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Closer To Me: Chapter 1

Synopsis: Upon moving to a new city, the Reader crosses paths with Ivar, Hvitserk and the rest of the Lothbrok clan. Since her own life is already filled with internal demons from a strict upbringing, their introduction into her life only adds to the drama. As things progress, Reader discovers that there is more to her interactions with Ivar and Hvisterk than meets the eye.

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Chapter 1 Warnings: Angst, Foreplay and Bullying

Word Count: 8000+

Setting: Modern Vikings

Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairing: Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk (Love Triangle)

Read the Prologue here: CLOSER TO ME: PROLOGUE

Read Chapter 2 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 2

Read Chapter 3 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 3

Read Chapter 4 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 4

Read Chapter 5 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 5

Read Chapter 6 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 6

Read Chapter 7 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 7

Read Chapter 8 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 8

Tagged: @irishhiggins @mblaqgi @i-care-bout-you-boo @peaches-seed @sajess98

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You gave a warm smile as you placed two pints of beer at a table full of mostly women.

"Praise the Gods." A honey blonde with intricately styled braids said as she leaned towards you.

She was obviously the most popular person at the table so you nodded politely. You then handed her the disposable pair of ballet slippers she had requested from the vending machine.

The vending machines at Club 52 were not your average vending machines. They were upscale and offered everything from phone chargers to high-end fragrances.

"Thank you so much Y/N. You’re a lifesaver." She said as she took the packet from you and kicked off her Louboutins. "The price of fashion, huh?

You giggled as the woman began placing the slippers onto her feet. As she was doing so, she asked how long you had worked at the club. You calculated the time in your head a moment.

"It's been a little over two months."

"Oh, a newbie. So do you like it?" She asked before cutting you off before you could reply. "Lagertha, by the way." She added extending her free hand.

"Nice to meet you Lagertha." You said, shaking her hand firmly "To answer your question, it's not exactly a dream job but it pays the bills.” You shyly played with your apron as you continued. "Besides, everyone's pretty friendly and my boss is amazing. Guess I can't really complain."

Lagertha sipped her beer and looked at you with a crooked smile. As she did so, a woman with very light blonde hair leaned over to hear what you two were discussing.

"Lagertha, let the poor girl do her job." The woman said jokingly.

"I will Torvi. I just wanted to hear what her dream job was." She tapped the side of her horn as she waited for you to respond.

No one had ever taken you seriously when you spoke about your dreams back home. Well, with the exception of "him", but that was story for another day. Uncertain for a moment, you decided to reveal what had been in your heart for as long as you could remember. After all, there were no friends and family nearby to ridicule you.

"I..." You almost choked on the words. "I've always wanted to be a famous artist. Oil painting and pencil sketching are my main mediums but I've taken up sculpting recently."

By sheer habit, you braced yourself for disapproval but to your surprise, Lagertha and Torvi both nodded as if they were impressed.

"So, you have a talent most people can only dream of. You should use it." Torvi said as she leaned her cheek against her hand.

"Yeah. One of these days." You said as you picked up some empty beer pitchers. "I'll be back with the rest of your order ladies.”

You first dropped off the empty pitchers in catering and then went to the main bar. After getting two more pints of beer, you returned to the Blue Room and served a table of very drunk men who were arguing about some historical battle. Though you heard bits and pieces of their heated debate, you didn’t really pay allot of attention. You were just ready to go home. Hopefully, it would be on time because the birthday party was nearing its peak despite the fact it was 3:12 am. Everywhere you looked, the private hall was buzzing.

"I sure hope they know we close at 4:00 am." You thought looking forward to curling up in your bed and binge-watching Hey Arnold.

The game room, karaoke rooms and dance floor had the most action. Even the silver bikini clad go-go dancers were still energetically entertaining people on the stages and poles. It was safe to say, Hvitserk's birthday party was a huge success by any definition of the word.

As you turned to go to fetch more drinks, you felt a tug your apron.

"Looks like I turned you out Y/N. You're serving beer like a pro." A teasing Folaki said.

"Please. You serve up eight pitchers in one trip meanwhile, I'm carrying in two pitchers at a time." You giggled. "I hardly think that's a pro."

"Well, you know what they say. We all gotta start somewhere." She replied before pulling you by your hand.

Realizing Folaki was taking you deeper into the hall and you had more beer to serve, you spoke up.

"Where are we going? I'm not done with my tables.”

"Don't worry about it. They can wait a moment. Besides, this won't take long."

"What won't take long?"

Folaki didn't utter a response but instead gave you a smug "You'll see" expression. It wasn’t long before you found yourself at the head table once again. Since you had been lucky enough to receive Ivar's forgiveness for your momentary lapse of judgment, you had avoided him. You worked every table with the exception of theirs the entire night. Now, there you stood in his cross-hairs once again. Despite glaring at you for a moment, Ivar luckily didn't say anything.

Perhaps he had his fill of mocking you for the night. The blonde who was now practically sitting in his lap however, stared at you much longer. She looked at you with great contempt but you avoided eye contact.

"It's almost over." You assured yourself.

Folaki gingerly picked up two shots of tequila and handed one to you which made you look at her with confusion.

“Um.....am I supposed to give this to someone?" You asked you giddy coworker.

"Duh, silly. It's for you."

"For me? Are you nuts? We're on shift."

"So?"

"So, it means we can't drink. That's Frankie's cardinal rule."

Folaki giggled and pointed to your right. When you looked over, there stood your boss patting Ragnar on his shoulder. From the way they were speaking to one another, you could tell they knew each other very well.

Bjorn, who looked much more relaxed than earlier, hopped on stage and said something to the DJ. Slowly, the DJ brought the Sai "Chandelier “song down until it was quiet.

Taking a mic, Bjorn put a hand in his jean pocket and spoke.

"Hey everyone!" He paused a moment. "I’m sure we all know why we’re here tonight---"

“Yeah! To call you a cunt!" A heavy accented male voice yelled.

Your eyebrows raised but the entire hall burst into thunderous laughter, clapping and whistling. Bjorn laughed too and proceeded to remove his hand from his pocket to shoot the middle finger.

"As I was saying, Hvitserk...." He looked down the stage at the head table. "Can you get up here please?"

Everyone applauded as Hvitserk ascended the stairs and joined his brother onstage.

Bjorn good-naturedly placed his arm around his brother's neck. As you watched leaning against a pillar, you found it pretty adorable to see these rowdy people have a tender moment.

“As the eldest, I've witnessed the best and the worst of you. Especially in your teens."

"Ubbe was far worse!" Ragnar yelled with a smirk.

More laughter emanated from the crowd. Ironically, Ubbe actually seemed proud of his father's comment about him and gave a gentlemanly nod of his head.

"I want you to know that as the years have gone by, we've all witnessed you mature and become a capable and responsible man. So on this special day the Gods have bestowed upon you, I want you to know that we all love you...." Bjorn said as Hvitserk looked at him warmly. "And wish you many more to come."

People applauded while others yelled well-wishes and banged on tables. Boy, were these people ever loud. Ragnar was the first person to hug Hvitserk when he got off the stage. He held his son's face a moment and surveyed him with a pride.

"Father, what are you doing?" Hvitserk asked a bit embarrassed by the adoration.

"Just looking at my handiwork. Isn't my son a strapping lad?" Ragnar shouted causing the men nearby to chuckle in agreement.

He then whispered something to Hvitserk and handed him a pair of keys. From where you were standing, you could tell that they were keys to a car. Hvitserk looked at them and a huge smile spread across his face. Whatever the car was, he definitely seemed over the moon out it. He gave his father another heartfelt hug and began hugging the other attendees. Since you were a bit tired, you continued to lean on the pillar as the well wishes continued.

Folaki, being who she was, was happily chatting away with Ubbe, Bjorn and some other people.

"Wow. She's really good at making friends." You thought as you watched her.

Soon, your mind wandered to your art and the advice Lagertha and Torvi had given you.

"If it was only so easy to chase a dream." You sighed to yourself.

As you pondered your situation in life, you felt a tickle on your right cheek. You turned slightly to only come nose to nose with a very tipsy Hvitserk.

"Oh my God!” You jumped due to being startled. "You almost gave me a damn heart attack." You chastised him as your heart rate tried to return to normal. "Seriously, you really shouldn't sneak up on people like that."

"I don't. I only snuck up on you because you make it so easy. Seems like your head is always lost the clouds." He said scrutinizing you with soft eyes and warm smile.

Timidly, you looked away because of the intensity of his gaze. Undeterred, Hvitserk gently lifted your chin with his hand to make you look at him again. Despite it being a bit dim in the Blue Room, his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you. Needless to say, you were beyond uncomfortable, yet unsure of what to do to get out of the situation.

"What is it that you think of so much Y/N?" He asked in a very genuine tone.

You looked away from him with his hand still holding your chin. The question held more weight than he could fathom. From your reasons for leaving your hometown to the overdue bills, you had allot on your plate. Something, an obviously rich man such as himself, wouldn't understand.

Hvitserk licked his bottom lip as his stare fell to your own which were slightly red from your now fading lipstick.

"Hitting on service girls as usual, huh brother? I suppose another birthday hasn't changed that old habit." Ivar's voice interrupted your uncomfortable moment. "Well, they do say old habits die hard." He chuckled.

Hvitserk rolled his eyes as he gently let go of your chin. Ivar smugly informed his brother that it was time for the ceremonial toast. As Hvitserk walked towards the main table, you followed, not far behind Ivar. Acknowledging your presence, he looked over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised in a condescending manner.

"Well, Y/N, I must say that you surprise me. I would have never have guessed someone as timid as you, likes to be low-hanging fruit."

"Excuse me?" You looked at him with a confused expression.

You had no clue what he eluding to but knew is that it was most likely an insult. After all, that's all he seemed to direct at you.

"Low-hanging fruit!" Ivar repeated slowly with a grin. "Do you flirt or go home with patrons often?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. Whatever Ivar was insinuating, you did not appreciate it. You had never so much as given a patron your number let alone bedded one. Not that you judged those who did. You knew lots of your co-workers did but you always kept things professional no matter who flirted.

Besides, your Aunt warned you that nightclubs were not a place to find a good relationship. Ivar could tell his words had gotten under your skin because he began to snicker. He looked at you with satisfaction before he continued on towards the main table. No! You just weren't going to allow him to insult you and not at least defend yourself. You quickly caught up with Ivar and stood in front of him, nervous, but determined.

"I would like you to know that I, in fact, do not flirt or go home with patrons." Your voice was wavering but you pushed on. "So...I don't appreciate you implying that I do. I'm nobody's low-hanging fruit!"

With that said, you stomped off to the head table ahead of Ivar. Despite him laughing, you at least you made yourself heard.

When you arrived, Ingrid, the blonde that had been all over Ivar most of the night, rolled her eyes. She made a beeline for him and handed him a shot glass. With everyone in place and Hvitserk at his father Ragnar's side, the toast began.

Naturally, Ragnar was first to speak followed by his brother called Rollo and other respected people. You thought the speeches by the men with tattooed faces were the best cause they were pretty hilarious. You could really tell that the two of them knew how to work a crowd. Hvitserk’s brothers all spoke after his mother Aslaug, who made a point to mention how many sons she had several times. You noticed that Lagertha, the lady you had spoken with earlier in the night, was not fond of Aslaug at all.

Of all the speeches, Ivar's surprised you the most because it was actually kind and heartfelt. Since he had been nothing but a holy terror from the moment you met him, it was quite odd to witness. From the corner of your eye, you watched Lagertha take position next to Ragnar and wrap her arm around this waist as the speeches went on. He pulled her close as the two of them watched Hvitserk make the final remarks.

"This has been a really awesome night. I thank everyone for coming out." He turned to a man standing with Floki. "Let’s not forget to thank Aethelwulf Wessex and his clan for coming to celebrate with us.” To which the nicely dressed man man nodded. Hvitserk paused a moment in contemplation.

"You know, our father has always taught us that nothing is more important than family. The older I get, I understand. You have all made this day a truly great memory. Skål!” (Danish: Good Health/Cheers)

“Skål!” The crowd roared.

Hvitserk raised his shot glass and everyone in the hall took his lead.

"Now let's get shitfaced!" Ubbe yelled.

Everyone drank their shots with the exception of you. You were hesitant. Despite wanting to toast, you had always hated strong liquor and the tequila you were holding smelled awful. It reminded you of gasoline or the paint thinner you used for your oil paints.

Abruptly, you felt an arm wrap around your neck. It was Ubbe.

"Are you going to just nurse it or are you going to drink it?" He asked with his lips only inches from your cheek.

“What is with these people and personal space?" You wondered as you smiled at him.

Before you even had a chance to speak, Hvitserk was suddenly in front of you again and looking at the shot glass in your hand. Ubbe let go of you as you his younger brother scowled at him. An exchange you didn't catch.

"Y/N, you didn't drink to my health?" Hvitserk asked sounding like a spoiled child.

You were going to tell them about your hatred of strong drinks but decided against it. You simply said that you had never tasted tequila before but would drink it out if respect for their tradition.

"To your health Hvitserk."

You salted the back of your hand as you had seen tons of patrons do and braced yourself for the wretched taste. As expected it was horrific. You snatched a lime wedge from the platter and sucked it hoping the bitterness would overpower the atrociousness of the tequila. Hvitserk, Ubbe and a newly arrived Sigurd laughed at you as you shook you head in disgust.

It was indeed gross but you got warm all over in less than a minute. It might have been nasty going down but you felt pretty good. Hvitserk gave you a horn of mead. It was an intricate commemorative one celebrating his birthday and heritage. Just like the one you snatched from Alfred.

"Oh no! Poor Alfred!" You blurted out to the amusment of a drunk Ubbe.

He laughed so hard that he almost spit out some of his mead. You handed the horn of mead to Sigurd and asked him to hold for you.

"Huh? What’s going on now?" A perplexed Sigurd asked as he gulped down some cocktail.

"I need to speak to him." You said as you craned your neck trying to find Alfred. "Oooh, I think I see him." You pointed.

Hvitserk was a bit annoyed but tried his best to seem indifferent.

"Why do you wish to speak with him?" He asked.

"I just remembered that I never apologized to him." You said heading off towards the brunette with the angelic face.

Hvitserk watched you leave despite wanting to ask if you would return. Ubbe could read his brother’s body language and so whispered something to him. Whatever he said made both he and Hvitserk laugh.

It didn't take long for you to arrive in front of Alfred who was seated and in deep conversation with another handsome brunette. When you touched his shoulder to get his attention, he looked up and immediately put on a kind smile.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt you both." You said looking to the man next to him.

"No worries Y/N." Alfred said patting the area next to him in the booth.

You hesitated a moment. Noticing your reluctance, Alfred assured you it was perfectly fine.

"Besides, my Godfather knows your boss very well. You won't get in trouble for sitting while on duty. Trust me." He gave you a boyish grin. "Consider it a request."

Since he had reassured you that you were not taking a risk, you took a seat next to him. Pointing to the man next him, Alfred informed you that it was his half-brother Aethelred.

"Nice to meet you...." Aethelred leaned closer and shook your hand.

Before you could tell Aethelred your name, Alfred did it for you. He kept looking at you so kindly that you almost forgot why you had wanted to speak with him in the first place.

"Oh, I before I forget why I came over in the first place..." You said feeling the tequila very well now. "I wanted to apologize for snatching your drink earlier." You shrugged a bit embarrassed by your actions. "I have the commemorative horn in the break room. I'll go get it and return..."

Both of the brothers burst into laughter since your words made them recall what you did to Ivar earlier.

"No Y/N. You keep it. Think of it as a consolation prize for putting up with our clan tonight." An amused Alfred said.

"Are you sure? I mean it's so expensive looking." You stated making sure he was aware of what he was saying.

Aethelred confirmed that the commemorative horns were indeed expensive and crafted with silver and ivory.

"The more reason to keep it Y/N." Alfred added. "They were made in the old country. You won't see such craftsmanship like that anywhere else."

You nodded your head and swiftly took the opportunity to ask where exactly the "old country" was. Especially since the origin of their accents had been bugging you all night. Now, you could finally get an answer to the mystery.

"Denmark. But we also have lineage across Norway, Sweden, Iceland and Poland." Alfred replied as he moved some of his long brown hair behind his ear. "I think you would love the Blue Lagoon in Iceland. You seem like the spa treatment type."

"Me?" You were a bit flabbergasted at his statement because you hadn't even seen the inside of a proper hair salon in years.

You shook your head shyly. Though, you did admit that you hoped to travel to see the museums of the countries he mentioned along with The Louvre in Paris. Aethelred nodded and informed you they had both been to The Louvre, many times in fact.

"Wow! I'm so jealous." You said with liveliness.

"You seem to be interested in Art Y/N. Or am I mistaken?" An intrigued Alfred asked with a dimpled smile.

You nodded with enthusiasm and informed him that you adored all mediums of the Arts and spent a great deal of your free time at the local museum.

"Since you love art so much, is it safe to assume you've heard about the private exhibit and auction at the Heritage Centre?"

Alfred's question was like a twist of a knife. You definelty knew all about the event but there was no way you would ever be able to attend. Basically, you didn't know anyone of high caliber to get an invite and weren't wealthy enough purchase tickets.

"Yeah. But that’s for celebs and people like that. I guess I'll have to keep admiring Tata Vega's work online."

"Or, you could just attend with me." A very straightforward Alfred replied.

Your eyes widened at his invitation. Was this guy serious? The thought of being in the same room with your favorite Artist was too much. You could barely contain your eagerness and said yes before you could stop yourself. You didn't typically go places with practical strangers but this was Tata Vega!

Alfred relished in your excitement and said he was happy to see someone appreciate Art as much as he did. He reached into the inner pocket if his black blazer and pulled out a silver card case. He opened it and took out a sleek looking metal business card and handed it to you. You gleefully thanked him to which he only smiled.

Standing up, you acknowledged Aethelred again and informed them both you needed to get back to work.

"Just don't misplace that."

Those were Alfred's parting words to you. To be on the safe side, you placed the card in the zippered portion of your apron and gave it a secure pat. As you went to fetch some pints of beer, you felt like the whole miserable night had been worth it. You were beyond excited.

You returned from the main bar quickly and served the last-call pints to Lagertha, Torvi, Floki and the rest if their table. When you glanced at your watch, you were pleased to see it was 4:01am.

“It’s over!” You said to yourself with relief.

As you were taking shot glasses away on a tray, Sigurd made his way to you.

"I am still in possession of your mead, my dear." He said with a drunkard's smile.

"You must have had a great conversation with our cousin. So much so you forgot all about your drink." Ubbe's voice entered your right ear as he leaned over your shoulder from behind.

"Was it that interesting?" He questioned with inquisitive eyes.

You looked up at Ubbe who seemed to practically tower over you. He had an odd grin that conveyed that he knew something that you didn't. It was a very devious smile to say the least.

“I suppose so.” You replied.

"That matters not. It only matters that she has returned, right brother?" Sigurd quipped.

"Agreed. So, let's just put this down..." Ubbe said taking the tray of shot glasses from you and putting it aside. "And enjoy the last round."

With that, Sigurd handed the horn of mead back to you. Despite your attempts, the two brothers refused to listen when you kept insisting that you had to finish your shift. To your relief, you noticed your boss, Frankie, approach. Perhaps he could make them understand that you needed to do your job since you weren't getting through.

"There you are Y/N.” Frankie said as he slapped Ubbe and Sigurd on their shoulders. “I got good news. You and Folaki are done for the night. The two of you are free to leave."

"Done? But we have to help shut down."

"Not tonight, you don’t.” Frankie leaned in and whispered. "Seems that Mr. Lothbrok liked the job the two of you did. He added proudly. "So look at this early dismissal as a reward on his behalf."

Sigurd grinned at you like the Cheshire cat once Frankie left the three of you alone.

"See." A vindicated Ubbe boasted. "I told you that you can drink with us.” Ubbe pointed towards the head table. "Folaki got into the spirit of things right away."

You looked at where he was pointing and spotted your coworker and friend laughing it up with Floki, Bjorn, the Finehairs, Ivar and others. Ivar? Laughing and actually having what appeared to be normal human interaction? It was quite the sight to behold.

"What the hell? Is she some kind of whisperer or what?" You pondered in surprise.

How else could you explain her ability to tame such a vicious person as Ivar? As you watched them having fun, Sigurd's hand slipped around your waist causing you to jump.

"Don't worry, I'm just being a gentleman." He said with a grin.

He gently led you towards the others as Ubbe walked alongside the two of you. As the three of you made it to the head table, Sigurd eased you next to a now lively Hvitserk.

"Bullshit! I don't believe it!" He said to an amused Bjorn. "I want to see for myself."

"Me too." Ivar chimed in after him. "It's impossible!"

"I agree babe.” Ingrid piggybacked his statement as she wrapped her arms around Ivar's neck.

You, Ubbe and Sigurd were completely lost. The three of you had no clue what they were all loudly disagreeing about until Bjorn killed the rest of his mead. He put the mug down with a thud and shrugged.

“Fine! I will take you guys so I can prove I'm not making it up.” He looked around with genuine shock. "I can't believe none of you have heard of her before. Delilah is famous for her Ping-pong act."

"Ping-pong act?" You turned to Hvitserk.

"Yeah. He claims this stripper ejects Ping-pong balls out of her vagina." He answered very loudly sending Sigurd and Ubbe into fits of laughter.

You sort of regretted asking and shyly sipped the mead Sigurd had given back to you. Folaki, who was seated in-between Ivar and Bjorn, acknowledged your presence. She shouted to you that Bjorn had invited the two of you back to he and Ubbe's, for an after-party.

"After-party? But it's 4:00 am!" You responded before you could stop yourself.

"Okay, mother." Floki said with a chuckle making everyone laugh at your reply.

"I told you she would say something along those lines." Ivar sneered to Folaki totally ignoring you.

Folaki rushed over to you and whispered.

"Please come Y/N. It'll be allot of fun. Besides, you stay home too damn much."

You thought about her advice a moment and realized she was right. But you didn't feel too comfortable going to a stranger’s house, regardless of how nice they were.

"Yeah. But we don't even know them like that." You replied.

Folaki rolled her eyes at your assertion.

"Ugh! I keep forgetting how sheltered you are." She giggled. "Come tonight and I'll fill you in on the Lothbroks over coffee. Hanging with them is a huge step-up in life Y/N. Like for real." Folaki looked at you with eagerness.

"Fine." You agreed unenthusiastically.

Delighted that you had given in, Folaki hugged you and rushed back to speak to Bjorn. You watched her with apprehension still not convinced you would have fun with Ivar and his bitch around.

"So, you're coming?" Hvitserk turned to you as Sigurd also waited for your answer.

"Uh...um, yeah. She convinced me." You said still a bit indifferent.

"What is it, daydreamer? Hvitserk impishly said, leaning down near your cheek. "Wish you were speaking to Alfred instead of me?"

His bit his bottom lip in a very suggestive manner and eyed you as if you were a forbidden dish. At least that's how it appeared to you. Nevertheless, you persuaded yourself that you were seeing things. You never really had men ogle you before so you chalked it up to the alcohol.

"I....um...I gotta do something real quick."

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Before Hvitserk could stop you, you rushed to the exit. You made your way past some departing patrons and clean-up crew, straight to the employee break room. Leaning against your locker, you sighed heavily. One thing was certain, you had to stay away from Hvitserk's drunk flirtation. He had been drinking heavily and would most likely not even remember your name after some sleep.

As you were deep in thought, Jason barged in swearing that he was going to blow up Misty's car. She was a coworker who always managed to get "cramps “at the most opportune times.

"That girl is a joke! Tell me why we're in the midst of shutting down and all of a sudden, her pain level mysteriously rises?" Jason fumed as he explained what happened. "Tell you what! I'm going to start tracking her period and prove she's nothing but a fraud." He added slamming his locker after locating his vape pen.

You laughed and gave him a comforting hug. You knew exactly where he was coming from. All of you had dealt with Misty's bullshit one time or another so you totally understood his rage. She was an amazing server and hostess but hated to do things that she considered "menial tasks"

“Don’t let her ruin your night. Besides, Frankie’s been on to her lately.”

"Let me get back out there before she leaves." He cocked his head with confidence. "She can go home early tonight but two can play her game. I'm not gonna give her the schedule adjustment she asked for!"

With that, Jason left you in the break room. You opened you locker, grabbed your purse and shoved a makeup pouch inside. Wanting to refresh yourself, you used the mirror on the inside of the locker to reapply your powder, lip liner and lipstick. As you were looking down to put the MAC lipstick back, you felt a pair of hand wrap around your waist. The cologne was unmistakably familiar since you had smelled it all night.

You looked up into the mirror to see your reflection and Hvitserk's. He was looking down at your body so he didn't even notice your stunned expression.

"You…you can't be in here!" You protested as he pulled you closer to him.

"Why not Y/N?"

Hvitserk asked tenderly with his lips against the back of your neck. His warm breath tickling your skin as he spoke. Before you could do or say anything else you felt the warm, wet sensation of his lips on your flesh. He pecked you at first but then, he tilted your head gently to the side exposing more of your neck.

Hvitserk straightaway began licking and sucking the side of your neck. It was something he had been dying to do all night. You almost lost your balance because your knees went weak with the sensation his tongue and lips were providing. Your neck had always been a very sensitive part of your body and he was making your eyes close with pleasure against your better judgment.

Even when you tried to speak up, all that left your lips was a hushed gasp. Seeing that words were failing you, you tried to free yourself from his firm grip around your waist. As you tried to do so with both hands, he paused briefly to whisper in your ear.

"Stop med at løbe fra mig, dagdrømmer." (Danish: Stop running from me, daydreamer.) He hummed in his native tongue.

He used the hand that had initially been tilting your head to the side to restrict your two hands. Since Hvitserk was quite strong, he had you trapped where he wanted. His breath, lips and tongue continued making you feel things you hadn't in a long time. Even though you were thoroughly enjoying it all, you knew he was drunk. You also recognized that he was probably horny due to all drinks he had been downing. As much as you hated to admit it, Ivar was most likely right about the easy target thing.

As you wriggled to free yourself, you were relieved when the loud and obnoxious voices your co-workers made him stop your little make-out session. They hadn't entered the locker room yet so you had time to compose yourself before one of them would walk in and assume the worst.

Hvitserk didn't budge and seemed indifferent about being caught in a restricted area. He watched you with a pleased expression as you arranged your purse items in an attempt to look busy.

Manny, one if the bartenders, walked in and you braced yourself for a barrage of questions. Oddly though, he didn't even flinch when he saw a non-employee with you. He casually greeted Hvitserk and grabbed a pack of cigarettes before leaving. You exhaled in relief.

"Get out! You need to leave before you get me in trouble. Please." You commanded.

"If you insist." Hvitserk said as he walked backwards. “I’ll see you at the after party." He added with a wink.

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In the Uber with Folaki, you were as tense as a cat about to receive a bath. The two of you had decided to leave your vehicles at work since you planned on drinking. At least Folaki did. She pretty much forced you to go along with the plan.

"Will you relax? Sheesh!" Folaki laughed at your expression. "You look like we're going to a beheading."

You couldn't contain your thoughts to yourself any longer.

"He kissed me." You blurted out.

Folaki stopped texting and grinned at you with astonishment.

"Well...not technically a kiss... it wasn't on the mouth. More like on the neck and stuff. He caught me off guard and--."

"Wait." Folaki interrupted to slow you down. "Who?”

"That Hvitserk guy."

"Oh wow. You got a Lothbrok trying to get with you? That's quite an achievement." Folaki said as she elbowed you.

"No, it's not. He just wants some drunk sex.” You protested. "And what's so great about the Lothbroks anyway?"

Folaki’s eyes got large as she looked at you like you had said something insane.

"Gee, I don't know......for starters, they're all fine as fuck."

She motioned like she was zipping her lips shut and added that the rest would have to be explained face-to-face.

"Like I said, we'll talk over some coffee."

"Why not now?" You asked a bit confused.

Folaki pointed to the Uber driver and repeated that she would fill you in privately. You weren't sure why there was a need for secrecy but relented.

"Oh, by the way, Frankie said we got paid big time? She emphasized her statement by doing the money motion with her fingers. “Three grand for each of us."

She began dancing around happily to the song on the radio in celebration.

"Three thousand dollar? You exclaimed happy and stunned by the news.

It was an insane amount of money. The tip was basically your entire paycheck in one night. Definitely more than enough to catch up on your student loan and still have some money left over.

"Whoa! Who can afford to throw money around like that? They must be richer than I thought."

"Try wealthy as hell. Rich comes and goes baby. Wealth is forever. Folaki said sipping her Corona.

You felt tranquil knowing your bills were no longer a standing issue. Perhaps you could allow yourself to have some fun at the party after-all. Still, you were determined to not be "low hanging fruit".

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The Uber driver was just as impressed with the beach-side estate as you and Folaki were when he pulled up to the gate.

Folaki, who was seated into the back with you, leaned out the window and pressed the security touch screen. A voice boomed over the intercom with music blaring in the background.

"I see you guys. I'll buzz you in." Ubbe's voice came over the device before your friend could say anything.

The driver pulled into the large driveway full of cars and went around large fountain to park.

"Damn! They are living the life aren't they Y/N?" A psyched Folaki said as the two of you exited the Uber.

"You're not kidding." You said in awe. You then turned to the driver as he began to back up in order to leave. "Thanks for the ride."

The stunned driver waved to you as he drove away still admiring the residence.

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When you rang the doorbell, Ingrid, the blonde that had been eyeing you all night, answered. She had changed into a blue bikini top and jeans but still had the same arrogant expression on her face. She smiled at Folaki but lost the pleasantries when she turned to you. Ingrid looked you up and down as she let the two of you in.

"Thank you." You managed to say despite her rude behavior.

"Whatever." Ingrid replied and instantly began ignoring you again. “Most of the party is outside but there are people in the main living room too." She said directing the dialogue to Folaki.

The two of you followed Ingrid but were admiring the house and decor at the same time. Bjorn was the first to spot you guys when you entered the living room that led to the backyard pool area. He rushed past some people with a beer in hand and before you could even greet him, he swooped Folaki over his shoulder one handed.

She laughed and begged him to let her down but he refused.

"Feel free to mingle Y/N, I'm taking her to meet some friend of mine." An energetic Bjorn said he carried your friend outside.

Since Ingrid had already walked away, you were standing all alone. It was a bit awkward because you didn't see anyone you recognized. You wandered around until you eventually found yourself in the kitchen. Boy was it massive. Thankfully, it was empty and boasted numerous types of alcohol, mixers and beverages on the island. You could also see various beer brands in the see-through fridge.

You helped yourself to a Heineken since the opener was on the counter. It wasn't the fanciest of beverages but it was one you knew you could handle at least. As you drank, you watched the partiers by the pool through the massive arched window. It wasn’t long before you heard some shuffling of feet behind you. You turned to see who it was and there stood Ivar leaning on his crutch and gazing at you.

“Just, great!” You thought.

Since you were in no mood for another round of insults, you turned your attention back to the window.

"Passive-Aggressive. Can't say I'm surprised. You seem like the type." Ivar said.

You could hear him walk closer to you and stop by your side. Determined to not respond, you fixated your eyes on the action outdoors. Despite you ignoring him, he continued on.

"I bet you always try to please everyone even though no one appreciates it."

You became very irritated and clenched your jaw. Not just because you found him insufferable but because he was actually correct. Despite this fact, you wanted him to leave you alone.

"That's why you get nervous around people. You hide from people so much that you don't know how to behave when you're forced to interact socially." Ivar added. "Do you want to know how I know this?"

"Not really." You replied in a cold manner.

Ivar smiled and sipped some of the iced liquor he had in his glass.

"You're so easy to read Y/N. I can see right through you." He chuckled as he crinkled his nose and brows.

"Look, if you're going to start insulting me again, then...." You were at a loss for what to say next and pursed your lips in frustration.

Ivar was quite amused by your expression and laughed.

"See. You just proved point Y/N. He smiled. "You truly are entertaining.” He smiled and leaned closer to you. “Min skæve mus.” (Danish: My timid mouse)

You had no idea what the hell he called you in his native tongue but you didn’t care. You were totally fed up with his nonsense and definitely had your fill for one night. At the club, you had to put up with his bullshit because he was a patron. But not here. This was a party and you were not going to spend it near him another minute.

You turned to leave as Ivar continued gloating.

However, his smile quickly changed to a grimace as pain shot through his body. He audibly gasped which caused you to turn around. As you watched, you noted that he was looking at the ground and moving very slowly towards the island. Certainly not his usual body language despite being on a crutch.

“Ivar?”

He didn’t reply but instead tried to place the glass in his hand on the counter. The ice clanked together as his hand trembled violently. He lost his grasp on it, and the sound of shattering glass echoed in the kitchen.

“Ivar!” You hurried to his side. “Say something.”

Still he said nothing. But he didn’t need to. When he looked at you, you could see the pain in his blue eyes. It must have been very bad to say the least because he seemed unable to say anything to you. You were quite alarmed at was happening to him. You patted the back of his hand that was griping the island in hopes of offering some comfort.

“I’ll go find one of your brothers.”

Before you could leave his side however, Ivar grabbed your wrist with some force. It wasn’t intentional. It was only due to the extreme amount of agony he was in. Letting go of your wrist, he motioned for you to come closer to his side. Once you had done so, he placed his arm around your shoulder for support and began walking with you.

“Take….take me to my room.” He grunted in-between the bouts of pain. “My stuff is there.”

You nodded as the two of you left the kitchen. You had to let him stop time-to-time due to the discomfort but eventually, with his instruction, you made it to the room. You carefully set him down on the bed as you waited for him to tell you what to do. Throwing his crutch to the ground, Ivar pointed to a large Louis Vuitton duffle. When you unzipped it, you realized it was full of medical supplies. Gauze pads, bandages, antiseptic, alcohol swabs and things of that nature.

Carefully, you listened to his directions about what items were needed and gathered them all. Once you had finished, you laid everything beside him on the bed and knelt down on the floor by his legs. Looking up at Ivar with concern, you waited for him to tell you what to do next.

“You……you can go…..now.” He said with a contorted expression and labored breathing. “I’ll……do it myself.”

You were dumbfounded. There was no way that someone in as much pain as he was in, was going to be able nurse himself.

“What? That’s crazy!” You said with worry. “Let me at least get that girl…..your girlfriend, to help you.”

Despite being in pain, Ivar slightly chuckled and shook his head. He was really in agony and you could see the sweat forming on his forehead.

“She…doesn’t like...medical things.” He said as he grabbed a pair of disposable gloves and a medical mask. “It’s okay. I….I know what to do.” He winced.

“Fine! I won’t get her but I’m not leaving. You said firmly. “I’ll do it for you.”

Before Ivar could reject your offer, you grabbed another mask and put it on, you also snatched the gloves out of his hand. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but stopped himself.

“Okay. Just tell me what to do one step at a time.” You said.

Putting on a mask as well, Ivar looked at you with hesitation but reluctantly removed the hard brace on his right leg. Since he was wearing basketball shorts, it was easy to access his leg properly. Gently, you unwound the bandages as he watched you quietly only making noise when he felt some discomfort. He was mainly quiet because he wasn’t sure how you were going to react to his numerous scars. Despite your touch being very gentle, he was beginning to regret allowing you to see something only a handful of people had seen.

Once you had disposed of the last of the old bandages, you finally saw the extent of his issue. From what you could tell, he had been through countless surgeries due to the amount of scars. Many went further up towards his upper thigh. In front of you now was a recent operation because you could see bolts on each side of his knee and fresh sutures.

“Okay, I’m listening.” You said.

It didn’t take long for you to clean, treat and reapply his bandages as he talked you through the process. As you worked cautiously, Ivar couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time. When you had fastened the last of the new bandage, you lightly patted Ivar’s foot to let him know you were done. He removed his mask and balled it up in his hand without saying anything.

When you stood up and looked down at him, you were very surprised by his expression. He was looking at you in an oddly serene manner.

“I think the topical painkiller will kick in soon enough.” You said removing your mask. “If you hadn’t been drinking, you would have been able to take your Vicodin.” You slightly giggled sitting on the bed next to him.

You hesitated a moment, unsure about touching him as he sat in silence, but then began rubbing his back.

“Are you starting to feel better now?” You asked as you continued rubbing his back in the same manner your dad often did when you weren’t feeling well.

It was something that you were good at. Comforting people and making them feel better even in the worst of situations. Your parents had always praised you about that, if nothing else. You felt Ivar’s forehead with the back of your hand as he eyed you guardedly.

“Well, there’s no fever. That’s a good sign.” You smiled warmly and stroked his cheek “So quiet all of a sudden? You smiled. “Guess you’re not a roaring lion all the time, huh?”

You stood up and began gathering all the wrappers when suddenly the door to the room flung open. Ubbe and Hvitserk entered with drinks in hand. Ubbe looked at Ivar and then to you with an inquisitive expression. That was until he saw the wrappers and such you were placing in a medical waste bag.

“The pain again? Ubbe asked Ivar.

“Yes. I was going to take care of it myself but…well…Y/N insisted on helping.”

Hvitserk sauntered over to you once you stood up and wrapped his arm around your waist. You had your guard up instantly because of what Ivar had said back at the club. His “low-hanging fruit” comment was stuck in the back of your mind. “I was worried that you had left the party early.” He said. “Thanks for taking care of Ivar.” Hvitserk removed his hand from your waist and took you by the hand. “Come on. I want you to show you something.”

“Feel better Ivar.” You shouted as Hvitserk wasted not time in dragging you from the room.

Ivar sat in silence on the bed avoiding eye contact with Ubbe. He hated how his older brother pried into everything and was always getting in his head.

“Are you alright, brother?”

“Of course I am alright! Why wouldn’t I be? An irritated Ivar snapped. “As I have told you before, one mother is enough.”

“I know. Just trying to show some concern for my little brother. Ubbe said as looked at his drink and then Ivar. “So, anything you want to tell me?”

Since Ivar knew what his brother was driving at, he ignored him. Ubbe titled his head and studied Ivar a few moments before speaking again.

“Well, I will be by the pool if you need me. I Hope you can join the party again.”

Ivar was clenching his jaw but Ubbe couldn’t see it since he was already near the bedroom door. When Ivar didn’t respond, he left him to be alone with his thoughts.

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When Hvitserk finally dragged you to the front driveway, he walked you past some of the parked cars to an area full of balloons on the ground. Your eyes nearly jumped out of your head when you spotted the Bugatti.

“My dad got it for me. You want to go for a ride?” He asked as he placed his forehead against yours.

A freakin luxury car! He had just received car that cost more than most people’s homes and yet there he was acting like it was a common occurrence.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Folaki will wonder where I went off to.”

Hvisterk scoffed and informed you that she was in the capable hands of his eldest brother Bjorn. He let go of your hand and spun you into his arms so that you were face-to-face. With your chest pressed firmly against his, you prepared yourself to reject his advances.

“Trust me, I don’t think she’ll be looking for us anytime soon.” He added as he brushed his nose against yours for an Eskimo kiss.

Sensing you tense up, he pulled you in closer and sensually caressed the small of your back with his hands.

“Okay. Time to end this.” You asserted in your mind.

“Do you have to be so close to speak to me. It’s...it’s making me uncomfortable.”

“That’s because you like me.” His blue eyes twinkled with boldness as he responded.

You weren’t surprised by his straightforward assertion. His entire family seemed to be comprised of a bunch of Alpha Males.

“Thanks for making assumptions.” You replied making Hvitserk grin. “Besides you don’t even know if I have a boyfriend.”

“Why would I care? I’m the better option, regardless.”

“That....that’s really arrogant.” You said a bit amused at his confidence.

Before you could speak, you felt Hvitserk’s lips press against yours. He gave you succession of soft, probing kissing that urged you to respond. In-between the pecks, he commanded you in a hushed and irresistible tone.

“Kiss me Y/N.”

Against every bit of logical advice you had given yourself the entire night, you parted your lips and soon found yourself engulfed in one of the most passionate kisses you had ever experienced. His kiss made you feel like you were on fire. You let out little moans that made him kiss you with more urgency. He moved his hands from your waist up to your face and caressed your cheeks with his hands. Breaking the kiss a moment, Hvitserk looked down at you with passion in his eyes. With both of you sensually gasping, you stared at one another.

He rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip and then parted them slightly. Hvitserk then leaned down and licked your lips in one swift motion before pulling you in for more. You wrapped your arms around his neck out of instinct as he moved his hands back down your waist again. The two of you were lost in the fiery embrace until a female voice broke the quiet of the night.

“What the fuck?!”

Hvitserk stopped and you both turned to the direction where the voice came from. There stood a blonde woman with a scowl that could kill.

“Margrethe.” He said a bit startled. “What, are you doing here?”

“Ivar invited me.”

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