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multific · 6 months

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The Mistress of The Devil

Ivar the Boneless x DarkWitch!Reader

Warnings: mention of witchcraft, demons

Summary: Dark clothes, dark aura and powers. Where you came from, or who you were, not even Aslaug was sure anymore. All she could recall is that she promised to wed her son to you. And now, the Devil had a wife.

"I said you will marry her and this is the last I want to hear anything from you Ivar!" hearing his mother yell, Ivar knew, he lost this battle.

He was to marry this unknown woman.

He hated the idea.

Ivar will just simply kill her, he needs no wife.

He said, but the next day, just when Kattegat woke up, there stood a woman.

She was dressed in a black, her smile was kind, too kind for someone dressed so dark.

"My name is Y/N. I came for my wedding."

Everyone was confused. Aslaug ended up showing you around and introducing you to your future husband.

Ivar Ragnarson.

A strong man with an even stronger will. His legs were the proof of it. He never backed down, not letting anything get in his way.

You liked it.

The determination. The fire.

It is just what you need in a husband.

You smiled at Ivar as you two were wed.

Now, you had him.

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Everyone knew the name Ivar the Boneless. Everyone feared Ivar the Boneless.

The fearless Viking known for his intelligence and insanity.

But then, a whisper came with the wind.

A whisper of his wife.

A woman, explained as the Darkness herself.

The Christians referred to her as Satan's Wife.

Would that make Ivar Satan in their logic?

Everyone wondered how could Ivar be so fearless, how could he know so much.

The answer was simple, his wife.

You, with your powers inherited throughout the generations of women in your family.

You, the dark sorceress who fell madly in love with a not so simple Viking.

It was always you.

People who survived Ivar's wrath often said it was as if he had a dark figure standing behind him. The figure was tall, and had long arms and eyes that glow red like blood.

Overexadiration, but not far from the truth.

One of your many beings.

Sentenced to follow and help Ivar in his fights, the being didn't have a name. It was simply black and tall.

Ivar swore sometimes he could see it from the corner of his eye.

It made him recall a time when he first saw one of your... pets.

It was very late, the fire has nearly gone out, both of you sleeping under furs.

Ivar woke, his mind fuzzy with sleep when he saw someone or rather something in the corner.

But as his eyes focused and he woke up with a start, the thing vanished.

"What is it, Ivar?" you asked, being awakened from your slumber.

"I saw someone." you looked at the corner he kept on staring at.

"I will deal with it, sleep now." you smiled at him as you stood up and walked towards the entrance of the house.

Ivar followed you, crawling as you opened the door, his words failed him.

You stood a couple steps from the door, looking towards the darkness. You turned to your left, then to your right. As if you saw someone you spoke up, just as Ivar found his way towards the doorway.

"Let him sleep! You are scaring him, I told you before." you said, to him it looked like you have gone mad, then you turned to him. "I told you before, they wouldn't hurt you, don't be afraid of them, Ivar." you said and Ivar swore he saw something move to his right. He quickly looked and saw a pair or long fingers on the wall, the... thing right around the corner, Ivar felt frozen.

Then he saw it.

The face of a being, not human. Illuminated by the light coming from the window, Ivar's pair of blues met with black eyes and skin so pale, Ivar never seen anything like it before.

"It won't hurt you." you said with a lower voice as you watched Ivar. He then looked back at you, you saw his confusion. "They won't hurt you." you said once more and this time, Ivar believed you.

But never after that night did he ever want to see any of your creatures.

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You were a rather light sleeper.

There were occasions when nothing could wake you, and other times where a simple movement from Ivar made you wake up. This was one of those nights.

You were awakened by his simple movement, you couldn't fall back to sleep and so, you decided to just sit by the fire and watch it and Ivar.

Ivar woke up hours later, it was still dark outside and he looked at you.

"Are your demons haunting you again, Wife?"

"Quite the opposite, My King. I'm haunting them." you smirked and Ivar moved to the edge of the bed.

You stood up and stood still a couple steps away from him.

"What would you do for me, Ivar?" you asked and he looked into your eyes.

"I would burn the entire world. Kill every last person just to get to you. Kill every last demon just to have you with me again." you moved onto the floor, crawling over, you placed your hands on his knees.

"Would you run for me?" you watched his eyes switch.

You offended him.

You corrected yourself.

"If I give you the ability, would you run to me, run to save me, run to kill them? Would you?"

"C-Can you?" he asked, eyes filling with hope.

And you nodded.

A simple nod.

"Will it hurt?" came his next question.

Another nod.

"It would be worth it. Standing beside you, as the proud husband I am. Run to you? Without a question." he ran his fingers through your hair.

You sealed your deal with a kiss.

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Everyone in Kattegat woke up with a feeling of dread.

Then they all saw.

Ivar walking around like nothing happened, as if his legs always worked.

The Devil could walk.

And it terrified everyone.

They only could imagine what his enemies would think, given how his own people were terrified of him.

His brother always knew Ivar's wife wasn't a regular woman. They had this feeling about her, as they said, there was a darkness around her.

And upon seeing their brother walk, there was no more doubt about it.

She made him walk.

So, was is actually that Ivar married the Devil? Would it actually be the Devil and her husband?

One thing was for sure, now whenever someone looked into the dark of your eyes, they could hear people crying and begging.

And just like with many names in history, yours and Ivar's were eventually melted into one.

It was no longer Ivar the Boneless and his wife.

Soon, all people remembered was the fierce Viking, Ivar the Boneless.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Hello there :) please could I request something for Vikings with a female reader if possible. Where the reader (a shieldmaiden) meets the ragnarssons for the first time after being taken in by Ragnar when her parents are killed, and they start developing feelings for her later on? 💙

Hey! Thought that making this into headcanons/preferences would be the best format, message me if you want a full work where I elaborate!🌺

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Vikings preference: Falling for a shieldmaiden taken in by Ragnar

Bjorn A little rough around the edges, at first - you're a complete stranger, after all. Maybe he criticizes your posture one day and you're more than willing to make him prove his 'superiority'. Whether you win or lose is not as important as the sole fact that you were a challenge for him, although he might not outright admit that. Despite being a shieldmaiden and Bjorn having witnessed your abilities first-hand, he still perceives you as a woman first - the burden of upbringing, one might say. Because of that, he often tries to fight your battles for you, both on the battlefield and outside of it. Most of the time it's small things: bringing you this, giving you that. He definitely might come off as overbearing at times but there's no malice in his heart - Bjorn genuinely believes he's doing the right thing. The downside is that even your stern words might not knock off his habits (the two of you fought numerous times about his overprotective attitude). That protective side of him comes out especially strong during cold winter months when he needs to be extra sure that you're well-fed and warm. In his hot and cold attitude, you find irrefutable proof of his affection. After all, what else if not love could bring warmth and care out of a man known for his dauntlessness and reserved attitude? Bjorn puts his fondness into words in a very peculiar manner: suggesting your possible gains. In other terms, he hints at all the goods you'd have and the shortages you wouldn't suffer if he could have your hand. See that pile of wood that's going to last you for at least a month? Or the furs on your bed that are just enough to stay warm on a freezing winter night? Without half-truths and subtext, Bjorn assures you that he could provide you so much more. Although 'could' should be read as 'wants to' - a desire he's determined to fulfil only if you agree to be his.

Ubbe The one who actually talks to you first, with no expectations or prejudice. Even if he did have those, he's capable of looking past them and making a fair judgement only after getting to know you. At first he's a little uncomfortable with the situation and your person because you're kind of like a sister but not really? That apprehension doesn't last long, however: he's a little too smitten with you. To his own surprise, your presence makes the long absence of his father a little easier to bear - Ragnar didn't leave on a whim, he had a reason to do so and it was a good reason. If the other Ragnarsons treat you with malice, thinking of you as the sole reason they had to grow up fatherless, Ubbe is always ready to step in and de-escalate the situation. In some way, he's similar to Bjorn in expressing his affection in the sense of being protective. Ubbe perceives you as a woman, a woman he loves to be exact, and only then a warrior, despite getting a taste of your skills on his own. Just like his half-brother, he'd try to do things for you, deal with the mundane burdens of everyday life; he only cares about you. The thing that sets them apart is Ubbe's willingness to stand back - once he knows you can stand your ground, he lets go a little, although reluctantly. Another thing is that he already acts like your husband despite being yet to earn that title: always being in your vicinity, fighting any men who try to woo you, thinking ahead and gifting you anything you might need in the near future. Whenever his training alongside his brothers, Ubbe tends to tease them saying that you're better than them. Whether that is true or just brotherly spitefulness is yet to be determined. When the moment comes and Ubbe confesses his affections, he's very straight-forward, telling you how much you mean to him.

Hvitserk Curious and fascinated - you're pretty and courageous. Even if you end up rejecting him (a possibility he doesn't think is realistic), you seem like a great person to be around. He's friendly from day one. Keeps hinting at his romantic interest in you through smooth, sublime and yet unambiguous remarks, so there is no doubt about his intentions. In an attempt to spend more time with you, Hvitserk offered to join you in training. Clashing swords and breadth-of-hair ducks were not enough to stop his flirting (you had this growing suspicion that he's also unnecessarily touchy - not that you were one to complain). The only difference from his daily sweet talk was that with a sword in his hand, Hvitserk's words became vividly more explicit. Some of them caught you off guard but once the surprise washed away, you realized you had nothing against those generous offers becoming true. Even if his brothers are also interested in you, he doesn't see them as a competition or a threat of any sort. His approach wouldn't be a surprise to anyone who had even once seen you two together - there was no chance any other Ragnarson could sweep you off your feet. Truth be told, you knew Hvitserk's feelings before he told you, although it should be clarified that he didn't explicitly confess his affections: during a quite intimate moment, in bed and under furs, he suddenly asked you to marry him. Relationship-wise, out of all the Ragnarsons Hvitserk is the one to treat you the most equally to him.

Sigurd Begins to be interested in you simply because his brothers were. Then he noticed your ambivalence towards Ivar and how much it was pissing the youngest brother off and Sigurd was instantly on board - he might yet find an ally in you. Out of the Ragnarssons, he is the most invisible brother and so he didn't quite expect to pique your interest. To his surprise, you're the one to accost him, asking about living in Kattegat and the family reputation he has to hold up. Not to mention all the prince's responsibilities he has to suffer. From your own words, Sigurd learned that, just like him, you're not one for big crowds and front rows, preferring to stray from the eye of the storm that so often seemed to emerge around Ragnar and his sons. He finally found someone who understood his perspective and not only that - they shared it. The two of you are often disappearing somewhere together and the general population of Kattegat quite quickly catches on but you and Sigurd care little about those rumours. Definitely spent hours upon hours coming up with a wax poetic ballad about you. He put himself in one of the verses describing his growing fondness for you. Luckily for him, he won't have to change the verse about the shieldmaiden loving some guy named Sigurd back.

Ivar Acts like he doesn't care and tries to make himself believe that mainly because deep inside he had immediately dismissed the possibility of you being interested in him. You've heard stories of course but a certain degree of scepticism is a trait of a good warrior - it keeps you level-headed. Once when you were sitting on the pier, enjoying a moment of solitude, Ivar approached you only to ask about his father. After all, you'd spent more time with Ragnar than he did, even if he wasn't your actual parent. While sharing stories about the famous Ragnar Lothbrok, Ivar noticed that you're neither apprehensive nor fearful of him. In a way, it upsets him - he found himself in a situation where he doesn't have the upper hand. But this surprising and wholly unwelcome vulnerability didn't backfire. Truthfully, the longer you talked about the legend of Ragnar Lothbrok, the more Ivar wished you would stop talking about his father and simply talk about yourself. Except for his parents, you were the only person whose presence he didn't completely detest and Ivar was yet to make an opinion on how that made him feel. He definitely hates seeing you interact with his brothers as he naively thought that he was the only recipient of your sympathies and it's exactly that lack of exclusivity that makes him go out on a limb and make less-than-ambiguous remarks that you happily reciprocate. Sometimes, when he can't sleep at night, Ivar climbs onto his father's throne and dwells on various fantasies of glory and bloodshed. In those dreams, there's always a place for you - a brave and beautiful shieldmaiden that rides into battle by his side and gives birth to his children, who go on to become kings, emperors and conquerors.

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hc-geralt-23 · 11 months

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Masterlist

I don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.

Feel Free to request. For any of the following and if you want one for anyone not posted let me know.

My main Fandom are Sam And Colby, Matt Smith, House of The Dragon, Henry Cavill, The Walking Dead, The last of us, Game Of Thrones, The Hobbit, Lord of the rings, The Vampire Diaries, Vikings, marvel, DC, Twilight, The Witcher, and The Last Kingdom.

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targeryan

A Kingdom of Our Own

Daemon Targeryan Love Story

Love Across The Houses

UPDATED VERSION Love Across The Houses

Dragon Riders: A Tale Of Forbidden Love

A Tale of Elven Love and Dragon's Flame

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Redemption's Embrace: A Last of Us Tale

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Eclipsed Hearts: A Tale of Redemption and Resilience. Second ending

Broken Promises

Chasing The Light

Love Amidst Harsh Truths

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Damon Salvatore and Elena's Older Sister

The Messy Love Triangle of Stefan, Sarah, and Damon

Vikings

Ubbe Lothbrok

The Soulmate Dilemma

Bjorn Ironside

The Soulmate Dilemma

Ivar The Boneless

The Betrayal Of Ivar The Boneless

Love and Power colliding

Ragnarsons

Brother in Blood

Halfdan The Black

A Prince's Sacrifice for His Princess

King Harald Finehair

The Viking King and the Shieldmaiden: A Tale of Love, Courage, and Perseverance.

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

The Clumsy Love

No Questions Asked

Redemption's Trail Part 1 Part 2

Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2

Negan Smith

Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2

Sam And Colby

Colby Brock

Guardians of the Enchanted Grove

Twilight

Jasper Hale

The Hobbit

Marvel

The Witcher

Geralt of rivia

Destined Bonds: The Dragon and The Witcher

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The Dragon and the Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny

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The Last Kingdom

Again i don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.

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brightlycoloredteacups · 2 years

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Series: Play Along: Ivar x F!Reader

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, none for this chapter.

Tags: None

A/N: Whelp...never expected to go back to this series, but here we are.

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There’s a change in you that Ivar can sense. He just isn’t sure if it’s a good one. He isn’t as crazy as one would believe, he’s self aware enough to understand that what he’s done to you is wrong, he won’t pretend it isn’t. But he also knew about Stockholm Syndrome. As long as he was nice to you, as long as he made you feel his love, eventually you would attach yourself to him. But would it be enough for you not to want to leave him?

Three days ago, when his father came to visit, you ran for the door. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you were looking for freedom. To see and feel the sun, to be with your family, but the moment his father had announced himself, you had attached yourself so quickly to him it was unbelievable. Not to mention you had introduced yourself as his girlfriend, and kissed him, twice. Now you couldn’t even look him in the eye. Were you ashamed of him? Ashamed to be seen with him? He grits his teeth together, was it possible that his legs were an obstacle you couldn’t seem to overcome? Was that why you had never made a move?

Finally, you look up at him, brows furrowed. You both were sitting on the couch, reading. Well, you were reading, he just had a book in his lap for show. “Is there something on my face?” You ask, swiping at it. Ivar shakes his head, “You’re beautiful, like always.” He tells you. You give him a small smile, but then immediately return to frowning. “Then why are you staring at me?”

“I like staring.” he tells you a little too quickly. You close the book you’d been reading, then turn to face him fully. “You’re upset about something.” He can’t help but smile, you knew him so well, he couldn’t hide his emotions from you.

It’s true, he was upset, he had been upset since his father’s visit. His mother had called, demanding to know why he hadn’t told her about you. “You tell me everything, Ivar, why not about this?” He had explained that he was taking things very slowly with you, that while you both had been friends for a long time, he didn’t want to mess things up between you two. In fact, he informed her, he had been taking things so slowly with you that just moments before Ragnar showed up you had decided to take the fateful leap into romantic territory. “I want to see her,” Aslaug declared, “I haven’t seen her in years. Bring her Bjorn’s party.” She commands. He had only made some half assed excuse and gotten off the phone with her quickly. To this very moment he hasn’t decided if he should actually ask you to go.

It would be a good test for you, to see how serious things had gotten between you two. But there were so many variables that could go wrong. Someone could see you, report the sighting to the police, what then? You could find a way to escape him, what if the syndrome hadn’t set in fully yet? What if you fell for Ubbe, or Hvitserk, or hell even Sigurd? That last thought made his blood boil. Apparently the sickening feeling had shown on his face because you looked at him, startled, “Is it me?” You ask weakly, scooting away from him. He quickly smooths his features, putting his hand on your arm. “No!” he says, scooting closer to you. “It’s just,” He heaves a sigh, not sure how to broach the topic.

“My brother, he’s getting married and throwing an engagement party back home,” He trails off, not sure where he wants to go with the conversation. You put a hand on top of his. “You can go if you want,” You tell him. He shakes his head, “I don’t want to go,” He mutters. You nod, sagely. You were well aware of Ivar’s relationship with his brothers. Only getting along with two out of the four. “Mother misses me though.” You don’t know what to do with this information. You understand Ivar is close with his mother, but it had nothing to do with you. “She wants to see you too.”

“I mean, this is your home, Ivar, you’re welcome to invite whoever you want.” He shakes his head, “She wants me to bring you to the party.” Your heart skips several beats at this revelation. Ivar can deny his mother nothing, which means it’s very likely he’s going to take you. By now you understood the game, however, and schooled your hopeful look into one of neutrality. “It would be nice to see her again.” You mutter noncommittally. In reality, you relished the chance to get out of the house. Perhaps if you played your cards right, you could be freed, you could go home and put this nightmare behind you.

You place your hand on top of Ivar’s, looking up at him, you smile gently, trying one last push to change his mind. “I’ll be good for you Ivar. I promise.” You felt him go rigid, his facial expression smoothed into an incredible coldness. Without saying anything, he got up and hobbled towards the exit. Too scared to say anything, let alone grab for him, you watched as he walked up the stairs, achingly slow, shut the big metal door to your room, and lock it with a finality that seemed like a death sentence. Your mouth is dry, so it’s hard to swallow the lump that formed there. What in the hell had you done?

#ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarson #ivar x reader #play along

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lady06reaper · 21 days

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Viking x Sweetheart reader. Who on the outside is a big sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly. Said Viking got her from a village.

Only when alone with her husband does she cuss like a sailor and scream when she wants to. Just a overall temper (Viking finds it hot tho-)

She also acts like this around her kids (if she has any) and her kids are absolutely flabbergasted to see how their mom acts outside of home. Often getting secretly slapped upside the head when they say something smart only to realize no one saw it.

- Marshmellow (bit of a crackfic lol)

ya know, this the OPPOSITE of me, I'll cuss anytime, it's only when I'm alone I'm a total "sweetheart"

NSFW lines are slashed, the rest is SFW besides the cussing

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU HAVING THE MOUTH OF A SAILOR

Bjorn wouldn't know it was coming, you were the sweet and doting wife, helping neighbors and playing with the local children

Your were a delicate flower in his eyes, but he knew you could hold your own when need be

Until you came home and slammed your dagger into the table where he was eating

"That mother fucking no tits asshole of a cunt! Who the hell does she think she is?! Talking about my damn husband in that fucking manner!"

his hand stopped mid path to his opened mouth, his eyebrows rose away from his widened eyes

did he hear that correctly? or was the mead taking effect already?

he stayed like that for a few moments until you snapped at him to say something

"Your mouth, where'd you learn to talk like that?"

little to Bjorns knowledge, you had always had that vocabulary, it just only came out when you were pissed

not to mention you prefer to keep the innocent facade up in public, but that doesn't you can't flip the switch if you get pushed more than what you did that day

More occurrences like this happened, though he was prepared to just let you go and cool off

that doesn't mean he didn't help you let out your frustrations with sex either

Now he knew that this delicate flower of his was poisonous

Ubbe had a feeling that that mouth of yours was dirty, he just never witnessed it

unless you were going down on him

the feeling stayed dormant for the longest time, until he came home to the long house turned upside down

furniture was strewn across from its original places, some were broken too

You were sitting on the throne throwing daggers at a table you had propped up on its side, cussing every time the enlarged knives left your hands

"That *thud* little dicked *thud* no balls *thud* bastard child *thud* of a fucking merchant! *thud*"

he now knew his feeling was right, as they normally were

he was grateful you ran out of daggers when he reached you, or otherwise he feared one would end up in him

he didn't need no explanation, he knew that the merchant you were lewdly referring to must've tried something on you to woo you away from him, it wasn't the first time, but you were so sweet in public that you didn't want to ruin your public look by cussing the man out in public

no words were spoken as he picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the bathtub where you and Ubbe would share a relaxing soak

Ivar knew from the start that you had a mouth, there was no way you were as innocent as you portrayed

there was always two sides to sword, he just hasn't seen your sharper, more deadlier side

until he about took your blade to his throat when he approached you in the woods while you were hacking a tree with your sword

"What's the matter my dove?" Ivar cocked his head to the side.

"That god damn fish fucking tree humping shit eating whore of woman your brother keeps closely by his side! Bitch tried to say my form was wrong during training!"

and there was your sharper edge

Ivar never understood why you kept this side hidden, especially from him

he figured it was a threat to everyone to have your meaner side out in public, and keep your softer side for him only

but Ivar wasn't you, you preferred to keep this side a secret incase you truly needed it

he thought it was hot watching those profanities drip from your mouth

like his cum did last night when you two were fucking

but, I also know that if he encouraged the sailor talk he would also receive it too, which would most likely turn into a battle of who can come up with the worst names

he liked the fiery side of you and wished you would show it more often

the villagers did not as they heard every cuss word that came out of your mouth, including the whore

#vikings #vikings x reader #bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn ironside #ubbe x reader #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless

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vikingsarememes · 8 months

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Of Broken Rabbits - Part 1

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Characters: Ivar “the boneless” Ragnarson x Reader, Bjorn “Ironside” Ragnarson

Summary: Y/N is being forced to marry the cruelest of Ragnarsons to keep the peace of her hometown, she sees Ivar’s cruelty first hand and finds an ally in the most unexpected places.

Word count: 1422

Warnings: mild aggression and violence

A/N: Hi, so… it’s been a while since I published any kind of fics here, so yeah, enjoy and let me know what you guys think!

Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart

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You wept as you walked down the aisle with your white dress and flowers crown, cursing the day you heard the news, you were happy, the daughter of an Jarl that lived in Oslo, a place far from Kattegat, but gods decided that when you go to buy milk in the market with your brother, the king of Kattegat would come across you and admire your presence.

He had threatened your father and brother, you either marry him or he will terminate your entire village, you had begged your father to decline, telling him of a death sentence that he was agreeing on, his first was sent to madness, his wife was murdered by him alongside with his unborn child, but your father reminded you of your duties and sent you off to marry him, sealing your fate with doom and misery.

He sat at the end of the aisle, a crown on his head and a man in white robe ready to marry you, all eyes on you as you tried to held back tears, your father didn’t attend the wedding nor allowed your brother, you were all alone, the ceremonies went hazy the moment you arrived the altar, it was meaningless conversations and congratulations from different people.

After the wedding you were accompanied to your husband’s chamber, he requested to have private time with you, everyone respected their kings’ wish, you stood frozen in the middle of the room “don’t worry, I have no interest in your body” he had told you, untying his leg braces, lifting the damaged ones on the bed to rest “then why did you marry me?” He shrugged “because I wanted to” his answers only made your blood boil “go on, make yourself comfortable, this might become your home for a while”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down then took off your white dress and replaced it with sleeping gown, you crawled into the bed, sobbing quietly, that’s when you felt his breath on your neck, your eyes were open wide “I know you are awake and that you can hear me, if you tell anyone that nothing happened between us I will sacrifice you to Loki” he whispered, you felt your body trembling with fear.

That night you cursed your father and brother for not being strong enough, for not telling him off, for giving you to a monster as if you were nothing but a replaceable treasure of theirs.

The celebratory week passed quietly, Ivar ignored your presence unless someone was watching, his brothers looked at you with pity, knowing too well that you are miserable in this marriage, who wouldn’t be? Imagine marrying the bloodiest man, one that can not walk, one that can not defend you, one that can not give you children, one that can not love.

When you walked down the alter that day, your father’s words repeated themselves “a woman who knows how to love a man can make a rock turn into water” you had hope, that your presence will matter to him, that perhaps he will love you or at least acknowledge your existence, you had hope that the rumors were untrue, but you were nothing more than an arm accessory to him.

He returned one night, wet from the rain, barely able to stand with his crutches and braces, a feeling of worry took over you, you rushed to his side and wrapped an arm around his shoulder to drag him into the bed, he pushed your hand away “don’t, I’m fine” he said aggressively “let me help you, no need to play a strong act in front of me” you whispered, soothingly, but your gesture was met with a slap on the face “I said I’m fine woman!”

You fell on the ground, your hand right where his handprint was left, with tears in your eyes, you looked at him “you- I wish I never met you” you said, picking your fur coat and running outside of your marital chamber, sobbing, you stood in the rain, trying to wrap your head around what mistakes have you made for the gods to be so cruel to you with this marriage.

You cursed yourself, you cursed him, you cursed your father, and your brother for being too weak to save you from this doomed fate, you prayed for Odin, for Freya and even for Loki to have mercy on you and take your life.

You were sinking in sorrow that you didn’t notice the man standing in front of you until he cleared his throat, your weeping eyes moved to his sight, Bjorn Ironside, Ivar’s brother “Y/N, what are you doing here?” he said, stepping closer, you shook your head, he noticed the handprint on your cheek and sighed “did Ivar do that to you?”

“Why would you allow such a monster to marry? You are the son of Ragnar, the bravest, yet you couldn’t find the guts to tell him that wedding me is not right” you bursted, the man looked at you with pity, he took off his cloak and covered your already wet one “let’s go somewhere warm before you fall ill” he spoke softly, you rejected his offer and handed him his cloak “let me be, perhaps I would die and my misery will end”

The man sympathized with you, truly, but you knew he wasn’t able to do anything about your situation, you knew he wasn’t going to help you, all he could do is pity you.

Bjorn stood next to you until you calmed down, your guessing was to protect you in case anyone decided to take advantage of your vulnerability, and when you were finally calm, you returned to your bedchamber, the maidens prepared a warm bath for you, and you tried to relax as much as possible, ignoring the man staring at you from the bed.

Once you felt warm enough, you dried your hair by the fire and headed to your shared bed, your back to him, if you can’t get out of this marriage you might as well ignore it, you closed your eyes, that’s when you heard an apology, followed by the placement the gentlest kiss on your cheek, the one where he hit you, a kiss that you couldn’t believe is coming from the same man.

You didn’t move or say a word, you waited for him to sleep before you could, although he apologized but part of you still feared him.

The next morning you woke up with him gone, and three maidens showering you with food and gifts “what is all of this?” you asked sleepily “King Ivar had requested that we bring you our finest” the maiden had replied, you examined the items, fresh fruits, gowns of silk, cloaks of the rarest fur, jewelry from different raids, the gesture was nice, if only it wasn’t to beg for your forgiveness “and where is king Ivar?” you requested “breaking the fast with his siblings and the earls, do you wish we call him?” you shook your head.

“Tell him that I reject his gifts when you see him” you told them then returned under the fur blanket, the maidens’ faces were colored yellow of terror, who dares reject anything from the king “but my queen-” one of them pleaded “I don’t remember stuttering” you snapped, they lowered their heads and left the room at once.

It didn’t take long for Ivar to storm into your bedchambers, angry, you knew from the sound of his unpaced crutches and the dragging of his foot, he glared at the maidens who knew it was their cue to leave “why are you being difficult, huh? I apologized, I brought you gifts, what else do you want?” he yelled at you, you rolled your eyes and sat up “I want for you to leave me alone!” you snapped “I can have you beheaded for picking that kind of tone with me”

You scoffed “please do, it is a better fate than a lifetime with you!” your answer caught him off guard, he was surprised, speechless for a moment, you could swear that you saw sadness in his eyes as well “fine! You can stay here until you rot” he said calmly, then looked at the maidens “she is not to leave the room until she accepts my offerings, if she does not wear one of the gowns and the jewelleries and come dine with me, then she is free to starve to death”

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barnes-lothbrok · 2 years

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Dance with me

Ivar x reader

Summary - As everyone is celebrating the recent raids. Ivar watches his wife.

Warnings - implied smut, swears, fluff

Word count - 1k

A/n - Honestly not sure what this is. It was meant to be a cute fluff idea and turned into this.

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Song and merriment filled the air as the fire in the heath burned. While the snow fell outside, the hall was filled with joy as the summer raids were celebrated and praise was given to the gods for the bounty the summer had brought them.

Kattagat was set for the winter months. This year's crops and raids had ensured that the town and surrounding villages wouldn't starve over the coming freeze.

Ivar sat on his throne, nursing a cup of mead as he watched the celebrations around him. His people were happy, that should have made him happy too but his gut held a bitter feeling.

While people fucked in corners and songs were sung loudly, his blue eyes were trained on his wife.

You had the biggest smile on your face as you sang the latest song, with Hvitserk's arm over your shoulders and cheek pressed against his as you both sang completely out of tune.

"You sound like dying goats" Ubbe teased the pair of you when the song ended.

You flipped him off. "Fuck you! We are amazing! The best in all the land"

You defended yours and Hvitserk awful singing before breaking into giggles when Hvitserk sang an unrecognisable tune as if to prove the point.

"Gods, Hvitty! Ubbe maybe right" you laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Whatever do you mean? I have the voice of a siren" Hvitserk sang again, right in your ear to which you shoved him playfully away.

After a few more rounds of ale, people began to boo your duet. You slammed your cup down on the table and climbed on top.

"Who dares to boo at their queen!" You roared, with a face of pure rage.

The hall fell silent for a moment and Ivar moved forward in his chair. For the first time that evening he looked excited.

You were his killer queen. A shield maiden with legend that could almost reveal Lagertha's. Having grown up around the Ragnarsons, it was no surprise that Ivar chose you as his queen. When you wanted to be, you could be just as deadly as he was.

You were his rose. Beautiful and sweet but you had your thorns.

The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and a few moans from dark corners. There was an air of suspense before you burst out laughing.

"Wow, that was incredible!" You laughed manically, holding your stomach as you doubled over in laughter. "I'm not going to kill anyone while we are celebrating. I was merely going to suggest I dance instead"

There was a collective sigh of relief as Ivar pouted and slumped back in his chair. Watching his wife kill would have made the festival more fun.

"Sigurd! Dear brother-in-law of mine!" You yelled "Give us your best tune"

Sigurd's band began to play and with a shout of "May we blessed another year! SKÁL!" from you, the party was back under way.

You danced with Hvitserk on the table, having your own little dance battle throwing the oddest movements at each other before waltzing along it.

He dripped you in front of Ivar, who's upside down face held a deep frown. His head rested in his hand as he looked completely unimpressed.

"Looks like someone needs a smile" Hvitserk smirked as he whispered in your ear.

You nodded and approached your husband, gently placing yourself in his lap. You cupped his cheeks as he scowled at you.

"Having fun without me, wife?" He said bitterly.

"Not as much as I have with you" you replied before gently squishing his cheeks and kissing his pouted lips.

A small smile broke his frown as he pulled you in for more. He tasted of the mead he'd been drinking. You pulled away as it became more heated and rested your head against his.

It wasn't for the fact that there were people around, you didn't care for that. Many festivals had seen the king and queen almost fucking on the throne. Ivar never let it get further than making out, your pleasure was for his eyes only.

"Let's go to our room" Ivar whispered but you shook your head

"Dance with me" you said breathlessly as though he'd stolen the air from your lungs with the kiss.

He suddenly pulled back and stared at you. "Are you trying to make a fool of me?" He frowned.

Never had you asked him to dance, you knew full well there were things his legs didn't allow him to do.

"No" you snapped back quickly "no, of course I'm not" your tone softer.

"Then why ask of me something I can not give?"

"Just trust me" you looked him in the eyes. You had a plan that much was clear and he would trust you with his life. You had saved it many times.

He studied your face before nodding as you slowly moved off his lap and held out a hand to him.

You waited as he picked up his crutch and limped down the throne steps to join you in a clear space. He swallowed as he felt eyes in him but you kept him looking at you with an encouraging smile.

Sigurd changed the song, as if you had planned for this, while you gently held his arm above you before twirling around and circled him like prey.

As he was beginning to feel stupid for just standing there, you span into him and whispered "see you are dancing with me"

It was then he realised you were using his body to dance on. It may not have been the same as other couples danced but as your body swayed against his, your arms around his neck with his hands rested on your hips, he couldn't help the broad smile on his face.

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trapped-in-my-dream · 4 years

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Time Part 2

Panic, that was one word to discribe what you were currently feeling. Helga helped you finding a dress and was now helping you get ready. You were just staring into space, trying to figure out what to think and do in this situation. You sadly were not able to find any answer to the questions you had. Floki had tried to tell you that nothing would happen to you, but you were not so sure about that. These were vikings and if they thought that you are a danger to them, than you were as good as dead. Even Helgas calm humming was not able to make you feel better, you were not even sure if the humming was for you to feel calm or for her. „We are ready“, she said softly. You wanted to scream and run, but her hand on your shoulder held you in place. „You are going to be okay, now let us go to Floki.“ With that she helped you to stand up and walked you towards the main room of the house. Floki stood there already waiting for the both of you to come. He looked at you and nodded softly. „You look like you are from around here. That is good.“ Now that words calmed you down just a bit. „We need to go“, with that Floki walked out and towards the Great Hall.

While you walked, you looked around the city of Kattegat. It was a beautiful city indeed but even this beauty could not keep you from worrying, you did not know much about Ragnar. Only what your friend back home told you about Ragnar while she prepared for her subject in the university and what Floki and Helga told you about him. Some people looked strangly at you, the most people knew who lived in this village, you were a stranger so you tried to not worry to much over their glances. The closer you got to the Hall the more people were on the street, all walking towards a giant door.

The hall itself was giant and pretty full, men and woman sat on tables, eating and drinking. „They celebrate Ivars birthday, he is the youngst of Ragnars sons“, Helga whispered towards you. You nodded, atleast now knowing why this celebration took place. Your eyes wandered to the thrones at the other end of the hall, a bald headed man sat next to a blond woman. He and his way of holding himself screamed power, he smiled when he saw Floki and Helga but his look turned sceptic when he saw you. Floki went towards him and Helga followed while she dragged you along. „When Floki introduces you, you bow slightly in front of Ragnar and Aslaug. It's a sign of respect“, Helga whispered. Floki stopped in front of them and looked at Ragnar. Ragnar smiled at Floki, „I see you brought your guest, is that the girl you talked about, Floki?“ Floki smiled at him. „Yes, this is my niece, (Y/N), Ragnar. After my brothers death she tried to find a way to come home, it took her a while.“ When Ragnars and Aslaugs eyes were on you, you bowed slightly at them. „My king, my queen.“ You didn't dare to look up, worried that your eyes would tell the truth. Ragnar started to laugh, a loud and true laugh. „It's nice to see that you really have family other than your dear Helga, my friend. I guess she will be staying, like you said?“ „Yes, she will Ragnar.“ „Then... eat with us. Celebrate Ivar and the return of long lost family!“ „As you wish Ragnar“, with that Floki started to walk towards a table. Helga pulled you along softly. On the table sat five young men. Floki sat you down between himself and Helga. Helga sat on the very end of the table while Floki sad next to a young man with dark hair. Ragnar and Aslaug followed and took their place at the head of the table, the second they sat down a young girl filled their mugs with a drink. When all mugs were filler Ragnar held up his and said in a loud voice, „To Ivar! Skol!“ „Skol!“, was all the others said. You carefully took a sip of the drink, after you swallowed you tried your hardest not to cough, the drink was strong, you had never tasted anything like that in your life. But you hold back and took another sip. You looked at Helga and saw how relieved she was that you took the drink so well. „So (Y/N), do you feel better after you sickness?“ You looked up, not knowing what to say at first moment, but then you decided to just play your role. „Yes, yes I do. Thank you for asking.“ Next to you Floki let out a deep breath, he was worried that you wouldn't play it so well. Ragnar nodded and Aslaug looked at you with kind eyes. „Say (Y/N), Floki told us about you leaving your home, is your husband not upset about you leaving?“, a man with blond braided hair, blue eyes and the mouthful of food asked. „Hvitserk, swollow your food first!“, Aslaug scolded her son. You couldn't help but smile a bit, to see him so informal eased your tension a bit. „I wouldn't know, I do not have a husband.“ „Excuse my curiosity, but do you not even have a man back home waiting for you?“, asked another young blond man with short hair. You softly shock your head and turned a bit red, you did not like to be the center of attention, you never did. >>Somebody change the topic please<<, you send your silent prayers. That was why you felt relieve when Helga took your hand. „I find that hard to believe“, the first man said again. „Boys“, Aslaug scolded again, „Before you asked further, would you please introduce yourself, the girl does not know any of you. It's rude to asked questions like that without introducing yourself first.“ The young man with short blong hair smiled apologtic. „Excuse me for my behavior my name is Ubbe Ragnarson, the man on my right is Hvitserk Ragnarson my younger brother, on his right is Sigurd Ragnarson my second youngest brother, the man on my left is Bjiorn Ragnarson, my older half brother and the man next to Floki is Ivar, the youngest of my brothers.“ You smiled friendly at the introduced people. „Tell me Child“, Aslaug started, „What do you enjoy to do?“ You looked up and locked eyes with the queen for the first time. „I do enjoy reading, my queen“, your voice was soft, nearly a whisper, you were worried to say the wrong thing, but you knew that lying more would make it difficult to keep up the story in the end. Aslaug looked confused for a second, she had met a lot of young woman but none of them enjoyed reading. The most tend to look around the city for husbands or new dresses, trying to make young warriors notice them. „Wouldn't you rather look for a husband, child?“, she asked softly and the young men on the table turned their heads towards you, waiting for your answer. „I have no reason to search for a husband, when the right time comes I will find one. But I won't run around and search despreratly for a husband and try to settle down. I'm young and I do have time, I do not wish to feel forced to settle down with someone I don't love.“ At that Helga and Aslaug couldn't help but smile. Ragnar just looked at her and questioned further, „Wouldn't you just want a strong husband, to go on raid and provided for a family?“ You couldn't help but smile a bit, „What do muscles mean when he has nothing in his head? Why would I want someone strong rather than someone intelligent? Intelligence means so much more to me than raw strength.“ You could not see that the young man next to Floki now listened more closely to what you said then before. „You seem like an intelligent young woman, (Y/N)“, Ragnar said. „I take that as a compliment, my king.“ Floki somehow seemed proud of what Ragnar said, he knew that you weren't his niece nor his family but somehow he felt proud.

Next to Floki, Ivar tried to catch a good look at your frame. His brothers had a much easier job when it came to looking at you. But what he could see was your (y/h/l) nicely braided (y/h/c) hair. When he leant forward a bit, as if the grapped his drink, he could see the soft features of your face You looked quiet beautiful, at least from what he could see, the softness of your voice seemed misplaced in a place like this but he couldn't help but smile a bit at that. He could see the redness on your cheeks from his brothers questions and their attention. When the food arrived everyone seemed in their own world, but Ivar could see you looking around, taking in the new things. He found it nice to see how fascinated you were with everything, like you never saw anything like this before. If only he knew how right he was thinking like that.

He could also see his brothers lustful eyes on you, he understood why they looked like that, but still it made him uncomfortable that they looked like that. After the most guest were finished with dinner, the most got up and started to walk around the hall, some to talk with others, some to dance. Ivar remaind in his seat while he watched his brothers dancing with different woman. He had turned around so that he leant against the table, but he did not bother to change his seat. He saw Floki and Helga dancing but he did not see you on the dancefloor. He turned to his right to see you still sitting there, watching Helga and Floki. A soft smile adored your lips and he couldn't help himself but to slide closer to you. When he was placed beside you he started to speak, „Why aren't you dancing with the others?“ You seemed strattled by the noice but then looked at him and started to smile softly. „I'm terrible at dancing.“ „I do not believe that. Your legs are working, so you can't possible be that bad“, he said bitterly, while looking at his legs. You just shock your head, „My legs may be able to carry me when I walk but most of the time they work against me. I tend to stumble over them. So dancing seems impossible without breaking a bone or two.“ Your smile grew when you said that, like you were amused by your own words. He was at the loss of word, not many people talked like that with him or made jokes like that. „(Y/N)“, Sigurd said while he stopped in front of you and Ivar, „Wouldn't you prefer to dance with me, than to sit with the cripple?“ Ivars hands clenched on his sides,while you looked up, confused at what he just said about his own brother. „I would prefer to sit with Ivar, thank you. He seems to be good company.“ The smile you gave Sigurd was sickening sweet. Ivar was shocked when you just said that, the most people would have gone with Sigurd. Shock turned into anger, believing that you took pity on his state. Sigurd turned away angrly and went to another young woman in the room to repair his broken ego. „You should go to him. I'm not interested in your pity“, Ivar grumbled. „I do not pity you, Ivar.“ He turned at you, shocked, unbelieving. „I have seen people in nearly the same state as you, if not in a worse state. They tend to take the situation good. You might not be able to walk, because of your legs. But does that matter? You seem intelligent Ivar from what Floki told me, as well as you seem strong. You should stopp to pity yourself for what you don't have, and be thankful for what the gods gave you. Have a nice evening Ivar, I hope we can talk again soon.“ With that you stood up, went to Floki and talked to him for a second. After that you start to walk towards the main entrance of the hall. Ivars eyes followed you the whole time, shocked but impressed by what you just said. The most people were to afraid to talk to him like that, but not you. He felt enchanted, he just couldn't help himself.

Hvitserk noticed his younger brothers looks, as well as he noticed the whole scene with Sigurd. But now he saw Ivars look and couldn't help but smile. Ubbe stopped next to his brother, „Why are you smiling like that, brother?“ Hvitserk turned to his brother. „I think our little brother took a liking on Flokis niece.“ Ubbe looked towards Ivar and saw a look of interest in his brothers eyes. „Flokis niece just turned down the opportunity to dance with our Sigurd to stay with Ivar.“ „So what do you have in mind, brother?“ Hvitserk smiled a bit. „I mean she is attractive, but maybe we should be nice and help Ivar a bit with her.“ Ubbe looked sceptically at his brother. „Do you mean that, brother?“ „I do not quietly believe it myself but yes I do. Ivar might get a bit, how do I put that, calmer. She is sweet as far as we saw, maybe some of that will rub of.“ Ubbe grinned at his brothers logic, but couldn't deny that it would be good if this would happen. „You might be right, brother.“ Hvitserk grinned. „It's worth a try, isn't it? And if it does not work than I can still take her.“

You were happy when you got back to the hut, not only because you were back but also because everything went well. You thought back. The most people seemed to be rather nice in general, even Ragnar turned out to be nicer than you thought he would. But you couldn't put your finger on the youngest Ragnarson. He was smart, from what Floki had told you but stuck in his pity for his state. You understood it, at least a bit. Than you thought about how his brother talked to him, maybe that was the reason why he doubted himself like that. You hated it, you wanted him to be happy, well you wanted everyone to be happy. You sighed softly and went to the room that Floki had given to you. You took of your clothes and put on your sleeping clothes, you had been uncomfortable at the clothes at first but it was alright now.

When Floki and Helga came back, both of them searched for the young woman at first. Smiling when they found her in her bed sleeping soundly. „She did well today, am I right?“, asked Helga softly. Floki nodded, „Yes, she did. They seem to like her.“ Helga nodded and laid her head on his shoulder. „I am glad that you found her, she is really nice.“ Floki nodded softly and smiled at her. Yes she was nice and she grew on him certainly. He liked the young girl, more than he cared to admit and he was a bit scared that she would have to leace them again one day. „Let us go to sleep, wife“, with that he turned around and went to their room. Helga looked at the you a bit longer. „I believe that you are a present from the gods, you make him happy and that is my blessing.“ With that she turned around and went after her husband.

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cecesaurus · 4 years

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It's Our Secret part 5

A/N: shit's gonna start hitting the fan soon! Be ready

Description: Ivar and his half sister, the reader, are keeping a very filthy secret from the family

Warnings: possessiveness, smut, dubcon.

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She had just gotten home from spending most of her morning with Torvi. They did a bit of window shopping until [Y/N] finally bought an amethyst necklace that interested her at the mall. Ivar had blown up her phone with text messages, pouting about how she was taking too long to come back. She didn't bother to reply to any of her brother's messages. She waved goodbye to Torvi and watched as she drove off before going inside the house. Ivar was scowling, sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Why were you ignoring me? I hate it when you ignore me." He said, through gritted teeth. The girl merely chuckled at him, giving him a playful wink. The youngest brother reached out and pulled her toward him. A quick gasp escaped her lips and she eyed the stairway. She didn't like getting too intimate outside of their rooms, being fearful of what might happen if they get caught.

"Mmm...you smell divine..." he whispered lowly in her ear, "I could just eat you up..." He put his fingers through her pants' belt hoops and pulled, making her straddle one of his thighs.

"I missed you." Ivar's words were sincere. He stroked her cheek gently and removed his fingers from her belt hoops. He grinned mischievously and rubbed his thigh up against her crotch.

"I...Ivar, not in the living room." She warned, not taking her gaze off the staircase. He didn't listen and continued. A soft moan made its way out of her mouth and she pushed him, getting up. She was aroused and didn't want him knowing that she was getting wet.

"I'm gonna go shower." [Y/N] announced, power walking away. He watched her go and smirked to himself. He waited until he heard the water running and music playing before sneaking in. Her clean clothes laid on the closed toilet seat and he grabbed them, sneaking back out. He would wait for her in her room.

He eventually heard the water shut off and the music stopped abruptly. He laughed to himself when he heard his sister scream his name out of anger. She went into his room first and then hers. The youngest sibling saw him sitting on her bed, dangling her panties in his hand.

"Give me my clothes, you jerk!" [Y/N] whisper screamed. She had a purple towel wrapped around her body. When he said nothing, she charged at him and hovered over him, trying to grab her panties. This gave him the opportunity to unravel her towel. She blushed and covered her chest, moving away from him. He smiled and pushed her down carefully. It reminded her of her dream.

"Did my baby sister shower because I made her feel hot and bothered?" He questioned. He pinned her wrists and kissed down her neck, biting and sucking along the way. Her breathing was labored and she squirmed.

"....yes." She confessed. She felt his kisses down to her navel and he released her wrists. He was eyeing her core.

"Ivar, it's wrong. This....all of this is wrong." She could have physically stopped him if she wanted to. She was at war with herself. A gentle lick to her clit was what set her off. She covered her mouth with one hand and gripped his hair with the other one.

"Mm, does it feel wrong?" He asked, before licking at her core. Her eyes began to water. She loved the sensation. She enjoyed his touch. She liked the way her inner thighs quaked. She cried not because of what he was doing, but cried due to her body's reaction. It frightened her how much she enjoyed what he was doing.

"N-no. It...it feels good. ...touch me more, Ivar." She stroked his hair and moaned softly. He gripped her hips so she couldn't move and inserted his tongue. It caught her off guard and she bit her bottom lip, thrusting her hips against his mouth.

"I....want to make you feel good, too." She arched her back and moved her hands to her chest, rolling her nipples in between her fingers.

"Not this time. I want to show you who you belong to." Ivar was going to do whatever it took to make her crave him.

"You know, I could have taken you by force plenty of times if I wanted to." Listening to her breathy moans made his own genitalia ache. He pulled himself out from his sweatpants and stroked his throbbing cock.

".....I can't. Ivar, please. I can't." Her breathing quickened. She was going to reach her climax. She furrowed her brows and whimpered, her inner thighs shaking. She reached her high, but he kept licking and sucking. He was overstimulating her.

"N-no more. Ivar, it's too much!" [Y/N] hollered accidentally. Her outburst riled him up and he came right after. He pulled away from her and put himself back in his sweat pants. He watched as she laid there, worn out. She wrapped the towel around herself and sighed in content.

"We're lucky no one is home right now." He grinned evilly. She glared at him and smacked him with a pillow.

"You should have told me that beforehand!"

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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Hi! May I please have a ship for Marvel, My Hero Acadameia, Vikings, and Peaky Blinders? I’m 5’7, dark hair and dark eyes. I’m extroverted and very fun and silly around my friends. I’m pretty professional in my job/school and I take things I’m passionate about pretty seriously. I get bored easily but when I enjoy something I tend to throw myself into it and learn as much about it as possible. I like to work out and stay in shape but I’m also very big into reading, writing, and music. Thank you!

5′7 *sigh* i wish i was that tall. you sound dope btw!

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MARVEL - STEVE ROGERS, CAPTAIN AMERICA

steve is like an old man period thats his life but you are like this party animal. you love to take him out to the city and love to drink with him. you want to see cap turn into either a candy stripper or a crazy political sexy mad man. you always want to see him get out of his box and go crazy. he usually ends up listening to you and getting super drunk where you have to pull his as* back home or he smiles seeing you go silly and being a goofball. he loves to work out so when you go with him you both try to outdo one another. you try to go faster than him but i mean hes a super soldier but he always lets you win. you teach him all the weird modern movies. you tell him and teach him all about the modern life the modern dances and social media. he loves when you take selfies of him and you especially together. you listen intently when he tells you about the war and his life back then. he loves how serious your face gets and you become fully enraptured and you listen and take it all in and you are interested which means so much to steve. he likes how serious you are with missions and avengers, the state of humanity means so much to him so when it means a lot to you he finds it very attractive. he likes how open you are to so many things.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA - SHOTO TODOROKI

likes your height a lot and he is always staring at you. he likes how youre always smiling and you find the good in life and you are passionate about school and he likes that you try to learn every bodies powers. he is so quiet especially when it comes to talking about you so you bring out things in him that no one else has. he likes to make mini ice sculptures for you. your so ecstatic to learn about his powers that you make him freeze up ice cream and make him heat up your ramen. he sees your like good in everything. you are sometimes bored of studying and stuff so shoto helps you with school and he likes to chill in your room and lay on your lap or near you. he gets mesmerized by your looks. he likes to play with your hair when you are writing or reading. you dance to your music and he just sits and watches you dance because he is a tsundere and he aint about that life. sees how passionate you are about life and school and that matters a lot to him and he can see that you are serious about this life and that you want this just as much as he does and he can seriously relate and it means a lot to him.

VIKINGS - IVAR RAGNARSON

ok ok ok ivar is crazy i know but he hot sorry ok hi...ivar is like that creepy quiet kid that stares at you alllll the time. he stares at you ALL THE TIME! he tries to show you hes intimidating and not to be messed with but you are goofy and do not take him seriously and you tease him. he hates that he cant show you what a true man looks like because he is a crippled but you love him. likes how tough you look and that you dont care what people think you are going to be genuine and yourself, silly and goofy. when no one is looking ivar also gets fun and wild with you especially when he had his cart. he thinks you are probably the smartest person aside from him on this earth. he likes that you try to go forward and farther into creating things to go more smart in the future. you create machinery and are serious in learning new things. ivar though gets into like a shy boi when he is around you. you are somebody that has fun with life and enjoys your friends and he is so stuck up scared and stressed out. you make him see a different side to himself and life. you make life seem fun and with you he does always have fun. you make him smile and laugh.

PEAKY BLINDERS - THOMAS SHELBY

tommy is more serious while youre fun and jumpy. you are super into your job which tommy can relate to. sometimes needs your help with writing important papers or just letters. loves to take you on dates and love that you can handle the tough life and make it a great time. his brothers love you. OUR BOI TOMMY THO KNOWS HOW TO DANCE!!! so he always take you out to dance especially to your favorite music. he loves how close you two get. he just cant get enough of you and makes sure he has his eye on you and protects you so he makes sure that his brothers protect you and the rest of the peaky blinders. also tommy likes how tall you are. he likes when you learn about his interests. his kids love you. he just loves your smile and attitude towards life. youre the happiness in his dark depressing dirty world. he is grateful you have entered into his life and he never wants to let you go.

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hc-geralt-23 · 1 year

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If anyone has any scenarios they would like written you can send me some in my asks or messages me and i will try to get them done.

#geralt x reader #bjorn x reader #ubbe x reader #ivar x reader #Uthred x Reader #stefan salvatore x you #damon salvatore x y/n #daemon targeryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #dean winchester x reader #negan x reader #daryl dixon x reader #bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn ironside x y/n #ubbe ragnarson x reader #ubbe ragnarson x y/n

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Rest Your Weary Hands Snippet 1 - Fierce Protector

This can be read at any time but fits best between parts 12 and 13. It's not one whole story but lots of little ones that didn't justify a whole chapter and didn't fit in the flow of the story.

Part 12

Contains: Medical care, ableism, protective Ivar, protective reader, fluff.

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You and Ivar accept each other as you are, after a while, it became more than just simple acceptance and becomes something else.

You were rubbing Ivar's legs when the door burst open, it was Hvitserk and Sigurd. You covered Ivar's legs as fast as you could and stood up in front of him. You had only been here one day and you didn't know any of them well at all.

"Don't you know how to knock? I'm treating your Brother, unless it's life-threatening, it can wait." They looked shocked.

"Apologies My Princes, it's very important that I do this in a timely manner." You cast your eyes to the ground expecting to be punished, it seems that Ivar wanted to intercede

"You heard her, go. She'll be with you when she's done with me." They looked at Ivar funny but left anyway.

"I'm sorry about that My Prince, I should have locked the door."

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The men behind you were snickering at Ivar while whispering behind their hands, "He can't even walk, why is she bothering.", "Maybe she wants to snatch up a prince without having to fuck one." Ivar looked down at his feet then glanced to you.

"Don't listen to them My Prince, it's not your fault they won't take the time to know you before making assumptions." Ivar gave you a small smile, but didn't seem to pick up so you walked over to the men.

"I have excellent hearing gentlemen, if I ever hear you speaking badly about a Son of Ragnar again, I will have you flogged."

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A drunk man was stumbling around The Great Hall while you and Ivar enjoyed a late dinner, "Leave the cripple and come to my bed, pretty girl." He wobbled up to you and put a hand on the back of your chair, leaning in close enough that you could smell meed on his breath.

"I would much rather be In Prince Ivar's presence than yours, now leave before I have you kicked out." The man didn't move so you picked up an empty jug and swung it at his head, he fell over and clutched the bleeding cut.

"Leave now, I won't ask again."

You were sitting at the training ground watching Ivar and Ubbe spar when two warriors walked up to them.

"You've improved Prince Ivar, I guess you can fight like a man now instead of a cripple." the other man laughed, they must have been visiting from elsewhere because no one who lived in Kattagte would speak to Ivar like that. Before anyone else could do anything, you tapped the primary aggressor on the shoulder, when he turned around you reared up and punched him straight in the face. He went down clutching his nose and you turned to the other man.

"Apologise or I won't be just punching you." The man shifted and you crossed your arms over your chest.

"How about, 'I'm sorry Oh Merciful Prince Ivar for my terrible disrespect, thank you for not gutting me." The man turned bright red and looked at the ground.

"Don't look at your feet, look at Ivar and say your sorry." You took a step towards him so you were in his space, Ubbe was standing behind you, ready to step in if it got physical.

"I'm sorry Prince Ivar, I was wrong, you're not a man...." He didn't get to finish his sentence before you were on top of him, slamming his head into the dirt. Ubee left it for a little while, but when it started to sound wet more than crunchy he pulled you off. He actually had to lift you up bodily, off the ground to get you away from the man.

You turned your glare to Ubbe "I wasn't done." Ubbe shook his head.

"You are now." He cast a look back at the men, one now helping the other off the ground.

"If I see you around here again, I will let her finish the job."

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To say you were exhausted was an understatement, you were so tired you could barely stand up. There had been incident at the docks and you had been sticking wounds for the last 36 hours with no sleep, the brothers had come to collect you to get you to get some rest for hours, but each time you were busy so you told them to come back.

You were finally done but the walk to The Great Hall seemed like a trek to the mountains so you put out a blanket on the beach and laid down planning to rest for 20 minutes before going back to your room to get some extra sleep.

Ivar was walking to the beach to come and get you, this time he wouldn't give you room to refuse. As he came around to your spot he saw you curled up in a thin blanket. A little bit to your left, two men were going through your bag, you were so fast asleep it was like they weren't even there.

However, you were woken up by the sound of an axe being buried in someone's skull, when you lifted your head up, one man was running away and the other was dead, bleeding on the sand. You rubbed your face and look over at Ivar.

"What did you do that for?" He walked up to the man and pulled the axe out of his head before walking over to you and helping you stand up.

"He was about to steal from you, I don't know what he would have done after that so I planed for the worst." You shook your head at him, but your tone was friendy, "you don't need to kill every person who upsets me Ivar, I can take care of myself."

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Ivar was watching you from afar. You were very very drunk, having an animated conversation with one of the junior livestock healers. You were one of the wonderful drunks that told everyone how great they were, it made him laugh.

You reached up into a stretch and a yawn and slapped your hand on the man's shoulder, he could see you vaguely gesturing to the back of the hall where your room was.

The man you were speaking to nodded, gave you a big smile then left, so you started stumbling to your room. Just as he was about to go and help, one of the royal guards stepped in to do it instead. He knew you were in good hands and nothing was going to happen to you but that didn't stop him from stomping over.

"I'll take it from here Erik." Erik was already handing you over to Ivar, "it's alright Ivar, Erik is nice, he was just going to take me to my room." Ivar shook his head.

"I know he's nice y/n, but do you really want him seeing the mess on your shelves, you've been complaining you haven't had the time to get around to cleaning them for days." You pointed at your head and laughed, "you have a really big brain Ivar, I don't want him seeing the mess, but you're ok because your room is in even worse a state."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Come on giggles, lets get you to bed."

Part 13

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Requests you ask for 👀.

I shall give. Viking x Reader

Where said character(s) react to their wife having to defend their children from a bear/forest creature. And easily defeating it. Going from complete deadly killer to momma bear who's hugging her sweet children close.

Love a feral momma bear. - marshmellow

So I really only see this prompt as Bjorn and Ubbe with the kid part BUT since Ivar has a special place in my heart I'll write him with kids as well

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU FENDING OFF A CRITTER TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN

THIS IS THE LOOK YOU GET YOU AND YOU CHILDREN ARE STRUGGLING TO HAUL A BEAR CARCASS TO KATTEGAT

LIKE WHAT!?

Bjorn was definitely worried, like why was his beloved and their children carrying a dead bear? Are yall alright?!

"Wife! Are you okay? What happened?" Bjorn rose from his seat on the porch and ran over to you and your kin.

You huffed and threw the bear's head and front arms down to the ground, your kids followed suit and laid down on the ground with the dead bear.

"What happened, Bjorn, is that we were hunting and this foul, loathsome, lowlife, bear thought he could harm us. Jokes on it, we're having a feast tonight!" You roared so all of Kattegat could hear you, everyone around cheered in delight.

"That is quite a feat Y/N," Bjorn looked down at the bear and got a thought. He took your hand and led you up on the porch of the great hall, your children followed their dad up there with you. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my wife once more as Y/N Bear-Killer!" Bjorn raised your hand up with his as everyone celebrated and congratulated you. Your kids hugged your legs as their congratulations to you, you bent down and embraced them. Everyone, including the woodland critters, knew now not to mess with you, especially your children.

Out of the corner of Ubbe's eye he saw you and your children hauling a moose in a pull wagon... or at least trying to

First of all, you didn't have the pull wagon when you left so when did you come back and grab it?

Second, WHERE THE HELL DID THE DEAD MOOSE COME FROM?!

He had to do a double take on it to make sure it wasn't an illusion by the Trickster God Loki

"Love! What happened? Are you and the children alright?" You sighed and dropped the handles to the cart, the moose slid off of it to the ground. Your children were small enough to sit in the moose's antler, so sit they did, tired from helping their momma.

"I'm fine, nothing but a long soak with herbs won't fix. But this here moose is obviously not alright for it is dead, a punishment for attempting to hurt us," You stretched out your sore and tired muscles, that soak was really starting to sound good.

"Oh my brave, yet crazy wife, I'm glad you are alright, but when did you get the pull cart?"

"Oh that? We borrowed it from a farmer nearby, by the time we would've came here and back to the carcass it would've been already claimed by the wolves," you shrugged as if it was self-explanatory. You beckoned your kids over to you by kneeling and opening your arms, they ran towards you and as soon as they reached you, you picked them up in your arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, your very strong children and I would like a bath and a nap. Go ahead and clean the moose, we feast tonight."

You turned on your heel and walked towards the long house, leaving a shocked Ubbe staring at your back. Did all of that really just happen?

I feel like Ivar would get horny if he knew you took down a huge ass wolf (which explains the second pic)

like the first one is "Wow, my wife took down that wolf, who's almost as big as Fenrir? Damn that's hot"

The wolf slung across your shoulders was heavy, but you had no other means of carrying it, and the pelt would make a nice cloak or blanket for your kin. You walked through Kattegat with your child in tow, they were concerned for your wellbeing, but you assured them you were fine. Ivar watched as you hauled the wolf up to the long house, not bothering to get up knowing you were as strong as Freyja. You dropped the wolf at his feet and fell into his open arms and lap.

" It seems you had an eventful hunt, love," Ivar wrapped his arms around your waist, but before he could get comfortable your child crawled up into your lap, it's a good thing Ivar can't feel your combined weight, only the presence.

"Yes, indeed we did, what do you think little one? Should we use the pelt as a blanket, or turn it into a cloak?" The child pondered before saying their answer. "Blanket it is then," you kissed their forehead and let them go. "Now run along and go get Uncle Bjorn, he'll help you turn the wolf into a nice blanket." You smiled as they slid down Ivars legs and ran to get Bjorn.

"Are you alright my love?" Ivar looked over your upper body as he rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Yes, husband, nothing like a good back massage won't fix," you leaned into his touch, being comforted by Ivar was definitely something you needed right now. Ivar gave you a mischievous look through his eyelashes.

"Instead of a massage," he started. "How about I break your back?"

#vikings x reader #vikings #bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn x reader #bjorn #bjorn ironside #ubbe x reader #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless

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Of Broken Rabbits - Part 2

Previous part

Characters: Ivar “the Boneless” Ragnarsson x Reader, Ubbe Ragnarson

Summary: You are still locked in your chamber, Ubbe visits you to convince you to survive, and eventually you were convinced, and Ivar, well, he is trying to be kinder

Word count: 1251

Warnings: mention of abuse and bickering

A/N: none

Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart

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The day had passed, all of the maidens’ attempts to convince you to accept Ivar’s offer failed, you felt yourself grow weaker within the hour, too tired to lift a limp, the day became two and two became three, that’s when you had an unfamiliar visitor, Ubbe, you recognized him from the doomed wedding “Y/N, you look awful” he had told you, you glared at him weakly “what are you doing to yourself? Is this really how you wish to pass?” you nodded “Freyja will have mercy on me” you replied, he laughed “Freyja couldn’t care less about her subjects, otherwise, Ivar would’ve been different”

You looked at him with teary eyes, you were about to cry if you weren’t too dehydrated and tired “look, Ivar… he has a unique way of showing his feelings, one minute he is the sweetest, the second he wants to burn everyone alive, don’t allow yourself to die a meaningless death because of his tantrum” you didn’t say a word “what is it that he wanted anyways? For you to look nice and eat with him? You can do it, live another day to fight another fight”

His words made sense, the closer death is, the more you realized, if you die, then it is another girl who will fall a victim of his “bring her mead” he requested from the maidens who obeyed immediately, he took the jar and placed it near your mouth “drink, believe me, this act of bravery is not worth it”

Spiteful, you drank the mead, emptied the jar, Ubbe smiled at you, he got up and looked at the maidens “help the queen into a gown, she will be dining with us tonight” they obeyed, and you allowed them to dress you and fix your looks, the problem was not you, your death would’ve been meaningless, the problem was your husband, his death would mean something, a better life for the people of Kattegat and ensuring that no woman or maiden will go through his cruelty again.

When you entered the great hall with Ubbe by your arm, guiding you to your rightful seat, all eyes were focused on you, especially Ivar’s, his feelings were mixed between relief and anger “look, my beautiful bride is feeling better” he exclaimed, people cheered, once you were seated, the food rushed to you, of all kinds, drinks as well, Ivar remained quiet.

The night went smoothly, few cheered for you getting better, you guessed Ragnarsons told them that you fell ill, Ivar tried to keep his distance as much as possible besides a few stairs, mainly to make sure that you are still alive, you remained quiet aside from sharing pleasantries with the people of Kattegat.

Returning to your room, you felt your heart clenching, unsure of his reaction, he limped to the bed and took off his braces, and rested his feet on the mattress, you saw the pained expressions on his face, you undressed yourself and re-changed to your nightgown then laid on your side of the bed, ignoring his existence, however, gods had different plans.

“I’m glad you didn’t die out of stupidity” he mumbled, his eyes forward, looking at the fire “you are so stubborn, it is tiring! Why can’t you just accept our lives the way it is?” you scoffed and turned to face him “life? What life? You don’t talk to me, you hit me and we are not even wedded for a month, you stole me from me from my village and you starved me to death!”

The king rolled his eyes “in my defense, you starved yourself and disobeyed me” you looked at him angrily “I’m supposed to be your wife, not your subject! You supposed to respect me, care about my wellbeing, I’m supposed to be your wife” he furrowed his eyebrows “I respect you, I never humiliated you in front of anyone, I always praise you in your presence, and it’s not like you respect or care about me!”

The man was getting on every nerve you have, you couldn’t hold back your tongue “are you fucking kidding me? I literally tried to be kind to you and I was met with a don’t tell anyone what happens in the bedroom, I tried to care for your wellbeing and you hit me! Tell me, what respect can remain with actions like this?” you snapped “I apologized!” he snapped back “saying you are sorry is one thing and meaning it is another!” you attacked back “gods I wish I never met you!” he groaned, shifting to his side of the bed, giving you his back “oh believe me it’s the most mutual feeling we have” you did the same.

You tried to sleep that night but you couldn’t, you kept shifting on the bed, uneven from the days you laid still and waited for your death, Ivar was sensing every movement, it was no surprise when he groaned and sat, glaring at you “woman enough!” he demanded, you rolled your eyes “i’m trying to sleep, not my fault” he rolled his eyes “of course, nothing is ever your fault” he said sarcastically, you wished you had a dagger next to you to stab him right there.

You didn’t reply, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and laid down, his attention focused on the ceiling, quiet, for a minute or so “I’m sorry, I’ve been treating you roughly, when I’m mad I don’t see what’s in front of me” he mumbled, you shifted and looked at him “almost sincere” he frowned “it is sincere!” it was, you could feel it, you simply didn’t want to let it go that easily.

He shifted to look at you instead of the ceiling “let’s start over, pretend the last month never happened” you hesitated “I will be kinder to you, I will be a better husband” your hesitation grew, but those piercing blue eyes were making it difficult for you to remain mad at him, you still wanted him dead, but you wanted to believe that he had more to him aside from being a complete psychopathic king.

You sighed and nodded, he offered a gentle smile “thank you Y/N” you didn’t reply “let us spend some time tomorrow, just the two of us, we can do whatever you wish” you wanted to list things you wanted to do, like walking in the fields, swimming in the rivers, playing with the children, but you knew none of these activities was an option anymore, not with your so called husband at least, you thought for a moment “we can go to that farm I saw across from here, with the small abandoned house, we can spend the day there together” he nodded “I will send the servants to prepare it for us at once” you shook your head “let us not, you are the one who said we should do as I wish, and I wish for us to be alone and uninterrupted”

He raised an eyebrow at you “you are a queen, you shouldn’t do mundane chorus like cooking and cleaning” you shrugged “for tomorrow, I’m not a queen and you are not a king, we are a man and a woman” it took him a minute but eventually he was convinced, you grinned, perhaps, away from the flashiness of a ruler’s life, a different side of your husband will appear, a side that made Freyja certain of the wellness of this match.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #vikings fanfiction #ivar vikings #ivar #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar x reader #ubbe vikings #vikings ubbe #Of Broken Rabbits

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heathenarmyimagines · 3 years

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Title: Find Us(Finale)

Summary: What will happen now that Ivar has accepted his past actions.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven

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Ivar physically felt like he had been hit with a wrecking ball. His head was throbbing, his legs could have been set on fire and he would be relieved if they burned to ashes. In his chest his heart was trying to beat its way out of him.

All that physical pain didn’t hold a candle to how his mind was screaming at him.

YOU’RE A FILTHY CRIPPLE! A MURDERER! YOU KILLED A CHILD, YOUR OWN BROTHER AND THOUSANDS MORE!

It was world shattering to behold his own actions.

‘How does it feel?’

‘Like shit.’ he replied.

There was an amused breath of laughter from the now younger looking viking.

‘I closed off the connection before it got to the end, I wanted to explain it first. That way you could decide if you wanted to see it.’

‘Why, is it worse than killing my own brother.’

‘That depends on you.’

He wasn’t sure if it was the way his doppelganger said it, or if it was the weird energy around those words that made him brace himself for a powerful blow.

‘When I was younger than you are now, I had lost my father. He left his family behind and we didn’t see him for years. Then he came back and I tagged along on his suicide mission, that was where it all started.’ the ghost started.

Ivar moved so that he could sit with his legs out in front of him to relieve the pain in his knees and noticed that he was sitting almost mirrored to his own ghost.

‘When what started?’

‘That was my second birth, when I realized that Ivar the Boneless was not just an insult my father chose to mark me with, but a name that could strike fear into the hearts of enemies. I suggested the Great Army and I won truly amazing battles, I felt like I could not lose.’

‘How did it go wrong?’ Ivar asked.

‘It started with my brothers, after I-’ the viking seemed to want to stop speaking but he visibly forced himself to keep going.

‘After I killed Sigurd things weren’t the same between my brothers and me, so I focused on my own ambitions. So much so that I began to push them away from me. In a few years we went from taking over England together to warring against each other.’

Ivar tried to imagine his brothers, his brothers he loved almost suddenly looking at him with malice, he thought of Sigurd not being there.

‘I’m not sure when I stopped sacrificing to the Gods, or when I started to put too much faith in my own importance but once I realized it it was too late. I was losing battle after battle, I couldn’t find supporters or men willing to fight beside me, all at once it seemed my Gods had abandoned me.’

‘Why would they? You-I was awful.’

‘I was, and I couldn’t swallow my pride and admit it.’

‘So why then? Why marry that Christian girl, Wilda. Why all of this? Why did you have to drag (Y/N) into this?’ Ivar snapped tiredly.

‘I didn’t want to, believe me boy, I never wanted another person to feel like I did. Live the way I did and hurt so much. When I consulted the Seer I accepted all my fault and was prepared for my damned after life, but then it wasn’t just me.’

‘Your family?’

‘My family. I had upset the Gods so much so that my entire family was cursed, even the family that wasn’t blood.’

‘Who else? How many of us are here because of your selfishness?’

‘My mentor Floki, his lovely wife Helga, my most loyal friends Herald Finehair and his brother Halfdan. Even Lagertha, that bitch first wife of my Father’s and her daughter...I can never remember her name.’

‘Her name was Gida.’ Ivar provided, shocked at just how truly self important he had once been in a past life.

The ghost looked mildly surprised and leaned forward a bit to look closer at his reincarnation

‘I never met my Gida, and I can’t imagine you met yours.’

‘No, she died too young but she was my sister just the same as Bjorn is my brother. It’s only right to love her, or at the very least respect her memory.’

The ghost smiled as he reclined once more.

‘You really are a better me than I ever could have been, and when the day comes for it I will be eager to hear your tales in Valhalla.’

Ivar blinked a few times to process this new bit of information.

‘Valhalla? I can’t go there I’m-I’m not a warrior, I’m not gonna die in a battle am I?’ he panicked picturing what manner of death would be required of him to enter the great hall.

‘Who knows? It doesn’t matter, you have already earned your seat there of course you may deny it. If you’d rather sing disgusting Christian songs in Heaven, so be it.’

Ivar had a million things to say and a billion questions to ask but one question was so important that it immediately overthrew everything in his world.

‘What will happen to (Y/N) now?’ he asked.

‘Nothing, no harm will befall her, she will be protected and blessed by the Gods as will her family for as long as she lives. They are being very generous with her, considering how much was required of her when she wasn’t one of their believers.’

‘Good she deserves it. She deserves more for even thinking about doing something like that after the way you treated her.’ Ivar said, gasping at the sound of his own words.

As soon as he had heard it a memory took hold of his mind.

There she was, same eyes, nose and mouth he had seen when he first met her, but different.

Younger.

She was small and skinny and looked exhausted, her dress was ragged and covered in small rag patches. Looking at her he would think her to be either an average twelve year old or a small fourteen year old.

She was mixing something in a small clay bowl, her hands shaking horrendously.

‘Hurry up, my wounds will already be infected by the time you get done at that pace!’ he shouted, making her jump at his loud voice.

‘I’m trying your majesty.’ she said quickly.

‘No you aren’t! I bet you can’t wait for me to die huh? Maybe you’d prefer to wait, watch this wound fester huh?’ he continued as he crawled toward her quickly.

She tried to scramble away but she wasn’t fast enough, he caught her ankle.

‘Maybe you’ll make it faster if you have your own wounds to heal Christian Girl.’

He felt a terrible cold on his leg and jerked to look down at what caused it; a hand, wrapped in an old brown leather fingerless glove.

‘I don’t think now is the time to go looking through all your new memories just yet.’ his ghost said as the hospital’s mens bathroom came back into focus.

Ivar shook as his whole body seemed to recover from a massive chill he had been too overwhelmed to notice.

‘You are right, I was cruel to her, even as a child. Imagine how insulted I was when my brother suggested she be the one I tied my fate to. Of course I had no arguments, the circumstances as they were I had no choice. I needed a woman that I’d hated and who hated me in turn and she had to be outside of my faith. She couldn’t be a Viking woman because she couldn’t know what the consequences would be if all went wrong.’

‘She had denied, when you asked, everytime you asked. You couldn’t force her, she had to be willing. She only went along when your brothers asked her and assured her their protection from you.’

Before his ghost could say anything there was a sound of running in the hallway outside the restroom.

‘We won’t have too much time left now, maybe the Gods will let me visit your dreams every few years.’

Ivar looked at the door in confusion but turned back to his ghost.

‘Before I go on, I want you to know that your feelings have nothing to do with me or Wilda. Your feelings are yours and yours alone. I also want to ask one last thing of you; tell Sigurd I’m sorry. Tell all of them I’m sorry.’

‘Where the hell is he?!’ it was Sigurd’s voice, Ivar could hear him running toward the bathroom.

Feeling a sudden need to hurry and ask one last question he looked to his ghost.

‘What do I do now?’

‘Live. Live better than me and never make my mistakes.’ was all he said as he smiled encouragingly.

‘Ivar! What the hell happened to you?!’ Sigurd gasped as he ran to Ivar’s side to help him up.

I took my meds on an empty stomach on top of over the counter ibuprofen.’ Ivar lied smoothly as he got back on his feet.

He glanced at the spot where his ghost had been but he was not surprised to see that he had vanished.

‘What the hell were you thinking? As if we weren’t worried enough about (Y/N) already.’

Normally Ivar would argue, he and Sigurd always found something to pick at each other about but he couldn’t imagine fighting with his brother right now.

Not after he had just seen himself kill him.

Before he could even think about it he was pulling Sigurd into a tight hug. Even when the older brother tensed up he refused to let go.

‘I love you Sigurd, never forget that? No matter what; I love you, and I’m sorry. You will never understand how sorry I am for the things I’ve done.’ Ivar said as he buried his face into his brother’s shoulder.

Almost nervously Sigurd returned the hug, giving Ivar’s back a few awkward pats.

‘I love you too, dumbass, and whatever you’re apologizing for is forgiven. However; as fun as this is, we need to clean you up fast.’

Ivar pulled back and was shocked to find that he needed to wipe away tears. He glanced at his reflection and winced at his own image.

His skin was pale and mouth and chin were covered in blood from his nosebleed.

‘Crap.’ he said as he grabbed some napkins to clean his face.

‘Why were you looking for me?’ he asked Sigurd.

‘(Y/N) woke up.’

‘What?’ Ivar said eagerly, nearly knocking Sigurd over in his haste to get to (Y/N)’s room.

‘Hold on you still like a horror movie disc cover!’ his brother yelled as he chased after him.

In the back of his mind he took into consideration his brother’s comment but he couldn’t care less about his appearance right now. He barely cared about anything but (Y/N) at this very moment; he didn’t care that the doctors would surely want to check over him once they saw his bloody face, he had to see her first.

He ran through the halls as fast as his metal legs would allow him to and when he finally saw the door he somehow ran faster towards it.

‘(Y/N)!’ Ivar cried as soon as he reached the doorway.

Everyone in the hospital room jumped, none of them expecting such a sudden and loud entry.

There was Helga on the right side of the bed who was checking her blood pressure and Halfdan was there on the left and appeared to be asking (Y/N) questions about how she was feeling.

When (Y/N)’s eyes met his they went wide and watery.

‘Ivar.’ she sobbed as she got out of the bed, ignoring Helga’s protest as she did so.

She threw her arms around him in a grip that was surprisingly tight, but Ivar returned it almost tenfold. He closed his eyes and tried to memorize everything about this moment. The way she fit into his arms perfectly, how she smelled and even the way her tears felt as they hit his shirt.

‘You did it.’ she said softly, her voice muffled as her face was pressed into his chest.

‘I had to, it was for you.’ he said, just as quietly as he pulled back to look at her.

Well he had intended to anyway; as soon as he pulled out of their hug (Y/N) had pulled him in, but not for another hug.

This time it was a kiss.

An honestly rather bad one if he was honest; it tasted like blood and tears and she was still partially sobbing. All that aside it felt so much better than any kiss he’d ever had in his life, it felt right.

‘Excuse me!’

The two of them were startled apart by Halfdan’s angry voice and turned to see the doctor was red in the face and looked ready to thrash the both of them.

Instantly he caught a glimpse as the doctor in his past life as a viking and for a second he was concerned he might actually have a sword in his doctor’s coat.

‘As lovely as it is to see young love, this is still a hospital and Miss (Y/L/N) needs to be examined at once to determine the cause of her being braindead less than an hour ago so if you could let me have my patient back please.’ the doctor almost seethed as a vein bulged on his forehead.

‘O-of course, my apologies.’ Ivar apologized as he reluctantly let go of (Y/N).

‘We’ll talk later.’ she said quietly before he turned to leave the room.

In the end neither of them knew that “later” would mean nearly a month.

Things were very hellish and chaotic once (Y/N) was awake; of course her family were ecstatic and they didn’t want to ever let her out of their sight again after nearly losing her. She had been surprised to find out that what she thought was no more than a dream during a sleep study ended up being three days of being braindead.

Ivar also had a bit of a time explaining to a doctor that his nose was bleeding because he mixed strong painkillers with over the counter ones that doubled as a blood thinner and could cause excessive bleeding.

They chewed him out professionally for a while, then they let his parents know and they did it a bit less professionally as his mother was a mess of tears as she scolded him for his recklessness. Ragnar had to escort her out of the hospital to gather herself but he also made sure to let Ivar know he was disappointed in his actions.

Of course Ivar felt like crap for worrying his family like this when they should all be celebrating (Y/N)’s recovery. Still; none of those feelings held a candle to his guilt for having cursed his family and friends.

After accepting his past life it was as if every moment he wasn’t actively fighting against them he was catching glimpses of his past life. He could see his family as Vikings; see his brothers staring at him with hate in their eyes, his mother’s familiar pitying eyes and his father looking at him with borderline disgust.

With the knowledge of his past crimes against them now fresh in his mind he was making it his mission to apologize to all of them, despite none of them knowing what he was apologizing to them for. He also swore off all selfishness and selfish actions.

He gave even more to charity, and was looking into strong activist organizations that he would volunteer for in the summer and also had plans to form his own once he was older.

Of course all of that meant a lot to him, but more importantly it all kept him busy.

All he wanted to do was be at (Y/N)’s side, he wanted to tell her what had happened in that hospital restroom and what he learned about the events that lead them here. Of course he couldn’t take away from her time with her family after such a tragic event, so he would just have to wait for things to calm down and for the two of them to have time alone to talk.

(Y/N)’s POV

Eventually after two weeks of being put through what to you felt like a million tests on everything from your brain to your blood the doctors simply had to accept that there was no explanation for your brain dead state. You would be going in for biweekly check ups just in case for about six months as a precaution, but you were finally allowed to leave the hospital.

Your family was happy to have you home again, your mother smothering you, your father absolutely spoiling you rotten, all six of your siblings were clinging onto their oldest sister and were eager to help wherever they could even if it ended in annoying arguments between all seven of you.

In the end your father had spent all the money he could afford while being financially sound, so he and his wife and kids had to return home so he could continue working. Two weeks after their departure your mother had used the last of her vacation days and she too had to return to her job.

At last you were given the green light to go back to school.

You never thought you would be happy to be waking up at seven in the morning and practically skipped to school.

Obviously you weren’t actually excited about class but you were aching to see Ivar, all you had been thinking about in your few moments of peace was him.

Ivar Ragnarson, Ivar the Boneless...your Ivar.

The one who you had kissed.

You still couldn’t believe you had the nerve to do that, and you were nervous about seeing how he felt about that. However your nervousness took the back burner to how badly you needed to talk to him.

He needed to know about your talk with Wilda, which of course you had told no one about when answering all the doctors’ questions. This information was only for you and Ivar, you wouldn’t think of talking about it with anyone else.

At school you were happy to find no one had been told of the cause of your absence, so there was no awkward moment when you arrived.

Everything was normal, until you got to your locker.

‘(Y/N)!’ all five Ragnarson sons cheered as you approached.

Sigurd, Hvitserk, Ubbe, Ivar and even Bjorn had been waiting for you.

‘Hey!’ you smiled brightly as you walked over to them.

‘Nice to finally meet you formally. I’m Bjorn Ragnarson, hopefully I’ll be teaching you Chemistry two next year.’ the eldest introduced himself formally at last.

your feelings for Ivar aside, Bjorn still remained a very, VERY attractive teacher and just him acknowledging your existence made your face a bit red.

‘Hopefully.’ you blushed.

‘Stop it.’ Ivar said as he thumped your forehead.

‘Ow.’ you pouted, looking fully at Ivar for the first time.

If you thought you were red before now you were practically steaming like a teapot.

‘I didn’t do anything.’ you mumbled as you quickly looked away.

‘You thought it.’ he said.

‘Thought what?’ Bjorn asked in confusion.

‘Nothing.’ Ivar snapped.

‘Calm down. Jealousy is an ugly color on you Ivy.’ Hvitserk teased.

‘Besides, it's only gonna get worse, cause we are all gonna hug our friend now.’ Ubbe said as he pulled you into a hug.

The hug soon devolved into an ungodly barely standing dog pile of limbs as every brother threw their arms around you as Ivar tried to pull them off of her.

‘Alright, fall back before you put her back in a hospital bed.’ Ivar complained.

At last you were freed from the forest of limbs as they backed away.

‘Never make us worry like that again. It’s already giving me wrinkles and I’m gonna need to put a lot of extra care into my skin to recover.’ Hvitserk said dramatically.

‘My apologies for my crimes.’ you bowed in turn.

‘Apologize at your party, this Friday. I’ll text you the details later.’ Ubbe said.

‘Party?’

‘It’s not a party; just us, our family, your family, a few of the nurses from the hospital and the Finehairs gathering in a venue to celebrate your active brainwaves. Also my band may make a quick appearance if you’re into that sort of thing.’ Sigurd said, rushing out the last part quickly.

‘That sounds like a party.’ you replied.

‘A family friendly gathering and everything is already planned, I just need your say so for everyone to let my band play the event for our music video.’ Sigurd confessed.

‘Keep me off camera and it’s deal Snake.’ you agreed.

‘Yay.’ Ivar, Ubbe and Hvitserk said dully.

‘Be nice, I love your music Sigurd. Now all of you off to class; bell’s gonna ring soon.’ Bjorn instructed before bidding all the students farewell and making his way to his own classroom.

The upperclassmen left, still speaking of the party plans leaving you and Ivar alone at last.

‘So…’ you said as you realized the hallway crowd was thinning out.

‘So.’ Ivar repeated as he also stood still, waiting for the hallway to empty completely before he spoke.

‘I have a lot to tell you.’ you both said at the same time.

‘Ladies first.’ Ivar insisted.

‘I wasn’t brain dead. I mean that’s what the doctors say I was, but to me it was just like a dream; one of my Viking dreams. But this was different, The Seer, the one with no eyes, he wasn’t there, and neither were you. This time it was Wilda; it was me and she was older and Ivar, she spoke to me.’

‘She spoke to you?’ Ivar asked.

‘Yes, directly to me just like I’m talking to you; no riddles or puzzles, just clear talk. She told me what happened, or what she understood at least. Ivar we weren’t the first reincarnations, there were so many others, some never even met, the incomplete connection drove them mad. The ones that did could never get it right, they rejected their truths and it cost them their lives.’ you said.

Ivar leaned against the lockers as he processed the information.

‘There were others.’ he said, closing his eyes.

‘I remember them too now.’

‘What?’ you gasped.

‘I met him; Ivar the Boneless, the night I took you in for the study. Just popped into existence in the waiting room. He tried to speak with me, to make me see myself in him and I refused.’ he answered.

‘Then what happened?’ you asked.

‘The doctor told me you were brain dead, and I knew it was my fault.’

‘It wasn’t.’ you tried to console him as you stood beside him and leaned against the locker as well.

‘It was, and you know it too. You could have died. Hell, you already have several times and each time it had been my fault. Because I am selfish. I know that now and it caused so much pain for so many innocent people and as bad as I feel for those people I feel the worse for doing it to you.’

You looked up and saw tears on Ivar’s red cheeks, instinctively you took hold of his hand and interlocked your fingers.

‘I remember it all, everything. I remember Wilda and I was cruel to her, I hurt her and I remember the other lives and how many times I chose to let you die for my selfishness.’ he finished, wiping his eyes with his free hand.

You released his hand and took hold of his face with both hands now, making him keep eye contact with you.

‘Listen to me, and I need you to believe what I am saying because I mean it. I, (Y/N), reincarnation of Wilda the Saxxon woman, forgive you Ivar, reincarnation of Ivar the Boneless. I forgive all your deeds against me.’

‘I can’t take your guilt, and you can’t forget or change your past; but I can forgive you and thank you for saving my current life, and you can make your own future and earn your own forgiveness.’ you said firmly.

Bright blue eyes filled with tears as they looked directly into your own teary (Y/E/C) ones and again let your body lead itself to where it wanted to be, into his arms.

His body seemed to be doing the same as his hands went readily around your waist to keep you close to him.

‘You can forgive me?’ he asked, placing his forehead against yours.

‘I was never angry with you, but I will forgive you everyday forever if you want me to.’

‘Forever is a long time, think a friendship can last that long?’

‘It could...but not ours, that friendship is over for me.’ you smiled.

‘Really?’ Ivar grinned down at you happily.

‘Yeah.’

This time Ivar pulled you into the kiss; this time it was perfect, it was a new beginning for you and Ivar.

More than that it was an ending; an ending to a story that began with a Selfish Cripple and a Christian Girl.

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