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peachyboneless · 2 years

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You have no idea how brilliant this chapter is! Everything from their shared intimacy to Ivar's attack! This was perfection♥️

I always enjoy reading Ivar in his most primal state of being: survival. This man just won't give up!

Also, the line:" Do not weep stupid girl, I will protect you, they will not find us" sums up their dynamic in more ways than one! I'm in love with that line!

Adrift chapter 10) from the ground he lingers

.-.-.

“Ivar…” Piglet warned.

But he ignored her, continuing his pesky little game.

“Ivar-,” Piglet repeated, this time with a harsh undertone, “stop it, he’s a person!”

Ivar laughed, shaking his head before throwing another berry in the opposite direction of Stum. The man-child clumsily rushed toward the small piece of fruit and spun on his thick heels when Ivar threw another berry, again in the opposite direction.

“He’s a mule, at best,” Ivar pointed out and picked up a small rock. When he threw it, Piglet smacked the back of his head before speeding up to Stum and stamping her foot down over it to prevent the poor young man from breaking any more teeth.

“You are such a bastard!” Piglet raged, clapping one hand on her hip while using the other to point at him, “what’s wrong with you?!”

Now, that was a very good question indeed, it effectively reduced his smug attitude to a much cooler form; preservation.

“I am bored,” he declared with the stance of a two year old.

“Well, I can entertain you with a story about a tyrant who doesn’t get any supper tonight,” Piglet threatened, “here, do something useful, stir up the fire,” shoving a long branch into his hand, she charged off on a quest to find food. Stum easily picked her company over Ivar’s, and even Utstott chose to follow the person with the highest chance of success at scoring him some scraps.

Dejected, Ivar stared at the frail fire. Small flames curled and swayed, casting shadows. He fiddled with the branch between the smoldering twigs and dry leaves. The flickering and crackling of the burning wood was hypnotizing and oddly comforting. It kept him occupied while he waited and gave him a meager bit of purpose.

The tip of the branch lit on fire and he retracted it, bringing it close to its face and blew it out. It was stupid, but there was some sense of pride within him from stirring up their humble campfire. After weeks of being fully impaired, in pain and completely reliant, it was nice to do something. Provide warmth and light, keep wolves away.

It was one of the many things that made him so resentful of Stum. Because that imbecile was clueless about how valuable he was to their little group of outcasts. Stum was a grand master of chopping wood. Stum was a strong conveyor, a protector, and while holding an axe came across as extremely intimidating.

As long as you didn’t snarl or bark at him, that was.

Stum was his superior and Piglet’s favorite. Stum managed to keep Piglet’s fears at bay and ignited the flame of her nurturing and caring nature. Stum’s mere presence made her smile, lit up her eyes, and eased her burden; taking care of him.

.-.-.

Airborne, Utstott glanced down peacefully at the odd couple beneath him. One stood out, whipping and smacking his arms around to avoid branches hitting his face. The other was a mere shadow, the only hint of her presence: the flashing of her teeth and white of her eyes.

Although there was plenty of forest fruit during the summer season, the humans grew hungrier by the day. Fresh meat hadn’t appeared on the menu for a long time. Het Teerkind, wasn’t skilled in making traps and the newest member of their group…well, lacked the brains.

Utstott had been able to scrap his own meal together, but aside from worms and a few field mice, he had nothing to offer.

Besides, Utstott didn’t like sharing. Those silly humans should be grateful for his mere presence. He could have left Midgard a long time ago, yet felt obligated to reappear everytime his troubled savior was in danger.

And danger had seemed to remain on their tail; why couldn’t those silly humans pick an easy life? A quiet life, within the safety of this forest. Away from wolves, rough rivers, angry farmers and-

Utstott’s list of former dangers was cut short as the bird sensed the sound of drunken, bellowing laughter.

The white raven dove into the shadows and reappeared above a prominent, well-established camp. It had a few huts made from branches and an outpost large enough to provide one person a high view into the valley.

Utstott landed atop the outpost. Taking notice of the obviously inebriated person on watch in the wooden tower, Utstott scanned the valley and cackled angrily as he spotted smoke in the air; smoke which gave the camp residents a free map to the whereabouts of his humans.

Before the drunk beneath him could take another sip Utsott soured into the sky, made a loop, and dashed into the cramped space of the outpost.

Like a cat in a sack, Utstott pecked and scratched until the drunk scurried down the ladder of the tower. The drunk’s high pitched cries alerted the rest, and it didn’t take long for five more men to rush to the center of the camp.

Finding their mate, bleeding and too drunk to mumble a simple sentence, the clear leader of the crew smacked both cheeks and shook him by the shoulders.

When the drunk was able to utter without a slur, Utstott was long gone into the shadows.

.-.-.

Ivar woke up, rubbed his eyes and wondered if he was still dreaming. The scene in front of him could simply never occur in this world.

Piglet sat crouched down in front of him, her ragged dress pressed up and she was peeing.

“Piglet?” He muttered, “if you are this scared of losing the way I can teach you to navigate by stars right this instance. No need to piss over all over camp!”

“Shut up!” Piglet whispered through gritted teeth and kicked sand over the moist remains of Ivar’s delicately curated fire.

Squatting down to her knees, Piglet rushed by his side and hastily pressed her hand over his mouth. Her bulging eyes and the sweat of fear trickling down her face told Ivar to comply immediately as he held his breath.

Leaning in close to his ear, Piglet whispered: “there are men, close.”

He could feel her heart gallop against his chest. Without a moment to lose, he wrapped his good arm around her neck and whispered back: “pull me away from the campfire.”

Piglet managed to drag his deadweight into tall grass, and from their current position the smoldering remains of the fire was barely visible. They, too, would be barely visible if any perpetrators happened to find their camp.

“Where is Stum? And Utstott?” Ivar mumbled.

“I- I don’t know, I lost them on the way back!” Piglet whimpered.

“The axe? Where is the axe?”

“I don’t know,” Piglet repeated, defeated and in tears.

“One job Piglet, one job!” Ivar hissed through his teeth, “gather food without getting any crooks on our tail, how hard can it be?!”

Silent tears ran down her cheeks, easing Ivar’s angered tone: “do not weep stupid girl, I will protect you, they will not find us.”

In his words lay empty promises, “we’ll find Stum back, I know we will. He is your shadow, remember?”

Piglet’s nod was everything but convincing, but she rubbed the tears from her face and found a way to carry her fear.

“We do what we do best,” Ivar continued, the tip of his lip touching the side of her ear, “we wait and observe.”

.-.-.

They’d rubbed mud and clay on their hands, limbs and face. Finding shelter in a natural hollow of the ground, they’d covered themselves with leaves and sticks; a perfect hideout for when daylight would break again. They lay locked against each other, sharing every breath and heartbeat. Piglet’s feminine frame somehow seemed to fit perfectly with Ivar’s broad and robust form.

Every so often Ivar’s breath would hitch, and each time the tiny hairs on Piglet’s neck would stand alert. It hurt to lay still for so long, his aching arm pressed stiffly between their bodies, while his good arm remained tightly around Piglet’s torso.

Ivar found it ironic; he’d done his absolute best to push her away, yet the thought of any men taking her away made his insides lurch.

His mind raced to block out the warmth and comfort his aching body received from holding someone else this way; from holding her. He struggled to keep his firm grip around her pragmatic and rough, a necessity to overcome their current situation.

But there lay fear in his embrace; fear of being gentle. Giving her the slightest impression of genuine care could be lethal in the long run. Because this was Piglet he was holding so close; this was the young woman who’d he seen live through horrors placed upon her by men.

And although she called him half a man, he was still one of the monsters she feared the most.

Dawn arrived and so did two men; judging by their appearance it was quite clear they were dealing with rookie pillagers. Young men; outlawed for numerous crimes. Those types tend to stick together, safety in numbers.

And of course, if you were planning to ambush travelers a set of extra hands were very helpful.

Ivar’s hand traveled upward, smothering the whimper that escaped Piglet’s mouth. Both held their breath as the two men ambled alongside their hiding spot and began to ravage their camp. Their furs were picked up, collected, and so was their water bag. One of the two whistled as he raised up their axe. He made a swinging motion, dripping with bravado, and felt compelled to pull up his sleeves and flaunt his abs to his fellow; who was much shorter and had a pudgy build.

The braggadocio made another swift move with the axe, and if it weren’t for the pudgy fellow’s instinctive recoil, the Tub would have been missing his head instead of just a string of hair.

A heated debate ensued in Dietsch and, although Ivar couldn’t understand their words, it was clear Tubs was beyond angry over the reckless action of Braggadocio.

But the young man with clearly more muscle than brain was higher in the pecking order and with a few nudges and stomps made, Tubs remembered his place.

Braggadocio swung the handle of the axe over his shoulder and motioned for his fellow to hurry up and collect the rest.

Ivar was certain that if his right hand wasn’t wrapped in a sling he would have been able to dominate and annihilate those two.

“Well, it’s good to know our axe was just a damn few feet away,” Ivar sneered sarcastically in Piglet’s ear when he was sure the two outlaws were far enough away, “was a damn few feet away, by the God’s Piglet!”

“-Do not dare to put the blame on me!” Piglet cut him off and shoved his arm off of her, “don’t you dare!”

Ivar bit his tongue and anger, it was useless to point out all her flaws and oversight. Besides, if he wanted her to be the protagonist in his ad hoc plan, he could not afford another argument.

“Piglet,” he started, knowing full-heartedly she was not going to like -she was going to hate him for- his plan, “we need our axe back, I cannot take out any men in my current state. So I need you to tear off just a little more of your skirt.”

.-.-.

Utstott watched the two outlaws as they dawdled over a herd path, content with their meager loot. Their loud chattering drowned out the sounds of the forest, birds taking flight from their nests and fleeing in an instant.

Utstott was the only animal who did not fear the two rude intruders. Like a loyal watchman he trailed above them, cawing feverishly.

His relentless squawking was a necessity; it muffled the rustling of leaves and crunching of twigs as two bare feet tried to catch up.

Het Teerkind was a pawn, a quick and stealthy pawn, who managed to pick up a handful of gravel along the way.

From a safe hideout behind ferns and bushes, she threw a pebble and managed to hit the muscular outlaw on the back of his head.

Instinctively, the Braggadocio punched Tubs straight in the face.

Tubs howled out from pain, his meaty fingers enclosing around his bloody nose. Dietsch exclamations echoed through the forest and ceased the moment another pebble hit the back of Braggadocio’s head.

The source of the annoyance revealed herself, het teerkind sprung from her hideout and sketched a brief bow in their direction, assuming a regal pose.

Both outlaws stared gobsmacked at the dark wildling who bared her teeth and launched a handful of gravel their way.

Het Teerkind bolted as the two outlaws began their pursuit, unaware they were set to fall into a bear trap.

Being chased sparked a primal fear in het Teerkind, this could be lethal and at worst- she could end up being nothing more than a share between the men. So, she ran as fast as her strong legs could carry her, she did not need to pretend the devil was chasing her.

She ran, screaming breathlessly as she zigzagged alongside trees, ducking under branches. Her pursuers struggled to keep up, their loot and size being a disadvantage.

Luckily, her terrified screams were an excellent lead; the Braggadocio yelled at Tubs to keep up as the space between the two outlaws grew.

When Tubs managed to falter, Braggadocio shook his head and sped up, determined to catch the wench who hit him twice in the back of the head.

As the trees diverged, it was easier for the young man to gain on her; the distance between him and her diminishing with each step.

Seconds before he could claw his fingers into the black matted curls ahead of him, his target did something odd; she took a little leap.

Her reason for doing so became immediately clear; a string of ripped skirt had been pulled tightly between two tree roots, tripping the huntsman.

Braggadocio tumbled over; palms instinctively pressed forward to prevent bashing his forehead.

The ground beneath him stirred and rumbled; a face appeared from behind a blanket of leaves.

Utstott watched with delight at how the cripple rose from the soil, headbutting the young man who straddled his chest while raising a moss-clad stone high into the air.

The cracking of human bone silenced the area.

Utstott watched as the cripple brought up the stone once more, hurling it down without reservation-caving in the backside of the young man’s skull. Blood spattered, staining the soil, the grass. It dripped down the young man’s chin, moments before his arms started to spasm and give in.

Cognizance left the flesh, but the body wasn’t ready to give up the fight.

For several moments, the cripple struggled to shove the convulsing limbs away from his face before delivering a final blow directly to the temple, ushering in a welcome surrender.

Utstott was more than pleased; knowing he will feast tonight.

.-.-.

Ivar needed Piglet to help push the deadweight off his torso. Before sitting up fully, he shot her a humble grin; it was meant to be apologetic, for his kill was sloppy and chaotic.

He realised Piglet wouldn’t read remorse from his expression alone, as he noticed warm blood running down his face. It wasn’t his, but he rubbed it away, fruitlessly. His skin was a mess of blood, soil and grime. At his side lay a dead body, fingertips still twitching and empty eyes staring up into the sky. The greenish moss-covered rock was crimson at one side and Ivar studied it for a moment, turning the heavy weight in the ball of his hand.

“Axe,” Ivar exclaimed pragmatic and stone-cold, “please,” he added, reluctant to lose the humble bit of partnership he and Piglet share.

The handle of the axe felt firm in his hand; just in time as the next opponent stumbled into view. This kill would be less sloppy and much easier. Rotating the axe directly over his head, Ivar brought it forward and released it at eye level.

Simultaneously with the cracking of ribs, a guttural cry howled through the forest.

Ivar scrunched up his nose; aggravated by his failure. Using his left arm threw off his aim; the blade had embedded itself into the ribcage; not straight between the eyes as he’d wanted it to.

The corpulent young man spat up a mouth of blood; his fingers managed to form themselves around the axe sticking into his chest. In an idotic last resort to either take the pain away or survive, he tried to extract the blade.

It was a hilarious spectacle to watch; a man on his last resorts, pulling and pulling while organ failure set in and blood spewed onto the ground.

Well, from Ivar’s point of view that was funny anway.

“Axe, please,” Ivar spoke, a humorous twinkle flickered in his eyes as he cackled loudly when Piglet’s legs failed her and she dropped down to her knees.

He was on top of the world now; killing twice in a row, with only one arm. And with only a stone and an axe.

“Piglet, axe!” He was not being polite anymore, the rush of survival kicking back in.

“I am not touching him,” Piglet stammered empty, cradling her chest and sniffling like a weakling.

Ivar cursed at her under his breath and pulled himself forwards with his good arm; his useless legs pressing and kicking forwards the best way they could. It was hard; withdrawing the axe from the ribcage. But Ivar managed after puffing up his chest and giving it a vigorous pull.

The sound of the blade extracting made Piglet’s stomach turn and Ivar could hear her retch from behind.

He ignored her, flexing his neck and biceps. He was aching, all muscles above his torso were aching. But the blood in the air stirred up something from deep inside of him. Sucking in air through his teeth he undid the knot of Piglet’s makeshift sling. As the fabric fell, Ivar stretched his right arm.

He needed to bite the insides of his cheek when pressing both palms onto the forest floor; the pain radiating from his right shoulder was almost blinding.

But he’d forced his body through worse before, and so he took a trembling swing forward using his arms. Stifling a moan, he was surprised his right arm was steady enough to carry all of his weight and, although it was small progress, he reclaimed being mobile.

Gritting his teeth, he turned to Piglet, keeping the triumph to himself; for others mobility was as ordinary as being able to breath.

“You carry the axe, furs, and water bag,” he ordered gravely, forcing his voice to stay steady, “hide that bird’s nest of yours away, I no longer need your scarf,” he nudged his chin towards the forest, “we’ll go find that retard of a shadow of yours.”

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A/N: After a bit of a writer’s block this chapter was a treat to write. WIth basically no guidelines aside from ‘something with Ivar killing outlaws’, I just took a freedive. Halfway I was a little bit of ‘shit it’s such a bad idea of Piglet losing Stum’, but in the end Ivar managed to save the day. Not sure what I enjoyed most; write the murder part or the part which Ivar was holding Piglet.

Also kudos for all who can write smut, seriously I struggled through getting two characters to LAY together.

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peachyboneless · 2 years

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I love how you mixed everything from angst to fluff to smut in one piece😍😍. You know how we love our Ivar and you sure delivered! This was such a special rendition representing perfectly how multidimensional Ivar is.

Thank you so much once again for participating in my challenge♥️ truly means the world to me!

Showing Him (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @peachyboneless 101 Followers Challenge 🌺 Merci d'être qui tu es, ma chérie 🌺

The prompt is in bold.

@mrsalwayswrite, thank you for beta reading this for me 💖 You're the best beta ever, and a great friend 💖

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Summary: Ivar is your roommate. The attraction between the two of you is mutual, but he keeps pushing you away. You want to know why.

Warnings: fluff, angst and a little bit of smut (fingering); Ivar is soft; Ivar is angry; Ivar is insecure (Ivar is Ivar).

Words: 3282

As the credits roll, Ivar makes you snuggle closer to him, his hand tenderly stroking your shoulder. "Pretty good movie, right?" He mumbles while yawning, and then grabs the remote and turns off the TV.

You nod, slowly turning your head to look at him. "You tired?" You whisper, staring into his eyes as your fingers graze his cheek.

Ivar wraps his fingers around yours and brings your hand to his mouth, peppering light kisses over its back. He eventually shrugs. "Not really." His voice is soft, as is the smile he flashes at you.

On impulse, but still careful of his legs, you straddle him, immediately cupping his face with your hands. Leaning in close, you brush your lips against his, the barely-there touch sending shivers down your spine.

Ivar welcomes you with a moan, his hand sliding behind your neck before pressing his mouth firmly against yours. Your eyes fall closed. The touch of his tongue along your bottom lip gives you goosebumps and you can't help but let out a sigh of pleasure.

Tickling the edge of his teeth with your tongue, you then begin to gently explore his mouth, running your fingers through his thick, dark hair. You're hardly breathing, your heart rate spiking, and there's a flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

But then Ivar places his hands on your shoulders and pulls away, his jaw shut tight.

And your heart sinks. You know far too well what he's going to say. It's like a recurring nightmare from which you don't know how to escape. Like a bad scenario that repeats itself again and again and again.

"No, no!" He shakes his head, his eyes closed, his voice quivering with nervousness. "I'm sorry. I should not have let things go this far. You know we have to stop. I can't be what you want, Y/N. I can't be what you need."

As usual, the rejection brings tears to your eyes. Breathing a heavy sigh, you stand up and take two steps back. "What do you think I want, Ivar? What do you think I need?" Hugging your arms around yourself, you try hard to fight the overwhelming feeling of heartache. Taking a deep breath in, you don't even try to hide how distraught you are. "I don't... I don't understand, Ivar. I know you're attracted to me, your eyes don't lie. So, why are you doing this to me? To us?" You swallow, barely getting past the lump in your throat. "Why are you pushing me away? Why don't you give us a chance?" Your voice breaks and you lower your gaze, all teary-eyed.

Keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact, Ivar stubbornly retreats into silence and you feel like your heart is shattering a little more every second. After what seems like several agonizing minutes, Ivar eventually looks at his legs and then at his leg braces, discarded on the floor. He grimaces, still looking down. "Could you bring me my chair?" He finally asks, barely above a whisper.

For a fleeting moment, you stare at the ceiling, debating on whether or not you're going to do it. You know he is in pain, has been for days actually, and so you're sure he won't put the braces back on his legs. Trapping him on the couch and forcing him to talk to you would be so easy, right? It wouldn't be fair, though, and you know it. No, you can't think that way, no matter what. Slightly ashamed of yourself, you nod and then clear your throat. "Sure." You croak with a heavy heart.

Barely two minutes later, you watch as Ivar transfers into his wheelchair. Uselessly – or so you think – focused on the task at hand, Ivar ignores you, even though you're standing right next to him, as he adjusts his legs on the footplate. He then places his hands on his push rims and starts to wheel himself away. Looking downwards, he doesn't afford you the slightest glance.

"Ivar, please." You reach out without thinking, your hand on his shoulder stopping him from fleeing. Honestly, you're not sure what you're going to say. You're not even sure there's something – anything – to say. What you know, though, is that you need, maybe even deserve, an explanation. I can't be what you want is not enough. Especially when it's the tenth time you hear it.

His whole body stiffens as soon as you touch him, his knuckles turning white, his nostrils flaring.

"Please," you beg him once again, your hand slightly shaking on his shoulder. "I..." you swallow past the lump in your throat, "don't leave, Ivar. Talk to me. I... I don't understand..." You're on the verge of tears and you're sure you sound pathetic but you can't bring yourself to care. You're not lying. You don't understand.

"We've been through this, Y/N," Ivar replies through clenched teeth. "Several times, actually."

"Yet I still don’t understand, Ivar." Releasing his shoulder, you step forward and crouch down in front of him, steadying yourself by placing your hands on his knees. "I know what you've said but it doesn't make sense." Tilting your head, you fail to catch his gaze since he is now very interested in the pattern of the wooden floor. "I know you think you are bad news," you continue, a sense of urgency growing inside you as if it were now or never, "because your father is a powerful Scandinavian mob boss, but remember, we're in Russia. That's why you came here, right? To be anonymous. And you are. You're just a random student and my roommate. Nobody knows you here. I'm the only one who knows what you are. What did you say? A son of Ragnar. And it doesn't mean anything to me. You don't scare me, Ivar. And I know you are not bad news. I know you."

Still giving you the silent treatment, Ivar just snorts, his eyes falling on his legs. You know exactly what he's thinking about. "And I don't care about your legs, Ivar. I'm attracted to you. All of you. I know your bad days, and I think I've already proven that I can handle them. Don't use your disability to push me away. It's not fair, either to you or to me." Raising a hand to cup his face, your thumb strokes over his chin and lifts his face.

"It's not just that," Ivar mutters under his breath, his eyes tightly shut. "You don't know it all." His eyes finally flutter open and he stares at you for a few seconds. "Let me go. Now." He commands, his stern voice surprising you. He's seemingly decided to wheel himself backward in order to escape you.

"No." You shake your head, placing your hands on his wheels. "If I don't know it all, as you say, then tell me, Ivar. If there's a reason why we can't be together, and I mean a real reason, not some lame, bullshit excuse, I deserve to know, don't you think? Talk to me," you grab his hand, wrapping your fingers around it. "Stop torturing me, Ivar."

Narrowing his eyes, he snorts and then purses his lips. "I'm not torturing you, Y/N. In fact, it's quite the opposite. I'm saving you from an inevitable disappointment." He bites his quivering bottom lip, lowering his gaze once again.

His words confusing you, you frown, sucking in a sharp breath. You find yourself getting nervous. You may be at a loss right now, yet you know it's the closest you've ever come to the main issue. "What disappointment are you talking about?"

"You don't want to know," Ivar retorts without missing a beat, shooting you a sour look.

"Of course, I do," you reply in the same breath, undeterred by his stormy eyes. You won't let it go, not now. "You know me and you know I do, Ivar," you add with warmth, hoping he will hear the honesty in your voice.

There's an infinitesimal twitch in his lips as he clenches his fists. "Fuck!" He rasps before shifting his angry glare to your face. "Why are you so fucking persistent?"

You give him an affectionate smile, your hands finding his and squeezing them. "Because I care about you, Ivar. It's as simple as that. So, tell me about the disappointment, will you?"

"You care about me?" He repeats your words, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm curious if you'll still care about me once you know that my legs aren't the only things that are useless." He draws his lower lip between his teeth and you're not sure but you think you can see tears in his eyes.

Feeling totally lost, you knit your brows and shake your head. "What do you mean, Ivar?" You ask softly without ever taking your eyes off him.

Ivar's hands are trembling on his lap and when he speaks again, his breathing is so labored, his jaw so tight, you can hardly understand him. "I mean, Y/N, that my cock doesn't work." He lets out a choked sound, something between a sigh and a snarl. "You'd think my useless, crooked legs were curse enough, but guess what? That's not the case. I mean that I can't please any woman. I can't please you, Y/N. I mean that my fucking dick is useless too. Nonfunctional. Worthless. Dead." When he suddenly looks straight into your eyes, you're almost scared. His face is distorted; by pain, or by anger, or by shame, or maybe by all three, you don't know. But one thing for sure is that you have to fight against yourself not to lower your gaze.

His face twists in a sneer of contempt as he spits his next words out. "Tell me now, Y/N, what do you have to say about this piece of information, huh? The cripple is instantly less attractive, right?"

You know you should say something – anything – but your mind is a total blank.

"That's what I thought," Ivar grumbles, and you know he takes it from your silence you won't refute what he said. Pushing your hands away, he then grabs his push rims, glaring at you with a deadly look. "Just one more thing. You can cut the Poor-poor-Ivar-look, I don't need your pity, Y/N."

Dumbfounded, slack-jawed, you just stare at him wheeling himself away as you try to process what has just happened. Your mind is screaming that you don't pity him but you can't get the words to come out. Your mouth is still wide open as Ivar slams the door of his room so hard you're afraid it'll break. The next second, a thunderous roar sounds, followed by a distinct crashing sound. Without question, you know what's going on. Your roommate is throwing things around his room, smashing some of them into pieces.

You wince, your eyes filled with tears.

As you emerge from the bathroom dressed only in your baby pink fleece robe, your eyes linger on Ivar's bedroom door, unexpectedly slightly ajar.

You can feel the sadness growing inside you as you realize it's been five days. Five long and agonizing days that Ivar hasn't uttered a word to you. He leaves early – far earlier than usual – comes home late and spends his evenings holed up in his room.

As for you, you're barely able to function: sleep is elusive, you can't focus and you've no appetite at all. Long story short, the current situation is driving you insane.

You're pretty sure Ivar didn't leave his door half-open on purpose but driven by a sudden impulse, you fully intend to take advantage of it. You know him well enough to know that he won't make the first move, so it's up to you.

Without thinking further, you push Ivar's door and slip into his room, taking the time to observe him. Your roommate is at his desk. Absorbed in whatever he's doing and with his back to you, he raises his head as soon as the silence in the room is broken by the sound of your bare feet moving across the wooden floor. When he turns towards you, you can tell he's surprised to see you – who did he think it might be, for god's sake?

He breathes your name and tilts his head. You were expecting anger, yet there's no trace of it on his face. The first thing you notice is how exhausted he looks. It seems that you're not the only one facing sleep problems. No wonder he's sitting in his wheelchair then; you know what overtiredness does to his brittle bones. The second thing that strikes you is the sadness in his big, reddened eyes. Ivar seems defeated. Dejected. Your heart – or what's left of it anyway – shatters once more.

With a tentative smile on your lips, you cross the room, your fingertips brushing his forearm as you walk past him. "Ivar," you whisper and then sit on the end of his bed.

"I'd like to..." You start but stop because you don't know what you're going to say. Actually, you don't know what you'd like. You didn't think that far ahead. Well, if you're being honest, you didn't think at all, you just walked in.

"Talk?" Ivar offers, his brows furrowed above questioning eyes. Huh? You give him a quizzical look. It takes you a while to realize he thinks you want to talk. When you do, you barely suppress a nervous giggle.

He couldn't be more wrong. Talking is the last thing you want to do. You know him, and therefore you know that talking wouldn't do any good. You already tried. No, talking isn't an option. But then, what?

Out of the blue, you're hit by a crazy idea. One that could work. Or maybe not. And maybe you're a fool, but truthfully, the way things stand, you have nothing to lose anyway.

So... time to act!

"Actually no," you say while shaking your head, silently praying to the gods to give you strength to go through with it. "I don't want to talk, Ivar. I'd like to show you something. May I?"

As soon as he nods in agreement, you motion for him to come closer with your index finger, slightly spreading your legs while unfastening your robe and pushing it back off your shoulders. When Ivar gasps, you know he just saw that you're not wearing anything under the robe.

Visibly shocked, he stares wide-eyed at you, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "What–" He starts in a strangled voice, but leaning forward, you shush him with a finger on his lips.

"No talking, Ivar, remember?" You murmur as your fingers trail down your belly. Circling your navel, you look at him and flash him a smile, wishing to appear more confident than you really are. After all, you may be about to screw up your whole relationship with your roommate.

His eyes travel down your body as your fingers find your lips, spreading them, and you can hear him swallowing as he starts to fidget, opening and closing his hands. As if under a spell, he can't tear his gaze away, mesmerized by your index finger circling your clit, your middle finger teasing your hole.

The look of wonder on his face is all you need to start feeling a familiar warmth in your belly, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Raising your free hand, you gently stroke the curve of your breast before brushing and then pinching your nipple, making it come alive under your fingers. Your breath catches as you slide a finger into you, your eyelids fluttering.

"What... What are you... doing?" Ivar stutters with a high-pitched voice, and you force yourself to open your eyes, lightly nibbling your lips between your teeth for a second. With his flushed cheeks and his labored breathing, he doesn't seem upset, but rather intrigued and turned on – or so you hope.

"Isn't that obvious?" You reply with a smile, your head tilted to the side. "I'm pleasuring myself, Ivar," you add, your finger lazily pumping into you. "There's nothing wrong with that, right?" Without waiting for an answer, you keep going. "But I must say, it would be much more enjoyable if you were the one doing it."

You can see panic rolling through him and then Ivar shuts down, wheeling himself backward, his head down and his jaw clenched. You can barely hear him as he mutters, "I told you I can't, Y/N." The pain in his voice pulls at your heartstrings.

"Oh, Ivar," you start softly, "of course, you can." Reluctantly pulling your hand away, you sit up, your legs still spread apart. "Come here," you tell him, urging him closer. You're pleasantly surprised when he complies without protest, rolling over to you. An encouraging smile playing on your lips, your heart rate quickens as you realize that your "non-plan" is actually working. "Give me your hands," you finally say just before wrapping both of your hands around his wrists.

The gasp he lets out as his calloused palms meet your warmth for the first time is music to your ears. Guiding him, you lead two of his fingers to your opening and place his left thumb on your clit. "Rub it, Ivar, stroke it, with light and gentle touches because it's already very sensitive," you explain, barely breathing, simultaneously initiating a back-and-forth movement as soon as he slips his fingers into you. "Just like that, yes..." You answer the question you can read in his eyes.

You quickly realize that Ivar is both a quick learner and a natural and when he adds a third thick finger to the ones that are thrusting inside you over and over, shivers arch your back and a long, loud moan passes your lips.

"Fuck," Ivar lets out a deep-throated sound but he doesn’t stop stretching you, stroking his fingers against your walls. You rock yourself against his hand, your hips moving faster.

When he flicks your clit with the pad of his thumb, you shove yourself as far down his fingers as you can, repeatedly clamping down while trying to maintain some kind of rhythm. Flames of molten heat spreading through your body, you know you're close and you come at the exact moment he curls his fingers inside you. Your vision whites out around the edges and you can feel your heart skipping a beat. "Oh yes! Oh yes!" You cry out as shocks of pleasure run through your body, moans and grunts echoing deep in your throat as you shudder with the force of your orgasm.

"Wow!" You just say as you recover, wonderment in your voice. Easing yourself off his hand, you stand up on shaky legs only to settle yourself astride his lap, your breathing still short and uneven. "Wow!" You repeat, cupping his cheek with one hand. The look Ivar gives you is one of pure exhilaration. Beaming at him, you graze his cheekbone with your thumb. He's about to speak but you don't give him the chance. "And now Ivar, tell me," your smile is full of mischief, "how mad would you be if I kissed you?"

A sexy chuckle, something you've never heard from him before, erupts from him as he drapes his arms around your waist. "Guess you'll have to do it to find out."

Without wasting more time, you slip your hand around the nape of his neck, a tiny squeak of joy escaping your lips. And when your mouth crashes against his, the moment after, you know with the utmost certainty you won't be rejected. Not now. Not ever, hopefully.

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Ivar, you dummy!

Empty Spaces Part 1

Modern Ivar x Reader

Summary - Ivar’s done a stupid thing. No stranger to self-sabotage, he still thinks it for the best. His brothers, Ubbe and Hvitserk, take him to the family cabin by the lake for some time out but he ends up having to confront the very thing he’s gone there to avoid - You.

Warnings - A bit angsty, language, brief mentions of abandonment, death of a parent, drinking.

Words - 1600 approx.

Bear with me, I’m still trying to get my head back into writing. I hope this reads okay 🥴 As usual, I haven’t really planned it out so I’m not sure how many parts this fic will have. Thanks for reading 😘

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Thank you for participating in my writing challenge boo😘♥️ truly means a lot to me! And what a rollercoaster this has been! I love you ♥️♥️

..………..………. EPILOG ………..…………

A few years passed and the family grew even closer together. Björn and Marie had a third baby, a little girl named Auri almost a year after Aelle and his machinations were finally history. Björn smiled gently because he loved his three children and Marie could continue to help young women in her job as a street worker, who had the same experiences as herself and Salomé. Björn's team also made outstanding progress in combating all the evil that was still forming in the Twilight, because they had cut off the heads of the hydra, and new heads were constantly growing up that conjured up the disaster. Over time, Ubbe also became an integral part of this unit and he even began training as a police officer in order to be of even better use to Björn's team. Only Hvitserk took a different path, he learned to be a chef and opened his own little restaurant, which within a very short time became the starting point for Björn and his whole team. Hvitserk was satisfied with himself and his new life, he was glad that he was able to build back a wonderful brotherly relationship with Ivar, which was far more intense and intimate than anything both of them had experienced at the time before. He was a welcomed guest at Ivar’s home and his small family, which when Josias was three, had new members. Like his brother Josias, Lias was born at home and carried out with Marie’s help. Josias loved his little brother and once again everyone was there when Lias was born. Salomé wept gently when she could hold her second son, who, like his big brother, was the image of his parents. It was clear to her that the family planning was over, because two children were more than enough. Ivar loved his two sons dearly, Josias was a little adventurer who kept coming up with exciting little stories to entertain his little brother, and Lias loved to listen, and everyone had their everyday life together, which everybody opened up a little when someone just took a break or was down a little sometimes...

.... Today was the last day of school for Josias and the summer vacation was just around the corner, which allowed Josias to go to the second grade after it. Salomé was on the way to pick up her son, Ivar had been able to call it a day earlier, and smiled when he saw his youngest sitting outside on the small landing. He walked out slowly, sat down next to his little boy when Lias looked at his daddy, " Jojo is on vacation soon, yes daddy?" Lias climbed onto his father's lap, sighed heavily, which made Ivar smile. Ivar was fascinated anew every day that Lias, although he was not yet four, already knew what he wanted and often had profound questions or thoughts.

" Yes, my little raven, mommy is just picking him up, and then we'll all be going on vacation soon," Ivar held his little boy gently on his lap when they both saw Salomé's car, which quickly turned around the corner.

" There‘s mommy," Ivar got up and had Lias on his arm when Salomé parked her car and helped Josias out of the car too. Ivar let Lias down, who ran over to his brother, as soon as Björn came back with his Family too, from collecting the children.

" How does it look, like to have a barbecue before we all start tomorrow on our well-deserved vacation?" Björn grinned because Ivar nodded wildly and everyone would meet a little later at Björn's to enjoy a nice day. " Daddy can we go over and help," Josias hugged his daddy tightly, " now then ask your uncle if he needs help from two strong Vikings," Ivar picked up his eldest because his son wanted to hug him again and give him a kiss, when Josias looked at his uncle.

" How could I do anything without this help from these two strong Vikings?" Björn winked at Lias and laughed when Josias jumped off of his father's arm, grabbed his little brother and dashed over. Both men laughed, " we'll see each other in a moment," Björn went over with a grin, helped Bente who wanted to spend the whole summer holidays with his friends at the summer camp, and then started to prepare the grill.

Salomé started to giggle when Ivar just snapped his wife cheekily and slowly began to dance with her. " We are finally on vacation my wonderful goddess," Ivar kissed his wife gently over and over again. Since they were both a couple, their love for both has grown immeasurably every day. From their start as becoming a couple,they faced many challenges, but these only made both of them all the stronger. Since Salomé graduated from university, she worked on Björn's team, but continued studying to realize her dream as a profiler, which made Ivar immensely proud. He felt blessed that he could call a wonderful little family his own, and that both of them had two sons wich they could call their own too. Slowly they both turned as Salomé began to giggle as Ivar picked up his wife and slowly waddled with her into both of their bedroom. " I think we should start our own little vacation today, what do you think baby?" Ivar kissed his wife hungrily as they both fell on the bed laughing. Both quickly helped themselves out of their clothes when Ivar immediately took his beloved place between her legs and began to pamper his lady with all his love. Salomé began to sigh gently as her fingers ran over her husband's broad shoulders, down over his muscular back, down to his ass, which she pinched cheekily, which made Ivar grin. He wiggled his butt teasingly as his lips wandered over her skin and kissed and caressed every inch of her femininity.

" Without you in my life, my whole existence is meaningless and empty," Ivar pressed his forehead against hers when he felt that Salomé was now helping him a little so that his cock could slide into her. Both paused for a moment before they found their rhythm and Ivar’s thrusts became steadily firmer and deeper. Again and again Salomé searched her husband's lips with hers, moaned into his mouth as she pushed her back through and Ivar put her leg a little higher on his hip to be able to penetrate a little deeper. The only melody that filled both of their bedroom was their moans and the never-ending melody of their love for each other.

Ivar tenderly knotted his fingers with those of his wife, kissing her again and again hungrily, because he feared if he didn’t do this, he would die. Again and again both of their moans grew deeper, Salomé felt her throat and lips become dryers, but their bodies were literally stuck together from the sweat. Slowly that familiar sweet tingling crawled over her body, which heralded that her orgasm would slowly but surely gain the upper hand, as her toes began to curl and she screamed her orgasm out into the world. Ivar only gasped as he followed his beloved Lady within seconds with his own orgasm and collapsed on top of her. Tenderly, Salomé held her husband tightly, whispering sweet little things against his temple, when Ivar could only grunt in satisfaction, which made Salomé giggle. She snuggled a little closer to her husband, running her fingers lovingly over his back as Ivar carefully turned around, pulled his wife closer to his chest and just enjoyed this intimate moment that both now shared.

" I'm looking forward to our vacation," Salomé kissed her Ivar gently, giggled when he bit the tip of her nose tenderly, and both of them snuggled a little closer to each other. " We all deserve this vacation, and our boys are looking forward to the sea. Josias would like to learn to fish he told me and as I know our little Lias, he will also want to try it as well," Ivar let his fingertips slide over Salomé's booty, pressed her butt cheek playfully as both slowly got up, took a shower together and afterwards they both had their clothes back on and went over to Björn and his family to enjoy the rest of the early afternoon.

Ivar enjoyed this wonderful day, all the people who were important to him were around him and for him this was the most precious thing he could ever dream of. Life had not always been fair to him, he had to fight his way. But he knew, no matter how it had happened, he would do all this again because with his Salomé at his side, life was every day a new precious miracle that he was allowed to experience and to enjoy. Life was good and Ivar loved to be in the here and now, but he also knew that they all had their future in their own hands, and this would be an adventure for all of them as well, the chapters for it all had to be done by themselves experienced, experienced and written down, each one for themself, and Ivar was looking forward to embarking on this adventure together with his Salomé, because she was his past, his present and his whole future.

..………..……….THE END………..…………

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I was on edge the entire time!!

Bente hugged his little sister who was still crying bitterly, spoke gently to her, wiped away the thick tears that were running down her cheeks. " You will see, Daddy and Uncle Ivar are already looking for us and they will find us. You know Daddy and our uncle are superheroes," Bente hugged his little sister who pressed against her big brother for protection.

Slowly he looked around when he saw the tall men who looked terrifying even to him.

" Caja listen to me yes, now listen to me carefully, I'll distract him over there and if he doesn't look then you run away as fast as you can. Run as fast as the wind and seek help," Bente hugged his little sister tightly again, trying to get the guy's attention so Caja could run away. The beefy guy went over, fixed the boy when he suddenly tried to kick, bite and hit him when Caja took advantage of his favor and tried to run away. But a second guy caught her, tossed her over his shoulder and walked over to Aelle.

" LET MY SISTER GO TAKE ME I HATE YOU !!!"

Bente spat into the face of the guy who knocked Bente out with a single hard slap when the boy fell motionless and unconscious.

Ivar took over the control now, instructing everyone what to do now when Björn came along.

" I called mom, she's helping so Marie doesn’t need to know now what’s going on, she’s telling her that the kids are with her, she will keep in touch with us, until we have the kids, also Heahmund gave me the tip that we have to go to the Twilight to find Aelle," Björn looked at everyone seriously. " My team is already on it, they have all the lines on the screens, we should drive," Ivar saw Björn who just nodded. Both knew where they had to go, and they knew that both had to go there alone, no matter what the cost. Both drove off, knowing that the children's safety would come first as they slowly made it to the Twilight.

Aelle matures again, he knew that Björn was already on the way and still, Aelle wanted to play a little cat and mouse with him. " I have to say your children are combative, you have to give them that," Aelle laughed hoarsely when Caja started yelling and screaming everything she saw, so that her daddy might know where she and her brother were. " If you do anything to my children then God help you," Björn growled, he knew that he had to hold the conversation until Ivar had enough information and was able to localize the point of view. Ivar nodded hastily, showed Björn the location that both knew all too well and Björn accelerated. Aelle looked at Caja, he had no sympathy for this child, because her father was the reason that everything around Aelle collapsed and now he would let the children suffer for it.

" You will make a great pet when you are at the right age," he looked at Caja who bit into his hand when Aelle acknowledged her action with a strong slap in the face. Björn and Ivar parked a little out of the way and ran quickly to the warehouse, luckily they knew each other, and also knew the surrounding very good as well, but forgot that Aelle had enough people around him, who found the two immediately and captured them.

" Look who we got there?" Aelle grinned when he saw Björn and Ivar, " removed the bionics off of him, because without them he’s less dangerous," he laughed when his bulldog of an security followed his instructions and both men were now sitting on a chair.

" You are the reason that everything was destroyed, too bad that Olaf wasn't strong enough to kill you for good. But now I have the joy of making life hell for both of you," Aelle laughed when all of a sudden Bente came out and pounced on Aelle. Aelle only laughed half-heartedly and knocked out the boy with a targeted blow, which hit the table unhappily and broke the oil lamp. Within some seconds a fire started as Ivar went down and tried to bring Aelle down. He crawled after him as fast as lightning as Aelle ran over the stairs to the gallery. Aelle yelled at his people to get Björn ready so the flames could have him when he saw that Ivar was getting closer and they both began to fight.

" Seeing your wife suffer so much was a feast for me, she is the same scum as her father was. I enjoy knowing that she will never have your crippled children," Aelle started breaking Ivar‘s legs when he finally managed to wrestle Ivar down.

Ivar screamed, his hatred for Aelle boiling up when he went upstairs again, and Ivar tried to crawl over to the stairs, he felt that his legs had broken at least once because of Aelle’s actions, and he felt that Aelle kept beating his legs. Ivar looked around, down in the fire was Björn, obviously unconscious, as did Bente and Caja when the flames in the warehouse grew bigger and more threatening. With the last of his strength, Ivar turned around, grabbed Aelle's legs and was finally able to bring him down. Unfortunately, Aelle fell so that he fell over the parapet when Ivar was able to grab his hands with the last of his strength.

Ivar gritted his teeth, with the last strength he had, he wanted to prevent Aelle from evading his accusations, " i won’t let you go you pig! You should atone for your deeds, do you hear me! YOU SHOULD PAY FOR YOUR DEEDS!"

Ivar roared loudly, when Aelle just grinned at him, knowing that he would never see the light of day again as a free man if he were accused.

" I won't become anything like that," Aelle laughed out loud and let go of Ivar‘s hands as his body became one with the flaming hell that this old abandoned warehouse was now.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!“

Ivar screamed when he saw the flames creep over Aelle's body and began to eat him. Ivar tried to control his anger, he had to come down somehow, no matter what the pain it would cost, because he wanted to save Björn, Bente and Caja, so he crawled down the stairs in pain, didn’t hear the sirens announcing the long-awaited rescue and help, when he finally made it down and crawled to his brother and the children. Exhausted, he collapsed when the rescue team moved into the warehouse to save everyone. Salomé arrived at the same time as Marie, Lagertha and Heahmund, Ubbe and Hvitserk were with her when Salomé immediately saw what was going on. She had gently pressed Josias against her chest when the first rescue workers brought Björn and the children out, but they were awake but still weak when Marie hurried over. Salomé closed her eyes, hoping that Ivar would be brought out next, when she slowly opened her eyes and looked panicked at the warehouse.

" There he is, see, he’s alive," Hvitserk took a deep sigh of relief, held Salomé tight in his arms as they both hurried over to the ambulance. Salomé started to cry when she saw how Ivar looked physically, he smiled tiredly, grabbed his wife's hand.

" Please never forget how much I love you and our son, you are my life!" Ivar was breathing heavily when he passed out again and was taken to the ambulance.

" I drive," Hvitserk spoke briefly to the paramedic who told him about the hospital, when he hurried Salomé into his arms again after and with her over to the car so that they could drive to the clinic.

Salomé hurried to the hospital, looked around, and ran to the emergency room when Hvitserk followed her. " My husband, my husband has been brought in, please, where is my husband?" Salomé began to cry, holding her little son tightly against her chest, when she looked at Hvitserk, completely distraught, who explained everything to the nurse, and she told him that a doctor would come to both of them in a timely manner, but both would have to wait. Salomé began to tremble when Hvitserk took care of her carefully, and also looked at Josias when they both sat down and waited. Gradually, Marie, Lagertha, Heahmund and Ubbe also came to the hospital when Marie immediately hugged Salomé, and both waited nervously until they would finally receive relieving answers and information.

" My babies," Marie jumped up when Bente and Caja came to them with a nurse, followed by a doctor and the children ran straight to their mommy. " The children are doing well according to the circumstances," the doctor spoke calmly to Marie, explaining that the children were okay, but he would find it advisable if a specialist would talk to both children so that they could process everything without permanent damage. Marie nodded nervously as the doctor said goodbye and everyone had to wait again. Ubbe and Hvitserk got together for fetching something to drink for all and something to eat, he just hoped that his two brothers would survive everything. When both men came back they saw that another doctor came to them.

" According to the circumstances, both are doing well, your husband is having an heavy smoke inhalation, he has to stay here for a few days for observation," the doctor looked at Marie, then he looked at Salomé, " my colleague is still operating on your husband, both of his legs are broken, but your husband will survive the operation as well. We will reach out for you, when your husband is in his room," the doctor nodded when Marie was finally able to see Björn and Salomé waited nervously and completely tired with Hvitserk and Ubbe. She only felt that she was close to passing out and being extremely tired, she wanted to stay strong but felt so weak, as she rocked Josias gently back and forth over and over again as the time slowly passed. Her head spun when a nurse came to them and Salomé was finally able to see Ivar. Salomé started to cry when she saw Ivar lying there, he was conscious, smiled at her, and she saw that his two legs were tied up with Compresses.

" Hey baby," she sobbed as she got closer, carefully sat down on the bed, kissed her husband. He carefully tried to straighten up a bit when Hvitserk helped him, and Ivar kissed his wife and his little boy. He lovingly wiped his wife's tears away, kissing her little fingers as they clasped his so tightly. " I'm fine, I'm on legal drugs, everything is light and love," Ivar grinned when Salomé finally smiled gently back.

" Fortunately the fractures are smooth, the doctor said I was lucky," Ivar whispered softly and told them everything he still knew and what he could remember. He knew that Salomé would still be very worried about him when he lovingly placed their little son on his chest, and smiled when Josias chuckled happily.

" I'll be well again soon, you know me," Ivar kissed Josias's head when the nurse came to them and they now had to leave Ivar alone.

" I love you baby," Salomé kissed her husband gently. " I love you too but don't get you a kiss brother," Hvitsek made high five with Ivar, " I'll take care of both of them okay until you're fit enough to do it yourself again," Hvitserk hugged his little brother tightly as he left the room with Salomé and both of them drove home.

The next few days Björn and Ivar felt better and better, so that at least Björn could leave the hospital at the end of the new week. Ivar, on the other hand, was transferred to a rehab clinic after his hospital stay so that his legs could heal better and he could slowly learn to walk again. Everyday Salomé drove to Ivar's clinic, it motivated him all the more when his wife and Josias were with him and he could slowly but surely learn to walk again. Since his old bionics had fallen victim to the fire, he now got newer ones that were a lot better and helped him all the more to become independent again.

Slowly but surely Björn was able to take up work again, he was available to his supervisor to talk and answer, calmly explaining how everything had happened and how Aelle succumbed to severe burns in the hospital. Björn nodded when he found out that neither his nor the actions of Ivar would have any consequence, and that even Björn's team's budget would be increased financially, as it was now all the more important to take action against such crimes. Björn thanked his boss, went back to his daily work, knowing that he and his whole team could not save the whole world, but would at least make it a little safer. Bente and Caja completed their psychological conversation hours within a few weeks, and Marie was happy that both children were fine again, as neither of them had noticed too much of what had happens.

She helped Salomé all the more over the next few weeks, taking care of Josias when Salomé had to do a lot for university, and both girls were planning a spontaneous vacation for the summer, as they all had more than necessary a need of it.

On this Friday, Ivar waited nervously in his room because his time in rehab was finally over and he could finally go home. He missed his lady so much, as well as his little son and the rest of those who belonged to his little family, when he started to grin, then Hvitserk was finally there to pick him up.

" Nobody knows that you can go home today," he grinned as he pushed Ivar to the car, helped his brother and the two could finally drive home. Salomé danced a little through her living room with Josias, who laughed loudly, because he always loved it very much when his mommy made such nonsense with him, and his little world was more than okay and whole. Ivar slowly got out of the car, " thanks, that's okay, I want to surprise Salomé," he hugged Hvitserk, " thank you for everything," he hugged his brother a little tighter when Hvitserk put Ivar's suitcase quietly into the house and drove away as Ivar slowly went in and saw Salomé and Josias dancing. Again his heart shattered in thousands upon thousands of small splinters that were full of love for his wife and son. He walked slowly over when he accidentally bumped into a small table and Salomé turned around.

" IVAR!"

She immediately started crying, running over to her husband and into his arms when Ivar just held his wife and their little son. " I'm finally home baby, I've missed you so much, I'll never leave you alone again," Ivar sobbed softly when he felt Salomé pressing herself even tighter against her husband and crying bitterly because her Ivar was finally with her again. " I love you Ivar," Salomé looked up at him, smiled into the gentle kiss Ivar now gave her when Ivar picked up his little son and tickled him.

Now it was time to heal, and they would succeed, because they knew that time would heal all wounds, and the love they had for each other, " nothing compares to you," Ivar whispered softly as he kissed his wife tenderly, he was home and they would all heal now and come out stronger than ever before.

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The ending couldn't have been more perfect than this! I loved this story so much ♥️♥️

Vikings fic: The Best of Everything - Chapter Nine || modern!Ivar x reader

A modern!Ivar AU

Ivar x f!reader

CW: swearing, lots of bad language and shit talking, threats and verbal abuse, standover tactics, intimidation. Mentions of gentrification. Swearing and mental health crises, some smut and some naughtiness.

This is the final chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed this piece because I certainly enjoyed writing it. There is an epilogue coming but I need to do an assignment so it might be a few weeks, sorry.

Synopsis: Your dad’s bar is a local landmark, your pride and joy, your livelihood. But Lothbrok Developments also has it in their sights. You’ve managed to resist their dirty standover tactics for months now, but when their infamous CEO Ivar Lothbrok gets involved do you even stand a chance? A fiercely independent and practiced businesswoman, you’re stubborn as hell with a reckless tendency to speak your mind, so you like to think you can handle anything the blue-eyed businessman throws at you.

But, in reality, you know it’s never that easy to resist temptation.

Thank you to @leilabeaux for the inspiration and cheerleading, and help storyboarding. You are my questionable omelette.

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Chapter Nine

The drive home is silent. Not that Ivar gives a shit; he’s content to sit in his seat staring out the window while Hvitserk broods and sulks. He knows exactly why his brother is upset. Hvitserk doesn’t need to say a word. Ivar knows that Hvitserk knows that Ivar knows they don’t make decisions like this alone. They’re a team.

Neither of them give half a fuck about what their older brother thinks and most of the time Ubbe is happy with them calling the shots anyway, but this time both of them know it’s not going to be okay. Contracts are not torn up. Not unless it’s a unanimous decision, anyway.

He can feel his brother staring at him periodically. It makes his skin crawl.

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I can only imagine the things Ivar will do to Aelle now! Dude set a clear target on his back!

Blaeja glanced briefly into the room of her two children, Harthacanute and Aslaug, and there was sadness in her eyes. Sadness that her father acted against her will and misused her only true love for his own perfidious plans. She quietly closed the door behind her as she walked over to her bedroom. She was tired, she was tired of everything that had happened, that made her only true love so blinded, that made him believe more than reality from all the beautiful appearances and the false illusion. He sacrificed himself and pulled his whole family in, just to bask himself in this beautiful but dangerous glow. Yes, she knew that he had brought harm to so many people and that he had done many things that would be unforgivable for life, but he still gave her these two children, because these two children were the testimony of their love for each other. Slowly she undressed and went to sleep, she lost her big love and this only because her father was the biggest and dangerous beast she only knew. Now it was up to her, she was the key to all of what this would finally end. Carefully she reached for the picture frame, she still loved Sigurd, with her and through her he was always a different person who was not full of hate. He wanted to divorce from his wife, and both knew that Margrethe had been cheating on her husband for years and that not all of the children were his. Sigurd admitted all of this to her, which he did himself. Still, Blaeja hated the self-loving way Sigurd had showed everyone every day, she hated him for selling his own family for a little fame and she hoped fervently that it was her, who would and could change him one day. She hated him that he did all this against Salomé and that he always wanted to see Ivar suffer a little more. But as much as she hated that side of Sigurd, the greater was her love for him. Blaeja knew that she had to act now, and she would do this now so that her children would have a better life, without pain and without suffering. With trembling fingers she picked up the phone and dialed the number that would help her now, but would someone at the other end pick up the phone and take care of her ... ?!

Tenderly, Salomé cradled her little boy in her arms, Josias had been weeping for days because he was struggling with a small cold. Ivar was already on the way to get the medication, and Josias little fiery red nose wobbled a little as he sucked on his pacifier and just looked at his mama tiredly. Salomé sang him a lullaby affectionately as she walked through her little house and Josias began to cough again. She looked at the door when Ivar was finally back, walked over, opened the door when Josias looked at his Daddy and began to cry. Ivar quickly kissed his wife, took Josias in his arms and let Salomé prepare everything so that her little son could get his medicine. Ivar slowly went over to the couch with Josias, lay down so that Josias could rest on his chest and gradually Josias calmed down even if he found it difficult to breathe.

Salomé looked over and smiled, Josias needed his parents now very much and always felt most comfortable when both of them helped him to get well again. Slowly she went over, administered Josias the medicine and snuggled up to her two boys, when Josias finally fell asleep completely exhausted.

" We survived our first being a little bit sick," Ivar smiled when he kissed Salomé, " and there will be a few little ones of them in the future as well," Salomé smiled. Ivar sighed theatrically, which made Salomé giggle, she knew that Ivar would always feel sorry for his little son and she would have two deadly sick boys to care instead of just one. Ivar heard his cell phone buzzing, he carefully fished in his pocket afterwards because he didn’t wanted to wake Josias, and saw that Björn wanted to talk to him, as he looked at his wife, " go over, we're fine here and I think it's important," she kissed her husband, took Josias carefully in her arms and put her little son in the little bed that was in the living room. Ivar kissed his wife passionately, put his shoes on again and drove to the presidium. Björn was already deep in conversation with Wulfhild when both men saw that Ivar came to their office. " Well look who’s here?! How’s the moving doing? How are ya wife and children?" Ivar gave Wulfhild a brotherly hug, " we are still in the thick of it when it comes to the moving," Wulfhild smiled, " and everyone is doing more than well. The children are already very excited that we are moving to Ireland now," the three men sat down.

" Why should I come around," Ivar took a cup of coffee and saw that Björn was looking at Wulfhild before he started talking. " I was contacted by someone who on the one hand needed our help, but not the kind of help that Ubbe, Hvitserk or myself had to use. I took a certain amount of time before I contacted Björn as one of the first and we agreed that we would also give you this chance to experience all of this and to be there, as it affects you and especially Salomé in retrospect," Wulfhild spoke calmly and saw Ivar's facial expression darken when there was a soft knock on the door.

" Please keep calm Ivar, first just give the chance to be heard before…" Björn stopped talking and saw that the door to his office opened.

" Hello, my name is Blaeja, I am the daughter of the man who is responsible for a lot of sorrow. I am the daughter of the Man who almost killed your wife and also the reason and origin of many other unworthy abysses that have been taking place in the shadow of twilight for decades. I am his first-born daughter, but I am also a mother of two children of the man who was with one of those who wanted to renew the future of the shadow world and make it more brutal, his name was Sigurd Lothbrok! I wanna offer my help to you all and also need help for myself as well!“

Ivar looked at the woman, clenched his fist, got up, and stormed out headless. Björn hurried after him, got him when Ivar was about to move out.

" Ivar please, she can help us, she has a lot of information that she wants to give us. She has everything with her in terms of dates and we should at least listen to her first before we make any decision," Björn looked at his brother. " She is Aelle‘s daughter and now it occurs to her to contact us? Why?" Ivar scowled at his brother but followed him back into the office.

Blaeja saw that Ivar was staring at her the whole time he came back to the office with Björn and sat down again. She knew that Ivar and Salomé had been parents for a few months and she knew that Ivar would now do anything to protect his own family even more, in that respect Ivar was like a mighty wolf. Blaeja always listened carefully when Sigurd judged his family, but secretly she knew that Sigurd was jealous and the most, jealous of Ivar, because despite his illness, Ivar repeatedly managed to use his pain for his own benefit. Of all his brothers, it was always Ivar, who was more essentially blessed with a high IQ, and Sigurd was always denied that.

" Thank you for coming back," Blaeja looked at Ivar and started reporting everything she knew. She gave Björn all the data carriers she could steal, as well as all the passwords for all the accounts Aelle had, the secret accounts, all the shady secret folders he had, all the original documents that she could keep aside over a longer period of time, and her father the well-made copies. She also had countless floppy disks, USB sticks, CD’s and external storage disks that she gave Björn now, as well as her father’s notebook, " it’s his original notebook. A friend helped me to slip an identical one with all the copied data on it. All the original data is on this one, all authenticated and genuine,“ Blaeja looked at the three men, she felt Ivar‘s scowl.

" And why should all of this be useful? What's in it for you? We may already have all this information ourselves," Ivar looked at Blaeja more than seriously when she put a last goodie for them onto the table, wich were 3 USB sticks.

" Because here, everything is on it that my father has done. He loved to have everything filmed when he was going to break the girls. He also filmed his offense against your wife," Blaeja held Ivar‘s gaze.

" Check it out, it's all listed chronologically, the only thing I want is peace and quiet for my children and me! Yes, I love my father, somehow, but still this beast should be held accountable for his deeds and actions. One stick is all the girls he broke since his beginning, the two others are the one with Björn‘s wife and the third one,“ she winked at Ivar, as Blaeja got up and left the office, she left her contact details there, as she went completely into the underground to protect her children and to be undetectable forever.

" I leave you alone, if something should happen, I stand by you with advice and help," Wulfhild hugged Björn, he noticed that he and Ivar now wanted to and had to be alone so that they could watch these two films that are all around both of their wives. Björn nodded, called Ole briefly, handed him the USB stick on which all the girls who Aelle had broken were on it, in the hope that they could still find these girls. Ole nodded and immediately went to work when Björn locked his office door and lowered the blinds. Seeing that Ivar was tense and nervous, he walked over to his brother, sat down and hugged Ivar tightly.

" We always have to remember Ivar, our wives survived all of this and they are by our side, these two films will never leave this office. I will keep them under lock and key until infinity," Björn spoke calmly as he connected the first stick to his computer and they watched the 20 min clip together, which showed the torture of Marie by Aelle and Olaf. Björn kept closing his eyes, he just wanted to be strong because now he knew how incredibly strong his beloved wife was all these years.

" That was tough fare," Ivar swallowed hard when he looked at Björn, " no one will ever see this image material Ivar," he changed the stick and heard that Ivar was already swallowing hard when Björn pressed play. Ivar tensed his fist as the clip began, which, according to the time display, seemed to go on for several hours. He closed his eyes when Aelle started tormenting Salomé after a while, " I can't do that," Ivar got up and stormed out because he had the feeling that he had to throw up. If he could he would like to cut everything short and smashing what he could grasp right now. He looked around, saw that Björn was right next to him, just hugging him tightly when Ivar began to cry uncontrollably. Ubbe saw his two brothers, hurried over and took them both back to Björn‘s office, who had previously stopped the video. Ubbe looked helplessly at Ivar, because never in all the years that he had known his little brother, did he see Ivar so fragile and helpless in a situation that seemed to affect Ivar so deeply and emotionally from now on. Ubbe gave both of them a moment when Björn briefly informed him about everything, including the USB stick with all the girls who had to suffer from Aelle. " He should know and see with his own eyes," Ivar closed his eyes again, breathed heavily and just wished himself away from it all and back into the loving arms of his wife. Björn nodded and briefly told Ubbe about the usb stick that showed Salomé’s torture by Aelle’s doing. Ubbe took a deep breath and had to sit down, slowly he ran his hand over his face, after he saw only the first 45 min of it, and saw that Björn locked everything in his safe, poured all three of them a large whiskey, which they all definitely needed now. " The team is already working under high pressure on everything, we will bring down Aelle, we now have enough material against him in hand that we can and will now arrest him," Björn spoke calmly, saw that Ivar nodded.

" I'll drive him home okay, I think that's better," Ubbe got up, saw that Ivar was still emotionally completely different when they both went to Ivar‘s car and Ubbe drove him home. " You can always call me if you want to talk," Ubbe hugged his little brother when Ivar only nodded briefly and went into the house. Ubbe took a deep breath, if he could, he would now take this emotional burden off Ivar‘s shoulders and carry it himself until the day when he took his last breath, but he knew that this would not be so easy. He walked slowly back to the presidium, the fresh air was now more than good and he just let his thoughts run free. They would hunt down Aelle, they just had to do it.

Ivar slowly went inside he heard that Salomé was already preparing dinner for both of them, and kept looking at Josias, whom she had gently resting against her chest in his sling. Josias needed this intensive contact when he was sick, and it also helped him to cope with his first little cold like a champion. Ivar watched her for a while as he slowly took off his shoes, but he just couldn't erase the images from his mind. If he loved his wife immeasurably before this video, now his love for her was even greater and limitless. For her he would wander through all worlds, climb the highest peaks, sink into the deepest oceans and crawl through all hells to know her by his side again and again and to experience her love, to gain and to taste her sensual love. Ivar smiled when he saw Salomé lovingly kissing Josias' head as she set the table. Her little son was still coughing a little, his breathing was still a little sluggish, but his eyes watched curiously as his mommy set the table. Ivar cautiously made himself noticeable when Salomé spurred him on and he came over to both of them, kissing Josias sweetly, then gently kissed his wife with all the passion he had for her. Salomé saw that Ivar was emotionally upset, she kissed him tenderly, whispered gently that both now had enough time so that he could tell her everything.

Ivar carefully cupped his wife's face, kissed her again, " only you and our son are my whole life," Ivar smiled at his wife, then helped her when both could finally eat after Josias lay in his bed and slumbered a little.

Ivar smiled shyly when Salomé climbed onto his lap after dinner, laid her forehead against his own, "please talk to me, I feel that you are a bit in your own thoughts," Salomé closed her eyes when she felt Ivar hugged her tightly and just hold her tight. Salomé began to sob softly as Ivar got up, held his wife as if she were going to fly away and walked with her into both of their bedroom. He carefully laid his wife on the bed, immediately snuggled up against her feminine body and hid his face in the crook of her neck. Salomé hugged her husband lovingly, held him tight, felt that he needed a moment more, than he looked at her and began to tell her everything. Salomé closed her eyes, she was grateful that Ivar didn't tell her all the details of what he had seen, but still it made her cry because Ivar now knew what had happened to her.

" I want to be inside you," Ivar whispered softly as he turned himself with his wife so that he was finally lying between her legs again, kissing her again and again and nudging against her opening tenderly. Salomé moaned softly when she felt his cock extend inside her and both of them made love gently and passionately. Again and again Ivar explored the body of his wife with his lips, his tongue and his fingers, he loved her so much, every millimeter she made her his goddess made him stumble blissfully, because all his love belonged to her only. Slowly they both felt that their orgasm rolled over their bodies, and Ivar kissed his wife deeply and passionately with every final thrust he made. Exhausted, both collapsed into one another, their eyes closed, only their hearts beating in unison. " I will protect you my Queen, even when it will cost me my own life. Nothing will happen to you and Josias again, I swear," Ivar sniffed when Salomé kissed him over and over again as they both spent the rest of the evening cuddling and talking.

Josias felt better and better over the next few days, and Ivar was able to go back to work in peace. He knew that the entire team was working under high pressure to arrest Aelle, but mysteriously Aelle had disappeared overnight. Björn immediately contacted Blaeja who assured him that she did not know where her father was, or even knew what he was going to do now. Nevertheless, she would be at his team's side with words and deeds, and Björn could contact her regularly if he needed help.

Björn hung up and rubbed his face when Ole rushed into the office followed by Ubbe.

Björn looked at the cell phone then both of them….

"… it's Aelle!

He has your children, he sets conditions," Ubbe gasped when Björn picked up the phone and heard Aelle's dirty laugh.

" I'll give you 24 hours, otherwise your two children will be history, your daughter will be of great use to me. I advise you to always be in reach for me, I will tell you everything by phone in due time! You love to play so let's play a game! You have an hour from now, choose wisely and choose well!"

Aelle hung up, looked over at the two children, " so let the games begin," he laughed hoarsely because he was more victorious and Björn would pay for everything.

Ivar stormed into the office, saw Björn collapse, the phone still in hand.

" He has Bente and Caja," Björn looked at Ivar, and now it was up to him, Ivar, to coordinate everything and get things done, because they only had an hour until the next call!

The countdown was on and it was going to end quickly, they had to make it, they had to do it, they owed it to everyone and to themselves!

60 min! The countdown was already running!

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A match made in Valhalla♥️

Vikings Fic: A Poem Written of Flesh and Blood - Part Three || Ivar the Boneless x ofc (explicit)

This was supposed to be a prompt ficlet and it kinda grew, so like, you’re welcome? All ya’ll can thank @draculasbride-blog for this, apparently.

Every single prop in the world to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie and @pixluru for the read throughs and exceptional beta reading. I love you two beautiful creatures SFM.

Prompts are in bold.

Synopsis: How do you help someone find themselves if you too are lost?

A new hoard of slaves arrives in Kattegat after a raid and one in particular catches the eye of the youngest son of Ragnar Lothbrok. But is she really what she seems?

CW: D/s aspects, slave/master interactions, verbal and physical abuse (from both sides, they’re both assholes to each other really), blood play, knife play, a ridiculous amount of smut, first time shenanigans, Ivar being an emotionally stunted basketcase, filth, swearing, fighting and a bucketload of angst. Probably canon inaccuracies. This story draws heavily on Saami culture and language, so many apologies for any errors in that aspect.

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Chapter Three

A clatter outside his chamber door makes Ivar sit up with a start. He looks around in confusion, and then his gaze settles on her, still asleep beside him. The smile that warms his face at the sight of her in his bed makes him feel weak and strangely calm. He lies back down as she stirs, her eyes opening sleepily.

“Morning, Dökkálfar,” he whispers, curling his arm over her hip to pull her closer.

She snorts in annoyance, her face twisting into a grimace. “Do not call me that,” she mutters, closing her eyes again.

Ivar laughs, nudging her nose with his. The skin of her cheek is soft against his, her hair tickling his face, and Ivar groans low in his throat as he skates his mouth across her jaw. “You are still my thrall, I will call you whatever I please,” he retorts. “Kiss me.”

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peachyboneless · 2 years

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These two are such hot messes! They are impredictable which always adds an element of surprise! We can never figure out what will happen next!

Vikings Fic: A Poem Written of Flesh and Bone - Chapter Two || Ivar the Boneless x ofc (explicit)

This was supposed to be a prompt ficlet and it kinda grew, so like, you’re welcome? All ya’ll can thank @draculasbride-blog for this, apparently.

Prompts are in bold.

Synopsis: How do you help someone find themselves if you too are lost?

A new hoard of slaves arrives in Kattegat after a raid and one in particular catches the eye of the youngest son of Ragnar Lothbrok. But is she really what she seems?

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Ivar doesn’t dare move a millimetre; his own knife set at his throat, the razor-sharp edge scraping and scratching against his skin as he stares her down, and Ivar feels the thrill of something new through his bones. Something stirs in his gut as he meets her eyes in the dim light cast by the dwindling fire.

He smiles, a barely perceptible rising of the corners of his mouth as he leans into the knife. “Do it,” he murmurs. “You know you want to.”

“Do you want to die?” she asks, her head tilting sideways as her eyes narrow.

“No, I don’t want to die,” Ivar scoffs. “But you are the one with the knife, Dökkálfar. It does not matter what I want.”

She trails the knife tip across Ivar’s jaw, finding his chin.

Ivar hisses as the tip presses into his flesh like a needlework point, sharp and deadly. He yields, raising his face as she pushes it up.

“I told you my name,” she murmurs. “You should use it.”

“I prefer your elven name, little one,” Ivar retorts, grinning, not regretting his words when the pinch of the blade becomes a sharp pain, cutting through his skin.

There’s a darkness in her eyes now, one that he recognises: an intoxicating mix of power and control that so often clouds his own judgement. Ivar leans into the knife a little harder. “Go on.”

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I love how fiesty she is!!

Vikings Fic: A Poem Written of Flesh and Bone - Part One || Ivar the Boneless x ofc (explicit)

This was supposed to be a prompt ficlet and it kinda grew, so like, you’re welcome? All ya’ll can thank @draculasbride-blog for this, apparently.

Prompts are in bold.

Synopsis: How do you help someone find themselves if you too are lost?

A new hoard of slaves arrives in Kattegat after a raid and one in particular catches the eye of the youngest son of Ragnar Lothbrok. But is she really what she seems?

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“But why do you get the new thrall, mother? Why do you always get first choice? We are also part of this family, yes? Princes, nonetheless.”

Aslaug sighs and brings her cup to her lips. “Because, my dear,” she replies, smoothing her hand over her youngest son’s hair. “I am queen of this place and I see that the most valuable new additions live under my protection, at least until they prove their worth. Did you not like the new serving girl I bought you?”

Ivar slumps in his chair, glowering into his meal. He stabs at the meat listlessly and doesn’t reply. She wasn’t bad, the new girl, she did her chores just fine, turned down his furs, and kept his chamber fire lit, all the things she was supposed to do. But she was not what he wanted.

Ivar wanted her.

He remembers with intense clarity watching them disembark the ship, dirty skinny girls who shrank under the gaze of the men who lined the docks.

All except her.

She stood tall, defiant, meeting their eyes coldly as they reached for her, grasping her body and leering like animals. When she dared to slap one hand away she fought as she was forced to the ground.

Ivar turned to his mother and opened his mouth to speak but she was already on her feet, her long legs carrying her quickly down the walkway.

Aslaug barked an order loudly, then leaned down and held out her hand, smiling in that singularly beautiful way she always did when she looked upon something she was fond of.

The girl stared up at Aslaug for a moment, and then stood without taking her outstretched hand. Ivar watched on in wonder as she stood in front of his mother fearlessly, defiantly, staring up at her, nodding and shaking her head as Aslaug spoke in soft tones. She brushed off her filthy skirts, seemingly as a force of habit rather than an intentional attempt to remove any of the dirt that caked her clothing, and then followed swiftly when Aslaug turned on her heel and walked back toward the Great Hall.

Ivar watched until they were out of sight, and then quickly slithered from the platform and along the ground after them.

It was thus how the wildling joined their household.

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Ivar smiled early in the morning when he heard the soft babble of Josias who was lying next to him in bed and tried hard to get his little feet into his little mouth. " Good morning my little monkey, is mommy out and about and we both have our three days daddy and son vacation?" Ivar grinned as Josias beamed at him as Ivar pulled his son closer and kissed him tenderly. After everyone had passed, or in Ivar’s words, survived the Christmas season and New Year's Eve, Salomé had, in addition to her online courses for the university, some dates on which she had to be present, and these began after Easter. Josias was now almost four months old and with each passing day it became clear what a loving and funny little guy he was and would become. He loved everyone in his family and always laughed when his daddy made nonsense with him. Ivar was looking forward to these three days and today they would both go to this little baby swimming course together, for the very first time. At the beginning Ivar was nervous when Salomé asked him to do this with Josias, but he understood her wish, because there was nothing better for her than to see how her two men conquered Josias' little world together. Laughing, Ivar snapped at his son's little fingers with his mouth, which made Josias laugh again and again. Salomé had stopped breastfeeding her young son a few days ago because her breasts were no longer producing enough despite the medication. The midwife and her doctor helped her so that from now on Josias preferred to get the bottle, which luckily he was already used to and it didn't seem to be a problem for him.

Ivar smiled when Josias yawned heartily, and he saw how much Josias looked like his mommy, their little son had so much on him from both of them, his eyes had the same intense blue color as Ivar’s ones. They even changed their color a little when Josias was extremely tired or hungry, but his still small, full lips and his little nose he had one on one from Salomé.

" Ewwweeee Peewee there smells something decent," Ivar grinned when he saw Josias chuckling, slowly he got up, put on his bionics, took Josias in his arm and went over to the nursery, undressed his little boy, cleaned him up and both boys boarded just like God made the two of them, the shower to be ready for the day. Ivar grinned as he went downstairs with Josias and saw that Salomé had prepared a small but loving breakfast for him, so he put Josias in his cradle when he had given him the bottle, read the newspaper for a moment while he was having breakfast and Josias grinned hard and was busy with his little feet. When both of them started their day more than comfortably, Ivar dressed his little son and both opted for comfortable clothes, he packed the backpack with the important things for Josias, packed the stroller in his trunk after Josias was already in the car, if he would needing it, as well as his wheelchair because Ivar would definitely need it to swim class and got the baby carrier, since both would go shopping first, and would also make a short detour to Ivar's work, since Björn had scheduling a small meeting with the team for today.

Salomé giggled softly when she opened her mobile during a short break, as Ivar sent her countless messages, photos and small videos and each one made her heart leap for joy because her two men were everything to her. She giggled again when she clicked on the last video Ivar had sent for the moment wich showed him and Josias laughed and chuckled and looked into the camera with his daddy. As always, Ivar made grimaces, which also animated Josias and made him laugh even more.

" I love you both so much," she tenderly kissed the picture of what was now her new background on her phone, which showed Ivar and Josias beaming when she wrote a somewhat longer message to Ivar, and sent countless kisses and hearts, when she went back inside after the break. Ivar gently kissed Josias's head, which he had in front of his chest, went into the presidium and drove up to the meeting. He grinned when his colleagues greeted him immediately after they had all tried to make Josias giggle, who chuckled happily as many of his daddy's colleagues made grimaces for him when Josias chuckled even louder as he saw and heard Björn. " It's great that you're there, then we can briefly do the meeting, then Josias has his papa all to himself again," Björn grinned when the little boy laughed broadly at him and Ivar went over to talk with everyone.

" We have received new information that Aelle has bought several companies, including a small private airline, and we suspect that this company can now serve to procure new girls or to send them. We have already set up some of our people on it and we have been successful because we were able to smuggle one of our people into this company in question." Ivar listened to his brother, smiled gently as Josias kept babbling quietly at everything that was said, " we know how far the companies that this pig bought are of use to him and, above all, how far these companies branch out into his business," Ivar was drinking his coffee when Björn nodded shortly.

" We have some traces that go so far that many of these companies are supposed to be a kind of alibi for drug trafficking, money laundering, etc. However, we must continue to be careful until we are 1000% certain of all the information before we can strike," Björn admitted all the most important documents and explained to them that they got the rest of the information via an external link that only the respective person could open, since everything was top secret and nothing was allowed to leak out. Everyone got up and went back to their activities as Ivar waited shortly and spoke to Björn.

" You know I just want to see him suffer," Ivar looked at his brother as he nodded. " We will do everything we can to bring him down," Björn smiled when Josias started to yawn. " Remember, you and Salomé have a wonderful little son, and you have to protect him, Ivar. We'll hunt down Aelle, even if it still takes a while, but you know that we plan everything precisely so that everything works and make klick into each other almost like a Swiss clockwork," Björn gently kissed Josias's head.

" I know" Ivar took a deep breath, " shall we see you later? Now I go to do all the shopping and after noon the first swimming class is up," Ivar went out with Björn. " I'll be there on time, you know that you can count on me," Björn hugged his brother tightly and went back to the car, buckled Josias into his Maxi cosi and went shopping. He knew that Björn was right, and that it would be stupid to undertake any short-circuit action that could endanger Salomé and Josias. Ivar looked in the rearview mirror as he waited at the traffic light, and smiled as Josias was sleeping peacefully.

" You, little man and your mommy are my whole world," Ivar drove slowly on, parked near the weekly market, put Josias in the stroller and began to do his shopping, which he then drove home, made something to eat for himself, and fed Josias, changed his diaper and went to the swimming class once again.

Ivar sat down in his wheelchair as Björn has parked his car next to Ivar’s, and now he helped his brother by taking Josias as long as the three of them went in, got a changing room and got ready for Josias' very first swimming class.

Ivar looked nervously at his legs as he had his bathing shorts on and was back in his wheelchair. Björn saw that his little brother was depressed when he sat down next to Ivar on the little bench, " nobody will laugh at you Ivar, Salomé told me that she found a group where at least one if not both parents are special. I stay close all the time, if something should happen, Josias will love to experience this with you, and that's the most important thing," Björn hugged Ivar when he gave him Josias and the three went out to the pool. Ivar saw that there were many fathers, some had amputations or other handicaps, and he took a deep breath. He put on the life jacket, let Björn help him into the water when he gave him Josias and Ivar visibly enjoyed the first few minutes with his little son, because Josias widened his eyes, but quickly got used to the water. Björn sat down on the side of the pool, let his legs dangle in the water and sent Salomé several photos and videos from the first hour that Ivar experienced with his little son and clearly had fun. He smiled because one of the trainers always made sure that Ivar didn't drift away because he couldn't swim that well, even if there was a possibility that Ivar could stand a little. Ivar made grimaces for Josias when his little son started to laugh and Ivar slowly turned the little swim ring wich Josias was in through the water, and slowly the first class was over after a good 45 minutes. Björn jumped in, swam over to Ivar and Josias, helped them both to get back to the edge of the pool and took Josias over when Ivar heaved himself into his wheelchair and the three of them went back to the changing room.

Josias wasn't fully dressed yet, so he slept through the rest of the getting back into his clothes, which made Ivar and Björn laugh softly.

" He sleeps like you always did back then," Björn grinned as they went to the cars to driving home. " I know, Salomé also told me this, and he has so much from both of us on him, it’s amazing, Ivar smiled when they were finally on their way home now.

Ivar watched his little son gently as he slept soundly in his little bed as he went downstairs after a while and began to prepare the food for himself and Salomé for the evening. Ivar grinned when he heard the horn, he had just got the lasagna out of the oven, which he had put on its menu idea for this evening, with a little help from Marie and Misses Google. The table was more than lovingly set, the candles were burning and the wine was also wide when he went to the door to greet his wife.

" Ufffff, got you," Ivar laughed as his wife literally flew into his arms and kissed him tenderly.

" I missed you and our son," Salomé whispered softly as Ivar kissed her again and they both went inside.

" Yes, the kitchen is still standing," Ivar laughed when Salomé took off her shoes and he led her over to the table. " Hmmm it smells very good," she kissed her husband again, sat down as they both enjoyed the excellent dinner and talked to each other about their day. Salomé smiled when they both looked at Josias after dinner, who was still soundly asleep, went over to their bedroom and enjoyed the togetherness all the more. " Did someone miss me?" Salomé giggled when Ivar started undressing his wife, nodding wildly. " It was a great day with our son and I can hardly wait for the next two days," Ivar smiled as Salomé crawled on his chest and kissed his chin gently.

" Our son loves you very much, and I love it when you explore and conquer his little world with him," Salomé kissed her husband, running her fingers over his muscular chest, tracing his tattoo, kissing his sternum when she rested her Head all snuggled up against his chest to follow his heartbeat. " Do we want to have a sibling for our son someday?" Ivar wrapped his arms around his wife as they both snuggled deeper into both of their bed. " I just want to give my love for our son and for you right now. Josias is supposed to grow up a bit first and have his mommy and daddy just to himself for the moment," Salomé looked up, smiled when Ivar nodded gently, because he understood her wish.

" But before he turns 2, I want him to be a big brother," Salomé kissed her husband. " I think that's a good amount of time between two kids then," Ivar snuggled up to his wife a little more as they both got more and more tired. Today was exciting and exciting for both of them, and Ivar couldn't wait to spend the next two days with his little son and enjoying his little funny boy all the more.

Aelle couldn't believe all of this, now he was the sole ruler of a far larger empire, of which only everyone could dream, and by a stupid coincidence he found out something that immediately led him to act. Still angry, he wiped his hands after beating his own informant half-dead, picked up his phone and got things done.

"NO! IMMEDIATELY!"

Aelle yelled into the phone when he didn't get the answer he wanted. " I don't have time to waste just touching up little things again. I won't give you 2 hours any more, no less," Aelle fired his cell phone into the flames of the fire that he had just put to destroy everything that would lead to himself in any way, way or form. He knew that if nothing went as he wished, it was only himself he could rely on. He got into his car and slowly became one with the night, he would tidy up, he would now tidy up properly, no matter what the cost. Nobody would mess with him with impunity, NO ONE!

" Everything will come together, have confidence, have confidence in our strengths, we have defeated all those who were not, are won‘t or will never be as strong as we are, have confidence in us! "

Blaeja looked at her father, she was the only constant in his life! His beloved first-born and only true daughter of royal blood. He kissed his daughter's fingers because she was right, of course she was right, as always, with what she said to him now. Of all the bastards who scolded themself to be his children, it was only his only rightful daughter whom he blindly trusted. " We have a lot to do my child, a lot to do," he grinned contentedly, now it was up to him to get everything back on track, and this would now begin. Slowly the limousine disappeared into the fog of the night, and rocked everyone and everything in the twilight of the illusion of security, soon, soon the time would be ripe, and Aelle's conscience calmed down a little more.

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Ivar's brain shutting down when a girl he likes compliments him is the cutest thing ever haha! Poor guy is clueless!

Sweet Treats Part 5

Modern Ivar x ofc

Summary - Ava moves to Kattegat to open a chocolate shop. She first meets Hvitserk and he introduces her to the part of the family business empire run by the sons of Ragnar. Lothbrok Estates supply her with fresh produce and this is how she meets Ivar.

Warnings - bad language, Ivar’s insecurities, banter between brothers, drinking.

Words - 6750 approx.

This is for darling @peachyboneless writing challenge celebrating 100 + followers. The prompts are - “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to flirt” and “Ah, he’s playing hard to get, that’s cute.”

I used the prompts in earlier chapters and I apologise it has taken me so long to get the final part of this fic out to you. A sweet ending, just like the title, no surprises there 😂

I think my head is still a bit all over the place, I’m off my game a little bit, please excuse any spelling / grammar. Hope you still enjoy this anyway. I really wanted to get something out so I could get back into the swing of writing so this chapter is just to wrap up the story.

I hope everyone is well, much love to you all 😘😘😘

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

(My photo but I didn’t make the cupcake)

“What’s with this disappearing act you keep pulling?” Ivar asked his brother.

They were on the way home after spending some time with Ava at her store.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Hvitserk replied.

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peachyboneless · 2 years

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Leave it to Ivar to make you feel good just abt everything! Everytime I see the supportive side of Ivar my heart soars♥️

can I request a bit of an unusual story for y/n & ink drinker ivar?

Like her being super unhappy and insecure about her boobs (in general, not after pregnancy) and he shows her how much he loves and appreciates everything that is her?

Have a great week 😊 and thank you ❤️

Ugh, I love this anon. And thank you, it’s only Monday and I want the week to be over. Dispatch is fucking up again. I hope you have a great week, too!

In retrospect, without muscle your job would be much more difficult; much more taxing, with strains and pains for weeks on end. But you still hate the way your muscles linger through your chest. Between heavy turnout gear, padded vests and dive equipment, your entire body really has no choice but to bulk.

There aren’t many instances where you get to voice the subject; working alongside a group of nine men only lead for discussions of that nature to turn porn worthy. And the times you’ve seen women while you’re out, their chests rounded so perfectly, perky and shown off and you feel ugly. You feel flat and far from feminine; and the thought grows quickly, taking your mind by storm as it rages into a black abyss, only causing you to cover with more layers.

“Aren’t you sweating?” Ivar asks, eyes on the thick fabric of your sweatshirt as you flick irises up to find his. “It’s a million degrees outside,”

“To you, you Norwegian,” You grumble back and Ivar flicks his eyes in a fake distaste of your well timed come back.

“Please don’t go into heat stroke, I don’t know what to do,” Ivar teases and you smirk, shifting on the couch and you peer down at the clothing. “What’s wrong?” Ivar then asks.

“Nothing,” You lie.

“Is the heat making you delirious?” He laughs, fingers touching the fabric of your sweatshirt. “There’s no way you’re not warm in this, take it off,” Ivar then says as his free hand reaches for the hem.

Your hand moves quickly, a grip on his wrist that stills him at in instant as he feels your strength. The nails in his wrist and his eyes flick from the lock you have his hand in back to you.

“Baby, you’re hurting me,” Ivar says quickly and only then do you drop your hold.

When you turn slightly in the sofa, Ivar can feel the air of a serious problem that’s come to slither into your consciousness. He worries quickly, as his thoughts roll into one another as an avalanche, hoping you’re not hiding an injury from work or if in his haste he failed to register where you asked him not to touch you.

“I should have asked before I...Why are you wearing a sweatshirt?” Ivar finally asks, reaching to mute the television and toss his sketchbook on to the coffee table. “What happened?” He says and he knows he’s not approaching the conversation as he should, and he can hear Floki nag him in the space between his ears but right now he’s far too worried to give that man any thought.

“Nothing happened,” You say.

“Baby, come on,” Ivar says and he turns, his full attention on you and now you can’t back away from this conversation without setting off more alarms in the man’s head. “Did you get hurt at work?” Ivar asks but you shake your head. “Did you hurt yourself somewhere else?” He then asks and you shake your head. “Did I hurt you?” And you can hear the slight pain the question alone caused him, clearly evident in the small crack in his voice.

“No,” You say and you curl slowly, bringing your knees to your chest and you wish you had your uniform on. Where you could look down at your badge, your patches and feel any sense of control. But it would be useless, because this is Ivar; your Ivar, and you know he won’t drop the subject.

“Baby,” Ivar says softly, staying still and you know that’s torture for him.

“I don’t like how I look,” You finally admit. The sentence pulling in one quick breath, as if it was all one word and Ivar ducks his head as he tries to catch your gaze.

“What?”

“I don’t like how I look,” You say again.

“That’s it? That’s the only reason you’re wearing the sweatshirt?” Ivar asks and you nod. “Promise?” And you nod again. “What don’t you like?” Ivar then asks, voice deflating and you groan.

“My chest,” You mumble into your knees, purposely, in hopes Ivar can’t make the words out.

“Your chest?” Ivar repeats and you smile to yourself.

“How did you understand that?”

“Uh, have you heard the Norwegian language lately? We mumble. I mean, we’re not as bad as the Danes but we mumble,” Ivar jokes and it makes you giggle. “What’s wrong with your chest?”

“It’s too...too muscular,” You admit, watching his hand slide up your thigh, grounding you as the words come slowly now, as if each press, each subtle squeeze, is sending pulses of confidence.

“I am not following,” Ivar says and it makes you laugh.

“It’s too muscular,” You repeat with a groan. “Like...like you know how Torvi’s chest looks?” You peep.

“I can’t say that I observe my sister-in-law’s chest, Y/N,” Ivar says. “Because I fucking don’t,”

“My boobs don’t look like boobs,” You say and Ivar only blinks slowly.

“I promise you I’m trying to understand this, but I don’t,”

“I know, I said boobs and your mind went on a vacation,” You tease. “They don’t...” and you stop, dropping your knees as you turn slightly to pull the sweatshirt off. Next you peel off your shirt, the sports bra you have under and you feel the rush of the cooler air hit you. “They don’t look like boobs,” You peep as you look down.

“Yes....they do,” Ivar says lowly, blinking slowly as he watches you. “Have you seen what you do on a daily basis at work?” Ivar asks you and you’re caught off guard. His hands move slowly, pulling your hips closer and you wiggle, climbing over his lap as you look at him. The boyish smile you adore laces through his lips again as he looks back at you, warm hands trailing your sides.

“What do you mean?”

“You leave that station with eighty pounds of gear on your body for every fire alarm that goes off in the city. Even if some dip shit is burning their toast. Think about how much that is for a normal person. Yes, you’re going to be muscular, you’re going to look different from other women. And that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. Sure, some women have rounder chests, we won’t even get porn involved because that’s too fake. Some women don’t. You’re not hurting anyone with the way you look. Just my dick,” Ivar smirks and it makes you smile. “The only person you’re hurting is yourself,”

“I know,” You peep.

“Y/N, I will not lift more than ten pounds if I don’t have to--”

“But you can bench--”

“That’s besides the point,” Ivar interrupts. “You could knock me unconscious if you so pleased, and I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass in arm wrestling. You’re that strong by choice; think about how hard your job would be with triple D’s,” Ivar then says, thumb brushing your cheek and it makes you giggle. “And how much do you love what you do?”

“A lot,” You admit.

“And you’re damn good at it. You put nine other guys in their places on a daily fucking basis--”

“Ten, if we’re counting you,” You smile.

“Fair point, and it’s fucking fantastic, if you want my honest opinion. But back to what I was saying: what you look like to me, does not change who you are to me. Because behind them,” Ivar starts, finger pressing against your sternum, “is a really big heart, that tolerates a lot of bull shit, and that makes me feel more loved than anyone,” Ivar says.

“It’s..there,” You say, moving his hand slightly to your left. “It’s kinda like behind my boob,” You add and Ivar snorts, hand dropping to wrap your chest.

“My apologies,” Ivar snickers. “And I know, I can say this until I’m blue in the face but I hate it when you look down on yourself. Your mind, and your mouth, are both for much greater things than being self deprecating,”

“If this turns into a sex joke, I will slap you,” You say quickly.

“You’re threatening me with a good time--I’m serious baby, your body...your body is my favorite thing to draw. Over everything. I would fill sketchbooks up with pictures of you if I could. I will never, ever be able to draw anything as beautiful as you,” Ivar says breathlessly. “As beautiful as your stretch marks, your back dimples, your thighs, your stomach, the scar you have now because of your burn. All of your birth marks, your freckles, baby...you’re a goddess. And I’m not just saying that to make you feel better, I mean it with every fiber of my being. You’d make Aphrodite envious with the way you look. And I’m just lucky enough to be able to tattoo you, once in awhile,” He finishes, eyes softening and you lurch forwards suddenly, crashing against his shoulder as your eyes well up.

Wrapping arms around you, Ivar hums softly, feeling you sniffle and his hands do not cease in their trek along your spine.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Ivar whispers. “I...no one makes me feel as loved as you do. No matter if you’re muscular or not. There will never be a moment that I won’t be in total awe when I look at you,”

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