#ivar fiction

[thelirofnorthlands]

A little appreciation for the most lovely couple in Vikings 🥰

Helga and Floki ❤️

(photos or edits on them do not belong to me)

#love quotes #vikings fanfiction #imagine your fictional other #vikings imagine #vikings #floki #floki the boat builder #vikings floki #love live #lovers #wedding #my favourite ship #bjorn ironside #halfdan #hvitserk ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #sigurd

[collecting-stories]

Willow - Ivar the Boneless

Summary: Feast night in Kattegat, some pretty shameless flirting.

A/N: I haven't written vikings in forever but part of this was in my drafts from like, last year and I finally finished it this morning.

TS Anthology Masterlist | Vikings Masterlist

✰ wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark ✰

The lanterns that lined the path from the village to the fjord were lit, glowing a warm orange beneath the ever darkening sky. There were soft sounds of a lyre playing somewhere just beyond your line of sight, settling a trance over the whole of the village as you made your way through smaller parties that gathered outside of the great hall, enchanted by the warm night. Feast nights were always your favorite, less of a formality than a festival or a celebration, you weren't so watched on a feast night as you were other times. 

"Have you come to join the dancing?"

Still, there were some whose gaze you never quite seemed to escape. As you addressed the rustling of bushes near your knees, you peered down in the dim light to find Ivar, stakes dug into the ground as he frowned up at you, obviously not amused by the playful teasing. 

"Perhaps someone could string me up like those nonsensical dolls they bring to market, wouldn't you enjoy that?" He retorted, thinking of the countless times he'd requested his mother have the man with the marionettes killed. Or punished violently, he wasn't picky. 

You bent your knees, squatting down so your butt hovered over the grass, reaching a hand out to stroke Ivar's cheek. He leaned his face into your touch, turning his head just so to brush his lips to your open palm.

"You think I am making fun of you? You forget then, I have felt the way you move against me when we are beneath the furs on your bed my love, there is no dance I long for more." You replied. 

Ivar huffed, tilting his head down just enough to nip at your exposed wrist, "now I know you are playing with me." He replied, "I should have you strung up like that marionettes."

When you smiled he couldn't deny the triumphant feeling that gripped his heart, as if some unknown force was saying 'look, you who is so plagued by hideous feelings and darkness, you have made the sun shine in the dead of night'. 

"You would enjoy that." You repeated his words back to him, a statement this time and not a question. 

Carefully, so that you didn't fall over completely, you stood back up, brushing your hands down the front of your clothing. Ivar watched you as the doors to the great hall sung open and more people filed out, shouting and laughing with each other. The lights inside the building and the ruckus had drawn your attention for a split second but then your gaze was back on Ivar, the soft light of the lanterns shining on his face and illuminating his blue eyes. 

"Shall we take our leave?" You asked, sounding somewhat conspiratorial as you watched him. 

Despite the informality of the feast, you were certain your parents would notice if you were gone for too long or if you left early. They'd been careful with you ever since you'd come of age, cautious of who took an interest in their youngest child. Though they knew better than to speak out of turn about the disabled son of Ragnar Lothbrok, you could see, and so could most everyone else, that he was not who they wanted you to spend time with. Ivar knew, certainly. He'd seen the disdainful looks but it rarely deterred him. Ivar had always been someone who got exactly what he wanted, whether through temper tantrums, deceit, manipulation, or someone's misguided pity. Still, he looked almost surprised at the suggestion, though it only showed for a split second before he was schooling his expression to a neutral one. 

"I thought feast nights were your favorite? Don't you want to celebrate all who have returned from raiding?" He asked, shifting his weight so he could look up at you with more ease.

"Of course I want to," you replied, ignoring the first of his questions, "but I don't think I need anyone in there watching me celebrate your safe return."

Ivar's face flushed up to his ears and you smiled in satisfaction. "You are worse than Loki with your tricks." 

"What tricks?" You asked, sitting this time, your legs crossed in front of you and knees brushing against his hands. You leaned forward, your face as close to Ivar's as you could be without touching him, "don't you want to celebrate?" 

"What would your father say, hm?" Ivar hummed, secretly thrilled when your hand found its place cradling his face again, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. 

"Are you really more interested in discussing my father?" You asked, "when I am famished and have been waiting since the ships first crested the horizon to feast?"

"Were you not just in the great hall?" Ivar questioned, squinting in the dim lantern light so that he could appraise your words. 

"I was. You weren't though and I have been eager to sink my teeth into you," you teased, snapping playfully at him. 

The flush was back on Ivar's cheeks tenfold, flustered by the very suggestion that you wanted to be with him. It wasn't the first time you and he had laid together. Thank god for that, Ivar thought briefly as you stood again, stepping off the path and back toward the bushes that Ivar had come out of before. 

Your first time together had been awkward and slightly painful and he had been embarrassed for some weeks afterward that you would be hesitant to speak to him again, let alone allow him in your bed. Some goddess had blinded you with love or lust or adoration though because you seemed so taken with him from then on that you often sought him out, much to his own excitement. Ivar was just as adoring and in love as you were, if not more. While it was more than true that he got exactly what he wanted all the time, it was always better when he was wanted back. 

"Are you coming?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him. 

"Yes. You'll notice it is a bit more difficult to turn around when you're unable to stand up." He grumbled, digging his stakes into the ground as he shifted himself around to follow you. 

"Perhaps, but I do so enjoy watching you."

"Humorous is it?" Ivar snapped, missing the way you smiled at his sour disposition. 

"Not the word I would use," you replied. "Is a snake in the grass humorous? Or is it beautiful? Dangerous? Exciting?" 

"I am a snake now?"

"Oh, most assuredly my love, you are full of venom. Though, I would gladly let you bite me." You teased, watching him as he caught up with you. 

"You have not let me yet," he replied, looking far more sour at that remark than at anything else you'd said all night.

"Patience."

He huffed, "I have endured a treacherous ocean, armies of men, illness, injury, near death...and you tell me to have patience?"

"Just for a simple kiss." You replied, as if it was nothing to him, "you have brought riches back with you...surely that means more than a simple kiss."

Ivar tugged your ankle as you stepped closer to him, knocking your legs out from under you and watching with satisfaction as you fell to the ground. 

"Ivar!" You laughed, uninjured and no less enamored with him than you had been before. He smiled, devious grin lighting up his features in the dark as he crawled over you, staking the ground over your sleeve so that you couldn't move away from him. "What are you doing?"

"I have no patience," he replied, "I shall have my feast here."

#collecting stories imagine #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless imagines #ivar the boneless x you #ivar the boneless x y/n #ivar ragnarsson x reader #ivar ragnarsson imagine #ivar the boneless fanfic #ivar the boneless fic #ivar lothbrok x reader #ivar lothbrok imagine #vikings imagine #vikings fanfic #vikings fan fiction

[ofwinterandspring]

THE REGENT / THE UNCLE

When Segal Moriel heard of his sister's demise at the hands of Levanmount, he knew he would do anything to protect and avenge the Moriel family name. And he did. He made waste of the Levan royal bloodline and forced its people under Aesian rule. That was ten years ago. Still, the Levan's want their sovereign, but how safe can it be to crown the Heir when he's spent those same ten years fighting insurrections.

charismatic ✘ shrewd ✘ proud ✘ trustful ✘ resentful

THE COUSIN / THE SCIENTIST

Although Rochlin Moriel's father preferred he'd locked himself in his lab than make a mockery of their family name. His father's disdain has not stopped the Heir from granting him all their support. With the looming war and stories of a deadly prophecy soon to unfold, he's ding all he can short of taking the throne, to help the Heir see another day.

loyal ✘ resourceful ✘ diplomatic ✘ persuasive ✘ grounded

THE HEIR'S GUARDIAN

Yardane Zered, better known as Dane, had barely been twenty-seven when he made an oath that if anything should happen to Aerben, his best friend and captain, he would take on the responsibility as legal guardian of Aerben's child. Dane never got to ask why Aerben thought him capable of raising a child. Or why Aerben had chosen to go on a trip that he'd never return from. All Dane knew was that he had a promise to keep and a child to raise and protect.

cynical ✘ stubborn ✘ diligent ✘ wise ✘ gentle

THE ASSASSIN

Santana Dur, a charming and witty barmaid most days. No one would guess that she was the same assassin many believed to be the demon from the woods. And she would have kept her anonymity had she not attempted to rob a curious and heavily disguised Heir out of sheer boredom. So maybe she gains a secret she can leverage at any moment's notice, but what good would it be when the Heir offers her gold and silver in exchange for her services.

unpredictable ✘ secretive ✘ fearless ✘ arrogant ✘ blunt

THE GUARDS / THE TWINS

The inside joke between the Riders is that Aymel and Lyron Dur must have shared a womb and have been lied to by their mothers. Because no matter what, it seems that the two can never be separated from each other for very long. Where they find one, the other is not far behind. Unfortunately, meeting the two can only mean one thing and that's imminent death. As guards to the Heir, they take their job seriously. Now, if anyone cares to even whisper of the things these two get up to at night rest assure that they will cease to exist.

intelligent ✘ daring ✘ flirtatious ✘ mischievous ✘ dramatic personable ✘ reliable ✘ genial ✘ charitable ✘ thorough

THE STORYKEEPER [THE SEER]

No one seems to know much about Zephan Caeth, the bard who loitered Aesian roads and caught the sights of their Heir, earning themselves the official title of Storykeeper of the Lands. All anyone knows is that whenever they play their oud, a truth is unveiled and little can be done to anticipate the lies it will break. They're a menace to all who wish to be ignorant and it's no surprise why the Aesian's are taken to them.

insightful ✘ artistic ✘ guarded ✘ diplomatic ✘ skeptical

THE GUARDIAN OF RILCHANAR

In what seemed to be a matter of seconds, Vyath Lya and their ward were stripped from their title and escorted to the borders of their city with no chance of return. Having pledged an oath should have saved them both. But, their friend refused to be silenced. So they followed their friend into the brume knowing that they would never find their way back. And what did it matter? All Vyath cared about was figuring out how they'd be allowed back in.

strong-willed ✘ loyal ✘ confident ✘ stubborn ✘ rational

MASTER BLACKSMITH OF NERILLIS

As one of the few Master Blacksmiths of Nerillis, Ivar Gailion knew he would never see the world outside the great caves. With responsibilities like keeping the Eternal fires from burning out, an honor bestowed on few, he should have lived his Immortal life passing on his gift to his apprentice. And somehow by doing just that, he finds himself leaving the caves behind, headed on a nameless journey with his closest friends— the ungifted apprentice who came to them several years ago.

compassionate ✘ dependable ✘ patient ✘ hearty ✘ tactful

SON OF RO [ACOLYTE]

Fievel Ro, wasn't in a place to question Ro's plan. If Ro thought that they best served as the Regent's hired protection, than they'd do just that. And, what was there to question when they were paid handsomely for it? Everything they ever wanted was at the tips of their fingers. So why was it that despite Ro's strict orders to stay away from the Heir, they couldn't stay away?

clever ✘ seductive ✘ self-indulgent ✘ reserved ✘ unreliable

#of winter and spring #interactive fiction #owas if #ch: fievel ro #ch: santana dur #ch: aymel dur #ch: lyron dur #ch: vyath lya #ch: ivar gailion #ch: rochlin moriel #ch: yardane zered #ch: segal moriel

[jadelynlace]

"All the Time"⎮ Ink Drinker Deleted Scene⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

read more of Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: Yeah, it's the super smutty piece I warned you all about. In hindsight, maybe it's not all that raunchy? I don't know. You can tell me. Also, fun fact! While I wrote this, my captain sat across the table from me, completely oblivious (he figured I was writing my care reports, and I was. Kinda). I literally have the best poker face.

Word Count: Just under 2,000 words (of porn)

Conversation falls around you. In the cool air of the evening you’ve grown comfortable with your legs thrown over Ivar’s thighs, sitting at an angle as his hand hooks around your shoulder. Drowning out the words around you as you scroll on your phone to decompress your social battery, bombarded with videos from Hvitserk as he thinks that’s a successful way to use his energy during his over time shift. And, quite frankly, he’s right.

“But where are people finding the time?” A voice says. “I work a full time job, I go to the gym, and I’m trying to get a full 8 hours of sleep and cook for myself—where do people find the time to date? To even hook up?” The voice continues.

“Ivar and I fuck all the time,” You say, and you don’t even really realize that you said it out loud until Ivar’s hand is over your mouth.

“That’s really all the input you have for the conversation?” Another voice says. You’re quick to lick Ivar’s palm as he lets out an estranged noise, wiping your salvia on your back.

“I’d have more of an input if we were actually having a conversation,” You mutter back.

“Why on earth would you lick my fucking palm?” Ivar says, shooting you a look. You lean into his ear closely before speaking:

“You don’t seem to be too upset when I lick the other things you put near my mouth,” 

There’s a low rumble from Ivar’s chest as he registers what you’re saying and you smile.

“What can we use as an excuse to leave?” He whispers to you.

“The fact that I work in the morning?” You try and Ivar just nods at that.

You climb off of him, standing with a stretch and you feel eyes on you.

“Leaving already?” Someone whines.

“Well, as riveting as this conversation is regarding your ability to not adapt to being adult,  I do have to work in the morning. So I am going to get those 8 hours of sleep you keep talking about,” You say.

“Well then, why are you leaving, Ivar?” 

“Uh, because I don’t want to wake her up in the middle of the night when I come home from the bar?” Ivar answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing.

“You can spend the night with me!” Aiden teases. 

“You have one bed,” Ivar tells him. 

“Exactly,” Aiden smirks.

“Do you…do you want to spend the night with him?” You tease. 

“No, no I do not,”

“Alright, why don’t you kiss him goodbye then,” You add, patting Ivar’s chest and Ivar shakes his head.

Aiden offers him a kiss through the air, and a wave, but Ivar only flips him off, rounding the corner to leave. Not a second passes before Ivar turns back around, looking at Aiden and returning that kiss through the air. 

*

You’re all but tossed onto the bed, a quick display in both Ivar’s strength and his dominance has you landing suddenly against the pillows before her’s climbing over you. Wasting no time as he comes to cover your body with his, mouth seeking yours. 

“Oh, so you really weren’t that mad at my comment,” You try, seeing if it’ll fuel his fight. Ivar doesn’t say anything as his mouth travels past the shell of your ear, meeting he nape of your neck and his teeth nip at your flesh. “Because revealing to them that we have “sex all the time” was not necessarily a lie,”

“Stop,” Ivar says suddenly, his blue eyes coming to catch yours. They flash with a quick display of anger, momentarily muting your brain and making you refocus on him. And how he’s in charge right now. 

“Stopping,” You peep back. 

“Good girl,” Ivar groans, mouth catching yours for a kiss that is all tongue. He would smile to himself at how well he knows you, but his lips are occupied. 

The last articles of his clothing are flung across the room as Ivar moves again, pushing his knee to divide your legs as they instinctively part for him. You can feel his hardness against your cunt throbbing, as Ivar’s hands come on each side of your head, pressing his weight through them while you both catch your breath. Hungry eyes trace you, and the wisps of the ends of his hair tickle your chest as his head tips to watch the space where you two are about to be connected. 

A low grumbles comes from Ivar’s chest as your hand reaches down, spreading your lips for him to see you. The same hand reaches up, grabbing Ivar’s chin as you pull his mouth towards yours again. 

“Are you waiting for something?” You tease him. 

Settling his legs over you, Ivar pulls away, shifting his weight as his hand grabs his length, The other rungs through his hair, pushing it from his view before tapping himself against you. Meeting your teasing with his own, the head of his cock finds your bundle of nerves, pressing ever so slightly as he hears you gasp. Your eyes flutter shut, bunching the sheets at your sides as his cock glides through your wetness. 

Ivar suddenly stops, a slow string of spit coming from his lips as it lands against your mouth. His fingers collect it, pressing them towards your clit before he takes them down his shaft. 

Pushing your hips into him, Ivar responds by slowing his motions, biting his bottom lip as his cock sinks into you, bottoming out until he’s flush against you. A deep moan climbs from his chest while he savors you fluttering around him. 

You reach at him, pulling him over you as his arms plant on each side of your head, moving before digging his fingers into your hair while his hips start up. Quickly they take force, slamming into you as the bed rocks against the walls. You hardly have a moment to grasp the sensation of how he feels inside of you, before he gets faster, moaning in your ear.

“Ivar,” You squeak. “Slow—” You grit out. “Slower,” You say and he stops, nuzzling against your head as his hips come to a halt. “Give a woman a chance to breath before you take away my ability to walk,” You mumble to him as you shift your body and Ivar only snickers from somewhere over you. 

Pulling back, Ivar lets go of your hair, smoothing it out slightly as he seeks out your lips again, humming into the kiss as your hands dance along his back. His hips roll lazily, your wetness collecting between you two and you offer him a sweet moan. 

“There are much better ways to take me if you want to go that fast,” You whisper to him. Ivar feels you push at him before his climbs back to let you move. Watching you crawl onto your stomach he pulls at your hips himself, positioning himself behind you while you nuzzle against the bed. His cock presses into you again, his chest coming over your back as the warmth radiates from him. Jutting the two of you up the bed, Ivar’s hips move as he wraps an arm around your waist, his free hand finding yours. 

Ivar’s thrusts are met with you pushing against him, chasing his cock in the brief moments it’s away from you while you hear the moans coming from his mouth. With your thighs shaking under him, you can’t help but moan his name, egging him on. 

As he chases his release, Ivar’s mind empties as he moves, your walls quivering around him with his arm attempting to pull you closer, even with no additional space. Through each grunt, each sweet sound you sing to him, Ivar’s muscles tense, the ache in his balls nearing an end before he pulls out of you suddenly. Moving away before he flips you in one quick display of his strength. 

Ivar moves again with his orgasm taking over his body. You feel the string of seed against your skin, watching him before you. Abs quivers as he breathes quickly, the final drops dribble from his flushed head, throbbing as it slides down his shaft. Only then is it collected as his fist moves to grab himself, and tap again against your cunt, swirling his essence against your mound. 

After a whisper of a moment, his fingers slide through your slit and press into you, curling them right against your sweet spot. Ivar leans over, lips hungrily against yours. As he feels your nails in his back, your teeth sink into his bottom lip while he pumps his fingers. 

Your mouth opens to moan and Ivar pushes his forehead against yours.

“Give it to me, Goddess,” Ivar whispers, “Come for me,” 

You can only whine in response, breathing deeply as Ivars fingers move, his eyes on yours and you can’t look away. His thumb comes against your clit, pressing in circles and you hum as the pleasure takes over your body. Your lashes flutter, a heat low in your belly as the coil tightens, as Ivar growls for you to open your eyes again.

“Look at me when you come,” Ivar tells you. Your eyes open as a blush covers your cheeks, the band finally snapping as you moan. Sinking your nails into his back before they move, grabbing his hair in an attempt to ground yourself as your orgasm rushes through your body. You grab his face again, pulling it back towards you to regain some control, as your mouth seeks his. 

Ivar slows his fingers as his breathing matches yours, lips lazily tackling one another as a satisfied groan comes from him. Moving, Ivar settles back over you, placing his weight carefully to cover you as you latch around him. Your hands take their turns from tracing his spine, to scratching his head as the man deflates above you, nuzzling into your cheek and you can’t help but smile. 

Moving again and putting his weight on his elbows, Ivar looks down at you, bumping your nose with his.

“Hi,” He says quietly.

“Hi, handsome,” You say back, a smile on your face. 

“You don’t…you don’t even work in the morning,” Ivar finally realizes. 

“I know,” You giggle and Ivar huffs, collapsing back over you. 

Tags:

@smileysam13579  @dreamtherapy @angelofthenightposts @unbetaedimagines  @readsalot73 @queen-sarang   @anastasiaskarsgard @andmyannabellee @peachyboneless @heavenly1927 @prettyinpayne @quantumlocked310 @mighty-ragnarssons @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom @queen-of-upshur @nanahachikyuu @fandomlifeandeverythingelse @fatedwithmbc  @hashimily @youbloodymadgenius @love-all-things-writing  @theanxietyqueen17b@trip2themoon @tgrrose @synnersaint @kataphine @prepare4trouble @abbiii72 @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog @93xdiagonxalley @ivarisms @nordicshieldmadien @ironynoticony  @ivarsgard @cosmicmerbabe @smears-and-spotsb@kaybee87 @t4medicroe @noway4u @southernbe @anakindoesntlikesand @mymindfuckery @noonespecial90 @hypocrtic-trash-baby @tessakate @ivarlover

*please message me to let me know if you would like to be added or removed from my tag list. specifications for series/etc. are also welcomed, as well as feedback.*

full masterlist can be found here.

#vikings au #vikings #modern vikings #ivar au #modern vikings au #ivar #modern ivar #vikings fiction #ivar lothbrok #ivar x you #modern ivar x you #ivar x reader #modern ivar x reader #ivar smut #modern ivar smut

[lokifromvalhalla]

A nice punishment

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗

Ivar The Boneless x [gender neutral] Reader Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 2 100 Kind of content: Oral fixation / Nipple play

Playing with his chest does get Ivar to shut up for a little. It feels way better than it should.

Not proofread! Sorry for any mistake!

╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

“How many times do I have to tell you?” You sighed as your hands ran across his warm back, feeling every muscle and the bump of every scar under your fingertips. That was something you had done so many times already that you almost memorized his whole back, always knowing if there was any new scar, as small as it could be.

Ivar scoffed, his back vibrating with each word. “And what do you want me to do? Simply not go anywhere? Just sit here like your little doll, is it?” Of course he would be dramatic, twist your words just so you could feel guilty and let him do whatever he wanted, but you already had a resistance to his whining just like Ubbe and Hvitserk, even if it wasn’t as strong. Dealing with Ivar wasn’t any new to you; you were there long before Ragnar returned, then with him when Ragnar came back and took him to England, helped avenge his father’s death, and now dominate York.

The flames from the torches hanging from the stone walls illuminated the room. Ivar had taken over the cathedral so he could establish his base, and used one of the  main rooms—probably the bishop's—for himself. It was wide, rather luxurious, as a noble's place. In the first days, you would just hang around the room, but with how he kept asking you to help him with massages or undoing his braces until late at night, now it was also yours.

Today was something like this. A long day of unnecessary efforts and blueish eyes by the morning had Ivar’s muscles protesting in pain, so you were there once again, your hands rubbing oil against his rough skin in an attempt to help him despite all the complaints. He did appreciate what you were doing, though. You knew it was some sort of facade because, even between four walls and a closed door, Ivar still had to keep his goddamn posture at least in a few points to ‘keep you humble’. As if you couldn’t shape him exactly the way you wanted, just like Ubbe would do with his younger brothers sometimes.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea,” you chuckled against his skin and pressed a kiss to the back of his ear. “My pretty little doll, all for me to use, hm?”

Ivar was silent for a moment, choking on his own words to the same level his cheeks heated up, just seconds before he was turning around and throwing his hands in the air. “What do you think you’re saying? I’m going to feed you flaming hot iron if you keep it like this!”

Another chuckle escaped your lips as you pushed him to face forward again. “And what?” You pulled him against you so his back met your chest instead. “Lose your best warrior? Best strategist? I don’t think you could handle even a day without me, knowing I’m not coming back,” you mumbled, chin over his shoulder and arms under his whilst watching your hands work against his ribs, slowly going up.

Whatever was going on in Ivar’s mind, vanished at the moment your hands started running over his chest. Instead, there were only quiet and incoherent grumbles that you could barely make out. “(Y/n), what...” His words trailed off, breath caught in his throat—he tried to fight against the will to arch his back at the feeling of your fingers tracing his nipples, running around them until they were hard. "Wh..."

"I'm just doing the massage you asked for," you scoffed, hands going down his torso just to come up and stop right under his pecs, proceeding to go up slowly. Ivar hissed at the friction as he arched his back; his hands tugged a little on the sheets before they found their way to your thighs, hence his nails sank into the skin messily in an attempt to both ground himself and warn you. Fruitlessly, of course. "How was your day, Ivar? You just mentioned why you're in so much pain, but never really told me what happened while I was gone.”

“Quit playing.”

“I asked you a question.” The weight in your voice had him shutting up for a moment, though the silence was quickly broken by a moan. Your fingers pinched his nipple, and it shouldn’t feel so good.

Ivar sucked in a breath, at first just spitting out stutters until the way you squeezed his pec had him speaking. “I—I was training, but then got... got in a fight.”

Got in a fight? You clicked your tongue. “Ivar. You woke up with blue-ish eyes, why would you even do that?” It was entertaining to watch how sensitive he was, slowly starting to squirm just because of his chest being fondled.

An indignant gasp came from Ivar, but he paused for a moment; his head leaned back against your shoulder for a moment while his hand adjusted against your thigh. “No...! I couldn’t let that happen! H—He was challenging me! Provoking!” His voice cracked once you pinched his nipple, playing with it between your index finger and your thumb, daring to give it an experimental tug. A louder gasp escaped his lips, back arched against you.

Oh, the old discourse about how a cripple can’t rule properly, you thought. It was already getting annoying to deal with.

“Of course, you ignored everything,” you mumbled, continuing to pinch his nipple, though now also doing the same to the other, and it was enough to start reducing him to pieces—the already uneven breathing lost its pace completely while his fingers trying to grip onto your skin however they could, almost having him throw his hips in the air in search for friction. “and grabbed your little sword so you’d kill the poor man.”

“Not a poor man!” Ivar growled. “He dared to doubt... of one of the sons...” He never finished his sentence, words lost into the dark corners of the room once you let go of him so you could get off your position. “Hey! What are you doing?” The blue irises were nothing but thin rings around the dilated pupils that observed you in desire.

Your chuckle had his eyebrows lowering, mouth pursing. “I thought you didn’t like it?” You raised an eyebrow, moving around until you straddled his thighs, pushing him back against the pillows. Whatever answer he had on the tip of his tongue, it died down with the way you parted his legs with a knee, carefully, instead earning yourself a glare, but it would take a lot more to discourage you. His hips were warm under your hands as you held onto them while leaning down to press kisses to his neck, sometimes nibbling on the skin. “You complain so much, sometimes I don’t know whether it’s real or not. How do you feel being so annoying?” 

“I think that you should shut the fuck up before getting yourself killed.” Empty words, of course. Ivar liked the teasing, if anything. In contrast to his words, his arms wrapped around your shoulders at the same time he threw his head back into the pillows to grant you more access.

You breathed a chuckle against his skin, feeling it rise with a shiver according to how you trailed down. “Oh, honey, you still insist on tricking yourself that you can live without me? Pitiful.”

It was fun to tease Ivar then silence him, watch the frustration build up in groans and quiet complaints, his nails sometimes pressing into your skin a little too hard. He was once again silenced, letting out a hum instead at how your lips worked on a spot some inches down his collarbones, sucking and nibbling on the skin until a purple spot was left behind. You knew he had some sort of sensitivity when it came to his chest, but you never knew it was that great until you decided to start exploring it that night; it probably was greater that time, given how long he had gone without being touched like that.

The way he shuddered and breathed shakily just because of how your tongue ran flat over his nipple was truly rewarding. You did it once more, this time snatching a moan that extended itself by how his crotch found a nice source of friction when meeting your thigh on the way once it pushed up. Your grip on his hips didn’t really prevent him from moving, more of guiding his movements and limiting his freedom.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you came untouched,” you mention. You could taste the light herbal taste of the oil on your tongue—it wasn’t bad, actually.

Ivar clicked his tongue, glancing down at you with a glare that would’ve made anyone else start praying for their life, but not you. Never you. That look didn’t give you anything more than entertainment. “Do you wish to die?”

“To kill you would be fun, actually.” A grin tugged on your lips, easily having Ivar more flustered. He wasn’t in position to criticize anything anymore, nor had enough coherent thoughts for it; he just turned his head away instead.

At first, soft kisses surrounded his nipple, soon being replaced by your teeth softly tugging on the skin, and there it was—whines spilled from his mouth with every nib until he clasped a hand over his own mouth in an attempt to muffle his sounds. It had you pausing, taking a moment to observe his messy form. Sweat had some of his hair strands stuck to his forehead, skin already flush and glistening softly under the dancing light of the flames. His chest heaved up and down with the deep sharp inhales.

The lack of interaction had Ivar’s eyes slowly turning to look at you, and that fucking deathly gaze had something stirring in your lower stomach.

“I wanna hear you,” you finally said, pressing a kiss to his fingers before you started to tug his hand away from his face, finally kissing his lips instead. His hands somehow felt in the way of something, something he didn’t know, but it still didn’t really feel right to just grip onto the sheets while you worked on him. He whined softly against your lips, kissing back with little care because all that mattered was how good you treated him, nibbling on his lips and letting your tongue meet his.

His back started arching once you started trailing down his neck once again, this time starting to nibble on the area around his nipple right away, this time working on the opposite one, with your hands back around his hips, tightly. “Fuck,” he whispered softly, voice tight in his throat, soon replaced by a moan. Your lips wrapped around his nipple to suck softly on it until he was arching his back and fighting against your hands, so you’d change to running your tongue flat against the nub instead.

It was slow and agonizing. Every single time the feeling would start to take over Ivar, erase the thoughts away from his head and have his eyes rolling back, you were there to pull him down, ground him again. Ivar crashed back into reality with quiet complaints and groans that only motivated you to continue, even if your lips would be left sore later. Then, there it was, finally. This time, you weren’t pulling away at the moment his hips started pushing up; you continued to suck on his nipple, even letting your teeth tug on it, and he wasn’t even that restrained anymore, with one of your hands letting go of him to instead fondle with the opposite side of his chest.

A string of curses escaped Ivar’s lips, though soon interrupted by the lack of air in his lungs, his teeth gritted and eyes pressed shut. His hips dragged slowly against your thigh, sending sparkles up his body and down again, right to his lower stomach. His shorter breaths had each time more space between them, as if just breathing would drive his focus away from his release, but then, there it was; a long moan was drawn from his lips at the same moment he finally came. As much as you wanted to see the face he was making, it seemed more of an advantage to continue messing with him until he was squirming, on the edge of oversensitivity.

You pressed a kiss to the bright red skin before you finally brought yourself up to look at him. He had his eyes shut, mouth moving lightly in inaudible mumbles to himself until he opened one eye lazily to observe you.

“You good, love?”

Ivar nodded lightly. “Do you need me to...?”

“No, no.” You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “For the gods, Ivar,” you chuckled, “look at you. Came untouched, in your pants!” And just a few words had the haze that took over him fading away, replaced by his usual annoyance, curses and threats that escaped his lips seemingly unstoppingly.

#fan fic #fan fiction #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #vikings #writing #ubbe ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #hvitserk lothbrok #ragnar lothbrok

[theinheriteddutchess]

People don't understand, I need disturbed men

#but fictional of course #fictional men only please #i have a long list of disturbed men #Ivar the boneless #spike #terry silver #Damian Grimaldi #deacon shape #Lee Bodecker #lance Tucker #Steve Kemp #ransom Drysdale #Anakin Skywalker #it can go on and on

[tempestuous-tempest]

I've never had a questionable "Here Me Out" character until I decided to replay and hopefully finish Assassin's Creed Valhalla. Well, I mean, Jordi or Malik from Watch_Dogs could count but both are more socially acceptable than this one. And this one doesnt even match any of my usual points for liking a guy.

#video games #assassin's creed #assassin's creed valhalla #ac valhalla #here me out #this is a problem #fictional characters #ivar the boneless #ac valhalla ivarr #ivar ragnarsson #send help

[bxwitched]

Masterlist

18+ only, minors do not interact. Explicit content, please heed the warnings.

Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters, nor do I profit from them. This is simply for fun.

Vikings

Ivar the Boneless

Voyeur

Character pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

- Part 1 Summary: You catch Ivar watching you bathing.

- Part 2 Summary: You indulge yourself in Ivar’s voyeuristic habits.

Captive

Character pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader / Ivar the Boneless x You

Series summary: You find yourself a captive of Ivar the Boneless.

- Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Diamonds Are Forever

Character pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Series summary: You’re rescued from being one of Vought’s experiments, but are you really safe?

- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

Top Gun: Maverick

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Come Fly With Me

Character Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Series Summary: After you find yourself in a spot of trouble, a favour from a friend lands you in the classroom at Top Gun.

- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

To Be With You Summary: Jake takes a shine to the Admiral's new aide.

Marvel

Frank Castle

Healing Hands Summary: You clean Frank up after a hard night.

Waiting Eyes Summary: Frank has watched and he's waited, but now his patience has run out.

Bucky Barnes

Avenging Angel Summary: Bucky tries to lay low whilst in Bucharest but finds that he can't ignore a woman in need.

#masterlist #ao3 writer #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #vikings fanfiction #history vikings #soldier boy fan fiction #ao3 fanfic #the boys fanfiction #the boys #vikings #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #ivar the boneless #hangman top gun #jake seresin #the punisher #frank castle #daredevil frank castle

[bouncehousedemons]

Milk

Rating: E Pairing: (Modern) Ivar the Boneless x female character (second person, no use of y/n) Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus Word count: 450

Summary: Ivar hates milk. Until he tastes it on your lips.

Read the full fic here.

#vikings fan fiction #vikings history #vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar #ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #ivar x reader #ivar fanfiction #ivar's heathen army #vikings ivar #ivar x you #vikings fic #vikings history channel #vikings fandom

[vikingsmasterlist]

The Mystic's Dance

One

Two

Three

Four

#vikings #vikings fanfic #vikings fanfiction #vikings fic #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless fanfic #ivar the boneless fiction #historical fanfiction

[andrewckeeper]

LIDMF AI "Viking sword found in an abandoned mine in the United Kingdom of unknown date, a being that does not belong to this planet is seen engraved on it and with which the Viking people probably fought in ancient times" "espada vikinga encontrada en una mina abandonada de reino unido de desconocida datación, se observa grabado en ella a un ser que no pertenece a este planeta y con el que probablemente luchó el pueblo vikingo en la antiguedad"

#vikings #ragnar #athelstan #ragnar x athelstan #ragnar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #horror #terror #alien species #aliens #alien abduction #sci fi #extraterrestrial #ufos #science fiction #alien vs predator #swords #sword #skyward sword #pokemon sword and shield #four swords #knight #sword art online #armor #axe #spear #cloak #iron #steele #blacksmith

[lostasalice-thisway]

welcome to a story that is inspired by the amazing Alex Høgh Andersen

👩🏼‍🤝‍👨🏻

📍 L. A.

🌞🌠💦🔥

words: 4100

beta-reader: @ivarlover (thanks a million for helping me with the translation from german to english!)

#ff #fiction #alexhoeghandersen #californiakingsize #californiadreaming

California King Size

It was a warm summer evening when Tom and Ben prepared their terrace for a nice barbecue. While they set up the dining table, took care of food and drinks, Natalie and Helena, Tom’s wife were upstairs to get dressed. Only a few close friends were expected to join them this evening.

What Natalie didn't know was that Alex would be there, too. She had met him for the first time a few weeks ago at a dinner at the two brothers' house and they hit it off right away. They shared the same humor, which could also be a bit darker, and were sometimes a little sarcastic. Besides, she had liked how charming Alex was.

He had given her the impression that he always thought of others first instead of himself and had been very attentive. Of course, his good looks didn't go unnoticed either. The full, dark hair, the bright blue eyes with the laugh lines that underlined his positive nature. Not only did he have laugh lines, he also had a really bright smile.

Little did she know, he'd recently landed back in L.A. Ben had deliberately kept it from her, as he suspected that she found Alex more than just likeable. Alex was actually from Denmark, but he was on the road a lot because of his job as an actor, and now he's back in the Californian sun. Natalie was also only visiting. She lived in cold Germany. She had known Tom and Ben, who originally came from Germany themselves, for a number of years and was always happy to be with them again.

One last check in the mirror before she made her way downstairs, she wore a dark green one-shoulder dress that reached just to her knees and whose color brought out the color in her eyes. Her blonde ponytail swished as she walked down the steps. On the way down she met Helena and together they stepped onto the terrace. Tom whistled appreciatively at the sight of his wife, but then immediately complimented Natalie, too. She answered with a bright smile, glad, she obviously made a good choice.

Shortly thereafter, the four sat with their guests around the long table and enjoyed the first glass of wine. One chair was still empty. Natalie looked at Ben questioningly, "Who's still missing?"

"What do you mean?" Ben acted all innocently and shrugged his shoulders. At that moment, another car drove up the long driveway to the courtyard. From the distance, all Natalie could tell was that it was a man. He was wearing a long light coat

and sunglasses. As he got closer, Natalie wasn't sure if she was seeing correctly. Then the guy stepped onto the terrace, took off the dark sunglasses and Natalie's heartbeat quickened when she saw the blue eyes.

Alex grinned and greeted everyone in turn. Natalie sat at the end of the table and was the last he said his hello to. Naturally, he hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "Nice to see you!"

Natalie hugged him back, breathing in his scent and hoping her heart wasn't pounding too loudly. "It's nice to see you, too!" The moment was already over and Alex dropped onto the only free seat across from her.

Now that they were complete, Tom could begin serving. There were steaks, skewers and, for the vegetarians, plenty of grilled vegetables to go with all the side dishes. It was a relaxed gathering.

Natalie found out, in passing, that Alex had been in L.A. for two days and would be staying for a little more than over a week. Ben would still have to explain to her why he had kept all this from her!

As the evening progressed, the better it got. Of course, that was partly due to the wine, but also to the many stories that were told. Music was playing in the background the whole time, which was turned up louder after the meal. Tom and Ben's dogs ran between them, trying to catch a bite or two.

The group gradually broke away from the rigid seating arrangement at dinner. Some more or less danced, others moved up a chair to have a better conversation with whoever was sitting there.

So it happened that suddenly, Alex was sitting next to Natalie. "Cheers!" He held out his glass to her. She clinked glasses with him and their eyes met. According to an old German custom, you had to look each other in the eye while toasting if you didn't want to risk seven years of bad sex. She didn't know if that was common in Denmark, but Alex didn't avoid her eyes, but held them. Again, she felt her heart rate increase.

"Nice coat." She commented on his exceptionally chic outfit for a dinner with friends.

"Oh, that's only because I was at the GQ Awards!" laughed Alex, "I couldn't show up in jeans and sneakers like I normally do." He told her a little bit about the event. He sounded casual, not like he'd just been to one of the city's biggest partys. He didn't drop big names, but talked about the atmosphere, the good food, and the tiring drive through hellish L.A. traffic. He more or less complained that he'd spent most of the day just sitting, at the event, in the car, at dinner. He had the feeling that he had to stretch his legs and asked her if she would like to walk around the property with him. Natalie didn't have to think twice to say yes. Alex poured more wine for both of them, they took their glasses and went down the few steps of the terrace into the spacious garden.

In the meantime, it had gotten dark, and the lanterns were the only things that still lit up the paved path through the large garden. The path was narrow and so it came to small touches of both their arms from time to time. It led around the large pool with a waterfall and past the rose bushes and garlands that Tom had planted for Helena, a small viewing platform with a great view over the city.

Alex and Natalie leaned against the railing and enjoyed the view for a moment. The Hollywood Hills could be seen in the distance. "Ever been there?" Alex asked, pointing in the direction of the famous writing.

Natalie said, "No, it hasn't happened yet. I'm not so sure if I would make it all the way up there," she joked, "I'm not in the best condition."

"That's easy to find out! How about tomorrow morning?" he grinned.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid that's not a good idea after all the wine tonight!" Natalie laughed.

"Well, you're probably right there," he nodded in agreement, "Maybe another day. By the way, I think it's a nice coincidence that we're both in town at the same time. Funny though, that we both have to fly 9000km to see each other when there are only a few hundred of them between us at home."

"That's right. But at home we wouldn't have such a great view either or such nice weather. It only rains in Denmark, doesn't it?” She grinned, knowing that wasn't true at all.

He promptly protested. "Hey, you haven't experienced a real Scandinavian summer yet!"

"No, definitely not!"

"Well, then I'll have to fly you out in a few weeks and show you how beautiful Copenhagen can be!" Natalie looked surprised but Alex added to his invitation by listing which café served the best Danish breakfast and where the best place to enjoy the sun would be. At the moment, however, he did not mention that this was still best done on his own terrace at home. "Well, you absolutely have to come!" he confirmed his suggestion.

"I'd really like that," she replied and meant it.

Natalie now put her glass on the floor next to her, because she had just drunk the last sip of wine. The light from the lanterns was sparse, but it was enough for Alex to survey the silhouette of her figure as she bent down. Her dress was tight, emphasizing her shapely body. It was sexy and yet it had class.

Natalie quickly stood next to him again and Alex tried to appear as unaffected as possible. She, on the other hand, wrapped her arms around her body, it was a bit breezy on the platform.

"You're getting cold," Alex stated and before Natalie could even react, he had taken off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thank you!" she smiled happily.

"Of course," he returned her smile.

Even in this dim light, his eyes still seemed to shine. She didn't know if it was the wine, his smile, or the light breeze blowing off the mountains, but she felt her face flush and was glad it was too dark for Alex to see. Now that he was out of his coat, his muscular upper arms were revealed. The white T-shirt not only stretched over his biceps, his abs also showed underneath.

She wrapped his coat tighter around her, wrapping herself in the warm fabric. Alex reached out and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in a little to warm her. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying the feeling of his hand caressing her.

Alex took this as an "okay" and put his other arm around her, too, wrapping it around her. She grabbed it as he now pulled her in front of him to be able to hold her even tighter, and she didn't protest, but pressed her back against his upper body. Alex rested his head on her shoulder, their cheeks touching. The warmth of his body against her back relaxed her, her fingers absently stroking his arm. He dropped his hand until he found hers and their fingers intertwined.

As they stood there, the wind carrying the music from the house, Alex began to hum softly in her ear. Together, they swayed to the beat of the music until Alex turned her around, wrapped his arms around her waist inside the coat, and pulled her towards him.

Still, they moved to the sound spilling across the garden. Alex smiled at her as his hands slowly traveled up from her hips, along her sides, up her arms and to her shoulders. He took her face into his hands, running his thumb over her cheek. Their eyes were locked in each other's. They stayed that way as Alex slowly approached. As she closed her eyes, she saw him licking his lips. When his mouth met hers, she felt like everything inside her was going to tighten. He felt so good. The kiss was gentle and soft. Alex took his time to taste her lips before letting his tongue find its way, exploring her mouth, playing with her tongue. Her hands reached out to him for support, clawing at his t-shirt. Alex's kiss grew more intense, more demanding, his heart beating faster under her hands.

After what felt like an eternity, they let go of each other, both breathless. Alex still had his hand on her back, stroking her. Leaning her head against his chest, she heard him say that maybe they should slowly go back to the house. She no longer wanted the company of the others, but they couldn't stay there forever.

He seemed to read her mind. "Are you still cold? Would you rather go inside?” She wasn't cold anymore, but it was just the right excuse for her, so she said yes. Alex took her hand and they walked back to the mansion. The circular path that ran through the garden now led them to the other side of the building, so they escaped the others.

Natalie opened the sliding glass door to the living room and pulled Alex into the warmth. She turned to him.

"My guest room is upstairs." Her gaze pointed up the sweeping wide staircase. He was only too happy to accept the invitation and more enthusiastically than Natalie had expected. His gaze followed hers, looked back at her, gripped her hand tighter and led the way up the stairs. She allowed him to take her to the first floor without protest.

Once there, she pointed in the direction of the door at the end of the long hallway. Alex purposefully walked towards it, but then pushed her in front of him, so she could open the door to her bedroom for him. With a quick movement he pulled her into his arms and kicked the door shut behind him with his foot as he began to kiss her.

Then, for a moment, he let go of her and began to pull his coat off her. "You don't need this anymore." The designer piece landed unnoticed on the floor.

Already, his hands were on her body again. With a practiced grip, he grabbed her, lifted her, and carried her over to the bed, laying her gently on it. Instead of lying down next to her as she expected, Alex stayed at the foot of the king size bed. She leaned on her forearms, straightened her upper body, and saw him kneel down and began to undo the straps of her high heels. First one, then the other. Her hands kept stroking her knuckles, his eyes never turning away from hers.

When the shoes were on the floor, he straightened up and from there made his way up to her from the foot end. His hands ran down her legs, kissing her skin again and again as he slowly inched closer to her.

Her dress had ridden up a bit. Now, as he moved upwards, beneath the dark green, he caught a glimpse of a piece of black lace. His hands pushed the dress up a notch while his mouth explored the soft skin on the inside of her thighs.

She had long since leaned back. She now enjoyed the touch of Alex lips on her body, but finally, he lifted his head and slid his way the last bit up to her. His hand ran down her sides, found the zipper on her dress, and unzipped it. The dress was tight, but with a sharp tug, Alex freed her and threw it onto the floor next to the coat and her shoes. She lay in front of him, only in her underwear.

He withdrew from her, standing at the foot of the bed again.

She watched him as he now undressed one piece of clothing after the other, never taking his eyes off her. He pulled his white t-shirt over his head, dropped it, and now stood in front of her in his black boxers.

His hands gripped the band of his Calvin Kleins as he slowly pulled them off. She let go of his gaze and let her eyes wander down to what his hands were doing. His underpants slipped to the floor, revealing what was hidden underneath. She exhaled and prepared to crawl to the foot of the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, looked up at Alex, and reached out to him.

His stomach muscles tightened under her palms and he placed his hands on hers. Their eyes locked together. His fingers trailed down her arms to her face. He bent down and kissed her, letting his hands wander until he could grab her hair. With one hand he undid her braid. Golden strands cascaded down her back.

Alex grabbed her hips and pushed her back onto the bed. This time, however, he joined her, bending over her, his face directly over hers. He didn't let go of her, ran his fingers over her skin, seeming to explore every inch of it.

Only with his fingertips did he stroke the insides of her thighs, making her shiver. Then his hand slowly wandered up, only the fabric of her panties separating it from her skin, as he ran over her middle, to her stomach, to the base of her breasts. Her body reacted to the slightest touch from him, pressed against his hand. She was hungry for him, wanted to feel him, taste him.

He knew what he was doing and the effect he was having on her, how much she wanted him. Deliberately taking his time, he just looked at her. He saw the hunger in her emerald eyes, the blush on her cheeks, and the way she licked her lips.

Then he finally gave in, leaning towards her, and when his lips touched hers, it was almost like an electric shock. She wrapped her arm around his neck and dug her fingernails into his thick, dark brown hair. His lips were soft, his kisses gentle, until his tongue parted her lips, found its way to her tongue, and the softness gave way to passion. His hand didn't stop stroking her. He ran his thumb under the top of her black bra, stroked her breasts, almost touched her nipples, but withdrew his hand and with his quick movement undid the front clasp of her bra.

She lowered her arm so he could free her from the piece of cloth that ended up somewhere on the bedroom floor. Against her will, his tongue withdrew from her mouth, his face moved a few inches away from hers. He bit his lower lip in anticipation. His hand stroked her cheek, traveled down her neck, her collarbone, and rested between her breasts for a moment. He felt her heartbeat increase, even though he was doing almost nothing except looking at her and enjoying the sight of her perfectly formed cups. Then he leaned down to her, his hand moved to the right, cupping her left breast, squeezing it only lightly while his mouth found her right nipple, sucking it in slightly, playing with it with his tongue.

Now, she could no longer suppress a groan; she enjoyed his touch too much. He looked up and grinned contentedly. He straightened up a little, slipped his arms under her body, and lifted her up a bit so that he was now directly above her. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she pulled him down to her, wanting to feel his mouth on hers. While their tongues played with each other, his hands stroked down her spine. Again, she hardly felt the touch. She could only guess, which only increased her desire. So she didn't protest when she felt his fingers under her panties.

With the other arm he held her body tightly, creating a few centimeters of air to enclose her buttocks. His grip tightened, his kisses deepened. With a quick jerk he finally slid her panties down over her hips, a practiced move, and the piece of cloth had slipped down her legs and off her feet.

She felt the palms of his hand on her back as he pulled her closer to him. His grip was strong yet gentle. His body consisted almost entirely of muscles, his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his well-toned back. She didn't think he would feel so good. She couldn't keep her hands off him. His skin felt hot under her fingers as she stroked his chest, feeling his stomach muscles flex as she stroked it. His hand grabbed hers, pressed her close to his body and moved her further down.

He kept looking at her as he pushed her hand deeper and deeper. First it was just her fingertips, then her whole hand that lay over his shaft. With a kiss he stifled the moan that escaped her and closed her hand around his cock. Slowly he began to move her hand up and down, but all too willingly she took over. Under her pressure he became completely hard and she could already guess how massive he would feel if he were inside her.

His pulse quickened, the warmth spread through his body. His kisses became more demanding. He grabbed her, grabbed her waist and gripped a little harder than he intended. Almost greedily he pressed her even closer to him so that there was hardly any space between them. Her pelvis pushed so close to his, she felt him clearly between her legs. Her hand was more of a nuisance now, so she pulled it back and pressed her pelvis against his.

He felt her heat and rubbed against her a few times. His face moved a little away from hers, wanting to watch what was about to happen next.

He slipped his arms under her hips and positioned her exactly where he wanted her. She looked at him expectantly, but he didn't want to redeem her directly yet. Instead, he slipped his hand between them, rubbing it over her center, letting it slide further down, only to find how much she really wanted him. Easily, he slipped his finger in and out of her a few times, which she acknowledged with a distinct moan. She wanted more than just his finger, and he didn't want to wait any longer either.

When she felt his tip at her opening, she pushed against him. He took his time, knowing that he could suddenly be too much for her. And so he slowly got closer to her, filling her more and more while her fingernails clawed deeper into his muscular arms. Until finally, he was as close to her as he wanted and began to move rhythmically inside her.

He still looked into her face, saw her pink, full lips, her mouth slightly parted. Heard her breathing quicken as he intensified his movements. She closed her eyes, wanting to fully savor the feeling of him inside her.

She lowered her arms, letting them fall onto the cool sheets, clutching them as he thrust harder and harder. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. His hands caressed her body, stroking the soft skin of her breasts and her hard nipples.

He explored her with his mouth, playing with her, hearing her moan into his mouth whenever he was fully inside her, letting him know she was enjoying what he was doing, showed him by reaching out to him. He grabbed her hands, stretched her arms over her head, and held her there. His mouth traveled from hers to her neck, sending soft kisses down her skin. She felt his breath on her ear as he nibbled lightly on it, heard his pleasure increasing with every thrust inside her. Her hands clasped together, and she held onto him as she felt drawn deeper and deeper into the dark ocean of his blue eyes. She wished it would never end but realized how close he was to the brink.

He also knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, unlike her. With one hand he kept a firm grip on her while the other sought her center.

She gasped as he slipped an extra finger inside her, only to immediately slide it back up until he found her bud. He rubbed her gently while his cock moved harder than before deep inside her. Heat spread between their bodies, sweat formed on their skin.

Alex's hand applied more pressure, his moan deepening. She felt herself losing control, her body reaching out to him of its own accord. He felt her tense, enclosing him even tighter, which finally plunged him into the depths. An almost animalistic growl escaped his open mouth as Alex arched his back and came inside her with one last hard thrust. Her eyes snapped open, gasping for breath as she finally hit her climax at the same time she felt Alex cumming inside her. Her hand reached for his, stopping his finger still rubbing her bud as her orgasm slowly ebbed away.

Alex moved inside her a few more times, finally relaxing and coming to rest on her with his upper body. Both were breathing heavily, only slowly their heartbeats calmed down again. They just lay there for a moment, his head resting on her neck, her arms wrapped around his. She stroked the back of his neck, ruffling the mop of dark hair that rose as Alex kissed her gently and then he carefully pulled out of her.

For a while, they just lay next to each other, unable to keep their hands off each other. Eventually, Natalie turned towards the window, gripping Alex's arm so that she pulled him with her. They lay there tightly embraced, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness until one by one they fell asleep.

#alex høgh andersen #fiction #fanfic #ivar the boneless #writing #short fiction #short story

[ivarsjournal]

Among US

One time, in the small village of Oxygen, yellow was strolling down the main road leading to and from this village. This village was located just beside the edge of the nearby forest, making Oxygen a peculiar wood-harvesting settlement. Many nearby villages, like Navigation and Weapons, often venture to Oxygen for trade. They offer food and pelts for common logs. Yellow, thinking this day to be a normal one, was soon to realize differently. Red was approaching from outside the village. He went out to Navigation for a diplomatic journey, or so he said. His expression was dull, as he slowly crept towards Yellow. Yellow expected nothing short of a tired Red and a quick hello, however, as they passed, a sharp and cold pain struck Yellow. The warm sensation of blood rolled down his lower stomach, and he looked towards Red holding a bloodied knife. Yellow fell to the ground, losing his breath by the second.

Red walked off, thinking the job was done... Right as the blue glimmer of a shield healed Yellow's wound.

#short story #among us #fantasy #medieval #ivars journal #series: among us (fantasy) #fan fiction

[compact-turtle]

Welcome To Your Local Yandere Bookstore

Greetings, fellow reader. Your bookstore owner, Turtle, is more than delighted to have you here.

-about your fellow bookstore owner,

-21, she/her, and trying to pass her college courses.

-about the bookstore + requests..

Will mainly be OCS

-however, will update if comfortable writing fandoms in the future

-I love requests and seeing your thoughts and comments!

-Note: I will try to get through your requests/asks. However, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to get through them all!

-> Book requests open <-

-the bookstore is welcoming to all but please be warned...

>Content Warning: Purely fictional. Does not condone real life behavior. Please stay safe in real life and look out for these behaviors in real people. Please block or refrain from interacting if uncomfortable with content.

18+ Blog that contains multitude of sensitive topics and content

Some Examples:

-violence, blood, etc

-Noncon/Dubcon

-Yandere fiction

Your bookstore owner will always try to include all trigger warnings for the story at the start! If she ever misses any, let her know and she will fix it.

-will not write…

-incest

-feet/watersports/urine/

-racist/homophobic/transphobic

-bdsm, S/M

-MASTERPOST LIST

Atticus (Yandere Farmer)

GENERAL VIBE AND LOOK

Fanart <3

MAIN STORY LINE

PART 1 PART 2

DRABBLES/THOUGHTS/ASKS

Random info about him

Sunbathing spicy nsfw

How would they be like with kids? (All Yans)

asks: Asks 1 Ask 2 Ask 3 Asks 4

Orion (Yandere Space Explorer)

GENERAL VIBE AND LOOK (under Atticus Link)

MAIN STORY LINE PART 1

DRABBLES/THOUGHTS/ASKS

Random info about him

I'll listen to you next time. Okay? (Spicy 1k follower nsfw)

Asks: Asks 1

Ivar (Yandere Soldier)

GENERAL VIBE AND LOOK (under Atticus Link)

MAIN STORY LINE

PART 1

DRABBLES/THOUGHTS/ASKS

headcanon

Asks:

Ask 1

————————————-

misc-yandere drabbles and headcannons

Yandere Bounty Hunter

————————————-

Anons

🪷

Please have a good time and enjoy your stay at your local yandere bookstore, fellow reader!

[jadelynlace]

Full-Term⎮Ink Drinker Blurb⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

Read more Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: I teased about it, and you guys begged for it (pun intended). Now, I have never been pregnant, and for any of my followers who have, I apologize if this is no where near close to the actual experience of pregnancy. But I did try my best.

Content Warnings: Pregnancy sex (full term), mentions of birth and Ink Ivar (who is really in need of a warning all on his own).

Word Count: Just shy of 2000 words.

You were ready for it to be over. The past 38 weeks had been full of surprises, watching your body change, watching Ivar fall in love with you all over again. How he could not get enough of the way you are growing a human inside of you. From the photos, to painting your bump, to finding out that you’re about to bore the first Lothbrok girl in over five generations. Ivar was through the moon. But you, oh, you were ready for it to be over.

The thought of birth is exhilarating, it is terrifying. You’ve seen it in the field; in its glory, in its horror. You hadn’t yet made up your mind as to whether you wanted the intimate home birth, or the hospital birth. You stacked up the complications you could have, often leaving you awake at night, or slithering into your dreams. Too many times you’ve envisioned waking up in your own pool of blood or worse: leaving Ivar alone as a single parent to a newborn.

Walking hardly helps, walking at an angle hardly helps. You roll on the exercise ball, as Ivar sneaks glances at how you move your hips, wishing it was him below you. Helga has offered you tea, blends that she claims helped her deliver both Phoenix and Apollo rather quickly. Hvitserk makes a game at trying to jump out from around the corners at the station, hoping it’ll scare you into labor. But he’s only ever been met with the sight of your middle finger. 

Desk duty at the station is tedious enough, but you could easily do without the input of the men you work with. It was hard to believe some of them were medics, even harder to believe that they were fathers themselves. 

“We could have sex,” Ivar says to you suddenly. Eyes glued to his sketchbook as you adjust, and readjust, how you’re sitting on the couch.

“What?” You say, not quite sure you heard him correctly. His subtly could rival that of a sledgehammer.

“To induce labor. I read that sometimes the best way to get the baby out, is to do the same thing that got it in there,” 

The last 38 weeks had taken their toll on Ivar too. You can see the difference in his face, mentally preparing himself for the journey that is coming. The faintest hint of dark circles from staying up with you; in your pain, your sickness, your cravings. Walking on eggshells at times because of the swing in your emotions, and how you would just sometimes cry. Over him, for just existing, and how much you love him. Or, how he once closed the oven door too hard and you feared the oven must hurt. 

Ivar was more ready for this than he had ever been ready for anything in his entire life. And the final stretch of days felt like years, but Gods, watching you grow a human is the best experience of his life.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife, to induce labor?” You ask.

“Baby, I really want to have sex with my pregnant wife even if it doesn’t induce labor,” Ivar answers as if it’s so completely obvious.

“Your pull out game is what go me into this mess,” You tease.

“As if you didn’t beg for me to come inside—”

“Ivar,” You cut him off. “Everything hurts right now. And I have to pee again. But I can still manage to stand up and smack you,” And Ivar just offers you his tell tale smile, a grin that stretches from ear to ear, and you calm down. 

*

You take each step one at a time, planting two feet parallel before continuing, and you swear the Braxton Hicks contractions are purposely worse on the stairs. Ivar whines from the bed, wondering where you are and you feel tears in your eyes because you simply can’t walk up the stairs any quicker. Finally though, you’re in the door way and Ivar is in his boxers, constructing the best pillow mound you’ve seen to date. 

“I figured this might help,” He tells you, arm out stretched to you. As you get closer, he’s there to fix your hair, standing in front of him as he braids it to keep it out of your face, but to ensure you’re not going to wake up from a headache. There’s a kiss to your shoulder next, as he says “There,” ever so softly.

“Can you help me take off my dress,” You say to him.

“Too hot?” But you don’t answer. Ivar’s hands move slowly, rolling the hem of your nightgown towards your waist and slipping it up over your arms, all while paying careful attention to your braid. Once it’s discarded, you stay where you are, and Ivar’s hands splay across your bump like hot coals, before they gingerly lift it, relieving the pressure. You only moan.

“Just a few more days, baby,” Ivar tells you softly. Slowly his hands move again, covering your chest, the pressure in them as they grow fuller, and fuller. 

“Can I take you up on your offer?” You peep.

“I offer you lots of things, every day,” Ivar hums.

“You know exactly which one I am inquiring about, Ivar,” You deadpan. Ivar’s lips land softly on your shoulder again, humming in agreement as his hands continue to roam. Across your bump, to your chest, your lower back and you’re beginning to melt before him.

You move, and Ivar just watches you, setting his glasses on the night stand while you lie down. He’s behind you in an instant but you haven’t found comfort yet.

“No, not like this, it hurts,” You hiss and Ivar stops.

“Hold on,” He says, helping you move, “Try this,” And he moves the pillows again, letting you rest over them.

“Oh, that’s better,” You sigh, melting into the fabric. “So much better,” You hum, nuzzling your face.

“Just relax,” Ivar hums, kissing between your shoulder blades.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife to induce labor?” You mumble again while you feel Ivar’s hands on the small of your back. “Oh, that feels so nice,” You then sigh when he applies pressure where you ache. “Are you even going to be able to get it up?”

Ivar leans over you then, length pressing against you and you giggle.

“Did you even doubt that?” He whispers in your ear, leaving a kiss to your temple.

“No, not really,” You reply, his hands tracing you. “I haven’t shaved since I could see my feet,” You mumble. “Are you sure you really—”

“Do I need to gag you? Is that how this is going to be?” Ivar asks, shifting his weight behind you as his boxers are tossed somewhere behind him. “Can you try to relax for like, twenty minutes?”

“You’re going to last twenty minutes?” You quip, simply because you cannot help yourself. Ivar’s hands are at your cheeks just as the comment leaves your mouth, but instead of the quick smack you anticipate, he grabs handfuls, fondling the skin.

“We both know who’s not going to last,” Ivar hums, tracing your slit. “But when you want me to stop, you tell me, alright?”

“I know Ivar, I know,” You hum.

Ivar’s warmth covers your back, body over yours and you can’t help but shiver in anticipation for his cock to spread your walls. He rests his head against yours for a brief moment, palms tracing your stomach and you can picture the smile on his face. He leaves you for a moment to nudge your legs to spread, and out of pure instinct they fall open.

Grabbing himself, Ivar taps the head of his cock against you, just to tease you before he pushes his length into you slowly, inch by inch as your wall spread with a delicious pleasure. Feeling every vein and trace of skin before he bottoms out, and rests against you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, thighs already trembling as his hands waste no time to cover yours as they bunch the sheets. “Oh, fuck,” You gasp.

“I know,” Ivar hums back. “Better?”

“You have no idea, Ivar,” You moan into the pillow. “Gods, you have no idea,”

Ivar stays still, letting you feel the weight over you, the pleasure between the two of you, his cock throbbing inside of you. He only moans from where he is, his lips pressed against the curve of your neck before he finally rocks his hips. Careful to let the weight fall to his legs, you’re nearly dripping as his cock slides, pushing back into you and the intensity makes you shake. You whine as Ivar’s hands squeeze yours, harder.

Pulling back, you feel his hands press into your back, his cock staying still and your mind is left to remember all of the times he would have taken a fistful of your hair into his grasp. Or how his hand print would redden across your backside. But this time, he’s taking his time, taking more care than he ever has to make sure you’re both going to remember this. He doing exactly what he said: he’s getting your child out the same way he put them in there. With love.

You don’t have the words to tell him to go faster, to fuck you harder. The sensitivity makes the pleasure that much more intense, and you’re on the grasp of your first release as his hips moves lazily. 

“You’re going to make me cum,” You gasp, causing Ivar to only hum in response as he moves. Nudging your head with his, his lips catch yours for a brief moment, pressing his forehead against you.

“You always feel so good,” He rasps, his cock slowly moving through your folds. 

You relax further into the pillows, your thighs shaking as he brushes your sweet spot. 

“Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” Ivar hums, and you only nod. “Good,” He teases. 

His thrusts grow deeper, pressing against you harder but still mindful of your body. Your orgasm grabs you suddenly, tired body shaking under him, fingers interlocked over yours. Humming from above you, you press against Ivar further, helping him over his edge as his muscles tense, cock releasing inside of you as he moans deeply from his chest. 

The room is still, his breathing over yours as Ivar nuzzles against you, eyes closed as he holds you. His cock finally flags as he moves back, pressing his hands against your back before he helps you move. 

“There you are,” Ivar teases, helping you stand on shaky legs and you only look up at the man who falls more in love with you every second.

“Can you help me get my nightgown back on?” You ask softly and Ivar chuckles. He moves then, and you stop him. “Wait, let me just hug you first,” You finally peep, wrapping your arms around his neck, inching as close to him as your bump will allow and Ivar only wraps back around you. 

“You know, it could take several attempts for this to work,” Ivar quips. 

“Oh, honey, I know,”

Tags:

@smileysam13579  @dreamtherapy @angelofthenightposts @unbetaedimagines  @readsalot73 @queen-sarang   @anastasiaskarsgard @andmyannabellee @peachyboneless @heavenly1927 @prettyinpayne @quantumlocked310 @mighty-ragnarssons @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom @queen-of-upshur @nanahachikyuu @fandomlifeandeverythingelse @fatedwithmbc @hashimily @youbloodymadgenius @love-all-things-writing  @theanxietyqueen17 @trip2themoon @tgrrose @synnersaint @kataphine @prepare4trouble @abbiii72 @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog @93xdiagonxalley @ivarisms @nordicshieldmadien @ironynoticony @ivarsgard @cosmicmerbabe @smears-and-spots @kaybee87 @t4medicroe @noway4u @southernbe @anakindoesntlikesand @mymindfuckery @noonespecial90 @hypocrtic-trash-baby @tessakate @ivarlover

*please message me to let me know if you would like to be added or removed from my tag list. specifications for series/etc. are also welcomed, as well as feedback.*

full masterlist can be found here.

#vikings #vikings au #modern vikings #ivar au #modern vikings au #ivar #vikings fiction #modern ivar #ivar lothbrok #ivar x you #modern ivar x you #ivar smut #modern ivar smut

[lokifromvalhalla]

What's the fun in that?

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗

Ivar The Boneless x Reader Genre: Comfort / Light angst Words: ± 3 800 NOT proofread

Ivar is captured by Oleg. (Y/n), the Rus' army commander, is both interested and interesting.

╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

“Are you a devotee of Odin or a Christian?” The heavily accented voice cut through the atmosphere and put ground under (Y/n)’s feet again, making the heavy presence in the corner of the room known. (Y/n) silently turned around to glance at the viking that stood in the training area with a grin tugging on his lips, reflecting an entertainment that he only allowed to demonstrate whenever he was around them.

The training yard (Y/n) preferred to use was near a stable—it was covered from the sun or the snow and gave them the privacy they wanted to hit the log and targets as much as they wanted to.

A heavy puff of air escaped (Y/n)’s flush lips as they ran a hand through their hair. Sometimes Ivar caught himself lost in observing (Y/n)—the way their skin was littered with scars in some areas, telling stories he didn't know, in an opposite to the rough sunburnt skin of the Vikings. Even Oleg’s skin was thinner than the Norwegians’, but (Y/n) commanded the army. They were Rus’ main warrior.

“Does it matter to you?” (Y/n) carefully put their sword back on its scabbard that hung from their waist, walking past Ivar to serve themself a glass of the water jar that sat on the barrel in the corner.

Ivar ducked his head, shrugging a little, as he turned around slowly to face (Y/n). “I don’t think I have enough power to demand something from you. I am just curious. ‘Never seen you pray.” He blinked under the intense gaze of their eyes and let himself observe them once again—(Y/n) was wearing one of their most basic armors, a gray one, but it didn’t hide the warrior’s elegance and high rank, with all the embroidering and details that decorated their shoulders and chest.

“A person’s faith matters only to them,” (Y/n) said, leaving the now empty cup where it once was. They returned Ivar’s mannerism, eyeing him from head to toe without bothering to hide their curiosity. “Why are you here?”

Ivar almost chuckled, humming instead. He looked around until dropping himself on a bench—a sigh of relief escaped his lips whilst he let his crutches rest together against the wall, next to him. “Well, I like being around people who don’t treat me like an animal, and Igor went for a walk with Oleg or something. Y’know, it can be tiring, and Oleg seems to have a certain liking for me.” He raised his eyebrows lightly. He didn’t expect (Y/n) to react. Of course not, they were faithful and fair; Ivar never heard them talking bad about an enemy, even. “I remembered when you mentioned your training schedule, so I thought I would come... see you...” He shrugged.

Silence took over, thickly, only interrupted by the voices of other soldiers talking in the distance and the horses snorting in the background.

“It’s not allowed, Ivar.”

“Oh?” He snickered, teeth catching on his bottom lip for a moment. “Since when do you care about rules or anything? Y’know, I caught you going against Oleg’s orders when—”

“It’s dangerous.”

Ivar pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “Nothing is dangerous to you. You could overthrow Oleg if you wanted.”

This time, (Y/n) was the one to laugh. “I’m not saying I’m the one in danger.”

A breath was caught in the Viking’s throat, compelling him to stop in the middle of the argument and look at the ground in a defeat that was laced with pure amusement. In some way, it was a cure to the chronic boredom that pestered him since Oleg had decided to keep him captive, but it also stirred him up in other ways. How much did Oleg’s right hand hate him? How far could he get against Oleg until he was noticed? Or would he win? By chance?

Reality swallowed Ivar again at the strong feeling of fingers sinking into his jaw to tug his head up. “That’s why you keep getting yourself into problems. Never thought of deciding to keep everything in order?” (Y/n)’s breath fanned over his ear, making a shiver run down his spine as his fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.

“And what would be the fun in that?”

.

(Y/n) blinked slowly as they observed Oleg and Katya from across the table, with boredom clear in their half-lidded eyes, struggling to keep their attention on Oleg's specifications for a war strategy request while he insisted on exchanging affection with Katya.

"Reaching them through the woods would be the best. Do you wish for any other details?" Oleg smiled, never stopping caressing Katya's hand that rested between his.

Shaking their head shortly, (Y/n) hummed as they looked around. Their fingers traced the details of their golden cup of wine, following among the images of saints and crosses embedded with stones. "About 5000 men might do it? For a beginning, I mean, to prepare the area for a battle."

"Of the best?"

(Y/n) scoffed. "Something under the third general's power."

Oleg raised his eyebrows with a hum, his eyes resting on a spot on the table for a moment before he slowly nodded. "Ivar?" He called—the Viking promptly looked up from his food. "Any opinion that might help?"

"Nothing that I haven't told (Y/n) already." He nodded toward the warrior.

A chuckle came from the Rus prince as he nodded. "Right. Glad to see two great war leaders working together."

(Y/n) breathed a chuckle, almost humorless, something Ivar couldn't quite read, in an opposite to Oleg—his eyes lingered over (Y/n) before he returned to his food.

The rest of the meal was animated by Oleg and Katya's constant comments that would leave (Y/n) eyeing the two nobles in disdain or pretending they didn't exist, something Ivar hadn't quite mastered yet. Plus, that, well, he wasn't as important as (Y/n) to have such freedom with the two. A comment that would earn (Y/n) a snicker maybe could cost Ivar’s life.

Time dragged by slowly until Oleg finally declared he had finished and ordered the servants to take his plate, but he never stopped talking with (Y/n). Ivar could feel the anxiety crawling under his skin the more he tried to invent excuses, so he would leave along with (Y/n). He could feel the words tingling in his throat, '(Y/n), can you follow me? I think you'd like to know more about Kattegat's defense,' he almost said. Did Oleg know? Was he doing this on purpose?

"If you were cornered in a battle," (Y/n) said as they approached Ivar, slowly walking towards the stairs to the next floor to make sure the Viking followed them, "what would you do?"

Ivar shrugged messily, not having much freedom due to focusing on climbing up the stairs. It took him a moment to answer, only doing so when they were near the end of the stairs. "Depends, but I think a shield wall until getting the situation under control would be the best. In a case, of course, because if—"

"You can shut up for now," (Y/n) yawned, seemingly oblivious to the glare they got from Ivar. Still, the Viking remained silent, letting only the sound of the flames burning in their holders on the wall, and their steps resonate down the hall. Ivar’s crutches created sharp noises as they met the ground, but it was something (Y/n) had learned to get used to.

With Igor still being in the lower floor, the concentration of guards on that one dropped significantly. (Y/n) didn't even bother rushing Ivar into their room, standing beside the doorway until he walked in so they could follow.

(Y/n)’s room was something like Oleg's and Igor's, but with their own touch, mainly on the rich golden and red tones of the bed covers. What seemed like repaired swords hung from the walls while a couple of paintings decorated the walls—a reminder of victories and defeats. Ivar couldn't help but always look for a cross or an image of Odin, maybe even Thor, on the wall; however, he never found anything. Maybe the crosses on their armor would mean anything.

A long sigh of comfort escaped Ivar's lips as he let himself fall on the bed, firstly sitting down on it and letting his crutches fall to the ground, then lying back on the cushion. He seemed tired.

The sight was enough to have a smile tug on their lips whilst (Y/n) locked the door. They internally debated whether they could say anything or not, just to decide to remain silent while taking off the heavy winter clothes until their thin tunic was all that rested.

(Y/n) couldn't deny it, though—resting on such comfortable covers felt like heaven after a long day.

"C'mon." They poked Ivar with their foot.

Ivar got up to get rid of his shoes and most of his clothes, only keeping his bottoms, but not without complaining during the whole process. The groans turned into a soft hum as (Y/n)'s arms wrapped around him at the moment his head hit the pillow.

The feeling of (Y/n)'s lips running against his cheekbone had his skin rising with a shiver as he leaned into their embrace, hands closed around their arms.

"I would pay to have Oleg quiet for at least a meal," Ivar said quietly like the slightest wrong detail would ruin the situation, following (Y/n) with his eyes as they propped themself up on an elbow. It had been a matter of seconds until the room attained the most comfortable atmosphere in the world. It was warm and filled with something he couldn't quite place. He allowed himself to close his eyes, enjoying the safety he felt even if it wasn't genuine. How was he supposed to fight against the sensation of (Y/n)'s fingers delicately undoing the braids that held his hair?

A soft chuckle came from (Y/n), quiet and almost humorless. "You don’t know how much I relate to it."

Ivar smiled, sighing deeply at the feeling of the tip of (Y/n)'s fingers pressing down against his scalp, on the back of his neck. He instinctively leaned into where he thought they were, humming in satisfaction at the feeling of warm lips meeting his. (Y/n)’s kisses were soft, awakening a feeling in Ivar’s chest that was difficult to explain—it felt too good to be worried about, what bad could it cause?

The kisses got each time deeper as if they were seeking something, maybe wanting something from Ivar, which he was willing to give. A sigh escaped his lips when (Y/n) finally gave him a few seconds to breathe, only to drown him in kisses once again, holding firmly onto his hip.

His eyes fluttered as Ivar threw his head back, mumbling words that (Y/n) couldn't really make out while their lips worked on their neck.

The safety Ivar felt, unfortunately, didn't extend itself to everything. It wasn't even voluntary—his body just jumped at the moment (Y/n) adjusted their fingers around his hip.

"Shhh, I know," they whispered against Ivar’s lips, almost making him want to curl up and die.

.

The way (Y/n)’s warmth towards Ivar would turn into plain coldness whenever they weren't alone together would always amuse him. He almost caught himself questioning whether the last night was true or not whenever (Y/n)'s eyes would linger over his form with a disdain that always got Oleg smiling smugly.

In a way, Ivar hated the position he was automatically forced into at the moment Oleg showed interest in him. Rus wasn't a country he was used to, and he still didn’t have a complete notion of his boundaries there despite already being there for a few months. Something about all of that messed up with him. He looked forward to slipping into (Y/n)’s bedroom; in their presence he felt... something else. It wasn't like being back in Kattegat or with his family, but it was something he could hold onto, like a guarantee he would get out of that alive. Of course, it was something dumb to think about—(Y/n) didn't have any obligation with him or major interests aside from the ones he had sought with them himself, which still weren't that significant.

"Have you ever been to Scandinavia?" Ivar raised an eyebrow at (Y/n); they hummed questioningly, compelling him to repeat himself.

(Y/n) raised their eyebrows, shaking their head. "Not really, not in a while."

Ivar paused for a moment to observe (Y/n) cleaning the blade of their sword, which had already mercilessly impaled a Viking earlier once they found a place to settle down in Scandinavia. The Rus settlements weren't much different from the Viking and Saxon ones, but still had their differences, differences that were fun to watch while he wasn’t busy tolerating Oleg or observing (Y/n).

“In a while...” He repeated.

No response came from (Y/n) for a while, almost like they didn’t hear his question, only continuously rubbing the bloody rag over the silver blade until it was shining again. (Y/n) went through a quiet debate in their mind whether they should or not tell Ivar about that—not because Oleg could find an issue in it, no, but because they didn’t know how much they wanted Ivar to know about their life. “Since the last battle.”

“For who?” Ivar wasn’t dumb, and Oleg did mention it was his first time putting his plans of invading Scandinavia into practice.

(Y/n) paused under the gaze that burned against the side of their head, pressing their lips together for a moment. “I’m Rusian, but I didn’t spend my whole life here.”

It made sense, of course. (Y/n) didn’t fight like a Saxon, though it wasn’t like a Viking either—it was something in between.

“How did you get to be the army’s commandant, though?” Ivar tilted his head a little. “I don’t...” He paused, thinking whether he should say it or not. (Y/n) wasn’t someone he wanted as an enemy. “You don’t seem like a Rus noble.”

A smile tugged on the corner of (Y/n)’s lips as they hummed. “Yes, because I’m not.” They put their sword inside its holder again, setting it aside on the ground along with their other stuff. “But it isn’t like Oleg found me in the trash either.” The humor that played among their features wasn’t exactly genuine, so Ivar didn’t dare to mess with the matter any further. They knew (Y/n) had enough knowledge of his bad past and not enough mercy to refrain themself from dropping sharp words whenever needed. They didn’t owe him any kindness, but Ivar still had some sense of self preservation. And will to take risks.

“Of course not,” he scoffed. “Something like you.”

A crease showed up between (Y/n)’s eyebrows as they breathed a laugh, shaking their head. “If I were you,” they whispered as leaning closer to the Viking, “I’d be a little more careful.”

Ivar raised his eyebrows in a light questioning manner, almost daringly, but whatever (Y/n) planned to do while staring at him with narrowed eyes was interrupted at the moment they heard Oleg’s voice.

“I hope there is no fight going on!” Oleg announced over the sound of his heavy steps and Katya's delicate ones, having (Y/n) immediately stand up whilst Ivar straightened his posture. “I wouldn’t like to see my great war leaders on bad terms with each other. It would affect our plans immensely, and I hope you’re aware of it.”

“You’re the only one I bother fighting with,” (Y/n) replied with such disdain that Ivar had to hold back a chuckle.

Oleg raised his eyebrows, shaking his head, about to say something when Katya cut in; she held onto her husband's arm, stroking it lightly. "Well, maybe they weren't fighting." A small smile played on her lips as she glanced at (Y/n) from under her lashes.

Breathing deeply, they hummed quietly. "I'm afraid you, Mistress, don't know me well enough."

Katya gave the warrior a light raise of eyebrows, slowly nodding, but (Y/n) doubted she believed a thing. It wasn't like they should care, though something about this situation had a chill running down their spine, a feeling among the urge of pulling Ivar away from Katya's view. After all, of course (Y/n) would get attached to Ivar at some point. It was almost like keeping a little pet if Oleg also weren't so protective of the prize that fell into his hands.

"Anyways," Oleg cut in, "I'm here to tell you we should send at least a couple of men forward tonight to analyze the area before we attack tomorrow."

(Y/n) seemed to think for a moment before they nodded with a sigh and took their scabbard, setting it around their waist. "Let's go."

Night fell fast. It wasn't long until the warm night meal had settled down in their stomachs and the only illumination across the field was of dancing flames under the starry sky of a new moon. One of (Y/n)'s direct subordinates took care of the expedition into the outskirts of Kattegat, excusing themself with the need of a full night of sleep that instead meant, secretly, having the viking slip into their tent.

Ivar lay down among the pillows with a smile on his face as he watched the warrior make sure their weapons were all placed in strategic places, just in case. They didn't know how unaware of their attack that the Vikings were. (Y/n) sighed, organizing in the corner, just like their own, the clothes Ivar had tossed to the ground.

"Undo my braids," he said softly, eyes following (Y/n) climb on the bed and hover over him. He blinked a couple of times, fingers curled around the edge of the covers that went up to his bare abdomen until they were pulled down by another pair of hands that soon started to trace Ivar’s chest. The feathery touch of (Y/n)'s fingers against the tattoo on his chest made him shiver, slowly letting out a breath that almost got caught in his throat. Soon, their hands met the base of his jaw, carefully holding his head up to press their lips against his whilst slowly and thoroughly letting themself sit down on his lap, encouraged by his hands guiding their hips.

"Be careful tomorrow," (Y/n) whispered against his lips, letting their fingers trace his jaw and dip to the back of his neck to play with the loose strands of hair.

Ivar hesitated a little, but scoffed. "Why do you care?"

Putting it into words seemed harder than piercing a sword through a man's chest. (Y/n) decided to remain silent, closing their eyes briefly as they slowly shook their head. Whatever Ivar tried to say was silenced by another kiss, which he quietly protested about with a soft groan, and the issue slowly fell into the back of his mind.

A shaky breath escaped Ivar's lips, followed by a soft noise according to how (Y/n) kissed down his neck, a hand pressed to his chest.

"(Y/n)!" A heavy voice called, belonging to none of the two. It had (Y/n) sighing and complaining under their breath—they gave Ivar a last kiss before moving away. Hiding their displeasure wasn't anything they even bothered doing, moving to the entrance of the tent and observing the soldier standing there. "Soldiers have been sent to the recognition. Prince Oleg wants to know if you've seen..." He paused, taking a step to the side as if to see something over (Y/n)’s shoulder, just to have his view blocked by them. "If you've seen Ivar Lothbrok."

"He was going for a walk the last time I saw him." (Y/n) rubbed their face, letting out a heavy breath. "Why me, tho? Send someone after him, if he's so worried, not to mention it wouldn't be the first time or anything. Ivar knows he would be killed on sight if anyone from Kattegat showed up."

The soldier's eyes peeked over their shoulder again, but his breath was caught in his throat at the sharp gaze he met. With a quick bow and some rushed words, he returned to where he had come from, the metal of the armor filling the silence of the night along with the cracking of the torches.

"What was that?" Ivar asked at the moment (Y/n) walked back in. He now sat on the bed with the blankets pooled around his hips, curious eyes following the warrior.

"Oleg. Nothing important, though," they sighed, sitting behind Ivar on the bed so they could undo his braids as asked.

"I heard my name."

"Oleg noticed you weren't in your tent."

Ivar hummed, thinking for a moment about it, but opted for falling silent as he closed his eyes briefly and leaned his head back into (Y/n)’s fingers. He would deal with that later. It wasn’t like Oleg would want to do anything right before the war and risk an inside collapse—he was crazy, but not dumb.

A soft sound was snatched from Ivar’s lips, having him open his eyes and tense up at the feeling of lips nudging under his jaw at the same time (Y/n)’s hands trailed up his chest.

.

“I hear you’re not following orders,” Oleg’s voice was tense and almost caught in his throat as he spoke without looking away from the battle that started before him. Not Ivar, not (Y/n), not Oleg himself, none of them were being risked in an invasion like this. (Y/n) stood in the backline along with the Prince whilst the Viking had disappeared to God knows where—genuinely, this time.

(Y/n)’s expression didn’t change a little bit; Oleg would’ve thought they didn’t listen to him if he didn’t know them any better. “I’m not crossing any line, as far as I know. Not disturbing this war in any manner nor lacking respect with Your Highness and Her Highness, Katya.”

Oleg huffed a discreet chuckle. “You know really well what I am talking about.”

“I’m not a slave.” (Y/n)’s eyes observed the ongoing invasion. It wasn’t that easy; they had warned Oleg, just to be ignored and force to used a strategy that was clearly not working well at all. The Russian way of fighting wasn’t prepared for the hostile Viking way they found in Bjorn’s hold. “I expect not to be treated as one anymore.”

“We have an agreement, dear.”

“And it includes me not being a slave anymore,” they sighed. “I’m not one of your mistresses either.”

“God knows what that Viking can put in your mind,” Oleg muttered as he slowly shook his head with a scoff.

“I’m stronger than that. I have principles.”

#fanfic #vikings #fan fiction #ivar the boneless #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #ivar x reader #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #imagine #oneshot