#again i am sitting in a hotel in copenhagen writing this on my phone at midnight so sorry about any typos

[elisela]

Eli babe I’m not sure if you’re even still taking Soft™️ prompts anymore but if you are I have a MIGHTY need to see you write #36 - giggling during sex 🥹🙏

Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

But sometimes—Derek comes back to bed in the golden morning hours and Stiles allows himself to be pulled against a strong chest. The only movement from either of them is the slow, rhythmic sweep of Derek’s fingers across his sternum, arm settled warmly over his side. Stiles drifts in and out of sleep, picks up Derek’s hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. It’s returned on his shoulder, a pathway of soft, lingering kisses that make their way up his neck and end in Derek’s teeth gently scraping his skin, and Stiles lets out a full body shudder.

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Sometimes they don’t bother fully undressing—

—Stiles will end up on his knees, Derek’s jeans only pulled down enough to expose his cock. He’ll swallow him all the way down and let his mouth go lax, close his eyes when Derek’s hand slides around the back of his head and leave scratches on his thighs that will heal instantaneously as Derek fucks his mouth.

—Derek’s mouth will work it’s way down Stiles’ body, hot and fast and desperate. He’ll unzip the pants Stiles is wearing and rip the fabric of his boxers, jacking Stiles’ cock as he looks up at him. Stiles won’t take his eyes off Derek for a second.

But they’re already naked now, skin to skin in their bed. Stiles brings his hand up and around to scratch through Derek’s hair, soft noise escaping through his mouth when Derek’s hand starts to dip lower.

“Mornin’” he mumbles, voice cracked with sleep.

Derek’s response is barely intelligible, muffled against Stiles’ skin. But his follow up—“This good?” is clear, and Stiles hums in assent. He’s half-hard and Derek’s hand is only just above his stomach, fingers still skating up and down. He grinds his hips down and back slowly, tightening the grip he has in Derek’s hair when Derek moans.

.

Sometimes they’re quiet—

—Stiles will whisper “oh god oh god oh god”, head tucked into Derek’s neck, will try not to act like he’s not getting jacked off in the middle of dance floor in a seedy club.

—Derek will whisper his name, soft, pleading, bent over the back of the couch while Stiles fucks him, holding him down, one hand squeezing the back of his neck.

Sometimes they don’t say anything at all. Stiles is hard by the time Derek rolls on top of him, cock curving up against his belly. He ignores it to get his hands on Derek; resting on his shoulders, dipping down to his hips, pulling until Derek acquiesces and slides up, knees on either side of Stiles’ head. He kisses the inside of Derek’s thighs, opens his mouth to suck on his cock, so thick in his mouth, Derek’s soft exhale the only sound in the room.

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Sometimes they’re loud—

—Stiles will sit behind Derek on the bed, eyes on the mirror, hands holding onto Derek’s. “Tell me,” he’ll say, and Derek will take a shaking breath and a start to talk, will tell Stiles that he wants to suck him off under the table, wants to be fucked over Stiles’ desk at work, wants Stiles to come on his ass and chest and face. Stiles will stroke him as he talks, firmer and faster the louder Derek gets, the more he says, the more detailed the fantasy.

—Derek will say, “let me hear you,” just before he spreads Stiles’ cheeks and licks into him, works his fingers and tongue into Stiles’ ass until he comes, and keeps at it until Stiles is hard again and almost screaming.

But sometimes—Derek’s making little thrusts into Stiles’ mouth, and Stiles lets out a noise of protest when he slides away. “Not yet,” Derek says, chest heaving slightly in a way that makes Stiles feel strangely proud. “Wanted to fuck you.”

“Well,” Stiles says, waving a hand, “get on with it.”

Derek snorts quietly and rolls his eyes, but seconds later he’s settled back on top of Stiles’ body, mouthing at sweaty skin. Stiles curls a foot around Derek’s calf and breathes out, focusing on the feeling, the buzz of arousal singing through his veins, the drag of Derek’s hands on him, the—

He lets out a stutter of quiet, surprised laughter when Derek’s beard brushes his side and sends a ticklish shiver through him. “Sorry,” he says, and Derek looks up at him with such affection that Stiles can’t help but grin and lean awkwardly to kiss him. He settles back down, sighing out in pleasure when Derek’s tongue drags up his cock, and then—

“Jesus!” His leg jerks up at the feeling of Derek’s beard rubbing against the inside of his thigh, and he clamps a hand over the sensitive spot. When he looks back down, Derek is clearly trying not to laugh.

“Sorry,” Derek says—lies—managing to look at least halfway apologetic. Stiles isn’t fooled.

“Maybe we should switch,” he says, but Derek shakes his head immediately. Stiles gives him a look. “No funny business.”

“Never,” Derek says, and his head ducks back down. Anything Stiles was about to say flies out of his head when Derek starts sucking his cock again, tongue swirling around the head, pulling off to lick at his balls, one of his fingers rubbing over his hole.

“Suck me,” Stiles says, spreading his legs a little more, shifting so Derek can finger him. Derek’s hair is soft when he winds his fingers in, and when he moans at the direction, Stiles gives more. “Just like that—god, Derek, that’s so perfect—use two fingers, fuck, fuck, yes—so good, that’s so—argh!”

Derek is laughing when he sits up, and Stiles can’t even be mad.

He can pretend, though.

“What the fuck, Derek,” he complains, pressing his lips against the smile that automatically wants to appear whenever Derek appears outwardly happy. “I was enjoying a perfectly good blowjob.”

Derek snickers once more before taking an audible deep breath. “I really—sorry,” he says, and falls forward when Stiles rolls his eyes and reaches for him. “It seemed funny?”

“It was not,” Stiles informs him, but he grins anyway and pulls Derek down for a kiss. “You gonna fuck me or have you decided to just go for tickle attacks now?”

“Definitely gonna fuck you,” Derek says, and Stiles heart skips a beat when he realizes Derek is still smiling.

.

Sometimes it’s just a release—

—Derek will come home from the gym still worked up, adrenaline flowing. Stiles will drape himself over the arm of the couch, ass up, stroking himself as Derek fucks him roughly. He’ll plant his feet and push back against it, hope there will be bruises on his hips the next day.

—Stiles will flex his fingers in Derek’s hair, holding him down, rolling his hips. He’ll say, “you can take it, baby, just a bit longer, please, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat, you feel so fucking good—” and Derek will take it, hands on Stiles’ thighs, grounding him.

But—

“Derek,” Stiles whispers, the only word he’s said for the past five minutes. “Derek, Derek, oh—please—”

“I know,” Derek says. His voice sounds strained, and Stiles isn’t sure if it’s because he’s close to falling apart or because he’s had his tongue in Stiles’ ass, eating him out since they both calmed down. “Do you want—”

“Yeah, yes, please.” He’s begging; he knows it, and he’ll happily do it again if it means he gets to come on Derek’s tongue. It’s one of his favorite things, and one they almost never have time for. “Touch me again. I’m so close, I swear, just—”

Derek’s hand closes around his cock, and Stiles closes his eyes and cries out when he feels his tongue again, circling his rim before pushing in. Derek has always eaten him out like he’s starving for it, fucking him with his tongue just as relentlessly as he does his cock. Stiles whines when Derek stops stroking his cock but then his fingers are pushing in, hard and fast, and Derek bites at the swell of his ass before leaning forward and over him.

“You look so good like this,” Derek says, voice pitched low; Stiles lets out a sound that sounds half-strangled, but he can hardly breathe. “But you sound even better when you’re begging to come. Come on, baby, let me hear how bad you want it.”

He’s going to burst apart. This is Derek’s apology, he’s sure of it, and he’s not going to let it go to waste. “Fuck me with your tongue,” he says, the words stuttering out, breathless. He’d long since lost his ability to control his breathing. “Please, Derek, please—feels so good, I’m so close, wanna come on your tongue—you can fuck me after, bend me over and—oh fuck yes—”

He thinks he screams. He’s aware that he gets louder when Derek’s fingers rub relentlessly over his prostate and his tongue traces around his rim, but when Derek pushes his tongue in again, Stiles feels every muscle in his body seize up before he lets go all at once, gasping for air as he comes all over the bed and his own chest.

Everything—it floats after that. He rolls when Derek pushes him onto his back, flings his arms around Derek’s shoulders and holds on to sweat-soaked skin as Derek pushes into him, breathing heavily, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of his neck. He winds a foot around Derek’s thigh and tries to pull him in closer, tilts his head to better hear the gasps and shallow breathing, the murmured pleas coming from Derek’s lips, and finally, the sweet sigh of relief when he comes.

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Sometimes, it’s all they have time for—

—Derek will grind against him in the kitchen; he’ll suck bruising kisses onto Stiles’ neck as he strokes himself, will come against the soft skin of Stiles’ stomach and rest against him for a few seconds before Stiles will squirm away and half-heartedly glare, his own erection obvious as he wipes himself off with a dish towel that he’ll fling in Derek’s direction with a laugh before grabbing his coffee and taking off.

—Derek will whisper, “come on, come on baby,” and Stiles will come, collapsing against Derek, legs feeling like jello. He’ll watch as Derek brings his hand up and licks it clean, will make a face and say, “look, that’s actually gross—” and Derek will laugh and make sure his jeans are buttoned and drag him out of the alley by the movie theater in time to join their friends.

But now—now, Stiles wiggles until he can hold onto Derek properly, tucks Derek against him and presses a hundred tiny kisses on his face and neck. Now Stiles says, “God, I love you, let’s always take days off together, that was amazing, you’re amazing—” and Derek kisses him back and smiles and tells him if he loves him that much, Stiles won’t mind getting out of bed and getting him coffee.

Stiles doesn’t get out of bed. He pushes Derek out instead, raises his arms triumphantly—and regrets it the second Derek makes a grab for his armpits and starts tickling.

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Sometimes they don’t have time for anything at all—

—Stiles will tear through the living room at six in the morning cursing about being late, will talk at Derek instead of to him, will catch himself at the door and turn back to give his husband a kiss goodbye.

—Derek will come home late, cringing at the dark house, the clean kitchen. Stiles will be asleep already, laying restless in their bed, and Derek won’t do more than strip down and brush his teeth before joining him.

But today—today, they won’t get out of bed for hours.

#sterek #smut #plot what plot #stiles stilinski #derek hale #madi this is probably not what you had in mind at all but??? #it’s what was in my head #eli writes #again i am sitting in a hotel in copenhagen writing this on my phone at midnight so sorry about any typos

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Secrets XII (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I’m so sorry! :( This should have been posted before I went to Denmark, but I didn’t have time to finish it and as soon as I was back in Spain I started uni again. I wanted this to be long and dramatic. It’s long but I'm not that sure about the dramatic part😂 I hope you like it anyway💜 thank you so much for all the messages and the lovely comments, likes and reblog on the other parts!😘 Love u! To catch up, you have my masterlist on my bio!

Warnings: Smut (the first half of the chapter is pure smut lol, I felt dirty writing this), the reader feels a bit insecure, Ivar is very nice in this chapter I don’t know why, Hvitserk is the most precious thing in the world. Do not read if you’re under 18.

Words: 4142 I told you it was long. 

Inspiration: Griffenholm Confessionals by @akamaiden @laketaj24 @ivarsshieldmadien @ivarswickedqueen

gif belongs to @ivarthebonelessvk

The fucking alarm. 

You groaned, closing your eyes tightly. You didn't want to go to class, why did you even took maths? It wasn't like it was your passion, you didn't even like it. But of course you wanted to think you were smarter than you actually were. 

You tried to move on the bed, to stop the alarm which was destroying your ears. 

But someone stopped you. 

"Can you please stop moving?" a deep voice sounded in your ear, startling you. And then you realized that what stopped you from moving were someone's arms, locked around your waist. 

And that what was ringing wasn't your alarm, but your phone. 

And you weren't at the school, but at the big suite of one of the best hotels in Copenhagen. 

"Ivar?" you asked, confused and rubbing your eyes "Is that you?"

You felt him raise his head. 

"Of course it's me, who would it be?" 

"I don't know, I couldn't remember... Can you please let me go so I can pick up my phone?" 

"No" he huffed, tightening his grip around your waist "Just ignore it"

"Ivar, please" you tried to escape, but he was too strong... And you didn't really wanted to get away from him.

He didn't answer, just pressed his chest against your bare back and closed his eyes. 

You sighed. He was too stubborn. 

Your phone stopped ringing for a few seconds, but then it started again. 

Ivar growled, and you smirked.

"If you let me take it, it will stop"

He sighed, but let you go, opening his stunning blue eyes to see you moving on the enormous bed to take your phone, frowning when you saw the caller on the screen. 

"Hello?" you picked up "Dad?"

"Y/N where the fuck are you?" he sounded angry, and you flinched at his hard tone. Ivar pressed his lips together and looked at you frowning. 

"I'm in... Copenhagen" you answered, confused. 

"Why there's photos of you with Ivar Lothbrok, Y/N?"

"Photos?" you looked at Ivar, who was eyeing you "Oh, yeah, the photos they took of us last night... We attended a Christmas dinner Ivar's dad organized..."

"Ivar's dad?" your father was panting "Why the fuck did you attend an event organized by Ragnar Lothbrok and with his son?"

"Because I'm spending the holidays on his house"

"What?! I didn't give you permission for that"

"Well, I didn't need you permission" you started to get annoyed by his tone "I asked you and mom if I could go with you to spend the holidays, but you told me no, so Ivar invited me to his house so I wouldn't have to spend Christmas alone"

"I prefer you alone than with that bunch of criminals"

"What? Okay, first of all, since when do you care about my life? You've been ignoring me for years, and now you're pretending to care about me? What has gotten into you?"

"I won't sit down and wait until my daughter becomes Ivar Lothbrok's whore"

You widened your eyes, gasping. 

"You know what? I'm going to ignore that and act like this conversation didn't happen. I'm alive, and I'm having the best holidays ever, so fuck off"

You locked your phone, finishing the call and throwing your phone on the bed, sighing. 

"Who was that?" Ivar looked at your phone, frowning.

"My father" you shook your head "I didn't realize the photos would be published... Of course, you're famous here"

"I'm not famous" he rolled his eyes "Is your father friends with my uncle Rollo?"

"Yeah, they have business together..."

"I don't really know my uncle, he left for France when I was a kid and my father and him don't get along"

"He's nice, I've only seen him twice but he gave me tickets for the theater so I like him"

"What did your father tell you?"

"He's angry because I'm spending the holidays with you, he says he doesn't want me to become your whore, literally"

Ivar raised an eyebrow. 

"And I thought my father was a bad one..." He scoffed "It's good he wasn't here last night to see you screaming my name underneath me while I..."

"Ivar!" You laughed, hitting his bare arm "Shut up!"

The night had started slow, nice and passionate. Ivar had guided you to the big suite that he had reserved for the night. There was champagne and a giant speaker playing your favorite songs. After pressuring him a bit, Ivar admitted it was Ubbe who had the idea. 

He had touched you slowly, caressing your skin and making love to you, in a bed which was bigger than your whole room in the school, surrounded by soft sheets and comfortable cushions. Ivar had cursed and you moaned softly. 

But that had been only the beginning. 

You were about to jump on Ivar's lap to give him a good morning kiss when his phone started ringing. He rolled his eyes when he saw the caller, but answered anyway. 

"What, Hvitserk?" He sighed while he eyed you carefully. You didn't have any clothes on and the sheet was thin enough for him to see your bare skin. 

"Ivar, are you still at the hotel?" 

"Yes, I'm with Y/N, and we have the suite for two nights, so no business today, brother"

"I know, I just wanted to tell you" Hvitserk sounded annoyed "One of Ecbert's guys killed five of ours last night, dad is going to talk to him tomorrow"

"Fuck" Ivar rubbed his eyes "Where?"

"In a bar, in Vesterbro"

"And dad is going tomorrow?"

"Yes, he's meeting with Ecbert at his house tomorrow"

"Don't you think it's a bit stupid to go to his house?" 

"Hey, we tried to tell him to choose another place, but he won't listen... Anyway he asked one of us to go with him"

"And?" 

"Björn and I don't want anything to do with this, and Sigurd and Ubbe are with mom at home, so..."

"That only leaves me" Ivar raised his eyebrow, laughing sarcastically "Okay, I'll go, none of you deserves our father"

"And Ivar, be careful with Y/N, okay? The photos have been published and probably Aelle already knows her name and her fucking blood type, so please take care of her"

"Don't worry, Hvitserk, she's safe with me"

"She better be"

His brother hung up the phone, and Ivar shrugged, not really understanding why he was so annoyed at him. 

"What happened?" You frowned, a bit worried.

"Nothing, just Lothbrok drama" he rolled his eyes "And my brother being weird... Now, where were we?" 

After the slow lovemaking you had shifted positions, and this time you enjoyed his moans and his expressions, even making him look at you in the eyes as he came inside you. You didn't know watching him writhe in pleasure was that... Exciting.

You had ridden him, his hands traveling all over your body and yours on his chest, he bit his lip sometimes, and only opened his mouth to praise you and to moan loudly. His moans built your own orgasm, and you squeezed him harder than before, making him almost scream in pleasure when he came. 

His bright, full of lust eyes were on you, staring hungrily at your body as it moved against his. 

His hands ripped the sheets from your body, and he growled as he kissed your chest and neck, you felt dizzy and put your hands over his shoulders to steady yourself. 

Just when he was about to touch you, someone knocked at the door, saying something in danish. Ivar sighed annoyed, but answered something as he took the sheets to cover your naked body. 

"Breakfast" he explained, as the door opened and a man entered with a tray, smiling and bowing his head.

Ivar nodded, and the man left the tray on the desk. You noticed that he was shaking a bit.

"Tak" you smiled at him, trying to ease his nerves. Ivar was intimidating, you understood him.

The man smiled at you and nodded again before leaving the room. 

"How much breakfast did you order?" You widened your eyes looking at the enormous display of food.

"Actually I did not order anything, I was served already" he muttered, trying to tear the sheets off your body again "It was mor, last night, she was worried we wouldn't have anything to eat"

"Aw, that's so sweet of her" you smiled softly, ignoring his attempts of getting you naked again. 

"Yeah, lovely, now let me eat my breakfast" he whined, making you laugh.

"Ivar, for fuck's sake, are you insatiable?" 

"When it comes to you, yes I am" he finally managed to rip the sheets out of you, forcing you on your back and getting between your legs.

"I've never done this before" you admitted, biting your lip as you kneeled next to him on the bed. You were completely naked, and with your hand on his hard cock. He was panting and had trouble focusing to understand what you were saying, you were secretly proud of yourself for having that effect on him. 

"You don't have to... If you don't want... Fuck" he moaned as your hand squeezed his cock. 

"I want to" you assured, a bit nervous "But tell me if I do anything wrong"

"Okay" 

You leaned in, kissing softly the head of his cock. Ivar hissed and his hand tangled into your hair immediately. You opened your mouth and took him in, caressing his shaft with your tongue. He made a strange sound, and you looked at him warily, worried. 

"Fuck, don't look at me like that" he panted, cursing in danish "Are you sure this is the first time you're doing this?" 

You nodded, still moving your head up and down, trying your best to take as much of him as you could. 

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking good..." He praised you, caressing your hair proudly "Look at you, taking all my cock on that pretty little mouth of yours..."

You blushed, but felt confident enough to move your head faster and to try and take a bit more of him. 

"Relax your throat... Yes, just like that" he moaned, feeling your wet and warm mouth all around him. 

You had tears in your eyes, but you felt so good... 

"I think it's time I reward you for being such a good girl last night" Ivar bit your neck, smirking when you gasped and your hips moved against his.

In seconds, his lips were over your clit. His breath hit you where you most needed it and you moaned. 

"Ivar" you moaned.

He hummed and finally his lips touched your clit, he licked, sucked and even bit it until you were begging him, you needed him inside you. You had never craved someone that much. 

"Ivar" you repeated, your nails digging on his shoulders "Please, please, I can't... I need..."

"Okay, okay" he chuckled "I got you, love"

His lips traveled up your body, until they met yours again. 

He thrusted into you without warning, making you almost scream in pleasure and surprise. 

"God, Ivar" you clenched your fist around the sheets, moving against him 

He smirked.

"Say that again"

"Do you think you can take one more?" He muttered into your ear. You were exhausted, sensitive and sleepy. 

"I don't know, Ivar..."

You had been fucking for hours, you lost the count of how many orgasms you already had. You couldn't even turn your head to look at him. 

"I'll do all the work" he promised, his fingers caressing your naked waist "I promise, then we can sleep"

You just nodded, letting him pull you closer to him, your back touching his bare chest. His hand traveled to your thigh and he put your leg up his waist. 

He entered you at once, both of you moaning at the feeling. He sighed into your ear as he started moving, slow and deep... Just how you needed it. 

"You take me so well" he muttered "It's the first time I can't get enough of someone... Fuck, Y/N" 

You opened your eyes tensing up at that.

"Not even with Freydis?" 

He stopped moving, sighing into your neck. 

"No, not even with her" he admitted "That scares me, to be honest... I already wanted to die when she left me... I probably would kill myself if you leave me"

"That's the alcohol talking" you smiled, shaking your head.

"No, it's not" he squeezed your waist "I promise, Y/N, I was in love with Freydis, but she wasn't in love with me... You give me more than I give you"

"Shut up" you took his hand, pressing your body even more against his as he started moving inside you again "I love you"

"I love you too" he muttered, his voice deep and husky "Fuck, I'm not drinking any more, I sound like Ubbe"

You had had enough sex for like three months.

Though even then, after fucking for one day and two nights in a row, you still felt that familiar wetness between your legs as Ivar got dressed.

"You stay here" he repeated, taking his crutches and getting up from bed "I'll be back tonight, if I'm not, Hvitserk will come and get you... I can't take you with me, Ecbert is probably watching me and it would be dangerous" he added when you opened your mouth to protest. 

"But I'll be bored" you pouted.

"You have Netflix" he winked at you.

"Ivar" you whined "Come on"

"Sorry, love, it's dangerous" he repeated "I'll be back soon, I promise"

He kissed you softly, and you hummed happily, frowning when he broke the kiss.

"Bye" he winked at you and left, closing the door after him. 

You sighed, finding yourself all alone in the enormous room. You were already bored. 

You got up from the bed, flinching softly. Obviously, you were sore.

You took a shower, brushed your teeth and put your underwear back on, going back to bed and turning on the tv to put Netflix. 

You couldn't focus on the tv, though. You didn't exactly knew what Ivar was doing in that moment, as he refused to tell you, but you could imagine it was something dangerous. And a part of you was worried as hell while the other part told you to calm down. His brothers wouldn't let him be in danger, would they? Especially Ubbe and Hvitserk, who were more protective towards Ivar. 

But you didn't really have time to worry too much, as someone knocked at your door. 

You frowned, but turned off the tv and took the sheets from the bed, covering yourself with them before walking to the door slowly. 

"Hello?" You said, clearing your throat. 

"Y/N, I'm Hvitserk" you recognized his voice, and you sighed in relief, opening the door.

"Hi" you smiled to him "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you until tonight or..."

"It's fine, you did well asking" he winked at you, entering the room. He tried hard not to stare at your figure, as the sheet clenched to your body.

"Is everything alright?" You asked, frowning while closing the door. 

Hvitserk sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

"I'm not sure" he shook his head "Ivar texted me, he said he wasn't sure of Ecbert's intentions and that the negotiations were a bit... Tense, he told me to pick you up and take you to the apartment, we'll wait there"

Your heart sinked, and you bit your lip. 

"Y/N" Hvitserk softened his tone, caressing your cheek with his hand "Ivar will be fine, he's survived worse things"

"Oh god" you rolled your eyes "Why wouldn't I get a boyfriend who works on a fucking restaurant?"

"Oh, but that wouldn't be nearly as fun, love" he chuckled "Come on, get dressed"

"I only have the dress and the heels..."

"I forgot to bring you some clothes... It's fine, you can borrow some of Ivar's clothes at the apartment"

"Okay" you sighed. He sat at the couch and unlocked his phone as you took the dress and the heels and got into the bathroom to change. 

You flinched when you put the heels back on. God, you hated heels. 

"You look really good with that dress on, Y/N" Hvitserk smiled "You should wear it for school"

"I'll do it when I want to get expelled"

He chuckled, getting up and walking to the door.

"You have everything?" 

You took your purse and your phone, looking around before nodding and walking behind him. 

"I do, come on"

There was another man at the elevator, who looked at you with widened eyes as you entered. Hvitserk cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. 

"See something you like?" his tone was intimidating and he tilted his head. The man muttered some excuses and fixed his eyes on the floor of the elevator. You bit your lip to hold back your laugh. 

Hvitserk took you to the apartment by car. You were thankful for that because you weren't sure you'd be able to walk all the way to the apartment with those heels. 

It was quite big for being an apartment in the center of Copenhagen, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a spacious living room and a large kitchen. Everything was tidy and clean, and Hvitserk told you his mother lived there when they were at the school. 

"Ivar hasn't came here since Freydis left" Hvitserk explained "So I was a bit surprised when he told me to get you here, though I think he did it so you'd be safe, Ecbert and Aelle think we sold this apartment when Freydis left, so they would look for you at the hotel and at our house"

"He came here with her a lot?" You asked, distracted by the portraits and the paintings on the wall. You had discovered that Aslaug liked painting, and she had painted portraits of her sons. 

"They practically lived here" Hvitserk sighed, taking a beer from the fridge and sitting on the couch "That's why he hasn't come back since then, it has a lot of memories for him"

You smiled softly looking at one picture on the wall that showed the four brothers. Hvitserk, a blonde, chubby child, was hugging a very little Ivar, who was sitting on the floor smiling to the camera. Sigurd was kneeled next to his little brother, and Ubbe, the oldest, had one hand on his shoulder, smiling proudly. 

They looked so cute...

"Why did you grow up and ruined this?" You asked, still looking to the picture. 

"Trust me" he chuckled "Sometimes I'd like to be that age for the rest of my life"

You smiled softly, shrugging.

"I'm gonna go change my clothes"

"Ivar has some clothes on the main bedroom, you can take whatever you want"

Of course Ivar would demand the main bedroom.

You took some sweatpants and a jumper, both of them were too big for you, but they were far more comfortable than the dress... And they smelled a bit like Ivar. 

You went to look at your phone again but this time it didn't answer. Great. 

Sighing, you sat on the bed, opening the drawer of the bedside table to look for a charger. 

But what you found made you freeze. 

There were a lot of photographies, on some of them there were only one blonde girl. Freydis. 

On some others, Ivar and her were together. On one they were kissing, then laughing on the next one, and finally... Freydis smiled, looking at the camera, and Ivar smirked softly, looking at her in a way that made your stomach turn. 

Will he ever look at me like that?

The answer your inner voice gave you wasn't really what you wanted to hear. 

Freydis was beautiful. You bit your lip and sighed, trying not to feel too much intimidated. 

Freydis is Freydis, and you are you, there's no point in making comparisons, you're not like her and she's not like you. 

Just when you were about to close the drawer and go back to the living room with Hvitserk, you saw it. 

It was a small, velvet box. It was completely black and, when you opened it, you could see it contained a silver ring with... Was that a diamond? God.

You widened your eyes as you looked at the beautiful engagement ring, too focused to hear Hvitserk entering the bedroom.

"Ivar was about to ask her to marry him" Hvitserk's voice startled you "Ubbe and I went with him to buy that ring. It's beautiful, expensive... Freydis would have loved it, but she left two days after we bought it and Ivar never had the chance"

"He never told me anything..."

"And he won't, only Ubbe, Sigurd and I knew about that"

"Weren't they a bit young to get married?"

"Of course" Hvitserk chuckled "He was planning to ask her first, and then marry her when they were older... I'm sure you've noticed, Ivar is really possessive and needs the rest of the world to know what belongs to him, so no one will touch it"

"Yeah" you rolled your eyes "But I wasn't really expecting this" you muttered, looking at the ring again.

"Ivar is impulsive, possessive and he was too in love with her, he had this idea and no one could make him change his mind"

You frowned, closing the box again and taking the photos. 

"Do you think I will ever be good enough?"

Hvitserk raised an eyebrow, shrugging.

"Why wouldn't you be good enough?"

"I don't know... I'm nothing like Freydis, I'm... Normal" you chuckled "I just cannot help to think she was too special in his life, that I will always be the replacement"

"You're not the replacement" Hvitserk spoke calmly. Out of all the brothers, he was the one who understood your insecurities the most. You felt compared, as he had been feeling his whole life "You're nothing like her, Y/N, trust me"

"You didn't really like Freydis, did you?" 

Hvitserk shook his head.

"I saw what she was doing with my brother, she manipulated him... He acted really strange when he was with her. Ubbe tried to ignore it, but I had quite a few fights with Ivar because of that"

"Maybe... She had her reasons?" You bit your lip "Don't get me wrong, I still think what she did was really bad, but maybe she had her reasons to leave... I mean, I've been with a very angry Ivar, he can be really cruel, and he has said things to me that would have me run away from him"

"Yeah, I know what you mean" Hvitserk nodded "And I agree, we will never know why she did what she did unless she tells us, and I don't think she will, honestly... But don't feel like the replacement, Y/N, you're far from being a replacement"

"Thanks, Hvitty" you smiled, hugging him and leaning your head on his shoulder "You know, I think you're my best friend here in Denmark... Elise too, of course"

"Lovely, I love being the best friend" he smiled a bit, and maybe if you had looked at him you'd had seen how he pressed his lips together "Ivar doesn't deserve you, you know, you're too kind, too pretty... Too good"

"Thank you" you laughed "I don't think I'm too good, Hvitserk, but I appreciate your words"

"If you were told every single hour how amazing you are, maybe you wouldn't doubt it" he chuckled "I would tell you every minute, Y/N, I'd tell you you're the most beautiful person alive"

"Hvitserk, I think you're exaggerating..." your smile faded when you lifted your head and saw him, closer than you remembered, with his beautiful green eyes on yours. Your heart skipped a beat when he leaned into you and your lips touched briefly, just before his phone started ringing. 

Hvitserk quickly got up, getting away from you, and taking his phone to look at the caller. 

"I'll be at the kitchen cooking something, you must be hungry" he said in a casual tone, as if he hasn't been about to kiss you just seconds ago "Take your time" he smiled at you before going out of the room, answering the call in danish. 

You stood there, with the photo in your hands, breathing heavily. God what had you done? You loved Hvitserk like a brother, you had already forgot about him, so why didn't you moved away when you saw his intentions? 

In the photo, Freydis smiled, as if she was mocking you. You felt awful then, and quickly tossed the photo into the drawer, closing it and covering your face with your hands. 

God, Y/N, why are you so stupid?

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