..."

Ivar reached up and gently placed his finger over Alex's mouth. "Shhh," he smiled. He scooted closer to Alex and grabbed both of his hands and held them in his lap, rubbing his thumbs over the back of them. Alex's heart rate sped up so quickly, he was sure Ivar could feel it in his hands. "It terrified me, Alex, and I'm still terrified but, umm, now I know why. I-I'm terrified to actually love someone this much, much more than I've ever loved anyone else before, and there be the possibility that the feelings are not mutual."

He placed his hand on Alex's cheek as a single tear ran down it that he caught and wiped away. "I'm terrified of what it means to give myself to you wholeheartedly, heart, mind, body, and soul, and maybe be rejected in return. I'm terrified to love you, Alex, and the possibility of losing you over it, but, umm, Alex," he slid closer to Alex on the sofa and leaned in closer to his face and held it between both of his hands, staring deeply into his eyes, "I'm even more terrified of walking out that door without ever trying to give us a shot, without ever telling you how I feel. Because that's just it. I love you, Alex. I'm in love with you. I know that now. My feelings for you are undeniable. I love you, and I've always loved you. I want to shout it from the rooftops! I can't hide it any longer. I have never felt like this about anyone else in my life before, Love. When I'm with you I feel like I'm whole, like that empty, black hole in my heart is finally full. I've never known love this pure before, Alex. I want to share my everything with you!"

Ivar was trembling all over. He couldn't remember another time when he'd been this completely scared to his core or this vulnerable to another. He was a ball of emotions as a tear began to roll down his cheeks.

Alex sat in silence for a moment, trying to take it all in. He was in a daze and completely stunned at Ivar's admission. This was intense and probably even more intimate than he and Ivar had been yet. He knew just how big this was for him, for them. He worried his heart would burst from his chest before he could could even say anything. He tried to gather his thoughts and make some coherent response. He stared blankly at Ivar, missing the panic as it stretched across Ivar's face.

Ivar took his silence as rejection and began to pull away from Alex immediately, his heart beginning to crumble. "Oh. Umm," he dropped his hands from Alex's face and his body stiffened, "Alex, I'm umm, fuck, I-I'm sorry. I'll umm, I'll go..."

Just then, it registered with Alex what Ivar thought was happening. As Ivar's eyes began to water up even more, Alex placed his hands on either side of his face and pulled him to him. His soft lips reaching Ivar's, his kiss cut Ivar off in mid sentence. He tenderly kissed Ivar, it taking a moment for Ivar to catch up to what was happening and kiss him back. Alex's hands quickly wrapped around Ivar's shoulders, and he held him tightly as he pulled away from their kiss and buried his face in Ivar's neck.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing Ivar in, before pulling away and facing him. He saw Ivar's worried look and said, "Ivar, you don't know how relieved I am." He moved a strand of Ivar's hair away from his face. "Ivar, umm, I-I am in love with you, too. I love you more than anything in this world," he smiled warmly. "And umm," Alex dropped his head as he felt the blush color his face, "I've known it for quite some time."

Ivar was just as stunned as Alex had been. His heart swelled in his chest and bubbled over into tears that steady streamed down his face. He tried to catch his breath as he spoke, "Alex, oh my God. Alex, I never knew. Are we really this fucking lucky?" He cupped Alex's cheek in complete disbelief and smiled through his tears, finally taking a deep breath. "I can't remember the last time I was this fucking happy. I have been so fucking scared I was going to lose you over this."

He pulled Alex in for a tight hug and they could feel the hard thumping of their combined heartbeat. They sat, reveling in eachother's arms for several minutes before Alex finally spoke.

Alex laughed and said, "We've really tortured eachother these last two weeks, huh?"

Ivar broke their embrace and looked Alex in the eyes and said, "Alex, promise me that whatever happens from here on out, wherever we end up, we will always be honest to eachother about everything. We're going to have big enough issues defending our love fron the very beginning so as long as we have open communication, that's one less thing to worry about." Alex smiled at him with pride.

"Oh wait. Fuck! I'm sorry, Alex. I just automatically assumed that we'd be together after all of this. I realize I should ask you how you feel about any of that. So," Ivar combed through his hair nervously with his hand, "Where does this leave us? What's next for us?" Ivar was still so nervous. This seriously was all so new.

Alex smiled at him. "Ivar, I am all yours. I love you, and I want nothing more than to be with you. Officially. That is, if you'll have me." Alex couldn't help the singe of fear that coursed through his veins. He knew what Ivar had just told him but it almost seemed too good to be true. He was still insanely scared.

Ivar's smile stretched widely across his face, "Of course I want to be with you, too! 'If I'll have you,' " he mocked Alex, "Are you serious? I'll happily "have" you," he gave his devilish grin, "In every way possible, Alex."

Alex blushed but leaned in to kiss Ivar again. Just as he deepened the kiss, Ivar pulled away from him. "Umm, Alex? This is going to sound kind of twisted coming from me, I know, but.."

Alex interrupted him, "I like you twisted, preferably twisted naked between my sheets," he gave a mischievous smile.

Ivar couldn't help but smile back at that. "I'm serious, Alex. I-I umm, I feel like maybe we should take things a little slow."

Alex gave Ivar a gentle kiss on his forehead before pulling away to rest his forehead on Ivar's. "What worries you, Ivar? We've already went all the way. We know we connect in the bedroom as well. Am I missing something?" He tried not to panic before hearing Ivar's reasoning but it was definitely easier said than done.

"Well," Ivar began, "It's not necessarily that I'm worried. I can't even believe I'm going to say this, but umm, I just want to be sure that everything isn't based solely on sex. We have so many new aspects of our relationship to explore and develop and I want to build our emotional connection as well as the physical one. You see the best in me and I want to give you my very best."

Ivar gently placed his hand on Alex's cheek and Alex could feel his warm hand trembling. "I need you to know that I have never had that kind of sexual experience before. And I don't just mean by being with a man, Alex," he grinned. "I've never felt so connected on such a deep level, especially not during sex. It was quite intense and some of the best sex I've ever had." He felt himself blushing but continued, "And Alex, I want that to be the same in other aspects of our relationship, too. I want to spend my days doing nothing but making you happy and showing you how much I truly, deeply love you."

Ivar looked at Alex for understanding and followed up, "I just wanted to be sure you know this has nothing to do with our sex not being fulfilling because it is, more than words can properly explain. I just want to also express my love for you in other ways as well and think we should just take our time."

This was a first for Ivar. He shocked himself at just how true this feeling was and even more that he was so openly and honestly telling Alex, but this was the very reason he wanted to be with Alex. He knew he wouldn't be judged for being so honest. For one of the very few times in his life, sex wasn't the priority and this was why he knew that this immense feeling was real.

Alex grabbed Ivar's hand, still pressed against his cheek, and pulled it to his mouth. He gently kissed the back of it before looking back at Ivar. "And this, my dearest Ivar, is exactly why I love you so. You always look out for me, for us. You just want what's best for us and I appreciate that. Of course, I'm ok taking things slow," he felt his heart was going to explode out of his chest. "However, it may be a little difficult sometimes," he said as his eyes quickly scanned over Ivar's hard body, "Because, damn! Look at you," he gave his best flirty smile. He hadn't been ready for Ivar to say all of this and he'd be lieing if he said he wasn't blown away by it. He leaned over, hugged Ivar, and kissed him on his cheek.

Ivar felt better having said everything he needed to. He was still in disbelief that this was real. He looked at Alex, who was still smiling from ear to ear even though he still had a look of worry on his face. "So? What's that concered look on your face, still?"

As Alex pulled away, he answered him, "Ivar, I do have a question. What about your mom? And what about everything with Hvitserk? That's why I stopped everything last night. Your mom was clearly way too perceptive and was not happy about what she suspected. I know you have a lot of responsibility right now with your family, and I understand that. I just don't want to make things even harder on you, Ivar. I'd hate for you to resent me."

Giving a gentle, sweet smile, Ivar began, "Alex, that's so sweet of you but please, don't worry about my mom. When she sees how happy I am with you, she'll be fine with it. It may take her a minute to adjust but she honestly just wants her boys to be happy. And for whatever reason, if she can't accept you as my choice, then she'll quickly realize how serious I am about you because I definitely won't lose you over her prejudices. This is my life and she'll have to accept that. Don't worry."

Alex's eyes widened at Ivar's words. He was a bit surprised but he'd be lying if he didn't admit that he was really relieved. "What about Hvitserk, Ivar? I know he needs you right now."

"Hvitserk is the reason I got my nerve to come to the club tonight. He understands and just wants me to be happy. His problem is controllable and he will probably stay with me for a while even once mom returns home. He needs to make new friends and stay away from those losers back home. He will be ok, Alex. It's just, being with mom makes him a little crazy. I'm sure you can see why," Ivar laughed. "Being here will be good for him. Don't worry about him. I promise I could never resent you." Ivar smiled sincerely. He could hear Alex's sigh of relief. "So? What next?"

Alex grabbed the TV control from the table, "I was tired, but now I'm wide awake. If you're not sleepy yet, how about a little Netflix and chill? Do you need another beer?"

Ivar smiled with pride, happy to see their relationship was otherwise the same as always, "No, I'm good with this one still."

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Alex settled on the sofa, and they found a good movie to watch. Ivar looked over to him and decided to move closer. He rested his head on Alex's shoulder and looked up at him, "Is this ok?" he asked.

"Of course it is," Alex responded, kissing Ivar on top of his head and his arm coming to rest around Ivar's shoulders. Holding him snug, they cuddled together in front of the TV.

They began watching the movie, and it all just felt so natural for them to be together this way.

As he felt Ivar's breath against his his chest and Ivar's muscles beneath his shirt as he gently rubbed his back, Alex was a little too distracted to really pay much attention to the movie, but he didn't say anything. The feeling was nice.

After a few minutes, Ivar looked up to Alex, smiled sweetly, and just stared.

"What? Do I have food on my face or something?" Alex laughed.

"No," Ivar laughed, "It's nothing. I-I'm just happy," he smiled a smile that melted Alex's heart.

Alex couldn't resist that smile and placed his left hand under Ivar's chin and pulled his face up some toward him and leaned down, and kissed him. It was a gentle, quick kiss, and he pulled away from Ivar.

Ivar felt a little dizzy as if he'd been spinning in circles. He sat up beside Alex and looked over to him, his heartbeat quickening. Alex looked back at him, "Seriously, what is it? What?"

Ivar leaned over Alex's body and, with his right hand, pulled Alex's face closer to him and kissed him back passionately. It was slow at first but rapidly changed to a more heated kiss, his hands roaming down Alex's chest.

Reluctantly, Alex pulled away from him. "Hey, as much as I love this, I think we need to stop. I want to respect your wishes, Ivar, and I'm not so sure I can if you continue kissing me like that."

Feeling heat surge through his body, Alex straightened up and sat back on the sofa a little futher away from Ivar so he could catch his breath, desperately trying to ignore how he was feeling. "Umm, what is this movie even about again?" he nervously laughed.

Ivar sat there in his thoughts for a moment. He looked over at Alex, who was fumbling with the remote control. The more he watched him, the more he was sure of his next actions.

He slid over on the sofa closer to Alex yet again. Alex looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, trying not to be affected by his proximity.

"Oh, fuck this!" Ivar practically cried out. He leaned over to Alex and grabbed him with both hands, pulling him so close that he could feel the heat radiating from Alex's skin. Ivar's heart raced with anticipation as he quickly picked Alex up before Alex even knew what was happening, and swiftly sat him in his own lap so that Alex was straddling him and facing him

Alex's eyes widened as he was completely caught off guard by Ivar's strength. "What the..." and before he could finish his sentence, Ivar's lips crashed into his, his hand going to the back if Alex's neck and holding him firmly. They embraced as the kiss intensified, Ivar's arm wrapping tightly around Alex's waist.

Alex broke the kiss and leaned away from Ivar. Confused, he brought his hand to Ivar's cheek and began, "Ivar, I thought you said you wanted to take things slowly. I can't be with you this way and not want more. You.. umm, you're just too much for me to resist." Feeling defeated, he looked down.

Ivar looked up at him, catching his eye again, and flashed his devilish grin. "Good!" he laughed. "I can't resist you, either, love. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking saying we should take things slowly. Fuck that! I want you. Now." His eyes had an almost pleading look in them as he waited for Alex's response.

Excitedly, Alex grinned, "Then, take me. I'm all yours."

Ivar didn't hesitate for another moment. He grabbed Alex on his hips and squeezed. His hands then slowly traveled up Alex's sides and back to his waist, giving him goosebumps. He slipped his hands just under Alex's shirt and marveled for a moment at Alex's hard, muscular chest as his hands explored it. "Damn, Alex. You have so many muscles. I want to count them."

Alex looked down at him quizzically. Ivar smiled and answered his questioning look, "With my tongue."

Alex dropped his head backward, laughing but quickly stopped and looked back to Ivar as he felt Ivar lift his shirt up. Leaning forward, Ivar placed his hot, wet lips on Alex's stomach, just beside his navel, and began to softly kiss him. Alex felt buttflies doing somersaults with each kiss from Ivar's moist lips.

Looking up at Alex, into his eyes, Ivar pushed his shirt up higher and trailed his tongue slowly up Alex's chest behind his shirt, all the while, never losing their eye contact. "Damn, I lost count of your muscles. I'm not very good at math. Guess I'll have to try again."

"Oh fuck!" Alex placed both of his hands on Ivar's head and intertwined his fingers in his hair. He gave a little tug and Ivar bit him on his nipple. Alex moaned out in erotic pleasure.

In his most sultry voice, Ivar said, "That's it, love. Let me know you like it."

"You've ruined me. I was a good boy," Alex panted, "That is before we started all this."

Ivar pulled his mouth slightly away from Alex's skin. "Oh? I can stop then," he teased.

"No the fuck you can't!"

Ivar nodded, "That's what I thought." He yanked Alex's t-shirt up and completely off of him and dropped it in the floor as Alex shivered. "Now, where were we?"

Once again, Ivar began tracing Alex's muscles with his tongue. He looked up at Alex who was struggling to sit still in his lap. He grabbed him by his waist and held him tightly as Alex moaned. Ivar pulled Alex until he was leaning over him, his chest heaving, and he began kissing Alex's collarbone up to his neck. As he gave a gentle nibble, he felt Alex's entire body jolt in his hands. "Fuck! Take me, Ivar!" Alex panted. "You're driving me crazy. I.. fuck, I want you so badly. Now!"

Alex began to untie his sweats and Ivar removed his mouth from his neck and placed his hand over Alex's, stopping him. "No, not here, love." Alex looked at him, confused. "Hold onto me," Ivar began to slide forward to the edge of the sofa and Alex wrapped his arms tightly around him, not sure what Ivar was doing. Ivar placed his hands under Alex and before Alex knew what was even happening, Ivar stood up.

"Oh hell!" Alex exclaimed, his heart beating harder from the excitement and his legs interlocking around Ivar's hips. Ivar smiled and began to take a step. "You sure I'm not too heavy? You, you don't need me to walk?"

Ivar flashed his devious smile, "Where's the fun in that?" Alex gulped and before he knew it, Ivar slammed him against the living room wall that was behind them.

"Holy shit!" Alex gasped.

Still holding onto Alex tightly, Ivar pressed his body against Alex's and his lips ghosted over Alex's mouth, breathing him in. Ivar signed in enjoyment. Alex's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his back arched. Ivar began kissing up his neck again, sending chills all over Alex's body. Alex pulled Ivar's shirt up and gently caressed his hard body, reveling in the feel of it.

Ivar slowly made his way to Alex's mouth and sucked Alex's tongue into his own mouth as Alex whimpered. The kiss took his breath away. Somehow, everything felt different than the last time, more passionate, more intimate and Alex was taken back at this realization. He wasn't quite sure what it was or why, but he was enjoying every second of it.

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With his hands still tightly on Alex's ass, Ivar broke their kiss, nearly out of breath. "As much as I'm enjoying my hands full of ass here, I need to touch you. Are you holding onto me tightly enough?"

Alex studdered, "I..Ivar, this really isn't necessary. I, umm, I can walk."

"Shut up and hold on!" IvaYr demanded. With Alex still in his arms, Ivar swiftly pulled Alex off of the wall and began to walk with ease again, headed toward Alex's room. Alex eyes widened. He was blown away by Ivar's strength. He always knew he was strong, but this was insane.

As Ivar approached Alex's bed, he leaned over it and laid Alex down with a thud. Alex looked up at him in dismay and Ivar grinned down at him. "Sorry," he nearly whispered. He hovered over Alex for a few moments, looking him deeply in his eyes but saying nothing. Alex began to squirm with anticipation and swallowed loudly. Ivar leaned back and told him, "I.. umm, I'm sorry, Alex. I need to use your restroom. Don't move. I'll be right back."

This was perfect for Alex. You had given him some of your muscle relaxing, dilating tablets that they'd used at your place, saying how he'd need them more than you and now he was certainly glad for it. He quickly crawled up his bed to his night stand and grabbed them from the drawer and the bottle of water he had sitting there from the night before and took some. He was a little surprised at how nervous he felt but his excitement was much stronger. He then laid back against pillows propped on his headboard and impatiently waited for Ivar to return.

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With both hands on each side of the bathroom sink, Ivar leaned forward and looked at himself in the mirror. What the fuck was wrong? He couldn't figure out what was going on or why his nerves were suddenly so shot. Turning the faucet on, he splashed cold water in his face and rubbed his hands over it. "Get a fucking grip, dumbass!" he said to himself, "It's just Alex."

Ivar walked back into Alex's bedroom where he saw Alex waiting on the bed, shirtless, still, and quite beautiful. He gulped as Alex looked up at him with his bedroom eyes and patted the bed beside him. "You planning on joining me or are you just going to stand there? You like what you see?" Alex flirted and smiled widely.

Ivar swallowed, "Obviously." He crawled up the bed to Ivar's side and laid beside him. His voice shaking, "I.. umm, I love you." His heart was pounding.

Alex turned to his left, facing Ivar. He moved his right arm across Ivar's body and cupped his cheek. "And I," he smiled, "Love you." He straddled Ivar and Ivar's eyes widened. Alex leaned down to kiss him while his hands found their way to the bottom of Ivar's shirt. As Alex leaned away from him, he pulled Ivar's shirt up and over his head. "We won't be needing this." He threw it somewhere behind him.

Ivar nervously smiled and placed his hands on Alex's hips. Alex looked him directly in the eyes, "It's ok. Calm down. It's just me." Ivar felt his face blush, surprised Alex had sensed his nervousness but almost relieved.

Alex leaned down and began kissing Ivar's neck. He trailed wet kisses down his neck and to his collarbone as his hands ran over his firm chest muscles.

Ivar's breathing picked up and Alex smiled as he continued with his gentle pecks. As he began kissing his chest, Ivar's hands started rubbing Alex's back.

Alex started to undo Ivar's pants as he looked up at Ivar. He saw the stressed look across his face and sat up, moving his hands away. "Hey, did you change your mind? We don't have to do this, ya know. I wont be upset."

Ivar grabbed his hands and held them. "No, that's not it. I.. I want this. I wa..want you."

"Then what is it, Ivar? Talk to me. I don't want to do anything you have seconds thoughts about." Alex's concern outweighed his desire.

"Fuck! I don't know. I just, umm, I'm nervous."

Alex smiled, "With me? Why? We know this is good." He motioned between them, "Really good, remember?" he sheepishly smiled again.

"It's just, do you know how long it's been since I've been with someone that I was in love with, Alex?"

Alex couldn't help but smile at how sweet he found Ivar's concern. Always wanting to please. He remembered how very different it was seeing this vulnerable side of Ivar and his smile softened and widened even more. Then he saw the seriousness in Ivar's eyes and tried to comfort him. Rubbing his hands, that Ivar still had in Alex's, he answered,"Yes, Ivar. It's been two weeks," and he winked.

Ivar actually smiled at this. He hadn't thought of it like that. It's just that he felt so intimidated. "I-I'm just worried that I, I'm gonna fuck it all up." He ran his hand over his face as he sighed.

Alex placed his hand over Ivar's heart. "Look. This is all that matters. The only way you can fuck this up is if you fuck me and leave me," Alex grimaced. "And you're stuck with me now. I'm not letting you leave me again. You are what matters. Not the sex. If you want to wait, we can. If you want to continue, we can. But Ivar, if we continue, you have to get out of your head. Stop worrying. My feelings for you will never change based on the quality or volume of sex we have. Or don't," Alex smiled sweetly at him, hoping he'd eased some of his worry.

"I'm sorry, love. I, umm, I guess I just needed reassurance. This is just too fucking good to be true." Alex couldn't believe how nervous Ivar was. He squeezed his hands and brought them to his mouth, kissing his knuckles.

As Ivar looked up into Alex's beautiful face, he felt his heart skip a beat. This beautiful creature sitting in his lap was actually in love with him. What had he done to deserve such an amazing person? As his eyes followed the shape of Alex's body, the definition of his chest and arm muscles, the warm smile on his face, the love he held in his eyes, his hesitation slowly began to disappear and his nervousness somewhat subsided. He knew it would still be there in the back of his mind but he was determined to ignore the small voice in his head telling him he wasn't good enough. He loved this man. He wanted this man. And he was going to show him just how much.

Just as Alex began to say something, Ivar sat straight up so he could reach Alex's lips. He put his arms underneath Alex's armpits, pulling him closer, and grabbed Alex's head from behind. Pushing his face closer, he planted a hungry kiss on Alex's mouth, sucking his lips and entering his tongue to, again, play chase with Alex's. As the moment grew more intense, Ivar couldn't believe he'd even been so worried. This is right where he was meant to be.

His courage growing, Ivar quickly turned, still holding Alex tightly against himself, and rolled Alex over onto his back, falling roughly halfway beside Alex and halfway on top of him.

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Words escaped Alex's lips as Ivar leaned over him and gently kissed him but he quickly pulled away as panic spread across his face. "Alex!" his voice cracked, "We can't do this! It's way too soon to do this without any of those tablets of Y/N's! Oh fuck! It will not be pleasant for you at all, love."

Alex laughed, pulling Ivar back to his mouth and kissed him as Ivar pulled away again. "Alex, seriously. We can't make..."

Alex placed his finger over Ivar's mouth. "Calm down, you fucking protective sweetheart!" Alex grinned, his heart bubbling over with joy at Ivar's thoughtfulness. "It's ok. Y/N gave them to me the other night! I already took them when you went to the bathroom earlier. I also have plenty of lube." He felt Ivar instantly relax.

"Aww, thank fuck," Ivar looked relieved. "You should have started with that. Next time start with that. Fuck!" He wiped the sweat from his brow, "So when will you be, umm, ready?" he shyly asked, blushing again.

Alex smiled, "I already am!"

With a smile on his face, Ivar leaned down and began softly kissing Alex on his neck. It was as if Ivar's soft lips were massaging his skin that literally felt like it was on fire, and his tongue was savoring the taste of him with every painfully slow lick.

As Ivar's wet, erotic kisses slowly traveled down to Alex's chest, he looked up to Alex and their eyes locked in a steamy hot gaze of desire. Alex felt his heart began to race as Ivar's kisses trailed lower and lower over his torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Ivar placed his right hand gently on Alex's chest as just his fingertips ghosted over his hot skin. His touch was electric. Never breaking their gaze, he slowly, barely, rubbed Alex's abdomen up and down while holding his weight on his left arm and continuing with his kisses.

Alex's hands combed through Ivar's hair as one grabbed a handful and gently tugged, and the other found Ivar's shoulders and squeezed. Ivar smiled into Alex's chest as he continued lower.

As Ivar reached Alex's waist, he grabbed the drawstring to Alex's sweats with his teeth and held it in his mouth. Alex loudly gulped. Ivar began to pull the drawstring until he untied the sweats. Smiling from ear to ear, he looked up at Alex. Winking, he asked, "Do you still want me, love?"

Alex's heart began to pound and between his heavy panting, he answered, "Fuck! That was so fucking hot! I have never wanted anything or anyone more."

Ivar quickly raised himself to his knees. With Alex lifting his body from the bed, Ivar slid Alex's sweats completely off of him and instantly dropped them to the floor, licking his lips.

Alex blushed as Ivar scanned his body with his eyes. His hands automatically went to cover himself, but Ivar caught them and laid them to either side of him on the bed. "That won't be necessary, love. Trust me when I say, I like what I see," Ivar smirked.

Intertwining his fingers with Alex's, he bent Alex's arms back so that his hands were beside his head. He slowly crawled over Alex's body, their eyes locked in a gaze of pure desire, as Alex's breathing began to speed up, and his hands in Ivar's grip squeezed tightly.

As Ivar hovered over Alex, his hand slowly trailed over Alex's chest, lightly and softly grazing him with his fingertips, igniting flames of passion all over every inch of Alex's body. As he reached Alex's stomach, he broke their enchanted kiss and whispered in his ear, "You're sure you still want to do this, right?" and he nibbled Alex's ear, sending chills down his spine.

He held Alex's hands there as he leaned down to kiss Alex. Alex felt as if he would melt into the bed as their lips met with a fiery passion. The way their tongues danced together, the sensation of their lips touching and caressing eachother, the warmth of their breath on one another, and the closeness of their bodies, skin on skin, made them become as one as they were lost in the moment, consumed by their heated passion. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, and absolutely nothing else mattered at this moment.

Alex moaned, "Of course! Absolutely!"

"You know the drill. You tell me if that changes."

Alex only nodded his head, unable to speak any longer. Every touch from Ivar's warm hands to Alex's hot body felt electric to Alex.

Ivar moved his hand further down until he finally reached Alex's already hard, throbing dick. Staring directly into Alex's eyes, he wrapped his warm hand around it and gently squeezed. He began pumping his fist up and down around it while watching Alex's eyes roll into the back of his head.

Alex whimpered when Ivar leaned back down and began kissing up his neck. Breathing heavily into Alex's ear, he asked, "Where's the lube, love?"

Alex pointed to the nightstand beside his bed. Ivar removed his hand and mouth from Alex and leaned over him to the nightstand. As he did, Alex rubbed his hands down Ivar's chest, admiring the feel, to his waist. He began to undo Ivar's pants while he leaned up and licked his collar bone. Ivar jolted, and Alex smiled. He nibbled on Ivar's shoulder and his plump lips, then kissed over the marks he left. Ivar hummed in delight.

Alex began sliding Ivar's pants down and as he reveled Ivar's ass, he grabbed his cheeks and squeezed before giving his ass a slap, sending chills over Ivar's body.

Ivar helped take his pants the rest of the way off, and suddenly, he felt nervous again. "I, umm, I want to make this perfect, Alex." He felt himself beginning to panic.

Alex placed his hands on each side of Ivar's face and looking him deeply in the eyes, said, "It already is, Ivar." He softly kissed Ivar and smiled as he pulled away from him, "Shhhh, stop worrying."

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Ivar gave Alex a pillow and nervously told him, "Facing me again, ok?"

Alex placed the pillow underneath himself and laid back again. "Definitely. I have to see you."

Grinning, Ivar sat back on his knees again, in front of Alex's widespread legs, and squeezed the lube into his hands. He coated himself with the lube, spreading it, very generously, all over his very hard cock. Looking at Alex, he gave himself very slow, tantalizing strokes as Alex whimpered.

Alex bit his bottom lip as he watched. He leaned up again and softly said to Ivar, "I want a taste." Not giving Ivar an opportunity to respond, he forcefully pushed him backwards and yanked his feet out from under him.

Ivar started to protest but as he opened his mouth to speak, Alex shoved two of his fingers into Ivar's mouth. Ivar's eyes widened but he began to suck them.

Alex flinched and leaned forward to face Ivar's cock. Wasting no time, he sucked the tip of Ivar's dick into his mouth. Ivar squeezed his eyes shut and his breathing began to pick up.

Alex twirled his tongue around Ivar as Ivar began to squirm. Then Alex took as much of him as he could into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down as his hand found the base of Ivar and started to pump up and down in sync with his mouth.

Ivar was completely consumed by the moment. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he lost track of where he even was, conscious only of Alex. He moaned in pleasure, only urging Alex on.

Alex glanced up at Ivar and was pleased to see what his work was doing to him. Gripping Ivar tighter with his hand, he let his tongue concentrate on the tip of him while his other hand began to lightly rub his side up and down.

The sensation of Alex's tongue and lips working their magic combined with his hands on Ivar's body was too much. Ivar jolted up and pushed Alex off of him. Startled, Alex's eyes widened and his hands grasped at Ivar but Ivar quickly pushed them beside them on the bed and held himself slightly above Alex. "Love, you still want me inside you? I can't fucking take anymore of that. It's too fucking hot," Ivar practically growled.

Alex bit his lip and shook his head yes. Ivar grabbed the lube and slowly squeezed it out and let it run down Alex's butt cheeks. He smiled widely as Alex jerked from the feeling. "You like that, humm?"

Ivar placed his hand on Alex and rubbed the lube all over his entrance as Alex squirmed. Even though he was still wet from Alex's mouth, he still put more lube in his hand and lathered himself up. Looking down at Alex's red face, he asked, "Are you ready, love?"

"Fuck, yes!"

Ivar positioned himself at Alex's tight opening as he leaned over his body. He could feel the heat radiating from Alex's skin and he smiled. He slowly pushed the tip of himself into Alex and waited a moment as Alex gulped and tried to adjust. "You ok?" Ivar, ever caring, asked.

"Yes," Alex answered, placing his hands up around Ivar's neck, as he stared deeply into his eyes, fluttering around Ivar's thickness.

Ivar slowly pushed himself deeper into Alex until he finally bottomed out. He remained still for a moment, gazing into Alex's loving eyes, still not believing this was real. He wanted it to be perfect for Alex so badly and wanted Alex to know, for sure, how he felt. Pushing his nerves aside as best he could, and trying to ignore what a wreck he was, he leaned down to quickly kiss Alex and then told him, "I will seriously never get tired of this."

Alex cupped his cheek and raised up a little, and kissed him back. "Neither will I," Alex panted.

Slowly, Ivar began to rock his hips, moving back and forth inside of Alex. He held himself up on his elbows, on each side of Alex, so not to crush him and looking down at him, asked, "Is this good with you, love?"

Alex's breathing sped up as he answered, "Oh my God! Yes!"

Ivar, remembering Alex's preference from the last time they were together, pulled back to almost exit Alex altogether and then began to slam back into him, but as he made eye contact again with Alex, he felt the need to take his time and savor the moment. He moved himself back into Alex slowly, passionately, their breathing increasing, their hearts pounding, and their desire for eachother growing even more. As Ivar reached as far as he could, with the flick of his hips, he thrusted into Alex one hard time. Alex moaned out, "Damn! Do that again!" and Ivar did, never losing eye contact, making everything even more sensual.

Lost completely in eachother, they began moving together in perfect harmony, their breathing almost in sync. They locked eyecontact and interlocked their fingers in eachother's hands, squeezing tightly. The closeness and rush of emotions they each felt as they explored eachother's body with eagerness was so intense, it was almost overwhelming. With their moans of pleasure echoing in the stillness of the night, flames of passion ignited every inch of their bodies like a wildfire burning hotter and hotter, their bodies fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces.

Ivar's long, slow thrusts into Alex were intoxicating and Alex could barely catch his breath. Alex broke their eye contact and pulled Ivar down to him and feverishly began kissing him as his hands got lost in Ivar's hair. The kiss was a long and languorous kiss that caused Ivar to jolt forward into Alex with another hard thrust. Alex whimpered into Ivar's mouth as they hungrily continued their kiss.

Skin on skin, becoming connected as one, the intensity of their passionate kiss increased. Sweat glistened over Ivar's body as his slow stroking up into Alex began to grow a bit faster and harder. Ivar's touch was electrifying on Alex's skin as he lightly trailed his fingers down Alex's side leaving goosebumps along the way.

Alex was trembling when Ivar's hand finally reached between them and found his hard, pulsating cock. Alex's heavy breathing led way to a muffled groan with the heat from Ivar's hand slowly stroking him in rhythm with his pelvis. Ivar kissed from Alex's lips to his jaw and slowly up his jawline to his ear. His voice small, "I love you," he whispered into Alex's ear and Alex thickly swallowed. Alex then wrapped his arms tightly under Ivar's arms, hands holding onto his shoulders. Using his hands on Ivar's shoulders for leverage, he thrusted into Ivar causing Ivar to moan in surprise, "Fuck!"

Alex did it a second time and Ivar dropped his head, nearly collapsing. Alex turned his head to Ivar's ear, "I love you, too."

Ivar was taken back. He couldn't remember ever exchanging those three words before during sex. As much as he'd thought he'd been in love before, now he thought maybe he hadn't been. He, at least, knew it had been absolutely nothing like this. He'd barely said it to his ex at all but definitely never like this. This was another first for him and he struggled to hold back the tears. He felt more vulnerable now than ever.

His movements slowed almost to a complete stop as he buried his face into Alex's neck. Alex, sensing the change, turned to Ivar. "Hey, hey. What's wrong, Ivar? What happened?" He rubbed his hair away from his face and kissed his cheek. "Hey, talk to me."

Still moving painfully slowly, Ivar raised his head up. Tear filled eyes stared back at Alex. "Oh, fuck! What is it? Are you ok? Look, we can stop," Alex panicked, trying to sit up and stop Ivar's movements.

"Shh, it's ok," he said softly, placing a finger over Alex's lips. "I'm just, umm, I'm happy, love. That's all. I promise. And that's as new to me as everything else." Alex looked deeply into Ivar's eyes for confirmation that he was being honest, but he could already tell he was. "Happiness, like this, is sincerely a new, new thing for me. I won't lie. I'm a wreck, Alex, but I'd really like to finish this if you still want to."

Alex was stunned. How could he tell this beautiful creature who was looking down at him so lovenly no? And so he didn't. "Of course, Ivar. I want to finish this with you. We can talk later." He pulled Ivar to him and kissed him again, barely stopping for air. He then pulled away from him and began to blush. "Umm, is there... uh, do you think..?" he stumbled over his words.

"What is it, love? What do you want?" Ivar asked, his voice dripping with concern.

"Ummm, well, do you think it's possible for me to umm, be... FUCK, on top?" Alex quickly covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his embarrassment.

The thought aroused Ivar even more and, removing Alex's hands from his face so he could see into his eyes, he shot him his devilish smile. "Oh, fuck yeah!" he gulped. "But it may be a little too painful for you."

"Umm, can we try?" Alex asked, all too eager.

"Of course." Ivar was so excited, he'd already forgotten about how tight his chest felt, all lost in his emotions. He decided to focus on the physical aspect of it all, knowing he could pick apart every one of his feelings later. He hadn't expected this emotional roller coaster but the excitement he felt now took over. He slowly pulled himself completely out of Alex as his heart rate increased rapidly and Alex moaned. He rolled over onto his back beside Alex. "I'm all yours, love." He flased his flirty smile once more.

Alex asked him to sit up and lay back against the headboard of the bed. Ivar did as requested. Alex grabbed the bottle of lube and and put more into his hand. As he gripped Ivar's hard dick and began to spread it all on him again, Ivar's head fell backwards, moans of pleasure exiting his mouth. Alex crawled into Ivar's lap and hovered his body over him. Looking at Ivar, he asked, "Are you ready for this?"

"Fuck yes, love! Just don't hurt yourself. I'll be ok if we have to stop."

Smiling, Alex answered, "Always putting me first. Thank you, babe." He leaned down and quickly kissed Ivar and then sat back up, lining himself up with Ivar as Ivar held himself in place.

Alex slowly began to sink down onto Ivar's now throbing cock. As the tip entered him, Ivar removed his hand and grabbed Alex by the hips, trying to help steady him. Alex moaned out, "Oh, fuck!"

"Take it easy, love," Ivar said, focusing only on Alex's reactions.

Alex slowly lowered himself more and more onto Ivar as Ivar patiently waited for Alex to be ready for movement. The tightness Ivar felt was almost too much for him and he wasn't sure how long he'd last this way but all he could think about was not hurting Alex.

The two were so hyper aware of the other's body and reactions that it was almost distracting. Alex asked, "Are you ok, Ivar? Do you need me to stop?"

"Oh, hell no! I'm good, love. Take your time," he smiled.

Alex finally sank all the way down onto Ivar, swallowing up Ivar's twitching cock. He wrapped his legs tightly around Ivar's hips, interlocking them behind him, bringing the two of them even closer. The intimacy Ivar felt was overpowering as he looked up and into Alex's eyes. He placed his hand on Alex's cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. His heart was pounding harder than it had all night as the kiss grew more heated. He wrapped his other arm around Alex and held him tightly as he panted into Alex's mouth.

Alex pulled slightly away, Ivar's lips chasing his. "Please stop me if I hurt you." Ivar only knodded.

Keeping his eyes locked in their gaze of passion, Alex slowly began to rock his body. He groaned unrecognizable words. Wrapping his arms around Ivar, they both now sat in a tight embrace as Alex's movements began to speed up a little.

Alex gulped and moaned with every movement. "Are you ok?" Ivar asked, willing to stop if needed.

"Yes. It's a good pain, remember?"

Ivar removed his right arm from their embrace, still holding Alex tightly with his left, and slowly trailed his hand up Alex's back and down his chest, sending chills all over Alex. Still looking him straight in the eyes, his hand found Alex's ever ready, hard cock and quickly wrapped tightly around him. He began to stroke him up and down as he leaned forward a little and kissed Alex's collarbone. Ivar's hand motions made the pain Alex felt subside into pleasure.

Alex felt heat spread throughout his body as he continued to move painfully slowly up and down on Ivar. The closeness and intimacy he felt looking into Ivar's eyes staring back at him in complete wonder was breathtaking. He knew he would never get enough of this intensity.

Ivar's heavy breathing sped up with each small movement of Alex's hips. Staring into Alex's eyes, still, he thrusted his hips forward, jolting upward and into Alex. Alex whimpered and Ivar did it again. Within seconds, the two found their rhythm and Ivar began fucking up into Alex as Alex rotated his hips seductively.

With every thrust from Ivar, sounds escaped Alex's mouth, echoing into the room. As Alex moved his hips in sync with Ivar's, their passion grew even more. Ivar's grip around Alex's waist and back held him tightly to him as his hand pounded up and down on him even harder. Their stare intensified, an unspoken agreement not to look away from eachother, and Alex, again, softly said, between pants, "I love you."

A tear rolled down Ivar's cheek and Alex caught it with his finger. He brought his finger to his lips and slowly licked the tear from his finger. Ivar gasped, his heart beating even faster than before, and he knew he couldn't handle this anymore.

Before Alex even knew what was happening, Ivar moved forward, held onto Alex even tighter, and quickly turned to his side, landing Alex on his back with himself hovering over him, still inside him. Alex's eyes widened as he gulped. "Did I hurt you? Are you ok?" Ivar asked him, concerned.

"I'm fine. You, you just shocked me. Damn, that was fucking hot," Alex whimpered as he responded.

Ivar leaned down and hungrily kissed Alex as he slowly began to move inside of Alex again. Trembling, he looked back into Alex's eyes again. As he slowly moved his hips, he brought his hand to his mouth and spit into it. Alex gasped at the sight as he shivered in anticipation.

Ivar's hand found Alex's hard dick again and wrapped tightly around him. The sensation of Ivar's wet palm sent chills down Alex's spine as Ivar began pumping him up and down again along with his stroking in and out of him.

Something about it, now, was slower, calmer, and way more intense than anything between them had been as of yet. Alex's heart rate sped up and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

As Ivar held Alex's gaze, every movement was more sensual than the one before. Alex's hands tangled in Ivar's hair and he pulled him closer. Ivar dropped his head to the nape of Alex's neck and he feathered kisses up it as Alex whimpered. When he reached Alex's ear, he softly bit it before raising his head back above Alex and once again, staring into his eyes

With every roll of his hips, pounding deeper into Alex, Alex's heart fluttered and his tight grip around Ivar vibrated causing Ivar to arch his back with his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Cum for me, love! I want to hear you yelling my name as you cum for me," Ivar's raspy voice commanded.

Clutching Ivar's shoulders, Alex began thrusting up into Ivar in sync with Ivar's movements, causing Ivar to groan out Alex's name in pure extasy. The two of them melted into eachother and as they moved together, lovenly, passionately. Ivar whispered, "I'm close, love. I need you to finish first."

Alex was already close to his release and as Ivar leaned down and licked Alex's lips, it was enough for Alex as it sent electric shocks throughout his veins. His entire body tensed up as white, silk streams of his cum shot out between them as he called out, "Oh my God, Ivar!"

Alex clinched his ass cheeks around Ivar and held him even more tightly as Ivar's pace picked up and fell out of any kind of rhythm. He grinded into Alex sloppily and his movements quickly stammered as his entire body stiffened and twitched. He shot his load as he tried to tell Alex, "Alex! I'm, I'm..."

"Yes, babe! Now you cum for me!" Alex said, breathing heavily.

Ivar slowly stopped his movements and collapsed on top of Alex with a thud. Alex grunted and Ivar grinned, "That was absolutely fantastic, love. I've...umm, I've never experienced anything like that. Not even the last time we were together. Fuck!" He swallowed thickly and slowly pulled out of Alex and rolled to his side, his arms still wrapped around Alex.

Hot and sweaty, and very messy, they still laid there entangled in eachother, taking in everything and coming back down together. As their breathing slowed and heartrates returned to normal, their grip on eachother never loosened. They laid like that, intertwined in eachother, in complete silence, comfortably enjoying breathing eachother in.

Not really wanting to break the peaceful, comfortable silence, Alex hesitated, "That really was fantastic, Ivar. I, umm, I don't think... umm..."

"What is it, love? You know you can tell me anything," Ivar tried not to panic, rubbing his hand over Alex's cheek and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I-I don't think I've ever made love to anyone before, Ivar. And that, umm, that's what that was, right? It was so different and so amazing. I've never experienced anything like that before either," Alex blushed and looked away from Ivar's piercing eyes.

It hit Ivar like a ton of bricks. No wonder he had been such a wreck. It was more than just having sex with the one he loved. It was making love with him, which had such deeper meaning than he'd ever imagined. The connection they shared was unreal and seriously like no other. He couldn't put words to it. Alex looked back at Ivar and saw the understanding and realization in his face. "I, uh.. I..ummm," he tried.

Alex cupped his cheek and replied, "I know. Oh my God, I know. It's ok. You don't have to say it. Believe me, I understand completely." He smiled and kissed Ivar deeply.

Ivar pulled away, "Now, you know the rule, love. You can't do that, or I'll have to have my way with you again."

He gave Alex his shit ass eating grin again, and Alex laughed, "You're terrible."

"Yes, and you love it. Let's go get washed up," he continued to grin. "Oh, and Alex?" he said as he sat up in the bed and looked back at Alex.

"Yes?"

"When we come back to bed, I want to be entangled with you the rest of the night just like we were right now, ok, love? I'm seriously not letting you go this time."

Alex smiled as he felt warmth spread all throughout his body, "Absolutely, Ivar. I wouldn't have it any other way."

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Taking Care…

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: none, maybe a tiny bit of angst?

Words: 844

A comfortable silence surrounded them as they watched the fire burn. Her fingers softly combing through his dark hair, making his eyes closed in satisfaction. Chuckling softly she watched him, watching how his lashes barely brushed his cheeks, how his mouth held the smallest smile, barely visible but still there. A low disproving hum escaped him as she stopped brushing through his, letting her hand just rest on top of his hair, feeling for any remaining braids she couldn't see in the light.

Opening one eye, he shot her a glare making her try to hide her giggle, placing one hand over his eyes, shushing him. Smiling softly he leaned back into her, letting her continue her work. Humming a soft tune she concentrated back on his hair, making sure it wasn't knotted anymore, before rinsing it with water again, watching the last of blood wash out of it. Biting her lip in worry of it being his own, she again thread her fingers through his hair, carefully feeling for any sign of a wound.

Softly taking her hand that was covering his eyes he brought it down to his mouth, kissing her palm lovingly, calming her nerves slightly making her sigh in relief. She was used to treating his wounds, but the ones on his head still worried her the most, not knowing what it could cause to the parts she didn't see. Still placing soft, featherly kisses on her palm and each of her finger tips, the young man couldn't help but keep his eyes closed, leaning into her touch, letting her take care of him.

They both barely said a word when he came back, just needing to feel each other close. Needing to be in the safe haven they created with one another. Tugging on his hair, she grinned down at him with a glimmer of mischievous in her eyes as his own fluttered open to find hers, his heart melting at the sight in front of him. His lover looking down at him with the most truest admiration, her lips pulled into a grin as she tugged on his hair to get his attention, not wanting to break the oh so comforting silence.

Raising an eyebrow he felt his own lips pull into a small smile. Leaning down she placed a soft kiss onto his cheek, leaving a trail of kisses in their as she made her way to his lips. Leaving tingles in their wakening, making the young king shiver slightly under her touch. As her lips finally reached his, he couldn't contain himself as he cupped the back of her neck, pulling he closer, deepening the kiss. Soft gasps slipped out of her mouth making him catch them with the kiss, smirking softly.

With heaving chests, Ivar let his hand slip onto her cheek, caressing the skin softly, making her smile tenderly at him. Her eyes held love. The love he never thought he'd receive. The love he knew was shining even brighter in his own eyes when he looked at her.

"I was so scared, Ivar." Her hand softly playing with his hair, not having the strength to find his eyes anymore. Showing weakness was something so fragile, they both still weren't sure wether it was alright for them to be so open about their fears. Ivars eyes softened as he heaved himself into the position opposite her, taking her hands. "Whatever for?" Worry settled on his features as her eyes welled with tears. Shaking her head she realized how hideous her fear was. He was Ivar the boneless, nothing could or would be able to hurt him. He was protected by the gods.

But as the months went on her fear started to settle in, more reason flooded her mind. What if the gods suddenly stopped protecting him, making him vincible, easier to hurt. More months passed and the fear was causing her many sleepless nights, making her visit the seer almost daily, slowly starting to obsess over her husbands wellbeing. Ivar was fragile, he wouldn't admit it but he was and she knew it. The whites in his eyes turning blue, his bones breaking, being her biggest fear.

A small tear slipped down her as she turned her head away from him. "You need someone strong, I shouldn't worry." Chuckling softly he pulled her onto his lap, being careful enough not to put too much weight on his legs. “What I need is for my wife to worry about me when I’m gone for battle.” His fingers now drawing small shapes softly on the outside of her thighs. A small smile now finds its way onto her face as she nuzzled her head into his neck, inhaling his scent, calming herself.

Smiling to himself Ivar began running his hair through her tangled hair, an evidence that she, again, was spending more time taking care of him and his needs than tending to her own. Placing a featherly kiss onto the top of her hair, he hushed her quietly, stopping her thoughts from torturing her.

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A Thousand Battles (A Modern Ivar AU) New Chapter

A modern!Ivar x F OC (Julietta Lothbrok)

Note - I think it’s been almost a year since I updated this fic. I’ve decided to post the rest of the fic, despite not being super happy with chapter 11. I wrote the rest of the chapters ages ago but got stuck on chapter 11 so I’ve decided to just Chuck it out here.

Sorry it’s taken me so long, hope those who enjoyed this story before will enjoy the end ❤️ thanks all. This chapter is un-beta’d so all mistakes are mine and I’m sure there will be lots!

Warnings - mentions of violence make against female and female against make, language, weapons, angst

Synopsis - Julietta wakes up with no memory of her life or her husband, Ivar. Will it ever return? Does she want it to?

Word Count - 3828 words

This is for @blackseapearl 400 follower trope challenge. I asked for Amnesia :)

Shout Outs - They know ❤️

This fic kicked (and is still kicking!) my ass, I’ve never had such a hard time with motivation as I have writing this long-ass bitch so I hope you enjoy it :)

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Chapter 11

The early days of Ivar and Liet.

Lev insists on an apartment first, keeping some distance and to set up a place he can still see her in. She assumed Ivar would be annoyed but he says it’s a good first step, she doesn’t know for certain but she guesses that The Lothbroks don’t want a stranger in their midst, she will have to be vetted before being allowed into their inner sanctum.

She stays in the apartment for a few months, building a life, in her “new city”, a routine with Ivar visiting. Lev turns up more often than she wants, an invasive reminder that it's all lies and any potential peace found with Ivar is bullshit.

Lev never gets ugly with her again, but her memory is long and she never forgets the violence he exhibited, quashing all feelings she ever had for him.

She was supposed to lead a double life, reporting to her family, faking the relationship with Ivar, in reality, it’s a triple life now, faking to Lev, faking to Ivar despite her feelings of real love for him and reporting back despite her feelings. God, what an absolute mess she’s made. Etta has no choice but to carry on as normal with Lev when she sees him, fucking him as if he’s her guy when her whole being is consumed by her feelings for Ivar.

The ripping of her soul, the lies, the deceit, the acting, almost sends her into an early grave, until Ivar asks her to move onto the estate.

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Word comes from Ivar’s Father. The Lothbrok family have accepted her. Ragnar has dug into her past thoroughly.

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Her Father knew this would happen and hired the right people to fabricate her former life, leaving as much of her true life as possible. Dead parents, teacher (at a different school, one where Olegs family had reach with, who he was able to pay off if asked about Julietta). The Lothbroks came back with nothing but a squeaky clean record of her. Nothing about her time spent with her father, nothing about her training or the other ‘missions’ she’d been sent on. Just a wholesome school teacher with friends and a tragic past.

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She can see a respite, a pause of her turmoil if she is away from Lev, away from the pressure he is putting on her, the pressure her father is putting on her through Lev. She can breathe easily once she gets there. For a minute.

She knows any peace is temporary.

The day before she is due to move, Lev catches her outside her apartment as she is running errands.

She feels him behind her, an insistent grip on her arm.

“Keep walking, Love. Who knows if we are being followed. Walk to the market.”

Julietta has no choice but to do as he says.

In the market he catches her arm harshly and turns her toward a stand.

“Try on the sunglasses,” he instructs her harshly, so she does. She catches his eye in a mirror, he is standing close to her. “Tomorrow we will be separated, God knows for how long. You know what needs to be done, Etta?”

She nods and picks another pair of glasses up, slipping them on her face.

“I’ve watched you with him, in this very market,” Lev’s voice is saccharine sweet, she’s heard it before and the blood runs cold through her veins. The intrusion into the relationship she thought she’d developed in private was being watched. Of course it was. Stupid girl.

“I’ve seen him kiss you, I’ve seen the way you look at him, Etta.” Etta watches as his pupils constrict in the mirror as his grip tightens on her flesh, sure to leave marks she will have to explain away.

Etta starts to shake her head and pulls away carefully, smiling playfully as she starts to protest but his words stop her.

“My eyes don’t lie. I’ve seen you. Do you not remember my words? If you fall for him I will kill you both. You are mine,” his finger back on her arm, holding so hard she has to bite her lip to stop from yelping. “Mine,” he growls in her ear. “I hope for both your sakes you are a better actress than I give you credit for, Etta.”

Lev leans into her, his nose in her hair and he inhales deeply, eyes never leaving her face for a second. “I would hate to murder you, my love.”

Through the ice in her veins she knows what she must do. A calmness settles over her, knowing her only way out of this encounter is to placate the man she once loved.

She removes the sunglasses and her eyes catch his in the mirror. She leans back into Lev, her upper back pressing against his chest and she pushes her ass into his crotch. Her voice is thick with sweetness when she addresses him. “Baby, I’m the best actress you’ve ever met. You think I have feelings for him? I’m repulsed by him. Every time he touches me it makes me want to vomit. I would kill him and his whole fucking family in a heartbeat to be back with you, my love.”

She sees Lev’s eyes change from hatred to relief and she knows he is putty in her hands again.

“I’m doing this for the family. For you. Just as you told me to. It’s all for you, a means to an end, my love. I’m leaving tomorrow, who knows when I will next get to see you. There's an alley up to the left. Meet me there in two minutes. I need you one more time before I go.” She turns in her heels and heads for the alley.

As she turns left she claps her hand over her mouth, desperately trying to stifle to cry and tears in the minutes she has before he joins her. She takes in some steadying breathes and prepares herself to allow Lev to touch her, fuck her, to betray Ivar with the man that sold her out like she was nothing. A mere commodity.

As she watches Lev enter the alley her skin starts to crawl, but she pushes the feeling away.

She’s let her guard slip with Ivar, she needs to pull herself back again, with more success this time. She curses inwardly at not realising she is being watched the whole time, of course she is, she’s her family's most valuable asset.

She can’t be the reason Ivar dies. She will be the best actress ever. To save herself. To save Ivar.

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Julietta is sure that Ivar feels the change in her, in the way she is with him over the next few weeks. Sometimes she can see her detachment break his heart and she wants nothing more than to open herself up again, allow him into her heart fully, but the memory of Lev’s words stops her.

Sometimes she feels herself allowing the feelings to creep back in. It’s easy when it’s just the two of them, living together, a normal life. Somedays, when she’s watching him move around their home, on the phone, smiling at her, she forgets what this all is. Fake. An assignment. Not for long, but long enough for it to crush her heart when she remembers.

Some days she is so angry. Furious at herself for letting her life come to this. Rage filled at her father for making her do this. Devastated at the circumstances that have led her life to this point. Angry that she is in love with a man completely out of her reach, despite being married to him. It’s on these days can hear herself say the most disgusting things, things about his wheelchair, his disability that make her so ashamed of herself she knows that when her time comes they will be the reason she will be dragged straight to the depths of Hell.

He shows her nothing but endless patience. She isn’t sure if that is because he is so in love with her or because she drops enough breadcrumbs of love and affection to keep him hopeful that she will return to the woman he met in Sardinia. Hope. It can hold people prisoner, and that’s what she feels she is doing to him. Keeping him shackled to a memory of the woman she wishes she could be with him, her old self.

Julietta can’t even bare to look at him when they have sex, can’t bare the way his eyes feel on her, like they are going to pull a confession out of her at any moment so she manipulates him again into being intimate in a way she can stomach, a way she can live with herself.

She manages to find an outlet in the form of a diary, written in code. She pours every thought, every feeling, every second of happiness into it so she doesn’t allow it to spill out into their actual lives. So she doesn’t compromise them. If she writes it down the weight of her feelings and the fear that accompany them is lifted slightly.

She’s allowed to the main house after the checks come back clean, before that she had barely any access to it at all which meant she didn’t have much to pass on to Lev when she saw him at the flat. Information is freely available to her now, access to staff, their gossiping, access to Ragnar’s study, although she is careful here until she is sure there are no cameras inside this space. There aren’t, probably so he doesn’t incriminate himself should the time ever come. It does mean she can access paperwork left around, listen in on conversations he has in there. She has yet to plant the listening devices given to her and try to access Ragnar's computer, making up excuses to Lev when pushed on the subject, only handing over as little as she can get away with.

She despises herself every time she does it, hearing the consequences of her actions spoken about by the Lothbroks, people killed, families ripped apart, collateral damage.

She tries to redress the balance of her disgusting deceit as often as she can. Julietta knows one of her strengths is the ability to read people as if they are telling her their secrets openly. Body language, the slightest flick of an eye, the quick exchange of notes between Ragnar's staff is stored in her head. Most of it is innocent, the occasional affair between staffers, a few people stealing from the kitchens, but any hint of something that could hurt any of the family she tells Ivar about, discreetly, so as not to give herself away, hints at things she’s noticed. Ivar is astute enough to read into it the droplets of information she gives him and neutralises the threat.

He can’t see I’m his biggest threat Julietta thinks sadly.

Over time Julietta becomes more involved with all the family members and she starts to enjoy their company, they treat her like one of their own, not knowing she is a snake in the nest. It’s hard enough betraying Ivar without the extra guilt so she stays detached, warm enough that she isn’t alienated but she keeps them at arm's length. For her own sanity.

After months of being on the estate with her love her brains tricks her into thinking she has some solace from her real life. She stops passing along as much information as she can get away with, only given intel she knows will have minimal impact on her husband and his family. She makes excuses to not have to meet up with Lev, passing along the information via a notebook hidden in her flat, deliberately ignoring Lev's outrage at her evasion, which is clear from the messages left in the hiding spot in her apartment.

She continues this way until a clear message is received. One of the Lothbrok security guards is found outside the estate with the letter E carved into his forehead; she knows she has to face her life outside the walls. For Lev to get so close to the estate, to risk the whole assignment to get her attention she knows she has no choice but to meet up with him.

The thought fills her with a paralysing fear, she can’t do this anymore. The double life has to stop and Julietta knows which of her two lives she wants.

Julietta goes to her apartment, calls Lev from the phone stashed in the space in the walls and arranges to meet him at the gym. She changes into her workout clothes and heads there with a racing heart. She went to the toilets at the back of the gym, where Lev has made sure that no security cameras reach.

He’s waiting for her and pins her to the wall before they mutter a world to each other. He pulls her shorts down roughly and his fingers are inside her before she knows what’s happening.

“Lev, no, we need to talk. Stop,” she tells him in Russian, grabbing his wrist to push him out of her, pulling up her shorts.

“Etta, what’s wrong? I’ve missed you. Do they know? Is that why I haven’t heard from you?” His mouth is all over her, her neck, her chest, making her skin crawl.

When he starts to kiss her mouth she twists her head away, and her head falls against the wall. It’s now or never.

“I'm not doing this anymore. I’m done. I'm going to be a proper wife to him. I love him, Lev. We are finished here.”

Lev's face pulls into a scowl before he bursts out laughing. “What? Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t love him. You are mine!” He grabs her face, bruising it with his fingers. “You can’t just stop, you will never be done!” His face is searching hers, trying to find a hint of a joke.

She smacks his hand away “Don't ever touch me again, Lev. I am done with all of you. I never wanted any of this. My father won’t kill me for falling in love. Ivar, he’s not like any of you, not with me, he's gentle and he loves me.” Etta’s chin is raised in defiance.

“I fucking love you!” Lev replies with desperation in his tone. “I’ve loved you for years. You can’t be in love with him, he’s the fucking enemy, Etta.”

“Is he?” she shouts at him. “I’m starting to think we are. Father is only doing this for territory, not for revenge or anything noble!”

“Etta, my love. You are smarter than this…” Lev’s tone is one she recognises. A calm, friendly tone which is uses at his most dangerous. “Think about this my love. Come to your senses and I won’t tell anyone what you’ve said today. I love you.”

“Oh Lev, you’ve always been about your career, Fucking the bosses daughter was a strategic move for you. I know you would never choose me over the family.”

“You think Ivar would?” Lev screams and punches the wall next to Etta’s head. “You stupid fucking bitch. You are fucking dead. What did I tell you before? Do you remember? If you fell in love with him I would kill you both.” His hand is back on her jaw, pressing her skull against the hard wall behind her. “Etta. Tell me he hasn’t tasted you.” Levs face screws into pure hatred.

“I remember. I don’t care. I only care about him.” Her breaths are shallow with fear now. She’s weighed up all her options in the small space they are in. She knows all of Lev's moves and if she’s quick enough she can get the better of him. Hopefully.

“My rule, Etta,” Lev says through gritted teeth. “Did you let him taste you?” His eyes flit to her mouth.“You treacherous fucking whore!” He grabs her around the throat and she reaches into the underside of her sports bra pulling out her mini switchblade, flicking it open expertly and pushes it into his groin.

“Femoral artery, Lev. You taught me that. Let go of me or I’ll do it. You’ll bleed out in a minute or so. I’m a good actress, remember? I’ll say you attacked me and I will be believed. Never dare to call me a whore again.” She pushes the tip of her knife into his skin.

He glances down and removes his hands from her throat. “Dead woman. You are fucking dead, Etta” He points in her face and slams the restroom door open so hard it closes again she locks it quickly, clapping her hand over her mouth, hyperventilating in fear. She spends a few minutes calming down and listening for any sign of him. Silence remains and she is sure she is safe enough to leave the gym.

When she steps outside she hears screams from her right and as she spins towards the noise she sees Lev driving straight at her before everything goes black.

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Present day

Consciousness tugs at her as does Ivar’s voice, which is getting louder with every syllable. Julietta wakes on the floor of their closet, Ivar cradling her head. “Liet? Baby, thank god! Are you okay?”

Was it all a dream? A nightmare? She knows it isn’t.

Her whole life is back.

Julietta remembers everything and she starts to sob.

“Julietta, what is it? More memories?”

Gods knows she can’t let on that she remembers everything. Even in her vulnerable state she knows for certain she needs time to sort through everything. As much as she wants to pour the truth out to him she values breathing. She hasn’t taken all the risks she has for this man to have him kill her in their beautiful home.

She shifts so she is sitting up, pushing away the nausea and reaches for the pendant laying between them. “The necklace, I remember the first time I put it on you. Ivar, I need to lie down. My head,” she whines, clutching her temples. “My head is splitting.”

She manages to walk to the bed on her wobbly legs, with his help and climbs under the covers and curls up into a ball. The bed dips and she feels him behind her, pressing himself close to her, running his hand up over her arm.

“Do you need anything, love? I will call a doctor.”

“No don’t, I’m ok. I think it’s just going to feel like this when I get memories, they said that after the market. Can you get me some water?”

Ivar nods against her skin. “I will love, I’m going to set an appointment tomorrow to go back to the hospital for tests. Just to be sure.”

As she hears him start to leave she turns to him quickly, knowing she needs to address something. “Ivar? I really don’t have any memory of that man from the Gala.”

Ivar’s jaw ticks and he nods stiffly at her then leaves.

Her own lip curls in disgust when she thinks of Lev. He will be dealt with sooner or later.

She stare up at the ceiling before getting the strength to walk to the bathroom to take a look at herself in the mirror. She looks different now she remembers who she is. Harder, she doesn’t like it.

“Hello, Etta.” She says to her reflection.

She runs her eyes over her reflection, the scar on her cheek, pulling down her top to look at the scars over her arm. Her gaze travels back to her short hair and she sneers slightly then remembers Ivar’s reaction to it and smiles.

“You are not Etta anymore,” she says softly, pointing at herself in the mirror. “You are Liet, his Liet. Bury the old you, do you hear me?” Her reflection nods and she starts to formulate a way forward.

A path to happiness.

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She doesn’t know how she manages to keep it together in the days and weeks after her life returns but she does. She compartmentalises her life as Etta until Ivar leaves every morning, as soon as the front door shuts she runs to the shower and tears pour from her. Grief for her parents, they way they were taken from her, the sheer scale of who she was before crushing her like a bug under a wheel.

Broken, bent, torn apart by the old her.

She prays to the Gods to make her Liet again, to remove everything she knows now but it’s just an act of futility. She has to find a way to live with the knowledge that she betrayed her Ivar, to continue to function as his wife with the terror that he and his family will find out about her.

The thought of fleeing crosses her mind, for him as much as for her. Gods know what Ragnar would do to Ivar if he finds out. If she leaves him, just disappears, she could protect him from that, but she knows she’s too selfish, and where would she go? Back to Lev?

Back to the man who did this to her?

“Liet, you have to talk to me. I feel you pulling away from me. I know something has changed. You are not… you are the same… you are turning into the you from before the accident and I need you to be happy again. Baby, please talk to me.”

Julietta can’t meet his eyes, but she forces herself to as she lies to his beautiful face. “I keep seeing flashes, I don’t like what I see, Ivar. Snippets of the way I was, and hate it. I was a totally different person, I didn’t know how to let myself be loved but I don't know why.” She knows why, but she needs to give him something. She used to be able to deceive at the blink of an eye, she’s lost that ability and part of her is grateful, but a bigger part of her wishes she could bullshit with ease to his face.

“Gods,” she thinks, “I should just fucking end it all now and spare him the pain of knowing who I really was.”

“Liet. I chose you then, and I will choose you in every lifetime I live. Always, baby. I’ve loved you since I laid eyes on you, I’ve loved you through the bad, the terrifying and the amazing. You don’t remember it all but I do, and it’s you. It’s always you. Always.

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She exists. Weeks are passing slowly and she is slowly learning how to be Liet, pushing Etta away. It’s easing, the guilt. The fear of being found out is something she just pushes away with a stern talking to in the mirror. She’s determined to be who she wants to be, not who she was.

Chapter 12

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[jesseworld666]

Just some sexy Ivar and Lagertha modern au aesthetic, forbidden love hate. She kills his mother, she's a high ranked woman and he hates her yet the sex is heated passion.

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[barnes-lothbrok]

Another for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie hot fic summer challenge!

The prompt is sunglasses and the character is Hvitserk. A Modern Hvitserk.

Bonus Pictures below

^^^ How could I NOT add this! It's just too much!! I mean LOOK at him!! The outfit, the pose, the sunglasses!

And then there is this masterpiece! I know it's not Vikings but gotta love TLK! And again I mean LOOK at them!

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[northernxstories]

Welcome to Northern Stories.

I am Ames the Cookie and this is my indie writing blog.

Links to key pages:

Rules | Writer

Plots:

Plots Page | Random Plots Ideas

I am very open to plotting new things with people. If you like weird Alternate Universes, Historical Verses, Fantasy Worlds and similar then we may suit one another well.

Muses:

I tried to update my muse page and it won’t let me. So I am now opting for categories on a temporary basis until the problem is sorted.

Vikings Muses:

Bjorn (Alexander Ludwig FC)   Ivar (Alex Hogh Andersen FC) Ubbe (Jordan Patrick Smith FC) They are the most common muses on this blog. They are able to transfer from historical to weird AUs to modern verses very well. Also they work well in poly and reverse harem universes. Slutty Old Men: Let’s hear it for the slutty old men! Gus (Tom Hiddleston FC) Gabriel (Diego Luna FC) Sullivan (Wentworth Miller FC) Bash (Tom Hardy FC) Hugo (JR Bourne FC) Chris Argent (canon Teen Wolf muse - JR Bourne FC) Daniel (John Cho FC) Theo (Peter Dinklage FC) Matteo (Alessandro Juliani FC) Felix Gaeta (canon BSG muse - Alessandro Juliani FC)

I love older actors and characters and I would be happy to write with any of my older gents. Limited Edition Muses: These are muses with only a few verses and tend to be played or created for certain other writers and offered primarily for those other writers. I will note if they are claimed or still available below.

Daniel (Daniel Sharman FC) - claimed and currently unavailable Jack (Sebastian Stan FC) - claimed and currently unavailable. Teddy (Jason Ralph FC) - available Johnny (Richard Harmon FC) - available Edward (Kit Harrington FC) - available

Notes:

There is a lot of smutty threads and taboo themes may appear on this blog. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not interact. I like to write sluts, villains and assholes for fun. This is not real and should never be mistaken as such. I do not condone my muses’ actions.

Fair warning that some of my muses are more villainous than others.

Enjoy!

#ooc post #my new pinned post

[scandinavianfairytale]

Him & I

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: Summer time fun, (inappropriate) ice cream consumption, so much domesticity & lots of old married couple style bantering, so many feelings 🥰🥺, Ivar & Reader are too cute 🥰 but their partners are getting suspicious 😬😅

It was unusually hot this summer. So much so that you accepted Ivar's invitation to his family house on Anholt island for a few days for this heatwave to pass. The Lothbroks rented the Air Taxi for the whole extended bunch, now including Freydis, Erik, Tora and you.

The extended weekend everyone took off work was much appreciated as well as the swim in the cold Atlantic ocean. Everyone got along very well, playing volleyball and board games, cooking big meals together and playing drinking games in the evenings.

But then the reality caught up with them and Monday evening came and everyone started packing. The whole mood changed. You were complaining to Erik about not wanting to go back to the city and the heat and the responsibilities.

"I get it, but the more you complain, the harder it'll be to connect back tomorrow. I can help you pack, if you want." Erik suggested as he glanced at his watch.

"No, it's fine."

Erik walked downstairs with his suitcase and sat on it as he waited in the entryway.

"Where's your better half?" Freydis asked as she sat down on her suitcase next to him.

"Upstairs complaining about not wanting to leave." He chuckled.

"I can't wait to get back to the city. There is a concert I'm dying to go to this Friday."

"Same. I'm so excited to return home, even with the heatwave...I really don't like living out of the suitcase."

"Hey Ivar, can you check on Miss Always Complaining upstairs? I fear she just unpacked everything in protest." Erik joked as he saw Ivar going up the stairs.

You were staring at the folded clothes and grimacing when a knock on the door startled you.

"Geez Erik, I'm almost done, okay?" You called at the door, but then Ivar opened it and you sighed.

"It's just you."

"Thanks for that." Ivar laughed and folded his arms over his chest, observing your pouty packing.

"Sorry...it's just...I really don't like the idea of going back to work." You sighed, leaning back on the bed.

"I know. You hadn't had a break in over 9 months, minus Christmas." He walked in the room, sitting next to you on the floor.

"I really needed this..." you gestured at the house. "but I'm still so tired and the idea that I'll have to log back in tomorrow is making me nauseous."

"Do you want to stay?" Ivar asked as he observed you.

"No...I can't, you went through so much trouble to organize the air taxi and everyone took their vacations...I can't ask anyone to stay."

"Well you're not asking. I'm asking. And I'm only asking you." You met his eyes. "If you say you need more, we can make that happen. We just call our bosses and ask for a few more days. They'll manage without us."

"You'll stay too?" You asked surprised.

"Someone has to make sure you don't get into trouble." Ivar laughed.

"I think you must've us confused. I'm the one that keeps you away from trouble, not the other way around." You laughed as well.

"Hey, you two," Torvi's voice came booming through the hallway but she stopped talking and smiled as her head poked through the door and she saw you two sitting on the floor laughing. "How about you two move your butts to the taxi and continue your conversation there."

"We're staying for a few more days." Ivar replied simply, smiling at Torvi.

"Alone?" Torvi's eyebrows fused with her hairline. "I mean Erik and Freydis aren't staying with you?"

"I haven't asked Erik...but he made it clear he doesn't want to stay..." You shrugged your shoulders.

"And Freydis wants to go to a concert." Ivar added.

"Well...okay then. Have fun." Torvi smirked as she walked away. Maybe this time alone will finally make you realize that you are with wrong partners.

As she arrived downstairs without the two missing pieces Erik and Freydis wondered where you were.

~Freydis & Ivar~

"What do you mean you're staying?" Freydis asked, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

"She needs this, I told you that I'm worried about her."

"She's an adult, I'm pretty sure she doesn't need you to take care of her. Besides, I really want to go to that concert I've been telling you about for months now."

"And I told you I don't want to go. I thought we agreed that you're going to go with your friends." Ivar sighed. He had this conversation for what feels like 10000 times.

"Yeah, but I wanted to sleep at your place."

"I can give you the keys if that's the issue."

"You're really going to leave me alone for the whole week?" Freydis was getting annoyed.

"Are you suggesting I leave my friend of 10 years alone in the middle of nowhere so that I wait for you one night to get home after a party?" Ivar asked incredulously.

"I guess it's not a discussion, is it? Enjoy your time away from me." Freydis glared and walked away. Ivar pinched the bridge of his nose.

~Erik & you~

"Look, I get that you're tired, but avoiding going back to work won't make it magically disappear..." Erik tried to persuade you.

"Erik, we've been through this. I'm stressed and I need a break."

"You just had a break." Your boyfriend pointed out confused.

"Two days is not a break."

"It was a break for me."

"Well I'm not you. Also our jobs are significantly different, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop disregarding something that you have no idea about." You bit back at him. You hated having this conversation. Erik went in to hug you, but you pushed him away.

"You're right, maybe it'll be good if you took some time away from the city and relaxed." He said stiffly and kissed your cheek, before walking away.

After everyone left the house felt quiet and empty.

"What put you in a sour mood?" You asked as you studied Ivar's frowning face.

"How about we don't talk about it?" He suggested and plopped down on the couch. You sat next to him and together you sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I didn't mean for you to be quiet." Ivar's head resting on the sofa turned to you.

"I know. I don't wanna talk either. Can we watch TV and then go to sleep. I promise I'll be better company tomorrow." You gave him a haphazard smile.

"Erik?" Ivar asked. You nodded.

"Freydis?" You asked a few seconds later. Ivar nodded. You sighed and Ivar turned on the TV. You ended up watching a romantic comedy The Lost City and laughed throughout the movie and continued with Modern Family, both of you falling asleep somewhere in the middle of Season 2, completely exhausted.

When Ivar woke up the next morning completely stiff, the first thing he needed to do was stretch and the cracking of his bones woke you up.

"This was the perfect place to sleep." You giggled and yawned at the same time.

"I think this means we're old." He sighed as his back cracked.

"You're old, my bones are still fine." You joked, but when you stood up and stretched everything started cracking.

"Yup, that's the sound of a young person." Ivar joked.

It was nice spending time alone with Ivar again. Since the relationship with Freydis became more serious - when he told her he loved her, it seemed to you as though she has been permanently glued to Ivar.

For the next 5 days Ivar spoiled you, he let you sleep in even though he is usually up at 6 am and he made sure pancakes were always waiting for you when you woke up.

"You don't have to make me pancakes, Ivar. I'm sure there are better things for you to do than wait for me to get up." You said on your second day.

"You could just say thank you, you know." Ivar grinned at your happy expression.

"Thank you." You smiled sweetly at him.

"I really don't mind making pancakes. Besides they make you so happy that if I didn't make them, I'd feel guilty."

"They do make me really happy." You giggled and cut a big chunk of a Nutella stuffed pancake.

After the clean-up you made your way to the small beach and enjoyed the recluse from the heat that the soft Atlantic breeze provided. You were finally nearing the end of the book you have been reading for the last 7 months, when Ivar reappeared from somewhere holding two ice-creams and offered you the lemon flavoured one.

Humming your thank you, you pounced on the ice cream, hoping for the internal cool-down of your body. Glancing at Ivar he gulped down the ice cream - like he always did and you shook your head, focusing your attention on the book again.

"Ugh...brain freeze." Ivar shuddered and held his temples.

"That would imply you have a brain..." You replied, not glancing away from your book. You could feel his glare on you and you couldn't help but grin. Looking up, you only caught a glimpse of him leaning over and smearing his ice cream on your nose.

"Nose freeze." He laughed as you shrieked at the cool ice.

After the sun weakened you went to the water to cool down and finally swim for a bit. Ivar had a very different strategy of entering the water - while you ran in and dove head first, he liked to take his time.

"Hey, grandpa Grumpy, are you coming in or not?" You called from a few feet away, droplets of ocean water dripping down your forehead.

"Screw you, it's so cold!" Ivar called at you, slowly making progress by splashing a bit of water on his body to get accustomed to the change in temperature. A wicked smile crossed your lips and you dove underneath the water surface, swimming towards him and reappearing right in front of him.

"Boo." You grinned.

"I get why your parents call you Mermaid." Ivar smiled at you. You perched up at the shoreline, the top part of your body out of the water and the lower part submerged.

"When I was little my favourite fairytale was The Little Mermaid. And I thought that if I just stay in the water long enough, I'd grow a tail. So I would swim and dive and wait for my tail to finally appear but my parents always forcefully removed me from the water because my lips turned blue and they were scared for me." Smiling at the memory you gazed at the vast ocean. "I really thought that if I just tough it out, I'd finally get my wish. That's why they still call me Little Mermaid." Your eyes focused on Ivar again who was now turned towards you and sporting a soft smile.

A loud curse tore from his throat as you splashed water at him.

"You're such a baby. The water is not even that cold." You laughed.

"You just wait. I'll make you pay."

"Only if you can catch me." You stuck your tongue out at him and dove back in the water.

Your battle continued in the water with both of you splashing and dunking each other. You were so loud that in the end only the two of you remained in the water while everyone else packed their bags and left.

Giggling like the two idiots that you were, you made your way back to the house to make dinner and watch the series again.

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"We're going back tomorrow." Ivar pointed out as you watched Modern Family. Burying your face into a pillow, you groaned.

"Don't spoil our last day here."

"I've been wanting to ask you something for a while now...this might be the last chance I'll get."

Pausing the show you turned to him, crossing your legs under you, ready for a 'real talk'. You motioned for him to continue.

"You know your opinion means a lot to me..." Ivar paused and you slowly nodded. "I noticed a few things recently and I wanted to ask you what you thought about Freydis?" Searching his eyes, you were surprised by the question.

"She's okay. I mean I wouldn't call her my friend, but I don't mind her." You shrugged your shoulders.

"Okay, but I want to hear your opinion on her with me."

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy." You forced a smile on your face.

"That doesn't answer my question." Ivar rolled his eyes.

"I don't think my opinion is needed here. You're the one dating her, so what I think has no value."

"But when you say things like that, it makes me think you really don't like her."

"Why do you need to hear what I think, especially if you think I have a not so great opinion of her?"

"Because if this relationship will be long-term, I don't want to lose you, because deep down you don't like her." Ivar averted his eyes from you. "You mean so much to me. We've been friends for such a long time and no relationship is worth compromising that. So, please, tell me what you think."

Running your fingers through your scalp and sighing, you observed him.

"Ugh, fine. I think she's kind of rude, selfish, opinionated bordering on judgy and controlling." Ivar remained quiet. "But my opinion of your girlfriend shouldn't be a factor in your relationship. I only experience a fraction of her and I have no way of knowing how she is when you're alone. Our friendship is not going to end because I might not be the biggest fan of her. I promise." You smiled.

"She is very opinionated, isn't she?" He laughed a few silent moments later.

"Very much so. You know I have no problem with that in general, but on Sunday I couldn't get even a word in when she went on a rampage on the meat industry. And when anyone wanted to say something she just disregarded everything or refused to listen."

"I remember and then everyone just started talking about other things and she was insulted." Ivar mused. You scratched your temple at that, looking away from him and gathering the courage.

"Since we're on the subject...care to share your thoughts on Erik?" You met his eyes. It was his turn to be uncomfortable.

"He's okay."

"But...?" You continued for him, making him sigh.

"He's not exactly the guy I thought you'd end up dating."

"Meaning what?"

"Look this is just somethings I picked up on and I might be exaggerating...but he tends to disregard you and your worries, he's manipulative, he doesn't get your humor and he has a ridiculously high opinion of himself."

You slowly nodded.

"You know I've been having the feeling that he's trying to manipulate me sometimes..." You felt a pang in your heart.

"You're not an easy person to manipulate."

"I thought you'd be with a different kind of person too..." You finally said and Ivar's heart skipped a beat.

Thank you for reading! 💙🥰

The GIFs are not mine - they belong to the amazing creators 🙏😊

I'm back at the Ivar x Reader train and this time with a long story 😁 I'm trying to get a few stories out these days because I'm leaving in 2 days for a month and I have no idea how much time I'll have for writing during the trip 🙈 but I am so excited, 5 weeks away from here and with my favourite people 💙🥰

This is me when I tell people I'm going for 5 weeks 🤭😁👇

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[immortalvv]

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[teeninpanic]

Five Brothers (4)

requested from @profoundtyrantharmony

tagged: @chessmattandvodka @heavenly1927 @alexandra2020 (As always comment down below if you want to get tagged)

summary: Ragnar, Aslaug, Floki, Lagertha and the Ragnarsons got teleported into the 21th centurly

You were home and you felt relief that nothing broke in the house and everyone was alright. You had a surprise for everybody which was changing they’re old clothes into new,modern ones. They we’re not exactly happy about it but not sad or angry either. So you told them how they will be needed to behave and then all of you went for a close thrift store. Ubbe was carrying Ivar on his back. They both hated that Ivar has to move around in public like that. It got you thinking: what could you do for Ivar to help and where could you get a wheelchair from?

Everybody entered the store and everybody was looking for clothes. Aslaug was admiring the modern dresses and Lagertha was at the mans section. Aslaug and Lagertha, the two only women besides you, were like two different person. And sure, no one is the same, but them, they were the exact opposite of each other. You heard Floki laugh which made you smile. That old man still laughs like a child. Bjorn and Sigurd were arguing about something but Ragnar managed to make them quite. Ragnar looked at you and you whispered a “thank you”. He nodded with a peaceful smile. I told them that they shouldn’t make a show, and Ragnar seemed to understand. Ubbe and Hvitserk were laughing and they already were trying on the new styled clothes. It was weird to see them like that. In jeans and shirts that had dumb,silly things written on. I looked at Ivar and he was still sitting alone in a little chair. He was deep in his thoughts. You didn’t want to bother him but he also needs new clothes. You went there and waited for him to look up to you. He immediately did.

‘Yes?’He asked annoyed. He was very closed with his feelings. ‘Want help?’ you asked back and he rolled his eyes. ‘I don’t need stupid clothes’ he chuckled and looked away. ‘leave me alone’ he then said, quietly.

You didn’t care what he said. You turned around and picked a shirt out and then showed it to him.

‘Y/N, I meant what I said’ and then he smiled. It was a light smile, kind of a “c’mon stop!” smile, but it was warm and you felt like you wouldn’t see him smile a lot.

‘I think this would look great on you.’ And you gave it to him. You turned around again and you just started picking clothes out for him. With every clothing you gave him he said ‘Y/n stop!’ or ‘Okay, enough’ or ‘Really?’ and then ‘I hate you’

And then you got thinking.

‘How will you… try them on?’ you asked quite so no one could hear it.

‘I need help with the bottoms but I can change my shirts just like…’ He just got his shirt of off himself. You paused a little making sure your eyes saw that view. ‘this’ he finished his sentence while putting on the new shirt. He looked just great. Weird, but great. As everybody else.

Ivar continued to switch tops in front of you and he always looked at you after, as he wanted to know what you think of it. You mostly liked dark colors on him because then his blue eyes would just sparkle next to black or grey things. You haven’t noticed his hairstyle before. He had nice braids. Like so beautiful braids that you could never do or see again. You wondered who did it for him. Must have been Aslaug. Or a slave from his time?

You have overheard some things that the brothers were talking about in these days. So you had some knowledge and you had to get to know that they liked to be called vikings because… that’s what they were and what they are.

After the long day of shopping that really hurt your credit card, you all went home and you cooked dinner while they were changing/showering. Bjorn didn’t do those yet. He was chatting next to you and he was watching you cook. He told you that in their time things were really different and that cooking really seems crazy for him because he doesn’t know anything about it. You told him ‘Someday I can teach you some things if you are interested’ He smiled and nodded. ‘Well I mean… A viking doesn’t do these things’ and then he just went away. It was nice talking to him though. You felt like he doesn’t like you, because the two of you never talked that much but he was actually really nice.

‘Smells great in here’ Aslaug came. ‘Can I help you with something? I would be happy to help’ She had the sweetest smile ever. You couldn’t say no to her.

So you continued cooking with Aslaug and then the two of you set the table and everybody was around the table, fresh in new clean clothes. You felt happy and a new kind of relief. This time, while sitting with them at the table, something really lifted up from your chest that you haven’t even noticed were there. But the air in your lungs were clear again, and even the colors grew warmer.

You have told them and showed them how to eat with cutlery now days. Because the way they were eating was messy and loud. After the dinner, there was nothing left to do. So everyone went to sleep.

‘Thank you for the food and the clothes’ You heard Ubbe whispere in the dark before falling asleep.

‘All of you are welcome!’ you whispered back, he chuckled and then he fell asleep as well and then, lastly you did too.

to be continued…

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UNEXPECTED

Part 3

(Flashback #1, there will be one more flashback-SORRY!)

(sequel #3 to UNLEASHED and UNDENIABLE)

NSFW 18+ ONLY

Alex + Modern Ivar

Modern Ivar + Katia

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

If you're new here and want to catch up, just scroll down my page, and the first chapter to UNLEASHED is at the bottom, then UNDENIABLE, and now, UNEXPECTED...

This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but the story has come alive, and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected. Now that they were just getting into the swing of things and finding their groove, Ivar's ex fiance comes back into the picture, and it seems she is sure to shake things up.

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut. 🤣 Each chapter will have its own warnings.

This chapter: This chapter is a flashback to better explain the current situation. I have a problem with writing too many details. 🙈 Therefore, there will be one more flashback chapter. NSFW 18+ ONLY Smut, of course, oral sex-female receiving, p in v, major case of the feels, and heartbreak

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Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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Flashback to, roughly, two years ago:

Things seemed to be going well for Ivar and Katia. Ivar had never loved anyone before, like he did her. She was accepted in his family and with his friends. She was simply perfect for him in his eyes. This was why he'd planned everything that he had.

"Are you ready, Katia?" Ivar asked, waiting on the sofa for her as long as he could stand.

She came bouncing through the living room and rounded the sofa, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm sorry, Ivar. You know it always takes me forever to get ready to leave the house with you. I mean, it takes work to dress up and look good enough to be seen with you. Not all of us can be just so effortlessly beautiful as you, ya know," she laughed. "It's seriously my part time job."

Ivar rolled his eyes, standing to his feet, "Whatever. Let's go."

Grabbing his hand and following behind him, she asked, "Where are we going anyway?"

"You'll see," was all Ivar said to her.

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After an hour drive away, they pulled into a parking lot. "Awww, Ivar! What a nice surprise! The restaurant where we had our first date! Really? You know, I've always wanted to come back here!" Katia leaned over to him and gave him a quick kiss.

"Yes," Ivar grinned, "That's why we're here, dear."

"Well, what's the special occasion?" She was so dumbfounded. She didn't even realize what day was coming.

"Katia, surely you remember what Monday is. It's our one year anniversary."

Katia practically jumped into Ivar's arms right there in the car, "Oh fuck! Yes, I remember! I just wasn't expecting to celebrate it already. This is awesome!" She kissed him again, this time slipping her tongue inside his mouth.

"Look, unless you want to give the driver a show and never make it inside the restaurant," he pulled away from her, "I suggest you keep that tongue to yourself," Ivar breathed heavily into her face.

His breath hitched at the thought. He could easily see Katia spread across his lap right there in the backseat, naked, breasts in his mouth and hand as she bounced up and down on his hard cock, him making her call out his name and her making him finish all too embarrassingly fast. "Ivar? Ivar, did you hear me?"

Ivar realized that Katia was talking to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I just asked if you're ready to go inside now, but you were totally somewhere else," she answered.

He leaned to her ear and whispered seductively, "I'm sorry. I just saw what I'm going to be doing later tonight."

"And what, exactly, is that?" she teased, biting her bottom lip. She knew her man.

He licked his lips, "You."

"Some things never change," she smiled, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. "Do you ever think about anything else besides sex?" she laughed.

Getting out of the car, he answered her, "Yes, of course I do. I think about you," He walked around and opened her door for her, "But then, that makes me think about sex, so umm, no?" He smiled his devilish smile, "One track mind, you know."

He helped her out of the car and grabbed her hand, leading the way to the restaurant. "Table for two. Lothbrok," he told the hostess.

"Yes, right this way, Mr. Lothbrok," the hostess blushed, and Katia knew it was because of Ivar's good looks. He wore a light grey suit, pants fitting him just tight enough in all the right places, a grey blazer to match, a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned some in the front to show off his gorgeous chest and part of his tattoos, and his hair was down, resting on his shoulders and the top of his back. She was admiring him herself; she definitely loved when he wore his hair down, so she wasn't surprised that someone else had noticed as well.

The hostess sat them. "Your waiter will be with you shortly, sweetheart," she winked at Ivar and Ivar, not even acknowledging her, turned to look at Katia, causing the hostess to stomp away.

"Ivar, didn't you notice that girl flirting with you relentlessly?" Katia was sincerely curious.

"Of course, I did, but you know, I only have eyes for you," he kissed her hand, and she smiled from ear to ear. She loved how sweet he could be.

The evening continued pretty sweetly for the two of them. They talked about how different this evening was compared to their first date in the same place. Katia mentioned how nervous Ivar had been the first time around and how cute she'd thought it was.

"Well, I am just as nervous tonight, too. I've just learned how to hide it better," Ivar laughed.

"Wait. What? Why are you nervous now? It's just me, Ivar." She placed her hand on top of his.

"Well, umm," he was even more nervous now. Why had he even mentioned it? "You know, I just want everything to be perfect tonight and to, umm, to make you happy. That's all," he lied.

"Ivar Lothbrok, I am always happy with you. Don't be nervous." She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

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As they left the restaurant, Katia headed toward the parking lot, and Ivar stopped her. "Hey, we're going this way."

"Umm, isn't that the car just over there?" she pointed.

"Yes, but the driver knows to just wait there for us. I want to show you something first," Ivar told her, taking her hand and leading her in the other direction. It was just now dusk so he knew they'd just made it out of the restaurant in time for there still to be enough light.

"Where are we going?" her curiosity was already getting the best of her.

"You'll see. It's not far from here. I found it accidentally when I was looking up the restaurant's number for our reservations," Ivar smiled to himself at her confused look.

They reached just far enough that the sound from the cars coming and going in front of the restaurant and the people talking and laughing who were sitting on the outside terrace was just a distant noise. Ivar stopped and turned to Katia. "Here we are. Walk with me."

Her eyes grew wide with wonder as they walked down a path that was covered in blooming flowers, sweet smells, and butterflies hovering above, almost as if they were waiting to greet them. The futher back they walked, the darker it became, the more sounds she could hear off in the distance, and her heart began to beat harder. Looking at Ivar questionly, she asked, "Ivar, wh, what is this place?"

He answered, "A little hidden piece of Paradise that apparently, not many know exists. We can call it ours."

Looking of bewilderment and stopping in her tracks, she asked, "Ours? Like, really ours, Ivar? Is that what you mean?"

He smiled widely, "Well, yes. I mean, if you want it, that is, of course."

"Oh my God, Ivar!" she squealed, jumping up in his arms, hugging him tightly and kissing him quickly. "IF I want it? Are you serious?"

"Katia, we aren't even there yet. We need to keep walking a little more," he grinned, holding her tightly in his arms.

As he sat her back down, she said, "Well, it's just that this is just so beautiful already. Wow! There's more?" She walked a little ahead of him, excited to see where they were headed. His heart was overflowing with happiness and love for her. If he'd had any doubts or second guesses, she now confirmed for him that this was the right thing for the two of them. He followed closely behind her.

Finally, the small path came to a huge opening. There was a small stream right in front of her that flowed down toward the right. As she followed it to the left with her wide eyes, she gasped as she saw the beautiful waterfall from the side of the mountain. Looking at Ivar in shock, both of her hands came to her mouth, "Oh my God!" Tears filled her eyes.

"There's more. Look, Katia," Ivar pointed behind her. She spun around to see a small cottage just on the other side of the stream. It was white with two wooden porch swings in the front, on either side of the door. Soft lights shinned in the windows, through the curtains.

She then noticed a small bridge over the stream, covered in vines and bright pink and white flowers. On the other side, just steps from the bridge and at the edge of the rushing water was a large blanket laid out on the ground with a small plastic lit candle sitting in the middle.

She then saw that every few steps around the stream, there were hanging lanterns with soft lights glowing from them.

Completely stunned at the unnatural beauty of this place, she turned back around to Ivar. "Oh my God, Ivar! This is, this is just absolutely....," then her words completely failed her as she saw him.

Kneeled down on one knee, looking up at Katia with his eyes full of yet to fall tears, was Ivar with a small gift box in his hands.

Both of her hands covered her mouth again as she mumbled out, "Oh my God! No! No, you're not?"

Continuing to look deeply into her eyes, he took a deep breath, "Yes, I am. Katia, I have loved you since day one. You know I've never loved another like I love you. I've never been this happy with anyone before," his voice cracked, and a single tear rolled down his face. "You are my world, and I hope you'll give me the opportunity to be my forever. I want to spend every second of the rest of my life with you. I promise you, I will spend the rest of my days doing nothing but making you happy. Katia, will you marry me?"

He opened the box, reveling the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. There was a big diamond in the middle of a white gold band, surrounded by sparkling sapphires, her favorite stone. She was in complete dismay. She tried to speak as Ivar got to his feet, but between her tears and shock, just incoherent sounds escaped her mouth.

Ivar scooped her up, arms wrapping tightly around her waist, and squeezed, looking directly into her eyes as he waited for her response. Finally, she belted out, "Yes! OH MY GOD! YES! Of course, yes, absolutely yes! I love you so much! Yes, yes, yes."

With her still in his arms, Ivar spun around in a huge circle, kissing her anywhere and everywhere. "Happy anniversary, Katia! I love you!"

They both wiped tears as he sat her back down, and they walked over the bridge to the other side of the stream. He took her to the cottage first for her to look around inside. It was a cute, little place, fully furnished, one bedroom, and a small bathroom. It was nicely decorated, definitely to Ivar's taste, and Katia wondered how long Ivar had had this place because it was obvious he'd spent some time making the cottage look the way it did now. He followed behind her with a huge smile. She turned to him, "Ivar, this really belongs to us?"

"Yes. I wanted to buy it in cash, but Mother wouldn't have it. She said just because father left me money didn't mean I should spend it all every chance I got. So I had to do it the traditional way and take out a loan with the bank."

"Ivar, I agree with your mom. This would cost a fortune to pay in cash!"

"Well, you say that now, but the type of loan I had to get wouldn't let me put your name on the cottage until we're married. So as soon as we are, that will be the first thing we go do, Mrs. Lothbrok." He grinned, "I love the sound of that!"

Katia looked at him with a half smile. "Wait, what's wrong?" Ivar asked her, recognizing her look.

Trying not to frown, she said, "Well, it's just that, I don't know, I was excited to finally own something. You know? Have something in my name besides a bill." She dropped her head.

Ivar grabbed her, "Oh, sweetheart, you do own this with me. You already know that anything that's mine is also yours. It's just a technicality that will be corrected soon. Well, umm," he blushed, "I say soon, but umm, when do you want to set the date for?"

Katia tried to look pleased as she wrapped her arms around him, "Oh, Ivar, I'd marry you right now if there was someone here to do it. I'll leave that up to you. Whenever you think is good, is also good for me."

He smiled, "As much as I'd like to say right now, too, I think we can get everything planned and the proper reservations made in 6 months, don't you?" He still couldn't believe this was happening. His dreams were seriously coming true.

"Yes, Ivar! That's perfect." As he showed her around the rest of the small place, she was surprised to see groceries in the kitchen even. "Wow! You really thought of everything. How'd you do all this, Ivar?"

"Well, I may have had a little help," he smiled. "The driver, Mike, came while we were at the restaurant and put the groceries inside for me once they were delivered and lit all the lanterns when I texted him that I was paying the check."

She was really surprised and hugged him tighter. "Thank you, Ivar. No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

"Well, umm, there's more. Follow me."

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Her eyes widened as he took her hand and led the way back outside to the blanket beside the stream. It was darker now, and the lanterns lit the way perfectly. When they reached the blanket, Katia looked down and saw that rose petals were spread all over it, with the small candle in the middle. Covering her mouth, she gasped, "It's beautiful, Ivar."

He motioned for her to sit, "After you." He sat down beside her and laid back on his right elbow, facing her. She did the same, facing him, not sure what he was up to now. He fumbled to his left side and found what looked like a TV remote control. He pressed a button on it, and in front of them, through the water of the waterfall, she saw a huge board light up in bright purple lights. Purple was her favorite color. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that the lights on the board formed the words, "I love you, Katia."

Her hands covered her shocked face, "It-It's purple," she stumbled, "It says," she managed between tears, "It says my, my name. What? Wait. How did? Oh my God! Ivar?" She was completely at a loss for words. It was beautiful.

Somehow, on the cliff, the waterfall gushed over, Ivar had found a way to make a huge, almost road sign like board that lit up with the touch of his remote control. The way it sparkled behind the waterfall was beautiful. "Oh, Ivar. It's, it's just so pretty. It's breathtaking!"

"Just like you," he smiled, "Your beauty is breathtaking."

She leaned in closer and kissed him. He dropped the control to the ground somewhere behind him, and his left hand found her hip and squeezed. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly gained more passion and became more heated.

Ivar hungrily pulled her to him tighter as his tongue entered her mouth and played a game of chase with hers. His temperature was rising quickly as she pulled away. "Ivar, what about Mike? Isn't he waiting on us?"

"No. He knew to only wait until we made it here and that I'd call him if we needed anything. He's headed back home and will return for us on Tuesday."

Her mouth dropped. "Really? We're staying that long? What about the bar?" she asked excitedly.

"It's already taken care of. Alex has my number if I'm needed, and he knows he can call Hvitserk while he's in town if he needs an extra set of hands. Everything will be fine without me for one weekend," he assured her, pulling her even closer and into another kiss.

He wiggled out of his jacket while sloppily kissing her, refusing to break their attachment at the lips. He leaned over her and turned her to her back, her head landing in his right hand. She pulled his shirt until it was untucked and slowly unbuttoned the bottom few buttons. Rubbing her hands up his toned chest and to his shoulders, she pushed his shirt behind him, and he slipped his arms out. She began kissing down his jaw and then to his neck as his head fell forward. She softly bit him, and he struggled not to break his form above her and fall, crushing her.

His left hand traveled over her still clothed body down to her bare leg. Pushing her skirt up, his fingers slowly trailed up her thigh, sending chills all over her body. He began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her voluptuous breasts behind the laced bra. He bent down and bit one of them, causing her to cry out his name. "That's it. Scream my name. Tell me what you want."

"You. I want you, Ivar," she answered, licking then biting her lip. She knew just what he liked.

Her bra fastened in the front, luckily for him, and he snapped it lose, both breasts bouncing before him, and he remembered his vision in the car from earlier and grinned in delight. As he raised her so she could shimmy out of her bra and her shirt, his lips caught her collarbone, lightly sucking as he laid her back.

His mouth trailed down to the middle of her breasts, where he shook his head back and forth between them, causing her to laugh. He smiled up at her and quickly sucked her nipple into his mouth as his hand found her other one and squeezed it. The sensation caused her to whine, only encouraging him to continue. He licked and sucked her nipple and breast along with tiny wet kisses as he traveled to the other one and brought his other hand to the one he'd just left.

Massaging her breast, he teased the other one with his tongue, licking around the nipple and looking up at her. She whimpered, and he sucked it into his mouth, gently biting it. She arched her back, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

His kisses traveled lower as one hand remained, still massaging her breast. With each wet kiss he placed across her stomach, she moaned, and he smiled.

As he reached her waist, her skirt piled at her hips, leaning away from her and back onto his knees in front of her. Staring her in her eyes intently, he slowly pulled her lace panties down as she raised her hips to help him. One by one, he drug his fingertips lightly over her legs, then pulled them up, knocking her heels off, and slipped her panties off of her.

With a smirk across his face, he then leaned down and began kissing up her ankle. He was sure to let his wet lips drag across her skin on the inside of her leg with each needy kiss he made, traveling upward. He got to her inner thigh and agonizingly slow, kissed it softly, licking up further, still. The anticipation was driving her wild, and he loved every second of it.

When he finally reached the spot she'd been waiting on, he hovered over her, breathing his hot breath on her, and looked up at her. His breath hitting her sensitive area, he whispered into her, "Damn! You're already so wet for me."

She whimpered, "Umm, humm."

He flattened his tongue and with one agonizingly slow movement, he licked up the middle of her folds and over her clit, causing her to jerk. "Oh, you like that, humm?" He breathed heavily into her again.

Licking up her sweet juices, he then did it again, only this time, stopping on her clit. Flickering his tongue over it like a pro, his lips enclosed it. He sucked her in a kissing motion with his plump lips while his tongue continued to lick around her clit.

Laying both of her hands to her sides, she fisted them into the blanket, both hands turning white. He brought two fingers up to her tight entrance and shoved them inside without warning, causing her to moan out his name again as her back arched and her body turned a little to its side, as if involuntarily.

Ivar pumped his fingers in and out of Katia while his tongue continued to swirl around her clit, causing her to writh beneath him in pleasure. He pressed in just the right spot and she couldn't handle it any longer. She yelled out, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, "Oh, fuck! Ivar! I'm going to come!"

As her entire body stiffened, she came undone, moaning and groaning as he continued pumping and licking her relentlessly. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, lapping up her juices hungrily.

Pulling away from her, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He stared down at her, still panting, and spoke seductively, "I know you've got more for me. Can I get another one from you?"

He began to unbutton and remove his pants as she rode out her high. As his unbelievably hard cock sprung free from his pants, he asked, "Are you ready?" She knodded and licked her lips as she watched him spit in his hand and grab his cock, wetting himself for her.

He leaned over her, positioning himself at her opening. He looked her straight in her eyes as he thrusted into her, watching her face contort. "You ok?"

"Oh God! Yes!" she groaned out between gritted teeth.

He leaned down and licked her lips as he began thrusting into her. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back to her, into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue, making her moan again into his mouth.

As he found his rhythm, he kissed down her cheek and bit her softly in the bend of her neck, causing himself to jolt forward even harder. He nuzzled his head in her neck and hair, breathing her in.

His left hand trailed up her side, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and found it's way to her breast. As he began to massage it, she mumbled, "Ivar!"

"That's it. Say my name."

"Ivar, no, umm, it's just, umm, I want to be on top."

All of his movements slowed as he moved his head back above her and looked down at her in shock. She usually didn't like that position. He instantly remembered again how he'd imagined her when they were in the car, "What? Seriously? Fuck yes!"

"Move before I change my mind," she pushed him off of her, and he sat up. He slid backward until his back was against the railing to the bridge. She got up on all fours and slowly crawled to him, licking her lips.

"Aww fuck!" Ivar growled out.

Katia slowly crawled over his legs, up his body, straddled him, and positioned herself above his ready, throbing dick. His breath caught in his throat as she got closer and breathed heavily in his face. "Is this what you want? You want me to ride you while my tits are in your face? Want me to make you come, Ivar?"

"Yes! Oh, hell, yes!"

She slowly sunk down on him, taking all of him in, feeling him fill her. They sat still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. Ivar grabbed her by the side of her neck and pulled her down to him. He licked up her neck to her ear and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. As he bit down on it, she whimpered and began to rock her body.

She began bouncing up and down on his impossible hard cock, causing her breasts to bounce in Ivar's face, just like he'd been craving practically all evening. Salivating, he lightly drug his hands up her sides, fingertips barely touching her, causing her to grind into him. Once this hands reached her perfectly round breasts, they began massaging them again as one hand squeezed her nipple.

Katia grabbed Ivar's shoulders to steady herself as she rotated her hips in small circles with the next plunge down on him. He dropped his head backward with an animalistic roar and thrusted up into her.

He then leaned into her chest, kissing all around her chest and breasts, and finally sucked one into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other.

She placed both of her hands on each side of his face and neck and pulled his face up so she could kiss him. As she twirled her tongue around his, his hands began to roam her body, grabbing and squeezing at every bit he could, wanting all of her for himself. He gripped her hips with each hand and, holding on tightly, possessively pulled her even more into himself as he thrusted up into her even harder.

Her legs began to tremble, and her moans grew louder as their movements intensified. Ivar knew she was close.

Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he quickly rolled to his left side and flipped her over to her back without even pulling out of her. Her eyes widened, not expecting the quick change.

He gently caressed her face, and she closed her eyes with his soft touch, placing her hand over his. Their bodies began moving in a rhythmic dance of passion, skin on skin slapping, hearts pounding, and sweat dripping. He backed out of her and then quickly slammed back into her, intertwining his hands in hers.

She let out a string of unrecognizable sounds and pulled her hands out of his, landing them on his back. She dug her nails into it and scratched him all the way down, causing him to plunge even deeper into her. Her walls clinched around him tightly and he began pounding her up the blanket. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back closer to him, aiming to be one with her.

He reached below, his fingers finding her clit, and began to stroke them over it quickly as his movements became more and more irratic. Katia's toes curled and her back arched and she let out such a loud growl that it echoed into the woods. He continued sloppily pounding into her as he looked down into her eyes. His head was spinning with desire.

Panting, she let out a moan and suddenly gushed all over him like a tsunami crashing into the shore. The wet warmth was too much for him, and with one last thrust, he shot his load into her as well. His entire body trembled and shaked as he collapsed onto her with a grunt. He raised his head and gave her a needy, sloppy kiss, and his head fell beside her.

They laid like that, sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, as they came down from their high. Ivar laid his head across her chest and hugged her close to him, closing his eyes in content. Breaking the silence, Katia asked him, "Umm, Ivar, when is it that your mother gives you full control over all of the money your dad left you?"

Looking up at her in confusion, he said, "What? Why? That's an odd question."

"Oh. Well, I just ask because I was just wondering how much control she'd have over us once we're married. You know, I don't care about the money, Ivar. I was just curious how involved she'd be in our marriage." She coughed and rubbed his head lovenly.

He laid his head back on her chest as he answered her. "Oh, don't worry. It isn't like that with mom. She won't mettle, but umm, to answer your question, in just a little under 2 years from now, on my 26th birthday." He snuggled into her again as she continued rubbing his head, sighing softly.

Ivar pointed up at the stars and named one of the constellations and told Katia a little information about it. Pride swelled in her chest as she told him, "Wow, Ivar, that's one thing I really love about you. You're so smart." She kissed him on top of his head.

Before they knew it, they both drifted off to sleep in the night air.

Sometime during the night, Katia shivered even though she and Ivar were still snuggled together, causing Ivar to stir awake. Feeling the chill as well, he decided to get up and take her inside. He stood and scooped her up into his arms, their clothes still spread out across the ground and blanket, and carried her inside. Barely awake, she snuggled into Ivar's shoulders and wrapped her arms around him.

"What happened?" she mumbled as Ivar laid her on the bed.

"Nothing, I just didn't think. It's cooler at night here in the mountains. We're inside now. Let's go back to sleep." They were both asleep again within the minute.

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The sweet smell of breakfast cooking traveled through the air and into the bedroom, slowly dragging Ivar out of his slumber. He got up, wiping his eyes, and stumbled into the kitchen. There, he found Katia in one of his white button up, dress shirts, dancing around to soft music, shaking her ass, as she cooked an amazing smelling breakfast. Smiling, he leaned against the door frame and watched her for a few minutes.

As he watched her shaking her ass around the kitchen, he could no longer ignore his arousal. He stepped around the kitchen island and walked up behind her, pressing his body against hers. She jumped as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Leaning around to her side, he placed a warm, wet kiss on her neck, causing her to jerk. "Good morning. What's all this?"

"Breakfast," she smiled. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Starving," he grinned into the bend of her neck, "But umm, I think I want my dessert first."

Batting him away, she began, "Oh Ivar, you can never get enough, can you? I'm in the middle of cooking here."

"Well, it's your fault, shaking your ass all around like that. And my shirt on you. Holy shit! It's hot as fuck, Katia!"

"Well, as great as it is that you packed my clothes for me for the weekend, you forgot my pajamas, so this was my only choice," she laughed as he tickled up her sides.

"Sorry, but I didn't figure you'd be needing any." He kissed her neck again, sending chills up her spine.

"C'mon, Ivar, let me finish breakfast," she reached back and popped him on the head.

Realizing her shirt only had three buttons fastened, Ivar pulled the shirt open and placed his hand just under it. He slowly trailed his fingers down her chest, between her breasts and to her stomach as he began kissing down her neck. With his other hand, he slipped the shirt just off of her shoulder and continued with light kisses across it, causing her to drop the spoon into the pan. "Ivar."

"Umm-hum?" He grabbed both sides of the shirt and yanked it open, popping the three fastened buttons completely off, and pulled it back over her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Katia gasped.

As Katia began to shiver, Ivar's left hand began massaging her left breast as his other hand rubbed gently around her navel, and he then tucked his fingers under her panties. He stepped closer, and she felt his naked erection pressing into her ass. Her words were lost in moans as he continued with his soft kisses all over her neck and shoulder.

She shut her eyes as her head rolled back onto Ivar's left shoulder, openly exposing more of her neck to him. He sucked and kissed her neck and shoulder as goosebumps appeared on her skin.

With both hands, he pulled her panties just over her round ass, giving it a hard slap, and dropped them to the floor with the shirt where she kicked them both back out of the way. Her breathing picked up and she moaned again with the slap.

His finger tips lightly grazed over her clit and her legs began to tremble. She turned her head and kissed him on his cheek as she raised her right arm up and around to the back of his neck where she held onto him tightly. He sloppily kissed her as his fingers began to plunge in and out of her while his thumb flickered around her clit.

"Ivar," she whispered softly into his ear, "Take me, Ivar. Now. Take me."

With that, he quickly spun her around to the kitchen counter behind them and bent her over it, her breasts landing on the cold counter, spreading her legs apart. "Ivar, the food!" Katia pointed, remembering what the actual reason had been that she was in the kitchen.

He looked back at the stove, "It'll be ok."

He laid his hands over hers and spread her arms out on the counter, intertwining his fingers with hers. The heat from Ivar's body on her back and the cold from the counter on her chest caused her to whine out his name.

Grabbing himself, he placed his hard, throbing cock at her opening. "You want this? Humm? Is this what you want?"

Groaning and biting her bottom lip as she stuck her ass out closer to him, she whimpered, "Umm humm."

And with that, he thrusted up into her, causing her entire body to bounce forward against the cold counter. He didn't stop to wait for her to adjust before he pulled back and slammed himself into her again.

He saw the bowls with fruit and whipped cream that she'd sat out on the counter for the pancakes she was cooking and swiped his finger through the whipped cream. He brought it to her mouth and told her, "Suck it clean!" She stuck her tongue out and between her moans, licked around his finger before sucking it into her mouth and doing as she was told.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he slammed into her again, even harder this time. His breathing was ragged as he continued stroking her from behind. He grabbed a strawberry and dipped it into the whipped cream. He slowly trailed it across the back of her shoulder blades and down her back, leaving a clear path for his mouth to follow, causing her to whine. He leaned over her and put the strawberry in her mouth as he slowly licked and sucked the whipped cream off of her back, causing her to maon and twitch beneath him.

"Harder, Ivar! Faster! I'm close!" Her words drove him on. He placed his arm under her and grabbed her gently across her throat and lightly squeezed as he bit his bottom lip, looking down at her.

He spit in his other hand and quickly moved it around her body and found her clit with his fingers. As his nimble fingers began to work their magic, her body tensed and she cried out his name. He pounded away, enjoying how her body slid up and down the counter.

Her walls clinched around him tightly which made him fuck up into her even harder, legs trembling out of control. She moaned out, "Ivar!" and as he thrusted up into her again, her juices flowed all over him and down her legs to the floor. It was as if the warmth from her fluids spread throughout his body to his core and his movements became sloppy as he continued his assault on her. Grasping ahold of her shoulers, he stiffened, his thrusts faltered, and he finally released everything he had with one final stroke into her.

He fell over her, nearly crushing her into the counter, and bit her shoulder as his head fell on her. She moaned and tried catching her breath. They stayed like that for a few moments until the kitchen fire alarm went off.

Surprised, they both jumped up and Katia groaned at the emptiness as Ivar pulled out of her. He ran to get the fire extinguisher as she called out to him, "Ivar, we don't need it. It's just smoke. A lot of damn smoke," she laughed.

They both laughed upon noticing just how badly the pancake was burned. "And you said it would be ok. Good thing we were close by," she pointed at him and smiled, waving a plate at the smoke filling the air.

"I'll be back. I'm going to find my boxers," Ivar softly kissed her on her shoulder, turned, and then looked over his shoulder at her, "And I guess I'll open some windows," he grinned.

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When Ivar returned to the kitchen, he found his plate already made for him and Katia sitting on the opposite side of it with his shirt back on but unbuttoned. Sitting down on the barstool, he asked, "So, are you seriously trying to make this breakfast go completely to waste?"

"What do you mean? You haven't even tasted it yet."

"I mean you're seriously sitting in front of me all sexy as fuck again with my shirt back on but completely open? Do you really believe I can think of eating after seeing that?" She coughed as she looked up at him and smiled. "Well, I mean, pancakes anyway. You know I could totally 'eat' my dessert first," he winked at her.

Katia showed him he'd popped the buttons off, "Look! It's not my fault. It's yours," she complained back to him as she showed the shirt to him.

"Well, damn. I liked that shirt. Guess it's your special shirt now," he laughed.

As he looked down at his plate, he noticed there was a small box just under the napkin. "What's this?"

"Happy anniversary, Ivar."

"You didn't have to give me anything," he was genuinely surprised.

"Just open it."

He untied the cute bow on top of the box, looking back up at her. "Go on," Katia encouraged. He opened the lid and saw a gold chain inside. When he pulled it out, there was a small, round pendant hanging from it with a swirled line on the front of it. As he examined it, he noticed it was a Lockett. When he opened it, inside was a small picture of he and Katia from months before, one he'd once mentioned being his favorite.

He looked at Katia in shock. "Does that mean you like it?"

"I love it. And this picture, oh my God, yes, I love it. Thank you. Can you help me put it on?"

She slipped off of her stool and went to him. He held his hair up and out of the way as she clasped the necklace around his neck. Leaning around him and grabbing the pendant, she said, "This swirl here on the front means eternity. It's a never-ending circle, like our love, Ivar."

He pulled her on around him and into his lap. He kissed her madly. Pulling away, he said, "Thank you so much. It means the world to me. I'll never take it off, just like I'll never stop loving you."

She jumped out of his lap before he had the chance to protest. "Now, eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

They spent the rest of the weekend was just like that with sex and food and spending time together. Ivar couldn't be happier and was extremely thrilled he'd finally popped the question to her and even more ecstatic that she'd said yes.

Katia was really happy as well. She couldn't believe Ivar had actually chosen her. Although, she'd be lying to herself if she didn't think about her soon to be, overbearing mother-in-law. She wasn't sure how she'd handle knowing Aslaug was in control or their money and, therefore, of their lives. She knew the small amount of time until Ivar gained his financial freedom would pass quickly, but she also knew it was going to linger in the back of her mind. Maybe her love for Ivar would be enough to stop all this worrying.

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[underscorewriting]

Late Nights

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: fluff <3 hehe

1074 Words

It was hard. Everything was hard for her, but mostly seeing him in pain. It hurt her, it made her feel powerless. Every night she would feel him wake up, she barely could sleep herself.

Hearing his quiet sighs as he repositioned himself, trying to get the pain to stop. He would lie awake hours doing so. She would be awake too, quiet tears running down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut trying not to sob.

But tonight it was different, she had to rethink to the day, remembering how his bones cracked, how blue his eyes were and how cold it was. A suffocating sob escaped her as she turned away from his embrace, not wanting to wake him now that he was able to sleep.

Unfortunately she failed doing so. He felt her body rock with each sob that escaped her, his heart breaking with each sound that escaped her. "My love, what's wrong?" Sleep still very visible in his voice, his arm wrapping around her waist, as he gently kissed her shoulder, shushing her quietly, needing her to calm down.

Another sob escaped her, causing her to cover her mouth, feeling how wet her cheeks now were with tears. "Did someone hurt you?" She wouldn't answer him, so he turned her around quickly. "Answer me, princess. What is wrong?" His face was covered in worry, as he searched for her eyes, only to find them puffy and red. "I'm a bad wife..."

A soft chuckle escaped him as he shook his head. "You're not, my love. Why would you ever think something like that?" His hand wandering up to her cheek, wiping her tears away. A small frown now on his face as he watched the hurt on hers. "Yes I am, Ivar." Shaking her head she lowered her eyes looking down at his legs.

"I can't take your pain away." Her voice broke. "I can't help you with it, I can't do anything!" He could hear the hurt in her voice as he pulled her into his chest, letting her cry as much as she needed. "I never asked that of you when I wanted you to become my wife." He smiles slightly, hoping that would help to cheer her up but it only seemed to make it worse.

Pulling away she looked at him hurt. "I didn't marry you because you're the king, Ivar! I married you because I loved and cared for you, as I still do! Yes, you didn't ask me to help you or take the pain away, but I want to. I can't see you in pain, my king..." Her voice was shaky as he cupped her cheeks again, pulling her into a kiss.

"I apologize, my love. I didn't mean it that way. You shouldn't worry too much, I'm fine, aren't I? No broken bones, nothing you should worry about. The same cripple you married-" He chuckles softly but she placed her hand on his lips, making him stop in the middle of his sentence.

"Don't call yourself that. You know I hate when you do that..." She was starting to steady herself as she calmed down, inhaling his scent and feeling his arms around her. "I knew you were awake every time my legs hurt at night, I could feel it." He whispered quietly, pushing the hair out of her face. 

Smiling slightly she shook her head. "Then you must have known how much seeing you in pain hurts me." He looked at her confused. "I thought you were annoyed by me, because I woke you up." Chuckling quietly she kissed him softly. "I didn't want to bother you, while you were in pain..." She whispered against his lips, making him grin slightly. "You wouldn't have bothered me, you might've been able to keep my mind off of it."

Biting her lips slightly he smirked, feeling her relax into his touch. A soft sigh escaping her, as he kissed from her lips to her collarbone, being sure to leave love bites at every place he could, wanting and needing to show her off. "Ivar..." She whispered softly as she felt his hand pull her in closer.

Humming softly, he continued his work. Her fingers went into his hair, playing softly with it, realizing that she needed to redo them soon, since they were starting to grow. "I have to redo your braids soon, my love..." She whispered quietly, making him chuckle deeply against her neck. "Gods, you're unbelievable."

He leaned onto his arm as he admires her, taking in her beauty. "What? Why?" She chuckles softly as she felt herself begin to blush under his eyes. "I'm trying to seduce you and help you relax and all you think about is how you have to redo my hair." He exclaimed as he chuckled, making her laugh.

Ivar couldn't help but admire her, her laugh feeling like everything was okay, like everything he had ever done was worth it. "I'm sorry, couldn't help but feel it." Watching her Ivar shrug. "I'm not tired." Smiling she got up and lit a few candles as Ivar sat down by the bed, between her legs, handing her the comb.

Smiling slightly she kissed the top of his head before she got to work, brushing through his hair gently, being careful not to pull too hard. Feeling him relax under her touch made her smile like a fool. "My mother would've loved you, gods, even my father would've adored you." Ivar said closing his eyes.

A small smile now on her face as she pulled a braid slightly tighter. "I knew your father, Rangar taught me how to fight when I was little and wanted to be like.... Lagertha" A soft his escaped the man in front of her, she wasn't sure if it was because of the tightly pulled braid or due to the name of the woman that killed his mother. "I'm sorry, my love."

Finishing her last braid she kissed his head again. "All done." As she got comfortable on her side again, Ivar blew out the candles before pulling her into his chest. "I know you adored Lagertha, she was a brave woman even though I hated her I have to admit it."

Kissing her softly he whispered his love to her over and over again, making sure that after tonight she wouldn't cry anymore, he would be there to stop it.

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Flower (READERxAlex)

pov: you are home alone, when Alex decided to show up drunk at your apartment.

WARNING: this is my first fan fiction, if you find grammar problems forgive me, english is not my mother language.

Someone knocked on the door. Weird, you don’t expect anyone. You get up from your comfortable bed and you are in your way to the door. As you would open it the guy behind it starts to scream.

“ Listen here, door! You need to get out of the way eh?” You know who is it and you know that he is drunk.

You open the door and Alex gives you the biggest smile. “Oh before i forget” he hiccups then turns to his side, grabing something pretty heavy. “I picked you a flower” he turns to face you whit a giant plant in his hands.

“Oh gosh Alex!” you scream

“Uh say that again” he mumbles behind the “flower” he brought and you can just see in your head how he does that smirk on his lips.

He steps into your apartment, placing down the giant plant. “See flower i told you you would be happier here” he says than turns to you with a smirk.

“I get you some water” you say but as you turn around Alex grabs your arms and pull you into his huge arms.

Alex and you have been friends for many years now. You and him once shared a kiss and you wondered a lot about dating him but the kiss was so long time ago and also you were really afraid of you’re emotions and from ruining the friendship you guys have .

“I need to talk to your dad” he says and he pulls you closer. Everytime he gets drunk he turns into a funny, tired bear but somehow this is different. “and why is that?” you ask then he pulls away but just to look into you’re eyes “Y/N. you silly.” he chuckles “ I need your father’s consent”

“i don’t understand you” you giggle because Alex is using his goofy voice.

You don’t even realize but you are so lost in his eyes. They are so blue you could drown in them. And then there’s his perfect lips. You can’t control your eyes, you have to stare at them just for a little bit,to really remember the taste of it. He’s body is so close to yours and every part of him is warm which feels really nice to your cold skin. You just want to lock yourself into his arms and stay like that forever.

“We’re having a party!!” he shouts it loud.

“Alex, stop the neighbors are sleeping!” Alex didn’t even hear you. He’s dancing around like a little boy. You repeat your sentence then he stops whit the yelling but keeps dancing

“how do you know that?” he asks “maybe the old grandma next door is out there dating someone” he says whit a straight face then he stumbles into his own leg. He immediately falls.

“Okay, stop!”you sit next to him.

He stares into your eyes again and he sends every kind of butterflies down your stomach. Then a slow smile comes to his lips and you blush without knowing.

“I need your father’s consent because i want to marry you Y/N” he says then rest his forehead into your shoulders.

Your body is freezed by the shock. Did he really just said that or was it a hallucination? Did he mean it? Probably not, right? He’s super drunk. However, he puts his huge muscular arms around your waist and he doesn’t need 2minutes, he is already asleep.

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[barnes-lothbrok]

An attempt at @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie hot fic summer challenge!

The prompt is rain and the character of course is Ivar. A Modern Ivar.

When making this I imagined Ivar being persuaded into enjoying the long awaited summer rain by his love.

You would not believe how hard it was finding pictures of Ivar or Alex to do with rain! That man is Winter or Summer nothing in the middle!

Words on pictures -

just as the smell of the earth during a summer rain… oh, how lovely is to love and to be loved in return.

Protection, prosperity, royalty, power, shelter, prestige, femininity and fashion - symbolism of umbrella

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[jadelynlace]

Could I request Ivar on his wedding night where he’s insecure but the reader puts his mind at ease and shows him that he’s capable of making her feel good?

of course you can, anon! I wrote it in modern times (I’m so sorry) because I have no knowledge on the canon universe they exist in. I’m sorry if you meant “insecure” with reference to his canon “problem”, I used it in another way but did not skimp on the smut.

warnings: adult themes and sexual content below the cut.

No one expected him to cry when he watched you from the alter. No one expected him to tip you onto one leg as he sealed the marriage with a mind numbing kiss. No one expected him to radiate with such happiness as the night grew on, coming to realize he was a married man.

But you did.

However, you didn’t expect him to morph back into the shell of a scared man when you stood before him naked as he sat on the bed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly. His hands had stopped short of coming to touch you; to trace the indentations on your skin that your dress and lingerie had created. You had heard of people being nervous before their wedding, but not once it was over.

“I can’t believe you’re my wife.” Ivar whispered, blue eyes gazing up at you, drinking in your body as if it were his first time seeing it. “I’m scared I’ll fuck it up. Being me.”

You took a step forward, placing your legs on either side of his. He still wouldn’t move.

“Marriage is a fucking mess, Ivar. That’s what makes it so beautiful.” You spoke, leaning forward to place your lips on his. 

The single touch finally ignited the burst of flames that took control of his movements. Suddenly, his fingers couldn’t get enough—no part of your skin was left untraced. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging slightly and evicting a wonderful moan to pass through his lips. It went immediately to your core. You could feel his cold wedding band make small touches of frigid metal against your otherwise heated skin. You were sure you were dripping onto the boxers that covered him.

The single piece of fabric became too much; you could feel how hard he had become beneath you, the sheer sensation had driven you wild since you two started sleeping together. He wasn’t lacking in that department, despite what whispers seemed to plague his name.

You dropped to your knees before Ivar could stop you. He only shifted his hips to aid you when you pulled his boxers off and tossed them somewhere in the room. His hardness sprung free and you were immediately taking your tongue from his base to his tip. Your tongue swirled back down in the opposite direction, your nails raking along his thighs. When his hands came down, you were expecting him to grab your hair; instead he pulled you off.

“I was enjoying that,” you mumbled as he maneuvered you onto the bed. The man could be so strong when he wanted to be.

“And I was too, but you’re my wife now, and I’m dying to choke you with my wedding ring on,” He growled, his left hand tracing up your torso. It stopped briefly at your breast, unable to resist them, before it snaked up and around your throat. Although he didn’t apply pressure, you watched his eyes as he saw his hand on your throat, and then you placed your left hand over his wrist. There was an unmistakable expression as he saw the rings on your finger too. Then he was smothering your lips with his.

Preoccupied by his mouth, you didn’t expect him to push into you as he kissed you senseless. Your lips faltered against his as you moaned at the sensation. Using that moment to bite your bottom lip, Ivar finally bottomed out inside your walls as he groaned. His lips trailed from yours, across your jawline and down your neck

“Ivar....” you whimpered, spreading your thighs more to accommodate all of him.

“You’re so fucking tight.” You heard him say, his forehead resting on your shoulder. The rise and fall of your chest matched his, and briefly you savored the sensation that would be only yours forever. At your whimpers he began pulling back some before pushing right back into you. Soon he found a steady rhythm, heavy breathing passing through his lips as he began to go faster.

And faster.

His speed only encouraged your sounds, become louder with his pace. When his hand went around your throat, you matched his pressure by squeezing your walls on his length and you couldn’t miss the snicker that came from his lips. He knew you too well.

Opening your eyes to see the sight above you drove you closer to finishing. He watched his hand around your throat—his wife’s throat—his bottom lip capturing between his own teeth.

“I’m gonna come,” you warmed him, your voice a small squeak as his cock began brushing the deepest point inside your walls. The combination caused your nails of one hand to dig into his back, and the nails of your other were on his wrist again. He tried to starve off his own release but he was done for as soon as he saw your rings again.

The low groan that left his lips as he coated your walls was something you’d never tire of. The sound drove you to your own release, quivering around him as the moans still escaped from your lips. Ivar released your throat as you both came down from the high. Tracing your hands up his back, they flopped next to your head as you watched him. His hands went up to yours as he interlocked his fingers around them.

“Next you’ll have to see how that wedding band looks when you spank me.”

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[northernxstories]

Welcome to Northern Stories.

I am Ames the Cookie and this is my indie writing blog.

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I am very open to plotting new things with people. If you like weird Alternate Universes, Historical Verses, Fantasy Worlds and similar then we may suit one another well. 

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I tried to update my muse page and it won’t let me. So I am now opting for categories on a temporary basis until the problem is sorted.

Vikings Muses: 

Bjorn (Alexander Ludwig FC)   Ivar (Alex Hogh Andersen FC) Ubbe (Jordan Patrick Smith FC) They are the most common muses on this blog. They are able to transfer from historical to weird AUs to modern verses very well. Also they work well in poly and reverse harem universes. Slutty Old Men: Let’s hear it for the slutty old men! Gus (Tom Hiddleston FC) Gabriel (Diego Luna FC) Sullivan (Wentworth Miller FC) Bash (Tom Hardy FC) Hugo (JR Bourne FC) Chris Argent (canon Teen Wolf muse - JR Bourne FC) Daniel (John Cho FC) Theo (Peter Dinklage FC) Matteo (Alessandro Juliani FC)  Felix Gaeta (canon BSG muse - Alessandro Juliani FC)

I love older actors and characters and I would be happy to write with any of my older gents.  Limited Edition Muses: These are muses with only a few verses and tend to be played or created for certain other writers and offered primarily for those other writers. I will note if they are claimed or still available below.

Daniel (Daniel Sharman FC) - claimed and currently unavailable Jack (Sebastian Stan FC) - claimed and currently unavailable.  Teddy (Jason Ralph FC) - available Johnny (Richard Harmon FC) - available Edward (Kit Harrington FC) - available

Notes:

There is a lot of smutty threads and taboo themes may appear on this blog. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not interact. I like to write sluts, villains and assholes for fun. This is not real and should never be mistaken as such. I do not condone my muses’ actions. 

Fair warning that some of my muses are more villainous than others.

Enjoy! 

#ooc post #my new pinned post