#ivar & plus size reader

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Ivar the Boneless x Reader

“I don’t understand how you put up with them.” Ivar told you, clenching his fists.

“I know right.” You replied, smiling. One dinner and they have him gripping his hair.

“They’re lucky you’re their daughter.” He groaned, rolling his eyes. “How can they just speak over you. They don’t even try to listen to you.”

You nodded, crossing her arms. “They’ve always been like that. It’s their way or nothing.”

Ivar tilted his head, his eyes focusing on her. “The person I know doesn’t let anyone push her around.” “Yeah, that’s the one you know outside of this realm of chaos.”

“If only I could let you see what’s inside my mind. It would be so much easier.” She mumbled, looking at the ground. “I-I don’t bother opening up for a reason…well..reasons.”

Ivar exhaled, he was trying to control himself from marching back into her family’s house. They’re gonna pay. I’ll make sure. He swore.

“I’m here for you. Even if you don’t want to talk or if you feel like there’s no words to describe how you feel, my arms are open.” Ivar told her, moving closer to her. She looked up at him.

“I appreciate that.” She smiled softly, grasping his hand. He squeezed her hand, trying to comfort her.

“You can move in with me. I’m sure mother will understand.” Ivar told her, grinning at the idea of living with her.

She thought about it. How? As if my family would ever allow that. She bit her lip. But to finally be away from the continuous conflicts. I could finally be released from the place that once felt like a home.

She sighed. In a another life, maybe.

“I wish. But I feel bad leaving them. As much as I hate…I can’t. I owe it to them.” She mumbled, looking away from him. She didn’t want to see his reaction.

He stared at her. He opened his mouth but closed it. No, I’m not like them. “Okay. When you’re ready or when you want to get away, let me know. I’ll make the arrangements and get you away from them.” She has a choice with me.

She hugged him, surprising him. She wasn’t a hugger. Ivar hugged her back. “Whatever it is, don’t feel guilty about messaging me or calling me.” He mumbled, laying his head on her neck.

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[littlemessyjessi]

Autumnal Activities with the Ragnarssons

Autumn Activities with the Ragnarssons 

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PS Reader

Viking Age 

AFAB Reader

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Bjorn: 

So with Bjorn it's somewhat about an adventure.   He is a curious soul and has the heart of a traveller.  I could easily see him getting a small boat together and planning a small trip for the two of you.  He's been a lot of places and seen a lot of things.   Usually, the places are during raiding season when it's warmer.   However, he has to admit that the autumnal shades paint a pretty picture.   He'd pack the boat up with furs and foods and chart a course for stargazing. Crisp autumn air, snuggling into furs, glittering stars above you, waves gently crashing against the boat.  It's the ultimate vacation.  It's only for about a week or so every year but it is always one of his favorite traditions. 

Ubbe: 

Oh my gods.  So, can we say husband material?  Ubbe gets INTO this.  He's in full nest mode.  The whole house has to completely transform.   And he spends the day at the market on a full shopping extravaganza.  And you are most certainly dragged along.   He's so freaking excited.   He knows what vendors he wants to visit and a pretty good idea of what he's getting.  The man has a list.   The cinnamon scented candles from the beekeeper.  A new tunic for him, a new dress for you.  Both dyed that deep dark red with leaves embroidered on the sleeves. A new breadbowl with a carving of a fox.   A bottle of spiced mead.  Like homeboy goes IN.  And honestly, you love the hell out of him for it. 

Hvitserk: 

Surprisingly, another nester.   Though, it manifests in different ways.    Hvitserk does love his food.  This is nothing new.   We were all aware of this.    So expect weekly trips to the market for new ingredients.   Expect off time spent trying new recipes.  Adventures baking and outdoor cooking.  Home and hearth and full bellies for this son of Ragnar.  Hvitserk is all about the flavors of fall. 

Sigurd: 

Sigurd will wax poetic for you.  Nah, maybe not full on poetry but expect evenings under a tree with the prince.   He'll wrap you in a fur blanket and tuck you against the bark of the trunk and let his fingers strum at the strings of his oud. 

Ivar: 

A chariot ride to see the changing colors of autumn.   He's prepared a picnic feast and you enjoy the scenery.  Eventually,  he surprises you when he takes you to a hillside covered in leaves and suggests rolling through the leaves.   It was the absolute best time. 

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Happy fall ya'll! I hope you're enjoying the autumnal season! 

I hope you liked this and thanks again anon for requesting!

I would love to hear what you thought!

Love, K

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[riverkloss]

Love at First Sight (dark hvits & plus reader)

CHAPTER THREE

Greetings! Here is the long awaited third chapter in Love at First Sight!

❤I owe this one to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for cheering this on and betareading! ❤

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Ivar recalled how many girls he took to bed, but how many he loved was a very different matter. 

Freydis was his first love and his first fuck. She was so fairy-like and light on her feet that she always seemed to be floating on her toes. She had long, gold hair wrapped around her head like a halo. She crushed his heart into a billion fragments and spit in it. Betrayed him and left. 

Katya. He was so struck in a daze when he looked at her across a bar in Saint Petersburg. Dark hair in a bob, but her features uncannily resembled Freydis. Ivar could have sworn that they could have been twins. She wasn't as light as Freydis. Tattoos covered her skin like a canvas, he remembered tracing a bright koi fish in water on her thigh. The high didn't last long with her because she wasn't Freydis. 

There were so many girls over the years, maybe a change was good. He felt like he was ready enough to settle down and have a few baby feet running around. He didn't care how many. He liked the thought of a son. Teaching him how to play chess, honestly anything. He wanted to do right, be something that his father wasn’t for him. His father, Ragnar, loved him; of course, his father loved all his sons but he didn't know what to make of Ivar. He knew of his strengths. Ragnar made Ivar who he was today. 

Hvitserk was just always there. A true brother. And he was doing this for him: standing outside the apartments, patiently waiting as he pressed a second cigarette to his lips and inhaling the nicotine into his lungs, taking glances at the door every so often to see if someone was coming. Lurking outside of an apartment building didn't look that suspicious if it looked like he was waiting on someone. 

When someone finally came out, the doors unlocked for a brief moment. Ivar went inside letting the heavy metal door close behind him. Walking as if he was meant to be there, the lobby was small and smelled like lemon pledge, and the elevator was out of order, making him curse in his head. Fuck it. Cardio right? He knew his leg would be aching. Climbing the stairs was easy enough because she only lived on the second floor. How Hvitserk managed to steal a piece of mail from the mailroom he didn't want to know. 

Apt 32. 

Black bulky numbers on a plain grey-colored door and a long stretch of the hallway with no one in sight. 

One thing about Ivar, he learned to crack a door with a credit card and a bobby pin at a young age. It was easy to pop the door open, and he pushed the door open almost too cockily and smirked peeking inside. 

There was a modern touch, sleek and new. A black and white checkered couch was pressed against the wall and a painting of Marilyn Monroe was hung up above it with an abstract Chanel bottle beside it. The floor was all carpeted in a tan color. 

Ivar took off his shoes, and put them on the shoe rack beside the door, leaving only his socks on to make his rounds around the apartment. 

The living room felt like a showpiece, something that would be in an Instagram post. The kitchen wasn't big and was just as modern as the living room. 

He peeked open the fridge to find it in a disarray of different foods and drinks. He picked up one of the many yogurt drinks; Strawberry Banana looked promising. He opened it with a satisfying crack and took a sip before shutting the fridge to go explore around the small apartment. There was only a small hall with three doors. The bathroom door was wide open with different makeup and hair tools scattered around the sink and counter. 

Ivar thought to himself which door it's the lucky prize, one or two? He picked two and was right on the money. He flipped on the light revealing a very cozy-looking full bed, with a grey and blue plaid bedspread and matching pillowcases and a stuffed animal fox sitting there watching him with stitched button eyes. 

Her room kind of smelled like something warm, like a bakery and coffee. There were shelves of books, too many to count, neatly on shelves and some on her bedside table. She had a small Bluetooth radio, and a flat-screen TV hung up on the wall, a writing desk with stationery galore in its own place, and journals propped in a pile on the very edge of it. Reading into the life of a girl wasn't exactly in Ivar’s plans for today.

Ivar set down the drink on the desk, running his fingertip across the different spines. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and picked up the black one with stickers decorating it. Then he pulled back the elastic strap and flickered through all the pages of sprawled handwriting, some neat, others written frantically with the ink smudged on the paper, and with coffee drips that left a trace of her. 

Ivar fell into her world on the pages. It was something unfiltered, a chaos of the mind, a beautiful frenzy unraveling before his eyes on a single piece of paper. Flipping through page after page, Ivar felt consumed by her words.

More than he should have.

Where does the line end from freedom to loneliness? 

Hvitserk didn't know everything about her as he thought he did. He didn't know her sadness, her loneliness, her deep longing to just feel seen by someone who could fully understand her completely. 

She wanted to be looked at. 

He stepped into her most raw and tender thoughts and on cue, his phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his moment. At the second ring, he looked to see Hvitserk’s name lit up the screen, answering and pressing it to his ear. 

"You're really annoying, you know that?" Ivar snipped, snapping the journal closed and setting it on her desk. 

"You're the one not picking up your phone," Hvitserk grumbled on the other side of the phone. 

He felt his leg ache a little with a stinging feeling for shifting his weight on it longer than he had realized, so he moved to pace across the room. "I'm busy." Ivar’s brow went looking at the wooden dresser and he started to open the drawers until he found what he'd been looking for. 

The soft ones were his favorite. The feel between his fingertips. The panties were cheeky, with blue and pink stripes and a nice little blue bow at the middle - the cherry on top. He plucked the fabric and stuffed it in his pants pocket. He saw some mauve-pink lacy ones with the tags still on and it made his heart race a little. "Goddamn," Ivar whispered.

"What are you doing?" Hvitserk questioned impatiently. 

"Your little girlfriend has quite a collection of underwear," Ivar smirked and felt a shift of rage on the other side of the phone. 

"Get out of her underwear, pervert." 

Ivar chuckled in response deviously. "You said to inspect and observe." 

"Not her panty drawer!" His brother yelled then said in a hushed whisper. "Not her panty drawer." 

There's a pause for a moment.

"Quit staring at me, O'Donnell. I'm on a business call." Hvitserk tells someone on the other side of the phone. There's a deeper voice telling his brother something. 

Ivar can't make out what it is but it sounds mocking. 

"Let me call you back..." The line goes dead as presumably, Hvitserk goes to beat up his coworker. Hvitserk didn't even like the job that much at the loading docks but he wanted to make a decent living. A respectable job. Though he had a bit of money stashed away from their father's estates from having a good job, just not very legal or respectable.

Ivar didn't see the point. In his eyes, it was like playing checkers when he was playing chess. He earned his money fair and square from old chess opponents he played back in the day who still were trying to grapple onto another game to be played. They worked 24/7, married with 2.5 kids. Mostly miserable in their midlife crisis. They always lose. They always have. 

Ivar wanted stability, secretly. Even if he wasn't all stable himself. He would never admit it aloud. And the other half wanted to be better than his father, to seek glory and fame which led to his ruthlessness as a competitor. He won all his games and headed for new opportunities. A blackmailer for the high and mighty. 

Ivar gently shut her dresser drawer. 

He went over to her bed and ran his fingers over the soft blanket before he decided to lay on her bed sinking his head into the pillow. His one hand laid lazily on his stomach looking up to the bare ceiling.

A little quiet for a while.

TagList

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#hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk #marco ilsø #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk x plus size reader #creative writing #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar x reader

[angelltheninth]

Viking Men Coming Home from a Battle

Pairing: Ivar, Ragnar, Rollo, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Harekr x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, reunion, kissing, cuddles, injuries, bragging, size difference, bruises, Reader being lifted up

A/N: Did I watch the whole show and its sequel just because Bradley James appears in it for 5 episodes? No, of course not! That's be crazy, that'd be... ok yes I did.

Ivar is already home before you arrive, sitting on the bed and smiling at you. He beckons you closer, pulling you into his lap as soon as you're within his reach. Sweaty as he may be he's not letting you go without giving you a kiss. There needs to be some time that you spend cuddling in his lap before he's ready to let you go, he's missed you, he's missed how you feel, how your soft lips feel on his rough ones. He needs a reminder.

Ragnar announces his return at the door. He leans against the doorframe and waits for you to run into his loving arms, lifting you up and spinning you around and into a kiss. He takes his time kissing you and running his hands over your body, slowly, paying attention to the way your breath stops and the way you gasp. The house smells nice so he can only assume you've been making food, such a shame because it's about to go cold, he needs to bed his wife first.

Rollo brags heavily about his victories and battles long into the night while holding you against his chest. He's loud, laughing and very animated as he talks to you but as soon as he's done he goes quiet as he melts into your embrace, needing your touch as much as he needed that rush of a new conquest. As his lover you find the two sides of him complementary, giggling at his soft smile when you brush his hair off his forehead and give him a soft kiss as welcome.

Ubbe brings you gifts when he comes home, the biggest being his kiss and smile of course but also new rings and necklaces that he's made for you on his way back. He would love to make love to you tonight but he's too tired from battle, so you'll have to settle for him nuzzling his head against your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair, unraveling his braid while he drifts off to sleep, only managing to give you a few sleepy kisses.

Hvitserk sneaks into the house and embraces you from behind, laughing as you struggle which lets you know that its him. Good thing you realized it because you were just about to kick him between his legs. That'd be painful, plus bad for what he has planned for later. But for now he wants to cup your face and gently press kisses to your cheeks. He's back, and he's not letting you leave his side until he has another battle to go to, he's just missed you so much.

Harekr can't wait to get you into his bed. He's kissing you the second he walks through the door, his hands running over your body, trying to get your clothes off, trying to eliminate any barriers between your bodies before he carries you to bed and makes your body familiar with his again. After the fun is done he can devote some time to his bruises and injuries, you take priority to those any day. If he is bruised up them you need some too, less severe and panful but visible non the less.

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Updates on my requests and other writing stuff!!

I haven't been very active on here (or with my writing) for a while, so I wanted to give people a little update. stuff that i've started writing is in bold letters

Requests

Soap x plus-sized!reader in a coffeeshop AU (requested by @ghostsoapgirl) i love this request so much!!! i've written quite a bit, but need to get around to the smut part :)

Continuation on the Soap x medic!reader series (requested by anon) haven't started on this yet, but once inspiration hits me, i'll continue this series for sure!

Judith x reader fluff (requested by @levithestripper) i promise i haven't forgotten about this! love, love, love judith so i'll try to get around this soon

angsty Harwin Strong x reader (implied cheating, betrayal etc etc, requested by anon) as of now, i have mixed feelings about this one tbh... i don't really know how to get around writing this just because my first thought when thinking of a cheater is homicide, but yk... i'll get there

platonic geralt x anxious!reader (requested by @catgoblinchelly) i love this idea, and especially that it's platonic, but i've barely written three lines :')

Vikings + opinions on modern day christmas things (requested by @demon-of-the-ancient-world) by the time i post this, it'll probably be july, but i love the request!!

Geralt x sorceress!reader with these prompts: "Are you really blind enough to not see the sparkles in her eyes when she’s staring at you?” & “When I’m with you, I almost feel normal.” (requested by anon) as always, i'll probably takke creative liberties with the prompts, but omg this is gonna be so fun to write

Witcher characters x maleficent!reader (requested by anon) love the concept!

Criston Cole fucking Daemon's wife or ex-wife (requested by anon) RAHHH ANON YOUR MIND IS FUCKING GINANTAMOUS LOVE LOVE LOVE UNREALISTIC SMUT SWEEP LET'S GOOO!!!! i also cannot get this image out of my head for some reason 🧍‍♀️

vikings + ivar being a remembered figure in history (requested by anon) i love this as well!! it's such an interesting concept

Stuff that I came up with at 2am and haven't finished

Oneshot: Snowfall; Simon Riley x formerfosterkid!reader (this is getting out of hand)

Oneshost: Affair; John Price x married!reader (john price hottest dom sweep)

Stuff that I've finished but don't really wanna post (idek)

Aegon Targaryen NSFW Alphabet (i was horny i'm sorry)

Corlys Velaryon NSFW Alphabet (no excuses here, he's a GILF)

A bunch of Hand turns Loom drafts that make me want to get a lobotomy)

#guys i am dying pls #at least my skin #eczema skin #also thinking about writing a rhaenicent/daensa reincarnation thing #but no more WIPs for me #i just love lesbians i'm sorry guys

[mrsalwayswrite]

Tagged by @emilyhufflepufftlk & @solinarimoon ❤️ thanks for the tag!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

*cracks knuckles* alright...all the wips? Here we go!

-To Call Forth Love (Ivar x OC)

-Of The Same Stone (Uhtred x OC)

-Say You'll Stay (Wardaddy x OC)

-To Be My Night And My Day (Hvitserk x plus size!reader x Sihtric)

-Temptation (Boss!Sigtryggr x reader)

-building forts (Sigtryggr x reader)

-bonfire (this one is a secret)

-Sigtryggr x reader during the seige of Wintanceaster

-Alfie Solomons x Pianist!reader

-Helen of Troy inspired (vikings)

-dangerous things (Tommy Shelby x reader)

-Dark!Tommy Shelby x OC

-Lead Me Home for @morosemagick challenge! (It's definitely going to be late...sorry)

Ummmm....yeah....that's it for the moment. I've got my list of things I haven't started yet.

Tagging (feel free to ignore): @runnning-outof-time @punkrocknpearls @lilyrachelcassidy @youbloodymadgenius @geekandbooknerd @medievalfangirl

[plus-size-reader]

Devastated

Ivar the Boneless x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2794 words

Warnings: Reader cannot have children. It is covered in very little detail but content may be triggering to some. Read with caution darlings. 

Summary: The reader finds out that she will never bear children, and knows that she must tell her husband, eventually. 

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You were devastated.

In your entire life, you were sure that you’d never been given such bad news.

When you went to visit the Seer, the last thing you expected him to tell you about your future was that you would never be able to have children, and yet, that was just what had happened.

You begged the mighty one to reconsider, to tell you something different, but there was nothing to be done.

The reality was that you would never bear children of your own, not in all your life.

You couldn’t believe it.

Child rearing was incredibly important to you, and your people in general. You should have been able to bear strong, strapping sons to carry on their father’s name and daughters who could hold their own against any warrior.

It was your birthright as a woman, and a Princess of Kattegat, but the seer was very clear. There were no young ones in your future, at least, not any that you would carry on your own as your mother had with you.

It wasn’t going to happen.

By all accounts, you were heartbroken.

Since you were a young child, you had dreamed of becoming a mother to brave children who could bring just as much glory to Kattegat as you and all the others before you had. You owed it to the Gods, but evidently, they had a different plan.

You weren’t to be a mother.

You considered this, and everything else the seer had said as you walked down the path toward the great hall, your feet heavy beneath you. Perhaps, if you made enough offerings to Freya, something would change.

Though, you knew it would never work.

The seer had never been wrong, in all the years you’d lived. If he was ever going to be wrong, you doubted it would be over this in any case.

You couldn’t rightly ignore the facts.

Your body wasn’t fit to carry children, and if your womb couldn't support life, there was nothing you could have ever hoped to do to change that. The most you could do was accept what you knew to be true.

Which was much easier in theory than in practice.

Not only did you have to come to terms with this new reality, but you also had to share the unfortunate news with your husband, who would certainly not take it well.

Every man wanted sons, men whom they could be proud to leave their name to when they were finally called to Valhalla. The idea that you were taking that away from Ivar made you rethink everything.

Would he want to be married to you anymore when he found out? Your marriage was relatively new, and you couldn't blame him if this was something that he simply couldn’t overlook and even worse, what if he was angry?

Ivar wasn’t exactly a joy to be around when he was angry, and you fear what he may do if he blamed you for something like this.

Was it your fault?

Gods, maybe it was.

You weren’t aware that you couldn’t have children before this morning so it wasn’t as if you could have been expected to warn him before your marriage, but now that you knew, was it possible you had done something wrong.

It was really starting to feel as though you were being punished for something, but for what, you were unsure.

Surely you’d done something wrong. Why else would the Gods see fit to take your children away from you before you’d even had a chance to consider having them?

It felt like a cruel joke, one that you could never escape.

The more you thought about it, the more distracted you’d become, and before long, you found yourself entering the mouth of the great hall, where Ivar was already waiting for you.

Of course he was.

Your husband was kind to you, most of the time, when his temper didn’t have a handle on his emotions. You had never found yourself worried about speaking to him, or telling him anything before, but today was different.

Today, you found yourself more willing to go into the woods to fight a bear as Bjorn had done, rather than tell Ivar of the news you’d gotten from the seer on your visit this morning.

It was simply too much to put on one person.

“Well hello my wife, how are you?” Ivar hummed, letting his eyes fall on you in the doorway once he’d decided he was bored of watching Ubbe and Hvitserk try to best one another in an arm wrestle.

They had been going at it for the last hour or so, and it had gotten tedious shortly after that.

Hearing about what you had gotten into today seemed to interest him that much more, especially because you had taken it upon yourself to get out of bed and leave before he’d even opened his eyes.

You didn’t speak at first, instead opting to admire the man you loved in a silent contemplation of how he was feeling today.

If he was already in a sour mood, you weren’t going to dare bring something like this up.

Still, compared to how Ivar acted on his worst days, he seemed rather content today. If nothing else, he was bored, which you couldn’t really fault him for. His mother had more or less kept him here his entire life.

He didn’t voyage away from Kattegat and he never was one for frivolous activities to pass the time.

In any case, if there was ever going to be a good opportunity to have such a sensitive conversation with him, it was now. At least, you had a better chance of him staying calm, rather than getting angry.

“I’m just fine, Ivar, how are you?” you hummed, sitting down beside him as gingerly as you could without disturbing him, though you were more in your head than you’d ever been.

You knew that you should pay attention as he told you about what he’d gotten up to today, not missing the subtle comments he made about you leaving him to wake up on his own, but you couldn’t focus on anything more than the sinking in your gut.

Deep down, you knew that he would blame you.

That it was bad enough that you weren’t as fair or petite as his brother’s wives, and that his father had arranged your marriage, but now, you wouldn't even be able to bear his children for him.

You had been rather fortunate to avoid Ivar’s wrath before now, though you’d seen it pretty frequently, and you could feel that luck running out. You knew that this would upset him, that he would be angry.

You just weren’t sure what you could do about that.

It would be foolish to believe that you could keep this from him forever.

Eventually, he was bound to put the pieces together when you couldn’t get pregnant, and even if he didn’t, the seer was sure to mention it to him at some point.

You could only keep this from him for so long, and if he found out you knew this long before he did, he would punish you for sure.

So, as much as it made your stomach turn, you knew that you only really had one choice.

“What did you do today that was so important?” he questioned, all but snapping in your face to get your attention once he’d finished speaking, only to find you as far away as ever.

Clearly, your head was a million miles away, and while that normally would have frustrated Ivar, he found himself strangely concerned for your wellbeing. Usually, when he spoke, you hung on every word.

Today, it was as if he wasn’t even here.

“I went to visit the seer, about the strange way I’ve been feeling” you shrugged, hoping that wouldn’t bring on any other questions from him.

This was your chance.

All you had to do was tell him.

Though, when you raised your eyes to meet his, you found that same knot in your belly twisted up even more. There was no way that you could tell him, he would never understand.

Still, you knew that at some point, he was sure to pull it out of you. He always did, no matter what it was you tried to keep away.

“Well, what did he tell you?” came his second question, the one you’d been anticipating, and trying to avoid, this entire time.

You did your best not to let the heavy sigh building in your chest escape as you tried to figure out how to word what you had to say, your eyes falling on both Hvitserk and Ubbe across the room.

It was bad enough that you were about to tell Ivar the worst news you’d ever gotten, but now, you had to do it with them within earshot? It was perfect. The entire Ragnarsson clan could hate you at once.

Not that them being here was a completely bad thing.

At least with his brothers in the room, there was less of a chance that Ivar could get so angry with you.

Perhaps they would be a good buffer for you.

In any case, you knew that you had reached the end of your very minimal stalling. If you waited any longer, the more you were sure that Ivar’s peaceful mood and ticking patience would fade.

The longer you waited, the harder it would be.

“There is nothing outrightly wrong” you allowed, doing your best to make him feel better about that, at the very least. It wasn’t a lie, just as much as it wasn’t exactly the truth. You weren’t dying, or seriously ill.

You just weren’t as you thought you were this morning.

“Then why were you away for so long? Surely the seer was able to tell you something” he groaned, bothered that you had been away for so many hours without so much as a warning to him.

After all, you had been missing from his side since before he opened his eyes, something he had never really taken kindly to.

You nodded, sorry that your clear absence had upset him so much before you finally let that sigh fall from your lips.

“Yes, he did, but the news is rather difficult to accept,” you warned, forcing some words out when you found the truth unable to leave your tongue. With every second that passed, you could just feel his patience leaving him.

However, even with all the blatant stalling you were doing, Ivar remained as calm as he could.

It was clear to him that no matter what you said, there was something you were keeping from him. The only question Ivar really had was why?

In all the time that you had been married, he was always kind to you. He took care of you as any husband should and though his temper was a bit harsh at times, he was always careful to be fair and gentle when he spoke to you.

All in all, Ivar thought himself to be a good husband but perhaps he was wrong.

He couldn’t imagine anything that could be so bad that you were so timid to tell him.

“Y/N, what did the seer tell you?” he prompted, shocking you a bit with the use of your name. Ivar never used your name, not if he could help it, always instead opting for ‘wife’ or ‘darling’ if he really wanted something.

It was never Y/N with him.

“I cannot have children, Ivar. Not ever” you finally broke, desperately wishing that you hadn’t said anything to begin with.

You should have been able to do this, and you both knew it.

Still, once you’d finally built up the courage to look, the upset that you expected from Ivar wasn’t anywhere to be seen on his face.

Instead, he wore an expression that was almost confused.

That was what you were so afraid to tell him?

You had come in here after a day of absence, as closed off and cagey as he’d ever seen you in all the time that you’d known him and that was what it was about? He just couldn’t believe that was the thing that you hesitated to share.

Of all the things it could have been, he would have thought that among the first that you could talk with him about if need be.

Not that you could read all of that from his silence and pensive expression.

From where you were sitting, you were even further convinced that he was about to tell you that he couldn’t be married to someone that couldn’t give him children, and that you would be on your own once again.

News that you couldn’t have been more unwilling to hear.

While your marriage to Ivar had been his mother’s idea in the beginning, you had begun to really care for him in the time you’d been married. Separating from him was sure to break your heart.

No matter the circumstances.

“And you’re upset by that?” he hummed, after a few seconds of silence between the two of you, a casual question that seemed so out of place in such a serious, tense conversation.

It was so strange.

He truly seemed as if he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

Though, you were talking to a man who had never truly been sure children were in his future to begin with. Not to mention the fact that even if he knew he was physically able, Ivar didn’t know how he felt about fathering offspring.

After all, if they had to live life anything like he did, he wasn’t sure it was worth it.

So, the idea that you couldn’t bear his children didn’t bother Ivar as much as you’d been expecting. Something that would have made you feel better, had you not been heartbroken over it.

You wanted to have children, all your life, so now knowing that you couldn’t, it felt as if something you’d never even had, had been stolen from you.

“Of course I’m upset, Ivar. Are you not?” you sighed, shocked at how this conversation had so drastically changed from what you’d been expecting. All this time, you thought your husband would be the most affected by this.

All the while, he remained almost entirely unphased by the news that you were barren.

It was almost insulting.

“Did you really expect to have children when we married, anyway?” he asked, his question giving you pause for a moment.

You supposed you’d never really thought about it before.

He had a point.

There was never any real guarantee that you were going to be a mother with him in any case, a fact that hadn’t even been important enough to cross your mind when you were getting married.

“I never thought much about it” you allowed, your eyes once again sinking to the floor as you thought about everything that had somehow changed, in the matter of a few hours.

It was hard not to feel as if your body had betrayed your trust, taking away something you had always thought to be promised.

You were upset, and rightfully so.

Ivar may not have ever considered himself a father, in any capacity, but that didn’t mean that your upset was any less real. He’d had his entire life to come to terms with this, whereas you’d only known for a day.

Of course it bothered you, and even if he didn’t really get why you were allowing something like this to get to you so much, he could recognize that you were hurting.

...and what kind of husband would he be if he left his grieving wife to her own devices.

“I understand that you are distressed by the seer’s news, but I promise you, it changes nothing between us” Ivar assured, his fingers brushing over the top of your hand as he held it between you.

It wasn’t the most comforting gesture outside of this moment, a simple hand holding as it were, but coming from Ivar, it made all the difference in the world.

As desperate as you were to change the state of your body, and as much as you wished it wasn’t the way it was, you knew that nothing could be done.

All you could do now was move on as best you could, and perhaps, sometime down the line, the gods may gift you with a child that you could care for. 

Even if such a child wasn’t of Ivar’s and your own.

At least, until then, you had Ivar by your side.

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[castielsangelsx]

Oh My (Ivar x Christian!Reader)

A.N: done for @maggiescarborough​‘s follower celebration writing challenge!! Hope its okay, just getting back into the gears of writing. following the prompt: character gets hurt

Summary: despite your tense arranged relationship with Ivar, his injury did not prevent you from showing affection which even brings you two closer. 

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It all was a rush. With anxious sweaty palms, you stood by the calamity as the raid just outside the hall threatened your safety. You stood amongst the other Viking women who tended to the wounded and cared for the shield maiden’s children as they fought for Kattegat.

You rarely had the chance in England to work in the ways of war. Yet, your title as Queen of Kattegat pushed you headfirst in the battle. There was no time for hesitation as you continued to press into the wound of a Viking, whose beard was stained with blood. Which was becoming an all too familiar sight.

The cheers of victory soon rang through the hall and onto the relieved expressions of the women around you. It was a mutual appreciation for peace that meant we had won. With a thankful smile, the anxiety and worry you had for your husband grew. Rubbing your bloody hands onto your dress before getting up off the floor. The man clutched his arm and gave you a thankful but hesitant smile and nod as you got up off the floor from your kneeling position.

Your marriage is but only a few months old, which meant the romance you had expected to have grow was all but a nightly dream. But that didn't cause you to worry any less, as he was still the man who ensured your safety and place by his side.

"Has Ivar returned?" You asked one of the thralls who attended a man whose chest required stitches. She shook her head, but before she could even answer you, Hvitserk appears at the doorway, grasping onto Ivar, as Ivar's arm is latched on him for support. You rush over to him in pure worry and concern, noticing the giant gash running from his cheek to the side of his mouth, his left eye bloodshot, and a large bloodstain at his stomach. Which you assumed was not his own blood.

"Oh my." He almost looks ashamed. The gash looked painful, and that's all you could think about. How much he was in pain. You grab onto the other side of Ivar to support him. Ivar lets you help him, but he doesn't say anything to you.

"Help me take him to our quarters," you instruct Hvitserk. Hvitserk does so without question. Noticing the exhaustion on Hvitserks frame, you assist him onto your shared bed before you smile at Hvitserk warmly. "Thank you." You grab onto his elbow and nod. "Go rest," Hvitserk does as you say and gives you a smile before he heads off. Thralls rush in with bowls of warm water and cloth, herbal smells begin to emanate in the room.

"Are you in pain, Ivar?" You ask, examining his face closer. He doesn't say anything to you. You ignore it and don't let it affect your feeling of concern. Rinsing the cloth with the herbal water, you use your free hand to softly hold his chin as you dab the cloth softly onto the scar. He flinches and hisses, almost pushing you away in the process.

"Ivar, it's okay, let me clean it, please? It will get infected if I do not clean it."

Continuing to dab at his face, wiping away the blood, Ivar let you willingly clean the wound.

"You were very brave Ivar, I am very proud. You managed to defend Kattegat from an attack without warning." Ivar looks you in the eyes, almost with a shocked expression. You smile warmly, your faces being so close to one another you feel his warm breath fan against the side of your face. You were relieved. This sudden appreciation for your husband grew.

"You think so?" He asks. His body shifts forward slightly as you continue to clean his nose from any blood. You nod enthusiastically in response. "I think so, and besides, after this, you'll be able to threaten and scare off more Christian monks with the clean scar." You smile widely, and the corner of his mouth lifts up in amusement.

"Do I scare you?" His question shocked you, but you shake your head. "No, Ivar." He nods, but you continue, "not anymore." The water was a milky red, and noticing the further stains of blood on his jaw, you attempt to call for more thralls, but Ivar grasps your hand before you could walk away. He holds your hand in his own, and you look to him with wide eyes.

"Ivar."

VIKINGS TAGLIST: @youbloodymadgenius @gruffle1​ @pomegranates-and-blood​

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[alicedopey]

Dreams, Dreams, Dreams

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Ivar x plus-size reader

Genre: Modern AU, Smut, Romance

Words: 3034

Warnings: Smut, oral (giving and receiving), self-depreciation

Summary: Working with Ivar has triggered something in your mind, especially at night.

A/N: This was supposed to be posted for @flowers-in-your-hayr​ ‘s birthday but is now my contribution to her 650 followers celebration. (Moodboard is her own creation) Enjoy !

“Mr Ragnarsson, I…”

“Ivar, call me Ivar.”

It seemed accurate, since he was balls deep inside you.

“Ivar”. You were painting. “I’m going to come.”

Your words made him thrust deeper into you. “Then come, Y/N. Come on my cock.”

His hips were snapping madly. He was close to his release as well. You could tell by the way his brows were tightly knit or his mouth was making this sexy pout you liked so much.

You raised your hips to meet his, he viciously grabbed your thigh and dived even deeper into you, touching your cervix in the most delicious way. A scream fell from your lips.

Eyes wide opened, you woke up in your bed.  Sweat was dripping down your bed. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you rolled on the side to check your alarm and your eyes widened even more when you realized you had overslept again. Fifteen minutes was not much but it was still a lack of fifteen minutes in your morning routine before going to work.

You jumped out of bed and into the shower. The hot water helped your muscles relax. Those dreams were driving you crazy.

They had begun a few weeks ago when you were assigned to work with Ivar Ragnarsson on a very important contract. Since you spoke many languages fluently, the Ragnarssons considered you as one of the most valuable employees in their firm. When Bjorn had offered you to work alongside his little brother, you were flattered. Scared, but flattered. After all, Ivar had grown quite a reputation and the last thing you wanted was to end up like his personal punching ball.

Yet, working with him had revealed itself to be quite an adventure – and not in a bad way. Ivar was witty and passionate. He was sometimes treating you like an assistant, especially in front of his brothers but he was bearable most of the time.

The real problem were those dreams that had been haunting you during your sleep for a while now. Of course, they were mostly about sex: him taking you on your bed, in his office, against the wall, in his car…

The first time it happened you had laughed, figuring it was just a fantasy. He was quite a sight, after all. Second and third times were annoying. Then, it took place once or twice a week…and it started affecting the way you were behaving at work. A mere glance his way and you instantly became an awkward mess. Ivar would mostly get irritated, which made the situation worse and he ended up looking at you as if you had grown two heads.

If only you could make them stop but the more you wished for your crazy mind to leave you alone at night, the more you dreamt about him. So much that you had to admit to yourself you were falling for your boss. A boss who, according to flawless creatures he took to his bed, would certainly not glance at you for one second. You and your curves, you and your fat….no, definitely not his type you thought as you straightened your blouse over your wide hips a few minutes later before leaving for work.

Ivar was not there yet when you arrived at the office. You almost ran to the conference room in order to get everything ready for the presentation. It had to be perfect or he would throw a fit. Every brother would start yelling at the others and you would be blamed by Ivar in the end.

“Everything ready?”

You jumped, hearing Ivar’s voice and turned your eyes towards him. He was nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe.

“Yes”, you let out in a whisper.

His eyes scanned the room to check how you had everything settled. “You did well.”

“Thanks.” You squeaked nervously.

Ivar chuckled at your reaction. A shiver rand down your spine. “Don’t be nervous, everything will be fine. We worked hard on this.”

If only he knew what you were really nervous about…

His brothers arrived shortly afterwards. Thankfully, Bjorn didn’t have the glorious idea to invite his mother to join the meeting or Ivar would have already been in a very bad mood.

They all took place around the table. You started the presentation to explain your line of work. Then, Ivar introduced the society you wanted to merge with and what the Ragnarssons’ firm could benefit from it.

As you listened to Ivar’s voice, you couldn’t help looking at his hand moving on the board. His strong firm hand…

“Sill here?”

You looked up, Ivar was eying you up and down, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you crossed your arms in front of you so that Ivar would not see too much of your curves.

“Yes. Your brother asked me to get some things ready for the big meeting with your uncle tomorrow. “

You thought he would leave after that but he kept staring at you while you stood there awkwardly.

“Need some help?”

“No, no…I’m almost done, thanks.” You stammered. Ivar never offered help to anyone.

He took a few steps towards you and took one of the files you had put on the meeting table to read it. “Looks like you worked hard. Bjorn will be glad.”

He smiled. A real smile that made your heart flutter in your chest.

He let go of the file which landed back on the table and set his eyes on you. The look he gave you made your heart flutter in your chest again. Lost in his mesmerizing eyes, you noticed he was closer when he put his hand on your hip. Your breath quickened. The heat radiating from his simple touch set your body on fire.

“I’m glad as well. Good job, Y/N.”

You did not hear the words, just watched his lips moving. Those plump tempting lips. Unable to resist the temptation to taste them, you kissed him. Ivar was not surprised. He kissed your back fiercely, his hand tightening its grip on your hip. He made you walk backwards until your thighs touched the table so you could lean on it.

You hiked up your skirt and spread your legs without even realizing it. Your body was acting on its own, all too eager to succumb to desire.

Nonetheless, Ivar did not move an inch and remained still as a statue. He was watching your body like a hawk as if he trying to remember every part of it. If only he could touch you the same way he was looking at you.

“Mr Ragnarsson, please.” You whimpered helplessly.

Ivar just smirked at you and played with the hem of your skirt. Your heart was beating so fast you had the feeling it would get out of your chest any minute now. You wanted him to put an end to your misery so desperately. He knew it and apparently loved watching you squirm, all needy and turned on.

When he finally sneaked his hand under your skirt, you bit your lip to prevent yourself from eliciting a sigh of relief.

His rough fat fingers stroked your skin until they finally reached your panties. His thumb touched your clit through the soft and soaked material. Your lower body lunched forwards, your teeth dug a little deeper in your lip.

“Oh, sweet Y/N…” Ivar whispered in a mocking tone. “Don’t damage those perfect luscious lips. That would be a shame.” He let go of his crutch, his body leaning a bit more on yours. Then, he inserted his thumb between your lips before saying. “Suck this. Pretend it’s my cock. Show me what you can do.”

Your lower lips clenched around nothing at his words. His other thumb pushed against your clit once more, eliciting a whimper to fall from your lips. You started sucking his finger greedily, pretending his cock instead as he had suggested.

“Good girl.” He praised lustfully. “I knew you could do it. Show me how well you can suck my cock.”

His motions on your sensitive nub accentuated and you took his thumb deeper in your mouth. Ivar groaned but ended up retrieving his fingers from your mouth. The two of you exchanged a lustful gaze before he attacked your lips with his mouth. His pace on your clit had become more urgent now. You pulled him against you and embraced him feverishly. Ivar kept kissing and pleasing you. Your body was completely on fire and yet, you were craving for more. So, you embraced him stronger, trying to get as much contact as possible between your two bodies.

Your lower body clenched, your breath quickened and you convulsed against him as you came. Ivar did not let go and made you ride your orgasm until you went limp in his arms. He chuckled, a deep chuckle that sent shivers running down your spine. “Ready for more?”

“If you are…” You whispered against his lips, congratulating yourself at the fact that he shivered because of it.

Emboldened, your palmed him through his trousers. Ivar groaned, pushing his cloth-covered dick into your hand. You rubbed him a few times before undoing his zipper and freeing his erected shaft. It was inviting to the touch, already glistening with pre-cum. But you did not touch him this time. Instead, you hiked up your skirt even higher to reveal your already damp panties that you led slid down your legs.

Ivar licked his lips. He was looking at your body as if he wanted to devour your body in one bite. A whimper left your lips. “Ivar, please…”

“Hmm?” He took his shaft in his hands and started pleasuring himself. “Did you want something?”

“You know what I want.”

“I want you to say it.” He rasped, still playing with himself. “Come on, Y/N. You can do it.”

You tried but no sound came out of your mouth. It was as if your brain did not want to give your body what it was craving.

“Y/N, I’m waiting.”

Once again, you opened your mouth to talk but did not produce any sound.

“Y/N, talk. Y/N ! Mrs Y/L/N !”

Ivar’s snapping voice made you startle. Several pairs of eyes were watching you; some expectant, some irritated. Well, Ivar was irritated.

You felt your cheeks heating under their stares, realizing you had been sex dreaming during a professional meeting.

“I’m sorry. I was…distracted.” Ivar’s glare intensified. He was probably going to strangle you. “You were saying?”

Bjorn explained patiently which points Ivar and you would have to work on. The meeting was adjourned after that. Ivar signaled for you to wait until everyone had left. Once they had, he closed the door and advanced towards you, each step making him grunt.

“We have some changes to do and we have to do them as fast as possible.”

He explained sharply. “Tonight. 7PM sharp. Your place. I’ll bring the wine.”

Then, he got out without waiting for an answer. You stared at his head until he had disappeared, realizing after a few minutes that your boss – who you too often dream about – was going to come to your place.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You left as soon as you could, went to the grocery store and started cooking dinner the moment you got back home. Once you were finished, you took a shower. Your door bell rang as you were just finishing getting dressed. You threw a last glance in the mirror to check your appearance: leggings and a flowery blouse, casual but not too much. You ran to the door and took a deep breath before opening it.

Ivar had played the casual card as well, wearing dark jeans, a white shirt and a dark jacket under his usual coat.

“Please come in, Mr. Ragnarsson.” You invited him to take off his coat. “I’m going to put this in my bedroom. Make yourself comfortable in the meantime.”

On your way back to the living room, you took some glasses in the kitchen. Ivar was on the couch, the bottle of wine was already cracked open, the files were out. As usual, Ivar did not lose any time so you started working right away, only taking a small break to each the chicken, pasta and salad you had cooked.

“This was nice. It’s been a while since I ate some real food. Drawbacks of being a busy businessman. Guess I need a real woman in my life.”

He smiled genuinely, which made you heart flutter for a second as you remembered your dream from this morning.

“Is there a man in your life enjoying your food?”

You shook your head. “Just cooking for myself.”

“That’s a shame, if you ask me.” He replied casually. “Any man would be damn happy with this. Don’t even cook for my brother Hvitserk or he won’t leave your side.” He smiled again.

Your cheeks heated under the praise. You had heard things about Ivar’s charming power but he rarely showed it at work – which was for the best or you would always be as red as a tomato.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yes.” You barely whispered and shook your head to clear your mind.

“Are you sure? Because you have been quite distracted lately, just like this morning during the meeting when you completely zoned out.”

“I’m just…tired.” You answered, slightly surprised Ivar was expressing some concern over someone else, especially an employee.

“Troubled sleep?”

Your eyes widened a little. His seemed to twinkle with something else than casual curiosity and you wondered if his question had a deeper meaning for a second before answering.

“You could say that.”

“Hmmm.” He stood up with the help of his crutch. “Well, since we are done here, I’m going let you get some sleep. May I have my coat back, please?”

His question made you realize you might have stared at him for a bit too long.

“Of course.” You almost jumped up from the couch and the both of you headed towards your bedroom.

Once there, you bent over to reach his coat on your bed. When you stood up, your back bumped against Ivar’s chest. Embarrassed, you turned around abruptly and handed him the piece of cloth to your boss. He took it gently from your hands before glancing at your bed.

“So, this is the famous place where you have been having all those troubling dreams.”

Your eyes raised up abruptly to meet his. “There are some things you should definitely not talk about some topics at work, where anybody could hear what you are saying.”

He knew. Of course, he knew. That sexy asshole knew everything about everyone even though you had mentioned it once to one of your closest coworkers.

“One could say you are obsessed. Well, your mind is at least.”

He gave you a teasing smirk which caused your heart to make a somersault in your chest.

“Mr Ragnarsson, I don’t know…”

“Shhh…” He put one finger on your lips and you were reminded of your earlier dream again. “There is nothing to be ashamed of, believe me. Quite the contrary.”

He took your chin between his fingers. His eyes intensely stared at yours.

“Tell me in your dreams, what are we doing in that bed? Are we fucking nice and slow? Or are you making me sweat for it?”

“It depends.” You gasped at your own words.

“Is that so?” Ivar hummed against your lips. “How many dreams did you have, you naughty girl?”

“A few.” You whispered before Ivar took your lips ravenously.

His hands slid down your body to squeeze your plush bottom and push it against your pelvis. In response, you embraced his upper body and dug your nails in his back.

He had awoken a fire in you, you were not even aware you possessed. It was more powerful than in the dreams and so much better that you did not want to it stop.

Breathless, Ivar’s lips left your own to attack your own. Your head fell backwards, heavy pants left your mouth.

“Mr. Ragnarsson, I...”

“Ivar.” He cut you off. “I definitely want you to call me Ivar when you come on my dick.”

That elicited a deep moan to leave your mouth. You dug your nails deeper in his skin and Ivar groaned.

“You were having one this morning, hmm? What were you doing in that dream?” He pushed his erected cock against your core. “Tell me.”

“You were…you were eating me out in the conference room.”

“I like that.” The tip of his tongue tickled your neck. “I can easily picture myself buried between, your thick thighs. What do you say we reenact some of those dreams?”

He was now rubbing himself against you.

“Yes, please.” You whimpered. Nothing was more important now than being under him, screaming his name.

He delicately pushed you backwards until the back of your knees met the bed and you had no choice but to fall on it.

Ivar took off his clothes, you hastily did the same. The two of you exchanged a fiery look, trying to remember every inch of the other’s body. For once, you did not feel ashamed of yours. On the contrary, Ivar’s eyes on you were making you feel like the most desirable human being on earth.

Ivar let his crutch fall on the floor and his naked body finally met yours. You became away right then and now of what was going to happen, meaning sleeping with your boss.

Ivar sensed your discomfort. “Don’t worry.” He smiled. “Nothing bad will come out of this. I’m going to make all your dreams come true.”

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[honestsycrets]

Strawberry Day-light [ Ivar x Reader ]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader [ modern ]

❛ type | drabble, strawberry with Ivar for my patron @alicedopey . 

❛ summary | after you decide to leave bed early, ivar comes to find you.

❛  warnings | implied plus size reader.

The recipe was pretty simple. But you couldn’t help think that you were doing something wrong as you stood at your boyfriend’s counter, cutting the tops off of strawberries to throw into a black death machine; his blender.

You’re not really a fan of these protein shakes or-- whatever. You love your food and while you love him, you never interjected on his work out life. Except for one question... Was that whole milk? Protein says that it should be that but… at the same time. What if it isn’t? It could just as easily be nonfat milk, because fat bad, right? You’re not sure what the man drinks to stay like... that.

Your finger flicks from one side to the other. Then, there’s a shuffle behind you. “It’s almond.”

“Shit!” you curse, your hand snapping to your chest. When you turn around, you find him sitting there, slightly amused by the looks of it. “What are you doing up?”

Ivar blinks. A languid smile makes its way up to his cheeks as he shuffles his wheelchair over to the countertop. “You know you don’t need to cut them,” he mentions, then angles his chair toward you. “The blender, you know, does that?”

Your cheeks flare up because Ivar’s finger flicks into a cocky little spiral. “I never would have guessed.”

“You’re welcome.”

“When did you get up?” you come to the granite countertop with the almond milk and begin the oh-so-important process of his morning smoothie. “You were asleep when I left.”

“It was cold.” He plucks up a strawberry. He excuses. You hear, you know I can’t sleep when you leave, behind his excuse.

He admits to it with a smile in his heavy eyes. He’s exhausted. You look toward the mess, quickly doing away with it and hitting the button to the blender. Then, nibbling on your plump lower lip you figure he’s not hungry. It’s not what he’s here for. He probably had a better reason for being loitering around if it wasn’t for a good workout. 

“Want me to come back to bed?” you ask, starting down the hall with his smoothie in tow. It would most likely be left on his black furniture while you curled up under his arm, under the bed of security that was his many blankets and pillows, and you’d smell nothing but him. 

He doesn’t answer, but the sound of his wheels dragging over is the only answer you need. You set the smoothie down and slide into bed, watching as he came in after you, securing himself on the left side. You follow after, batting away the handle that helped him get out of bed from your face. The warmth of blankets envelops you as he carefully brings them back up, dropping his head against the pillows.

“Are you okay?” you ask. “Your smoothie--” 

“No.” He breathes. “This is all I need.” Bed, cuddles, and a good smoothie to waste away the day. Some days aren’t gym days-- this was one of them. 

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Ivar the Boneless x Reader Pt. 2

I can’t keep up with them. My mom keeps speaking over me. My feelings go unheard and constantly invalidated by my family.

I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this…with them. You frowned, finding yourself dissatisfied with everything…with them once again.

Bzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Your phone was vibrating. Who could it be?

You turned over your phone. It was Ivar. Should I answer? I don’t want to burden him. He did say I could count on me.

You rubbed your forehead. Shit. I overdid it again. Now, I have a headache. Great. Just fucking great. You winced at the pain. Never mind, it’s a fucking migraine.

It was like a ritual. Every single time you felt stressed, worried, or just overwhelmed by your family, you would get a migraine. It felt like a curse.

Ivar pulled the phone away from his ear. He furrowed his eyebrows. Why isn’t she answering my calls? Did she fall asleep?

He glanced at the clock on his wall. 6:30pm.

He shook his head. No, she wouldn’t be asleep.

He unlocked his phone. Clicked on messages app and clicked on your name. He contemplated what to say. He didn’t want to make you feel like you did something bad. He didn’t want to hurt you.

You sigh, the phone stopped vibrating. Even if I did answer, I wouldn’t know what to say. You tossed your phone aside. I hope he understands. I don’t know how to open up. I become voiceless. It’s so hard to say what I want to.

He growled, he couldn’t say what he wanted over messages. It wouldn’t have the same impact. He blue eye narrowed on the keyboard. She’s worth it. Every sleepless late night. If they won’t care, I will. I have to remove her from that place. Once and for all. I’ve had enough of this.

He inhaled and exhaled before typing, “Whatever it is that is consuming your mind, I’ll be there for you. No expectations. Just you and me. See you soon. Love you.❤️‍🔥” He tilted his head. Should I keep the emoji or is it too much? His eyes went wide, what if I overdid it? He moved his thumb to erase it but accidentally tapped send.

He nodded to himself. My heart is on fire for her though. He stood up. That’s it. I’ll take her out on an adventure. We could go to the beach and look at the moon. And if she wants to we could stay and watch the sun rise.

He smiled. She had always wanted to go out at night. I can make her forget even if it’s just for one night. One of many.

He got off his bed and swiftly left his room. He called his driver and sent one last message to you before leaving his house.

You threw your head back, sighing. I didn’t do anything. How am I supposed to be the one apologizing?

It’s tiring listening to my mom play victim and at the same time, hurt me with her words. I feel bad and at the same time, I’m angry. It hurts.

Bzzz.. Bzzz. Bzzz. You looked away from the wall and picked up your phone. The screen light up. A message from Ivar. You unlocked your phone. You smiled. My precious Ivar. My rock. If he wasn’t around, I don’t know what I would do. At least he cares. He listens. He’s been around for so long that I hope he won’t leave me like the rest.

I shouldn’t be doubting him but after experiencing so much pain and trauma from my family, I don’t know what to expect from anyone else. But then again, he isn’t just anyone. He’s stood by my side. Ughh.

You rubbed your temples. It doesn’t feel good questioning his intentions. But it’s all I know to protect myself.

Heart emoji. I appreciate his words. His heart emoji. I’m so going to tease him.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Another message from Ivar.

It said, “Get dressed. A hoodie and sweats. It’s a chilly night. I don’t want you to get sick. I’ll take a spare one just in case. Put you first. Let’s enjoy the night and get out of our heads for a while. Please. Sneak out. 😉I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

You held back a smile. He could be so sweet and kind when he wants to.

“Throw out the trash.” Your sister told you. Fuck it. I deserve this. Right? So far, I’ve done everything to their standards. The least they can do is let me have this one night. Im an adult. I can do this.

“Did you hear me?” Throw the trash.” Your sister said, irritated. She blamed you. She was on your mom’s side.

You made a joke. It wasn’t even serious. It was a reality check that stings like a bitch to your mom.

Your mom blew up in your face. Said hurtful things. But it’s your fault. Your mom hasn’t spoken to you since the “fight”. You refuse to talk because you had enough.

You took out a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. You changed into them. You pocketed your phone and exited the room. You walked into the living room. Your mom was on the couch. She ignored you. You put your shoes on by the door.

You picked up the trash and exited the apartment. You lived in an apartment complex so the garbage was disposed on the other side. You grinned as you walked away. The sunset was beautiful. It was windy. It felt great to be away.

Honk. Honk. Honk. Honk.

You turned to look who was honking. There at the backseat of the car was Ivar, smiling as he waved his hand at you. You laughed, shaking your head. He looked insane. You lifted the trash bag and pointed that you were going to dump it. He nodded.

You dump the trash and took out your hand sanitizer. You squirted some on your hands and rubbed your hands together.

You looked around. The last thing you need is someone to report to your mom about this. Nosy neighbors.

You walked up to the car. You opened the door. He mischievously smiled as you got in. He inwardly cheered. He finally got you to go out with him.

You got inside and shut the door. “Let’s go.” Ivar told the driver. You rolled up the window. “So, where are we going?” You asked, putting in your seatbelt. “You’ll see.” You turned over to look at him. “Surprise, huh.”

“Yup, a surprise you’ll love.” Ivar replied, smiling down at you.

Thank you for reading.

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Imagine staying the night at Ivar’s house, waking up to his light snores beneath the pillow. You’d rub your hands up his chest, feeling over the ridges wondering was he gonna wake up for round three? Worn out or not you could take another sexing from him, one more to sleep through the night. And then to your surprise he does just that, rolls over pushes back into you and you’re fucked to sleep. The next time you wake Ivar is headed to the kitchen humming some tunes beneath his breath, to make breakfast.

(IMAGINE THAT MAN CRUSH MONDAY ™)

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☆MASTERLIST☆

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Love at First Sight

Dark Hvits! Featuring Ivar! Plus-sized Reader

Hvitserk Lothbrok falls into a Love at First Sight in a brief meeting of a curvaceous woman he sees in a coffee shop and decides to pursue her with his younger brother Ivar.

☆ Chapter ONE

☆ Chapter TWO

☆ Chapter THREE

Hero & Me

Story entry for the new take of fairy tales hosted by deans-ch-ch-cherrypie My story based of Hansel and Gretel.

☆ HERO (Hvitserk and Oc)

Victor's & Vikings

A Story entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie #cherry pie’s hot fic summer challenge!

Hvitserk Lothbrok and a curvaceous plus-sized heroine battle against eachother with a arcade game in the the late 80s but they have no clue who the other person is.

☆ 1989. (Hvitserk Lothbrok and Oc)

☆Moodboards & Gifts☆

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (AU!) •Hvitserk Lothbrok and Marcus Lopez

The Fault in Our Stars (AU!) •Hvitserk Lothbrok

No Other Reason Than To Love (For @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie) check her story here.

Love at First Sight (Created by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for me)

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Masterlist

Key: 

+ is Plus Size Reader

SM is Soulmate AU

AU is Alternate Universe

Will update as needed! Also, I’ll be adding summaries at some point. This is still a work in progress (always will be)!

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Sweet Pea:

Upside Down: Masterlist

Playing Hard to Get: Masterlist

Head Over Heels: 1

Hope for Us AM

Bitter Love: Masterlist AU

One Shots:

Beast Mode

Pressing Matters

10 More Minutes

Back Up Plan

Happy Accidents

Innocent Enough

Flowershop Mayhem

Fangs

Bad Day Blues

Jughead

Summer Nights

Shoot ‘em

Umbrella Academy: 

Diego Hargreeves:

Fearless: Masterlist

Playing Pretend +

Thank you...Next

Good Enough

The Storm +

Red Sea

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

To Live Again AU

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Billy x Reader x Steve:

 Tell Me No Secrets: Masterlist

Edge of Seventeen: 1 2 3

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Finding Hope SM

Bucky Barns

Thor

Lost: 0 1 

Vikings: 

Ivar

Azure Eyes: Masterlist

Chosen By The Gods

Hvitserk

Ubbe

Bjorn

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Halloween/Samhain with Ivar the Boneless

Ivar the Boneless Imagine/Headcanons Ivar x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

Imagine Halloween/Samhain with Ivar.....

⦁ He slightly loves all the spooky movies that come on. ⦁ More into the Halloween-y stuff than the horror. ⦁ He's easily bored with the horror. ⦁ Can you blame him. ⦁ He's Ivar.  Terror is his middle name.   ⦁ If you're easily scared, he'd 10/10 insist on watching them though since he knows you'll cuddle right into him ⦁ If you're down and love horror, the two of you have fun watching them and picking them apart.  Laughing at some of the scenes and just having fun. ⦁ Enjoys going to Haunted houses and when they jump at him he screams back in their face. ⦁ He is a master at planning trick or treating routes if you're taking any little ones out for the night.   He'll most definitely have his neices and nephews out for fun so Uncle Ivar knows all the tricks. ⦁ Loves that you'll jump in and help out.   ⦁ You might like kids, you might not but the fact that you step up to be there for his family means a lot to him. ⦁ He'll likely have an arm around you all night and steal many, many kisses. ⦁ Over all, it's a spooktacular night.

Heeeeey, smoochies! I hope you enjoyed this Halloweeny little tidbit.  I hope everyone is having a great harvest season! All My Love, Kenny

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No Matter What

Ivar the Boneless x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1512 words

Warnings: pregnant reader

Summary: Ivar worrying about the fate of your unborn baby

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Everyone in Kattegat had been anxiously awaiting the birth of your child, but no one more so than your very own husband, Ivar.

From the very moment you found out you were pregnant, he hadn’t been able to relax and as the day of the birth fast approached, it was only getting worse.

Even now, in the middle of the night, you rolled over in bed to find Ivar staring at you in the dark. It should have alarmed you, and maybe it would have if this would have been the first time.

It was far from that though, of course. In fact, this would make the seventh time you caught Ivar staring at you like this.

“What are you doing, Ivar?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to make sense of the whole thing. Every time, he said the same thing, but you asked again anyway.

It just didn’t make any sense to you.

“Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep, the baby needs it” he grumbled, his words were meant to comfort you but they sounded more like an order and upset you.

Of all the things he could have said, you didn’t know why he was acting that way. He was sitting there watching you, and now decided that you needed to go back to sleep.

It was ridiculous.

“What is going on with you? You need your sleep too” you reasoned, sitting up in bed as best you could, though the large baby bump prevented much movement at all.

At this point in your pregnancy, any movement at all was a bit of a struggle.

There was clearly something wrong with Ivar, even more than usual. He was a moody individual in general but this was beyond anything you’d seen so far.

This was a different kind of strange.

“I said go to sleep” he repeated, though as soon as he looked at you, he let out a sigh. You had that look in your eyes and he couldn’t ignore that. Ivar had found that in your pregnancy, your temper had grown to rival his own.

He didn’t want to upset you, even if he thought this entire conversation was ridiculous.

The real reason for his being awake was sort of embarrassing for the man, but you didn’t care much for any sort of excuse. The only way he was really going to get you to go back to sleep, is if he told you the truth.

So, that was what he was going to do.

As painful as it was for Ivar to swallow his pride and tell you the truth, he didn’t have any other options. “I’m worried” he started, his voice shocking you as it met your ears.

In all the years that you’d been by Ivar’s side, you had never known him to be afraid or worried in any capacity. Honestly, you weren’t even sure that he was capable of it, until now.

When you met his eyes once again, you saw that he was telling the truth. This wasn’t another one of his fruitless efforts to get you to do as he said with no complaints.

He was being serious.

“Worried? What reason do you have to be worried?” you asked, trying to wrap your mind around it. It confused you, made you consider things you hadn’t been considering before.

It was vulnerable and rare but you knew better than to ask too many questions. If nothing else, you were just glad that Ivar was in the mood to share at all.

He was being honest, and there was a beauty in that. In these dark hours of the night, you were reminded that the Ivar you knew was so very different from the Son of Ragnar he masquerades as.

Here, laying beside you, was the father of your unborn child, your gift from the gods and you owed him every ounce of respect that you had. So, you didn’t dare ridicule him or point out how strange it was.

All you did was wait for him to answer you.

All the important stuff was bound to come out at some point and you didn’t want to risk missing it because of acting rashly or speaking out of turn.

“The child, what happens if he’s like me?” he asked, once again speaking about your child as if having a son was the only option. You had asked him not to, knowing that even if you had a daughter, you would love her all the same.

Still, that wasn’t the most important thing he’d said. There was a sort of dread in his voice, something that you couldn’t ignore. It didn’t feel right but you knew what he meant.

It was only natural that he worried about something like that, knowing how he’d struggled all his life but that thought hadn’t even crossed your mind once.

You hadn’t thought about his condition once since the seer told you that you were with child. There was nothing more important to you than having a baby with Ivar, and that was as far as you got.

Perhaps that had something to do with you, in general, not thinking that there’s something wrong with Ivar or his legs.

It just never seemed like something you had to worry about, but you and Ivar were in a different position in that regard. You were going to be a mother and you were sure that you’d love this child no matter what.

Ivar wasn’t sure that he could.

He wanted to think that he would, that nothing would affect how much he cared for his child but he couldn’t be sure. If that baby was born like him, deformed, he wasn’t sure how he would react.

Maybe he wouldn’t know until he was born.

In any case, you had to talk to him. You needed to make sure that Ivar knew that no matter what you two went through and no matter what your child turned out like, there was only one option.

You weren’t going to let anyone do to this baby what his father had tried to do to him. It wasn’t going to happen, and Ivar needed to understand that now.

There was no way you were going to let that happen.

“What would you have me do Ivar? This child, our child is going to be perfect” you sighed, reaching out to take his hand in your own. You didn’t care what it took, you would convince him of that.

...And there was nothing you wouldn’t do in pursuit of that.

To prove that to yourself and the man in front of you, you reached out to grip the edge of the fur that covered you both and yanked it down to reveal both your frames.

Never had there been two more different people, that was what Bjorn used to joke but there was a certain truth to it now, looking down. There was a dip at your hip, where your stomach now pretruded out. It had always been there but now it was so much more prominent and round than before.

Of course, that bump gave way to your thighs, ankles and feet but you could no longer see those. In fact, you wouldn’t even be sure they were there if it wasn’t for the dull aching in them.

That view gave strong contrast to Ivar, whose legs were closer to skin and bones due to years of not being able to use them. Still, when you looked at the difference between your body and his, you saw nothing wrong.

In the same way that Ivar was strong sometimes and vulnerable others, you understood that it was okay for him to be different from you. It was okay that you had a plump frame and that he was crippled.

Just like it would be okay if your son or daughter was born as you were or as Ivar was. In any case, you would love them all the same.

That was what you knew, and you weren’t going to let anyone question that.

Especially not Ivar.

“Look at that. So different, and yet both beautiful in their own way. You understand that, don’t you? You don’t love me any less because I look this way, do you?”

It was a trick question of sorts, at least for Ivar. He knew exactly where you were going with this, and where it was going to end up but he answered you all the same.

“Of course not” he huffed, rolling his eyes at you without so much as a second thought.

“And I have never loved another man as much as I love you” you grinned, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his lips, smiling even wider when his hand came to rest on your stomach.

In that moment you knew that no matter what happened, Ivar was going to be the greatest father you could have ever chosen for your children. He was too full of love not to be.  

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