#ivar teen romance

[inforapound]

The Devil Inside  -  Part 2

Your enthusiasm spurred me on to write chapter two last night. The teen talk continues. This part escalates alittle faster. I’ll post the last part next week. Thanks for reading.

Warnings -  sexually explicit, hints of dub/con, possessiveness, love

Pairing - Ivar x Reader  

The following week was mundane. Not once did you catch a glimpse of the black Camaro at school and you had spent every break out in the lot. For reasons you had yet to figure out, you could not stop thinking about him. Ivar... That entire night at his house and you analyzed, picking apart every moment. The way he looked at you, the mocking way he spoke, how he grabbed your wrist. It hadn’t hurt, but it was shocking. The one detail that stuck out the most, and the feeling that you couldn’t shake, was how even in a room with others, you felt him. Some pull or draw of your attention. Some dread or distraction. It was strange and by Friday, without seeing him at school, it wasn’t relief you felt, it was melancholy.

The girls noticed and chalked it up to PMS so you all decided to skip going home and headed straight for the mall. That was uninteresting and after a couple of hours of wandering shops, trying on rings at the kiosks, and hitting up the food court, you headed to HUBB City Movie Theatre to catch a flick.

Standing in line it was Kim who spotted them first.

“Heads up,” she spoke quietly, nudging your arm.

Turning around, you spotted Mark waiving, a huge grin on his face, with both Ivar and Hvitserk standing behind. Your stomach flopped and you must have made a face as Amanda leaned in.

“Dude, are you okay?”

“Fine, yea, fine.”

“You looked like you’d seen a ghost.”

“Didn’t that Ivar guy freak you out a bit last weekend?” Kim asked.

“Ah, I don’t know. Yeah. Maybe. Maybe it was just me.”

“He is…. intense,” Kim added.

“My brother told me some guy at Oak Springs High owed the brothers money.” Amanda was using her ‘this was some juicy shit’ tone of voice, “and Ivar showed up, scared the crap out of him. Waived a gun around in the parking lot.”

“What!” you and Kim said at the same time.

Amanda arched her brows. “I don’t know...just telling you what I heard.”

A quiet settled over all of you and you casually glanced back at the guys. Mark and Hvitserk seemed to be discussing a poster on the wall but Ivar wasn’t even pretending not to look. Those haunting blue eyes were fixed right on you. It was a drastic change from last time and he seemed to be waiting, keeping track of how long it would take for you to acknowledge him. Unsure of how to act, you gave a quick half-smile before looking away.

“Too bad he’s a psycho,” Amanda whispered, “cause he’s fucking hot.”

You all burst out laughing and as you handed over your tickets and headed through the doors, you heard Mark call,

“Save us some seats, ladies.”

Great…… but fifteen minutes into the movie you figured they had decided on something else as it was just the three of you sitting in your usual seats; centre of the back row, directly beneath the booth streaming the film. Amanda was in the middle bitching about the cost of popcorn and you were feeling chilled in the large dark theatre, wishing you had headed home before the movie to get changed out of your uniform.

A commotion off to the side, followed by Mark’s not-so-quiet laugh made you all turn and look toward the isle on Kim’s side. Making their way down your row was Mark and Hvitserk; Mark shout-whispering that he thought you all were trying to hide by sitting up at the back. They must have been carrying $75 worth of snacks and you figured they had just gotten high.

Watching the entrance, you waited for Ivar to come through but he didn’t... He wasn’t there... Had he ditched, you wondered, feeling confused? Was it because of you? Were you disappointed? The moment brought back that anxious feeling of the previous weekend, the claws back in your tummy and you actually felt a little dissed.  

Oblivious to the film playing in front of you, it was the sound of clanging metal on your side of the theatre that made you turn and look. Shuffling toward you, down your row was Ivar, his crutch hitting against the metal feet of the chairs in front.

Fuck, you nearly gasped realizing he was planning to sit with you and you felt a rush of adrenaline. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you shifted in your seat unsure if you were nervous or excited. Had he really flashed a gun? No. Stupid. He couldn’t have.  

When he got close, his scent hit you like a memory and you recalled that subtle smell of aftershave in his bathroom. Unsure if you should say hello, you were let off the hook as his eyes looked everywhere but at you. Holding a massive drink in one hand and his crutch in the other, he stopped and awkwardly sat down.

You were struck by the subtle look of insecurity he had, guessing that without his badass car or his parentless mansion, he felt out of place. His discomfort made you panic alitte pushing you to say something.

“Hey,” you whispered, and he looked over as if surprised; his reaction making you smile. The smile was not returned but the look in his eyes removed all doubt of whether or not he was pleased to see you. He was. Ivar Lothbrok smiled. Almost shyly and you NEARLY DIED.

Turning back and trying to watch the film was ridiculous. There was no way you could absorb a thing with him sitting beside. Again, that expectant feeling hung in the air and you, like that first night, were hyper-aware of him; his movements, his arm slung on the rest of your chair, every time he shifted. And... he looked good...really good...downright wicked in fact and you glanced over to catch another look. The light was flickering against his smooth skin and pouty lips and you just wanted to see that smile again. Looking back to the screen, you attempted to pay attention.

Just as you began to absorb the words the actors were saying, he passed over his drink, his eyes staying fixed on the screen. Accepting it, you to took a sip from the straw and were not surprised to taste the sweet mix of some sort of pop and booze. The taste nearly made you cough and you passed it over.

With his hand, he pushed it back toward you making you frown. Did he think you drank every weekend? Was he trying to get you drunk?

Suddenly, he leaned in, bringing those lips close to the side of your head.

“Are you that much of a good girl?” he whispered and the reverberation of his voice made you shiver.

You turned to look but he didn’t pull back so your faces were close. Very close.

“I’m driving,” you whispered.

Rolling his eyes, he sat back in his chair and the impression you got was that he wouldn't be leaving you alone for long. It felt tense and you somehow thought getting his attention again might smooth out the static.

“I didn’t see you at my school this week.”

That drew him back. His head snapped over and he just looked at you. The scene changed in the movie and the light in the room brightened; his blue eyes were narrowed and you wondered what he was trying to figure out.

Without a word, his gaze lowered and you watched him rake his eyes over the open neck of your white blouse, your blue cardigan, and the skin of your thighs exposed above the hem of your kilt. With no one sitting in the row in front, you had put your feet up, tucking your toes into the seat. Suddenly, the bare skin of your legs felt elicit. Dropping your feet would have been too obvious so you hugged the folded blazer in your lap a little tighter.

Rolling his tongue in his cheek, you could see he was fighting the urge to smile and he leaned in again.

“Are you saying you missed me?”

Your stupid grin broke before you could think of what to say so as a distraction you reached down and grabbed his drink, taking another sip.

“Kiss me,” he said.

It wasn’t a question and you nearly choked.

“What?” you gawked.

Pulling back slightly, he eyed you, his expression was deadpan, almost daring you not to do as you were told. But, he did not wait long and brought his mouth right to yours, not pushing, just hovering close and you could feel him lick his lips. Fuck....was your last thought as you pressed your mouth to his.

Good lord was it ever gentle, not demanding and, and like that hunter in that song playing in his room that night, you sensed that he was holding back, drawing you closer.

That’s why when he broke the kiss first, there was a simper on his face, a smug look like he had just won. But, it was his large hand wrapping around your thigh that made you know it was only the beginning. He had it all wrong though. This was not something you did. You were a second base pro and that was only after a thousand texts, five hundred calls, and numerous dates out. You were not a fast girl from his world. Whatever that meant.

Glancing over at Amanda, her attention was fixed on the screen so you looked back at Ivar. Watching the film again, he jerked his chin, directing you to keep your eyes forward. Attempting to focus on the movie, you shifted your blazer on your lap to conceal his hold on your leg and he obviously took it as a green light. Slowly, he slid his palm further up, the tips of his fingers only stopping when they touched the fabric of your panties. God, this was crazy and you took a deep breath. Why were you playing along?

“Open your legs,” he glanced at you, speaking softly but it was still an order. “Do it.”

Frowning you mouthed the word no but at the same time shifted your knees apart.

“Good girl,” he whispered and you were shocked at how that small praise shot straight between your legs. Adjusting on the seat, you slid your bum forward as if offering yourself up.

Pleased, he smirked and you tried to ignore it, acting as if you were unaware of what he was doing.

Within a second, his finger started stroking you through the thin layer of cotton, slow and steady as if biding time. Showing his experience, he pushed the fabric to the side, his finger pressing between your folds. Jesus Christ, it was insane and you should have stopped him there but didn’t… instead, you tilted your pelvis up wondering if that would please him. And it did evidenced by his quiet, breathy grunt and you weren't sure if it was his approval or the feel of his slow strokes that had you getting so wet.

Smoothly, expertly he found that little buried spot and strummed like a string, making you flinch and close your eyes, grabbing hold of his wrist. You didn’t push him away, just squeezed and despite not seeing him, you again felt him lean close.

The smell of his alcohol-laced breath fanned over your face making that tickle down there begin to throb. Your mouth fell open and you were aware that your own breath was picking up. It was obscene, if not a little embarrassing how wet you were and just how fast he was bringing you to the brink.

He strummed and strummed and you wondered what instruments he could play. Guitar…. yes definitely guitar and just that idea was sexy bringing you even closer.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, “Cum for me.”

You were nearly there. How was it possible?

“Look at me,” he demanded and you barely had the sense to turn your head, your eyes cracked only alittle.

“Fuck,” he hissed, staring at you. “I wanna eat your pussy.”

All at once, his finger pushed inside you as his lips hit yours, his tongue shoving right into your mouth. Overwhelmed, and feeling pinned by his jaw, his finger pushed harder and his palm pressed against your clit. The image of him between your legs, lapping your wetness was a recipe for magic and your orgasm crashed over you.

You came hard, harder than you ever had, pulsating around his finger, your stomach twitching and your body frozen in place. Any sounds you made; whimpers, gasps were absorbed by his mouth, breathing you in and bringing you through. It was suffocating and borderline aggressive but so fucking hot and you wondered if the setting, the people around made it that much more intense.

As the quaking eased and you came back to your senses, he pulled his mouth away, pecking you on the mouth and cheek, and chin.

Carefully, he pulled his hand out from under your kilt and you quickly glanced over at Amanda. Smiling at something up on the screen, she seemed lost in the story. Thank god.  

Seeing Ivar wipe his fingers on his jeans nearly made you cringe but he seemed unphased, adjusting the crotch of his jeans before grabbing his drink from you that you completely forgot you were holding.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked in a whisper, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.  

His brows were pinched together making you hesitate, sensing, there was no right answer to give?

“Ah,” be aloof, you thought, be aloof. “Not… exactly.”

“Not exactly?” he squinted.

“Technically,” you scrunched your face awkwardly. “I am not a virgin.”

Holding your gaze for a moment, he sniffled, signifying the topic was done. Scooping your hand in his, he linked his fingers between yours and leaned close, pecking your lips softly and so unexpectedly sweetly.

“I was right about you. You are a good girl,” he nodded and turned his attention back to the screen just as the credits started to roll.

Already? The dim lights came on and you felt on the spot, wondering how you would flounder through this next part. Letting go of your hand, he grabbed his crutches and without a second glance, pushed himself up and started down the aisle away from you.

Ummmmm. Hello? What was going on?

Toward the end of the row, he glanced back and called,

“I’ll text you in a bit.”

And then he was off. Your mouth literally fell open.

“Catch you, ladies, on Monday,” Mark hollered on the other side, already halfway to the door, hopefully oblivious to all that had just transpired.

----

Once out of the theatre, you inhaled the fresh evening air, filling your lungs like you had never breathed before. You felt….lude having just spread your legs for some guy with your best friend in the next seat.

“Well,” Amanda, smacked her lips, sliding her blazer on, “That was special.”

And you knew she knew everything.

“What the hell was that?” she gawked as Kim joined, not saying anything but looking confused.

“God,” you covered your eyes, “I don’t know. I’m so sorry,” you looked at her, your shame spilling out onto the sidewalk.

“Who are you?” she frowned, “I’m so.. so…impressed right now.” Tipping her head back, she let out her best cackle. “For once I’m not the only one hooking up with randos on the weekend,” she laughed again.

She wasn’t quite that bad but next to her, you were Mother Theresa.

“Okay, who is hooking up with who?” Kim raised her hands, motioning that she needed to catch up.

“Did you see everything?” you asked, holding your breath.

“No...I actually saw nothing but I knew what was going on. Wait, do you like him? What don’t we know? Are you…like…with him now?”

“No!” you replied exasperated. “I don’t even know him.”

“Okay, who are we talking about?” Kim cut it, totally frustrated.

“Ivar!” you and Amanda answered in unison

“Whaaaa...” Kim said under her breath, really drawing it out. “That guy is bad news.”

“I know. I know,” you repeated trying to convince them…. and yourself.  

“Oh god, you like him,” Amanda squinted as if noticing something she hadn’t seen before. “Yep,” she nodded, “you do.”

“Do you like him?” Kim asked, not believing it.

“I don’t know,” is all you could say.

Taking a cigarette out, Amanda lit it and you and Kim, as usual, took a step back to get clear of the smoke.

“So,” she took a drag, “what message do you think it sends a guy, you aren’t sure you even like, when you let him finger you in a movie theatre?”

“Amanda!” Kim scolded but you all started to laugh.

“That no means sometimes...” you shrugged.

“What?” they said at the same time.

“Did he force you?” Kim asked, her face immediately concerned.

“No!” you threw up your hands. “No!” Wait, did he, you wondered for a second, quickly pushing it out of your head. “No, he didn’t. Let’s…let’s just go.”

Linking arms, the three of you walked in a line, heading back to your car. For numerous reasons, your head felt disconnected from your body.

-----

That night, lying in your bed, you looked at your phone but all was quiet. How stupid, you thought, he hadn’t even asked for your number. Scoffing in the dark, you pretended, unconvincingly, that you were not waiting for his text. Nothing was wrong. You were just bored, maybe a little lonely rebounding from your ex-jock boyfriend. Sighing, you flipped from your back onto your side, thinking how it had taken your ex an entire summer to get where Ivar had in one night.

Your phone chimed and you jumped, nearly knocking over your lamp to grab it.

It was Amanda…….

  AMANDA: Call me if you need me. Love you.

You felt like an idiot.

Nexr chapter

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[keoni-chan]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Thank you! You get:

Niko!

Niko's parents both work at SimCity Airlines. His mother is a pilot and his father is part of the cabin crew. As such, they're not home much and Niko is mostly left to his own devices. Niko doesn't really mind, but it does get lonely sometimes. Maybe that's why he invites himself over to his classmates so often?

Although Niko is a romance sim, and he will flirt with anything that stands still long enough, he hasn't had a boyfriend or girlfriend yet. His only romantic experiences are those two kisses with Ivar Volden.

Niko's favorite colors are purple and black.

Niko is working up the courage to ask Ivar out. He's seen Ivar walking around town with Luna Grey, and he fears he might have missed his chance.

Niko plays bass guitar and posts videos of him playing on simsta. He has a decent following of mostly teen girls. He does a livestream every Friday afternoon where he takes requests.

#replies #text post #why yes I am still working on these

[witcher-trash]

Witcher Fic Recs 17

(a lot of Aiden/Lambert this time)

Another Year (aiden/lambert, teen, complete, 1k) For a few short years, there had been Aiden. Cocky bastard, had been getting on Lambert's nerves and under his skin every waking moment. Cheeky smile and mischievous eyes, every inch the Cat. Lambert would give anything to see him again, just once. Lambert meets a rusalka, at the worst or maybe the best possible moment.

Be Alive while I'm Here (aiden/lambert, explicit, complete, 10k) Somewhere between Aiden and his annoying habits, conversation tactics, and shitty contracts, Lambert realizes his loneliness.

Freeze (aiden/lambert, mature, complete, 1k) Lambert had caught the smell of blood a whole half-mile back, so it’s not like he hadn’t known he was walking into a giant fucking mess. But still.

Kaer Morsels (eskel/jaskier, aiden/lambert, geralt/regis, explicit, series, 45k) Jaskier hates mornings, but he loves donuts. Eskel is the absolute beefcake owner of a bakery that Jaskier keeps dragging his ass out of bed to go visit, morning after morning. Jaskier just wants to take a bite of.... uh, the donut. Yeah, that's it.

Lambert's Family (aiden/lambert, teen, complete, 6k) Vesemir is the first to worry about it. Most children who are taken to Kaer Morhen are too young to remember where they came from, but Lambert was ten when he was dragged up the mountain. Though any thoughts of running away had long been beaten out of him, there was still a chance that Lambert would remember the road that would lead him to his former home.

Moon Dust and Almond Cake (aiden/lambert, teen, complete, 5k) “Just for a week, maybe two. Come with me if you want,” Lambert had said. “Got some things to take care of.” Aiden thinks it’s maybe a bit unusual that Lambert invited him to Kaer Morhen in mid-autumn rather than winter, but that’s not about to stop him from going.

Recovery (ivar/warritt, explicit, complete, 6k) Warritt came stumbling blind back into Gorthur Gvaed, and everything changed. Vipers he'd once called friends wanted him to dead. Vipers who had once respected him treated him like a dog, unfit to be a witcher or to wear the Viper medallion. Hoping that not everything has changed, Ivar's the only one he can still go to.

Recovery (aiden/lambert, explicit, complete, 1k) He wished the Cat had left him some wherewithal to enjoy it. Through the hum and white noise, he can hear movement. The bed creaks as a familiar warm body joins him. Hands skim over his bruising wrists and arms, smoothing over the skin and muscle there and willing blood to rush back. And Aiden’s voice lulls through the fog. “So good,” he trills, words washing over Lambert. “Always such a good boy for me. Such a pretty little pup.”

Solicitous (aiden/lambert, mature, complete, 4k) He spoke of a witcher strung up in a cage, shown off publicly like a wild animal - beaten and starved and treated without an inch of compassion. Yes, Lambert thought, life on the path could be cruel, but no one deserved that.

Stuck In the Middle With You (iorveth/roche, explicit, complete, 3k) Neither Roche or Iorveth has had sex with anyone who isn't their own species before. A couple of things turn out to be a surprise.

The Kaer Morhen Book Club (geralt/jaskier, aiden/lambert, teen, series, 17k) It’s a tradition the three of them hold. Whenever one of them finds a book of the right kind, he brings it back to Kaer Morhen to share with the others. They keep the books on a shelf in the library that they inexpertly installed themselves. Eskel drags a chair up to form their little semicircle in front of the library fire. Lambert opens the first bottle of krupnikas. ‘Well?’ Lambert says. ‘Either of you find a good one this year?’ ‘Feast your eyes, lads,’ says Eskel with relish, ‘on this.’ He waves an octavo at them. ‘Picked it up in Redania,’ he says. ‘Meant to be very spicy.’ He waggles his eyebrows, and Geralt grins. Jaskier is a romance novelist, and Geralt finds out.

#the witcher #lamden #eskel/jaskier #geregis #ivar/warritt #iorveth/roche #geralt/regis #fic recs

[e-m-christina]

Thank You 

Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Requested by @porgsandtheirplace and Happy Birthday to your friend! I hope you and her enjoy!

Pairing: Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Fluff, Romance. 

Summary: Childhood friends to lovers.

MASTERLIST

***

The longboat was fashioned from an ancient oak, with masts that stood tall against the brilliant blue sky. Instead of its once green foliage, it was adorned by sails of white to dove grey. Though to some, these sails were a symbol of the devil. 

You were sitting in the corner, lost in thought as the crew rowed with ease through the calm waters. It has been four years since you had last seen Ivar, but you had agreed to help fight in his Great Heathen Army, and get revenge for the death of Ragnar Lothbrok. Twirling a knife between your nimble fingers, you stared down the Saxon river. You were close now. Just a league ahead, you could make out the last of Ivar's fleet, sailing downstream like toy boats. Ivar and his brothers had already taken York and were waiting for the reinforcements: You and the rest of the Great Heathen Army, in case of another attack from the Saxons.

A smile worked its way onto your lips as you remembered when you and Ivar would talk about fighting side by side as children. Floki made you wooden swords so you could play fight with one another, and as young teens, you would devise elaborate battle plans for imagery wars. Up until two years prior, you were practically inseparable. You would stand up for him when others teased him for being disabled, and he would threaten anyone who as much as looked at you the wrong way. Though you could never bring yourself to tell Ivar, you were in love with him. You didn’t want to tell him, in case it would ruin your friendship, so you tried (unsuccessfully) to push those feelings down. But it didn’t work, because all those years later, the mention of his name made your heart beat faster. But you both had ambitions that sadly pulled you away from each other. Ivar wanted to conquer England, but your heart lay outside of England. You wanted to find new lands to explore and create settlements in. 

Within the first three years of your quest, you had conquered parts of Francia, made a trade deal that lent in your favour with the City of Kyiv and created Viking strongholds and settlements throughout Scotland. In all, you had created a name for yourself. Y/n The Red. A byword for the terror that was known from the bustling Silk Road to the tropical Mediterranean Sea. 

But your proudest achievement took place over the past year. After a storm had blown your fleet off course on your way to the outer Hebrides, you had found yourself travelling towards a new land. A land that was untouched by outside forces. The Golden Land. A land of plenty and beauty. The soils were rich and fertile, the water fresh, and the climate was welcoming. You had come across a native people that lived there and they called themselves the tribe of Navajo. And so you created the first peaceful settlement on the land that would later be named ‘America’. 

You often thought about Ivar and his brothers. Wondered what they had done with their lives. You had heard that Bjorn had sailed to the Mediterranean in hopes of finding new land. You could already hear his disappointment when he found out that you had already made your mark on an island named Sicily. After Ragnar’s death two years back, you were sure that the other sons of Ragnar would seek their revenge on England. It was during a trade meeting with King Harald that he mentioned that Ivar wished for you to fight alongside him to avenge Ragnar and take the city of York. After careful consideration, you had decided that it could strengthen your position, but also you would get to see your best friend again.

“Ubbe!” You grinned, jumping off the ship that was being unloaded by your men. “You haven’t changed a day!” 

“Neither have you, my old friend. Though, I think you have grown a couple more inches.” Ubbe laughed and you got a faceful of wolf skin as Ubbe tackled you into a bear hug. 

“Yes, yes, it is all heartwarming, but we need to get out of here before the Saxons come and murder us all.” You said with a chuckle, pulling away from the embrace with a smile. 

“I suppose you are right. On our way back to York, you can tell me all about your adventures. I’ve heard quite the tails.” Ubbe said, weaving you through the flurry of your warriors who were docking as quickly as they could. 

“I’m sure you have.” You said, beckoning the first wave of your men to follow Ubbe and you from the river bank and into the forest. “And I have heard a tale or two about this ‘Great Heathen Army,’ and how they defeated the King Aella and the Saxons. Very impressive. So, how are your brothers?” You asked, hopping over a fallen oak. 

“Hvitserk has become quite the warrior, and twice as hungry, since the last time you saw him,” Ubbe said, making you laugh. Why didn’t that surprise you? As children, Hvitserk would steal food off your plate at mealtimes when you weren’t looking. That continued until you were fifteen years old, and he was seventeen. After catching him in the act, an unspoken war had broken out between the two of you - stealing as much food from each other without the other noticing. 

“And Ivar is still a pain in the ass. But he still talks about you a lot. ‘Y/n this, Y/n that. If Y/n were here, she would call you all stupid.’” The thought of Ivar still talking and thinking about you, made your cheeks burn slightly. 

“What of Sigurd?” You asked. You were not close to Sigurd, but he was pleasant enough to you. It was his constant bullying of Ivar that made your blood boil, and on more than a few occasions, he wound up with a black eye. You looked at Ubbe, watching his smile drop.

“He died last year. Ivar killed him.”

***

After an hour of creeping through the lush Saxon countryside, you came to a clearing in the forest. Just ahead, lay the city of York. Its walls were tall and mighty, growing from the ground like grey, looming mountains, and had great wooden gates that were still slick from the blood of the last battle. 

“Here we are,” Ubbe said, pausing in front of the gates, with you and your men in tow. 

“Well are you going to let us in, or do we have to knock?” You snorted, swinging the huge gates open. You were instantly plunged into a town preparing for battle. Everywhere you looked, there were men and women hard at work, making swords, training, building up defences and drinking. The homes were turned into smithy’s workshops and ironmongers, and the ground had turned to sludge from hundreds of feet walking back and forth. 

“I will take your men to start getting prepared, and then I will go and get the rest of Ivars men from the river. Follow the screams, and they should lead to Ivar.” Ubbe said, waving your men through a tall stone archway. 

You wandered from street to street, trying to ignore the rats that would scuttle out from the shadows when you least expected it. The streets have been stripped from all stalls and markets and were replaced by the beginnings of great spiked traps and holes being dug and filled with oil. You presumed Ivar wanted to set the Saxons on fire.

“Have you seen Ivar Lothbrok or Hvitserk?" You would ask the men and shield maidens, but most of them would shake their head, or completely ignore you. Until you came across a tall, older man with shoulder-length white hair, dressed in black furs.

"Who's asking?" He grunted as he dragged parts of a splintered carriage behind him.

"Y/n." You said, starting to get annoyed at this point. "Y/n The Red." 

The man stopped in his tracks, and looked over his shoulder, scowling.

"Follow me." He carried on down the street at a sluggish pace, pausing now and then to check on the progress of others, and muttering every time you tried to speak.

"I should let you know, I am not good at long, uncomfortable silences-" You were cut off by the man stopping abruptly, making you walk straight into him.

"Here." The man grunted, before carrying on down the street. You were standing in front of a large stone building - bigger than all the others. You could feel your heart beating ever so slightly faster, as you made your way to the door. The last time you had seen Ivar, he was eighteen, rather shy, but very intelligent. The anticipation of wanting to know what became of him, washed away your prior nerves, and you swung open the door.

Upon the throne that was covered in bearskin, sat the boy you fell in love with, only now, he was a man. His once short hair was pulled back in long braids, and his face had become more defined. Ivars piercing blue eyes shot up at the sudden intrusion, and when they landed on you, a familiar smirk danced along his lips. 

“What took yourself so long?”

***

The past six days had been, to put it simply - amazing. You and Ivar clicked immediately. It felt just like the good old days. Apart from the battle planning, and preparing for another attack, you and Ivar had spent most of the time talking about what the two of you had been up to in the past few years, and planning to make the biggest army in history. 

You were perched on the edge of your seat, sipping on a horn of Mead, ignoring Hvitserk as he tried to sneak half your meal onto his plate. 

“So, Y/n. You mentioned this ‘Golden Land.’ Would you mind telling me more about it?” You turned to Ubbe, who had come in from the rain outside, and took a seat opposite you, shaking off his sodden cloak. 

“Oh yes. It was beautiful. At first I thought it had thought that I had stumbled across the Land of The Gods, itself!” You said, with a smile. 

“And how did you get th-”

“Y/n, would you mind coming with me for a moment?” Ivar had appeared behind you, leaning on his crutch. 

“Very well. I will tell you more about it later, Ubbe. Goodnight, and take Hvitserk to bed already, before he drowns himself in Mead.” 

Ivar had already turned, and was making his way through the lines of bustaling tables. Once you had left the fall, you were met with a downpour of rain, soaking you to the skin within seconds. Ivar didn’t say a word as he led you through the muddy streets and into his warm throne room. 

“Why did you wish to see me?” You asked, once you were inside, watching as Ivar limped over to the stone slab that had the map of York sprawled out, over it. 

“I have reason to believe that the Saxons will attack tomorrow morning, after dawn. Some of our scouts reported that the Saxons were gathering in strength, East from here.” Ivar said, but you waited for him to continue. “I think we can improve our defence plans. And I believe we could improve our plans by using the layout of the city. But I do not know how.” Ivar finished, his eyes trailing from the map, to you.  

“Well, all plans can be improved, I guess.” You said, walking over to the slab and flicking your eyes down to the map. It was drawn with intricate detail, it showed the spiraling towers, archways, buildings, houses and the Villa. You and Ivar had planned to use the marketplace as the main battle area. It was big, flat and had many vantage points. You would place your men on the tops on the buildings and shoot arrows from above. You stared at the parchment, fingers trailing the outlines of buildings, unaware of the Ivars' gaze. Your fingers paused as they reached the sewers at the bottom of the map. Then it clicked.

“The sewers.” You said, looking up at Ivar. His brows drew together as he stared at you in confusion. 

“The sewers?” He repeated slowly. 

“Yes, look, they are identical to the streets - a mirror image.” You said, as relizastion started to dawn on Ivars features. 

“And it is underground. We could pretend that we evacuated-” 

“Lure them into a sense of security.” You grinned, finishing his sentence.

“Y/n, you bloody mad genius! This may just work.” Ivar said, smiling wider than ever. 

***

The pungent stench of rotten human waste made your nose wrinkle. You had been in the sewers for an hour, waiting on the Saxon warriors, and at long last, they had arrived. Their muffled cries of false victory sounded through the thick stone walls, making Ivar smirk at you. 

“How long should we give them, until we attack?” Ivar leaned down and whispered in your ear. The hairs on your neck stood up at the sudden closeness, but you tried to ignore it.

“Another minute I would say. They seem happy.” You whispered back, suppressing a chuckle, as you slowly started to wade through the shin high muck water. 

“I’ll take my men to the south side gutter, and attack from there, and meet you in the marketplace.” You said to Ivar, who nodded.

“Don’t do anything stupid. I know what you are like.” He said, patting you on the shoulder.

“I’d never do such a thing.”

***

The battlefield lay quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the unburied. Their corpses lay among the cobbled streets that were now a slick red. The sun still shone and the wind still blew, but somewhere mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters waited in vain for their Christian warriors to arrive back home. The battle was won against the Christians and yours and Ivars men cried in victory as they finished off the injured Christians that clung to life. 

“That was stupid of you to rush into that crowd of Saxons to save me. You could have gotten yourself killed.” Ivar said, as you bound his injured arm. The two of you were sitting alone in the room as your warriors celebrated outside. 

“But I didn’t get killed, and you are still alive. It is a win, win situation. But if you keep complaining, I might just send you to Valhalla, myself.” You said, finishing the binding of his wound, before flopping down on the ground next to Ivar. 

“I’m guessing you want me to say ‘thank you,’ then?” Ivar said, rolling his sleeve down with a smile. 

“It would be appreciated. But I don’t think I have ever heard you say those two words, in my whole life.” You said,  making you both chuckle. A silence fell upon you again as you sat there, enjoying eachothers company, and resting after the intense battle.

“Y/n?” Ivar asked, breaking the silence. You turned your head and looked at him.

“Yes?”

“Stay. I have missed you for years, and I don’t think I could bear you leaving again, so soon.” Ivars voice had dropped to whisper as he stared into your eyes, making your breath catch in your throat. 

“I have missed you too, Ivar.” You paused, locking eyes with him. “I’ll stay then-”

Before you could finish, Ivar enveloped your lips with his. Your eyes instantly  fluttered shut as his hand traveled to your waist. Your face burned as he applied more pressure. His slightly chapped lips tasted of blood and sweat, yet they seemed perfect against yours - dominating, yet gentle. A small moan left your mouth as he gently nipped your bottom lip, before he pulled away. Your heart was fluttering against your ribcage as Ivar rested his head against yours. 

“Thank you, Y/n.’

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[niishiki]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Vikings (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Heahmund/Ivar (Vikings), Ivar & Ubbe (Vikings), Hvitserk & Ivar (Vikings), Ivar & Sigurd (Vikings), Hvitserk & Ubbe (Vikings), Bjorn & Ivar (Vikings) Characters: Ivar (Vikings), Heahmund (Vikings), Ubbe (Vikings), Hvitserk (Vikings), Sigurd (Vikings), Bjorn (Vikings) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Ivar (Vikings) is a Little Shit, Kattegat (Vikings), Forbidden Love, priest Heahmund, Older Man/Younger Man, teen Ivar, Heahmund tries his best, Community Service, church, Romance, Eventual Romance, Drama & Romance, Slow Romance, Forbidden Romance, Family, Family Issues, Dysfunctional Family, Big Brothers, Big Gay Love Story, Protective Older Brothers, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Past Drug Addiction, petty crimes, Implied/Referenced Bullying, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Brotherly Affection, Everyone Has Issues, Light Angst Summary:

“Community Service!” Ivar barked at his big brother as if it was an insult. “Can you fucking believe it?”

After his latest run-in with the law, Ivar is sentenced to eight weeks of community service. His summer break ruined as he has to spend it in the local church, he is dead-set on making the lives of everyone involved in his torment as miserable as possible. That is, however, before he comes face to face with the new priest.

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[ao3feed-vikings]

Azure Eyes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UTG57S

by chaoticlogic

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Summary: You full expect to become a slave to the Heathen Army when they destroy your town and line you all up like pigs for slaughter. However, you catch the eye of the Viking King and watch in shock as your life is changed forever. What is a simple girl to do when suddenly she is Queen of the Heathen Army and all of Kattegat?

Words: 1922, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ivar (Vikings), Reader, You, Hvitserk (Vikings), Ubbe (Vikings)

Relationships: Ivar (Vikings)/Reader, Ivar (Vikings)/You

Additional Tags: Marriage, Fluff, Romance, Angst

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[therealcalicali]

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

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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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[captainpoopweinersoldier]

Just dropping by to let you know that I love KYS, but also every time I read "KYS Ivar" in an ask my brain goes "Kill Your Self Ivar!", and it makes me imagine a very angry Ivar on the internet and THEN I remember what the letters actually mean.

Plot twist: Ivar is really an emo teen who runs an angst b&w blog and writes self insert gangster romance fanfic

#Anonymous

[dangerousvikings]

Christmas special prompts

❄️ It's the most wonderful time of the year ❄️

Hello, Dolls and Little Doves! Inspired by this magical season, @dani-si  and I thought about this prompts so we can enlight our holidays and be, in a certain way, all together. It’s very simple: everyone can join. You don’t have to be a reputed writer to do it, this is for fun.

Anything goes (Fluff, Angst, Smut… ) It has to be new content written by you. Let’s make it 200-2000 words, not too short or too long. Send us an ask with the prompt number and the character and we put you on the list. Please put warnings for content such as NSFW, excessive violence, or other triggering materials.

You can choose any character from Vikings (and cast), Sebastian Stan and his characters, Alex Høgh Andersen, Marco Ilsø, Marvel and DC universe.

Others TV shows and movies that could be included: Star Wars, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, Punisher, Teen Wolf, The Flash, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Stranger Things (DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT WRITING SMUT FOR KIDS AND TEENAGERS).

You don’t have to be following me or @dani-si​, everyone can participate.

Tag me and @dani-si​ and use the hashtag #daniandmiaholidays. If we don't respond. don’t hesitate to contact us.

Deadline 31.12.2017

Use your imagination :)

                            ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

You couldn't reach the Christmas decoration on the top of the shelf,  and character name  look tall : „ Please can you help me?“ @fuckyeahalexhoghandersen w /Alex

Playing in the snow and one of you gets snow down your shirt @kawennote09 w/ Marco 

Christmas Party where you and character name  sneak out @fl0wsb0thways w/ Ivar

Hot chocolate + cuddling in front of the fire @marvelfanuniverse w/ Barry Allen , @kolvanismirk with Ragnar 

You were putting up Christmas lights, and literally fell into character name arms @fayebay w/ Stefan Salvatore 

You and character name broke up, but now both of you meet at a Christmas party. @float-autumn-leave w/ Marco 

"Ho-ho-holy shit it's almost Christmas." @rekdreams247 w/ Alex 

"How come you're not on top of that tree, angel?" @vbiggs03 w/ Ivar

„Don't touch the cookies they are not ready yet!“ @september-stardust w/ Steve Rogers 

“It’s Christmas, and I’m after someone on my naughty list.” @doloreschanal w/Alex 

„ Why is there a mistletoe in every hallway? I cant escape it!“ @siren-kitten-his w/ Sebastian Stan  ; by  @bang-kim-bap with Bjorn 

„ If you try stealing the whipped cream of my hot chocolate again , I swear I will stab you with a candy cane“  @float-autumn-leave w/Hvitserk 

You and character name were playing in the snow and he suddenly tackled you to the ground, and now... both of you  are staring at each other. @lostinthoughtsandfeelings /w Ivar 

Character name pulling you in for a kiss with a scarf @papermoon2719 w/ Sebastian ;                                           @srgntbarnes w/ Bucky 

Ice skating with character name

Decorating home with character name @sanjariti  w/ Bucky 

Getting drunk at  Christmas party and being taken care of by character name @lxdyred  w/ Clint

„You got me a present?? But we hate each other“  @angryschnauzer w/ Ivar ; @lxdyred w/ Clint

Character name  was trying to peek at what your presents but you caught him  @jinchanyeolstolemysoul w/Bucky 

You and character name , sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas party. @lupy22  w/ Ragnar

Spending Christmas morning together

You own the best bakery in town and character name need an insane amount of cookies for his party

You and character name are at a Christmas party and his and yours friends got drunk and started going on about how cute you two  would be together

Character name  asked you what you want for Christmas, and you  was feeling really sarcastic and said „ A unicorn“ , and character name actually went out and got you a stuffed unicorn .  @siren-kitten-his w/ Chris Evans

"Let's drink our sorrows out with the elves and some eggnog." @lxdyred w/ Clint

You took the last bag of cotton candy and character name  said : „Either you going to share it with me or I’m going to fight you for it“ @alex-ivar-minx w/Alex 

Your car got stuck in snow and character name saved you @ivartheheathen w / Bucky  ; @angryschnauzer w/ Sebastian

„ You gave me the wrong present“ “You gave me the wrong present” by @sebashtiansatan  with Chris Beck .

You were having a snowball fight outside and character name  casually walking by : „Oh my God I'm so sorry I accidentally nailed you in the face“ @jinchanyeolstolemysoul  w/Bucky 

“Thanks for sharing the holiday spirit, psycho.” @wanderlustingandwandering w/ Ivar

Cooking a meal for Christmas together @ceridwenofwales w/ Ivar

Pretend boyfriend/girlfriend for family Christmas party

Introducing character name /reader to family over holidays  by @jinchanyeolstolemysoul with Jack Kline

Character name and reader are co-workers, but they barely know each other. They both have to work together through the holidays

First Christmas after moving together @ceridwenofwales w/ Ivar  ; @ilovethings-somuch  w/ Chris Evans

Character name /reader work at a store and the other keep coming in but never buy anything by @collecting-stories with Ivar

Character name is a Scrooge and you are a Grinch, both of you hate Christmas and decide to skip it together  @siren-kitten-his  w/Alex 

Exchanging Christmas gifts @alex-ivar-minx w/ Ivar

Character name  and you are estranged childhood best friends and meet again at a Christmas party

Character name and you compete in Christmas house decoration

Character name and you are stuck in a storm and both of you are forced to have a makeshift Christmas  by @dani-si with Bucky 

Character/reader vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time. Reader/character is that stranger

Your's/character's name best friend cheats the Secret Santa because he/she knows both of you  have a crush on each other

Character name dressed as Santa. ''You haven't been a good girl. I think you need some punishment“ @jinchanyeolstolemysoul w/Bucky 

Under the mistletoe @sconniebelle  w/ Halfdan 

Snowball fight

''Can I take a picture of you, so I can show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas?'' @b-j-d w/ Ubbe

''Are you Christmas? I want to Merry you''  @stuckyfox w/ Bucky 

“I didn’t think I was a snowman, but you just made my heart melt.” by @bang-kim-bap with Ivar 

“Oh darling, I take romance to a new level—I don’t cuddle, I hibernate.” by @guardianofthestars25  with Ivar 

                        ❄️❄️❄️❄️ ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

 @inthenameofodin    @nothingbuthappydays    @rachiieee    @synnersaint   @siren-kitten-his   @persephone-is-here-omg   @noaor   @ivartrash   @ivars-heathen   @ivarslittlelamb   @ivarbarnes  @lordavanti @sliceofparadise   @sweetvengeancee   @kitkat1690   @sugakookiexx  @dani-si    @ididntasktogetmadedidi   @theheathenqueendickubus   @arkrimwitchout   @tiyetiye    @fangirl-006   @kudosia   @ursulaismymiddlename   @fayebay    @zombie-zayde  @spookyfoxx1980    @radi0active-thoughts   @imaginesparadise     @cruelle-despairing-fish    @wanderlustingandwandering  @doloreschanal  @jinchanyeolstolemysoul @som3thingcr3ative  @anasoluchiha @minelskede @fl0wsb0thways @mrstheorossix3  @rekdreams247   @brightlycoloredteacups @titty-teetee​  @tinymoonshine  @ceridwenofwales @sconniebelle @pawallday  @hoeghfabulous @readsalot73 @alyhavoc @rubysglowingeyes @sebashtiansatan @sebatrash @angryschnauzer  @lupy22 @alex-ivar-minx @fuckyeahalexhoghandersen @kirah32  @rekdreams247  @float-autumn-leave @weareabunchofheathens @ivartheboneme @sanjariti  @lovelynemesis @bonniebird  @hornyorca @cherrytrinkets  @more-thaan-words @lostinthoughtsandfeelings  @sparklemichele @guardianofthestars25 @ivarthefuckboy @mcuimxgine @oddsnendsfanfics 

#daniandmiaholidays #vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar's heathen army #alex hogh andersen #alex høgh andersen #ivar ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson #jordan patrick smith #sigurd snake in the eye #hvitserk #marco ilsø #ragnar lothbrok #bjorn ironside #alexander ludwig #the walking dead #the flash #punisher #game of thrones #star wars #harry #halfdan & harald #harald #halfdan the black #the originals #the vampire diaries #stranger things #holidays #christmas #christmas game

[whenimaunicorn]

Sigrunn to Ivar: It's tearing up my heart when im with you, but when we are apart I feel it, too. And no mater what I do I feel the same, with or with out you.

Oh SHIT yes I kind of hate you, but yes Sigrunn would totally be the kind of teen screaming along to N’Sync

She also loves Britney Spears’ Toxic and Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance

#hold me down fic #this is the best #oc sigrunn #sigrunn haraldsdottir #ivar x sigrunn #90s pop is truth #Anonymous

[ao3feed-vikings]

The Northmen

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2VxOUqY

by campbellxliz

Modern Gang AU. Series of drabbels of Ivar and my OC Signe. The Northmen and the Saxons are two rival gangs run by the Ragnarssons and House of Wessex, respectively. Signe, still in high school, has to deal with typical teen drama, the challenges of falling in love, and the consequences of gang life.

Words: 508, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ivar (Vikings), Hvitserk (Vikings), Helga (Vikings), Floki (Vikings), Original Characters

Relationships: Ivar (Vikings)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Romance, Love, Lust, Vikings, Gang, Violence, High School, Drama, ivar/oc - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2VxOUqY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Vikings

[therealcalicali]

PROLOGUE: CLOSER TO ME

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.

Read Chapter 1 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 1

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 4 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

Read Chapter 9 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 9

Read Chapter 10 here: CLOSER TO ME: CHAPTER 10

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Prologue Warnings: None     

Word Count: 6500+         

Setting: Modern Vikings

Genre: Romance/Drama                   

Pairing: Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk (Love Triangle)

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

You suddenly felt very stressed out. Not that it didn't happen to you once in a while but this particular day was different. It was as if the conversation with your mother had taken you back to the awkward childhood and teen years you've tried so hard to escape.

“Come on Y/N. Let’s forget about it for now.” You advised yourself about your mom’s criticism of your personal life.

Despite it being a Friday night, you were scheduled to work so you didn’t have time to mope around. After a quick shower, you hastily dressed and put on your make-up. Since you didn’t have enough time to do any type of hairstyle, you opted for a sleek ponytail. After putting on your earrings, you grabbed your purse before you realized you had misplaced your car keys. For what seemed like forever, you tore up the apartment before you finally found them under the couch.

“How the hell did they wind up down there?” 

By now, your make-up had begun to smudge a bit due to your increased activity. The light layer of sweat was not only on your face but on your body as well. 

Grateful to have located the keys to your 1998 Honda Civic, you dashed to your balcony and opened the sliding glass door. Relaxing yourself, you allowed the cool night air to wash over you. You crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt finally stopped sticking to you as the moisture on your body dried away.

"Ugh! Why can't we ever just have a normal conversation? Just once!!" You pondered with exasperation looking off into the distance.

In silent contemplation, you stared into the beautiful night sky a few minutes before returning indoors to head for work. You had barely finished sliding on your black work pumps when you knocked over the forgotten cup of cold coffee onto the beige carpet.

"For the love of God! Can anything go right today?" You screamed in frustration. Your voice almost echoed in the one bedroom apartment you had resided in for only 4 months.

It was a new place as well as a new city. Just what you needed to get away from your overbearing family and nosey friends. And despite what they all thought, you didn't go running back home in defeat. Truthfully, you had surprised everyone. No one actually thought you could live so far away from home, but so far, so good.

You glanced at you cell phone for the time as you stepped out of your apartment door.

"Crap! 7:45 pm!" You observed with a roll of your eyes.

Your shift was supposed to start at eight but thanks to your mom, you had really lost track of time. Luckily, you lived pretty close to the freeway. Despite running late, with some luck you could probably get there at a decent time. You quickly made your way down the steps of the second floor all the way to the gated parking garage. 

"Hey Y/N! How have you been?" 

The sweet voice belonged to your neighbor and acquaintance Marianna. She was seated her red BMW waiting for the gate to open wide enough for her to leave. Looking at her immaculate makeup and her professionally styled hair, you immediately felt frumpy.

"I'm doing pretty good. Just running late." You replied with wave.

"Oh? So, what's his name?" Marianna gave you a devious grin. 

“Nothing like that. I'm just going to work." You said in a soft tone as you unlocked your car door.

Marianna shook her head with feigned disappointment and pulled her lips into a toddler-like pout. It actually got a genuine giggle out of you. She was quite a raven haired beauty with a very outgoing personality. You could definitely see that she had what most people would refer to as an A-type personality. The funny thing was that despite you being quite the introvert, you admired her jovial, outgoing nature. 

Besides, if it hadn't been for her picking conversations with you by force in the laundry room and apartment gym, you wouldn't know anyone except the people at work.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in three days. I'm working the New York route for extra money. Saving up for VEGAS you know." 

She made sure to emphasize the word Vegas because she had recently made you promise to go. For whatever reason, as busy as Marianna’s social life was, she seemed intent on befriending you. Why, you had no clue. But then again, you thought it would be sort of nice to experience new things with her leading the way.

With the gate finally opened all the way, Marianna threw you a peace sign and drove off.

When you finished buckling in, you tried to start your car. To your horror however, it took three attempts for the ignition to finally kick in. Upon hearing the engine and radio come to life, you heaved a huge sigh of relief. After the day you had so far, the car not starting would have just been the icing on the cake.

"Guess I do have some luck left after all." You though to yourself.

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Loud music and boisterous conversations hit you as soon as you walked into "Club 52". The state-of-the-art nightclub was a hot spot almost seven days a week. Obviously, the weekends were jammed packed. From live performances, burlesque shows and much more , it was lit. Needless to say that when it came to atmosphere, your workplace had it all.

"Well, well, well. Glad to see a certain somebody finally decided to join us. Welcome, il mio timido (Italian: my shy one)." Your boss; Frank Pesci's; deep voice boomed as you tried to quickly put on your apron behind the main bar counter.  

He was a dark haired, blue-eyed Sicilian who always wore tailored suits that fit him to perfection. And today was no exception. Even in late fifties, he was quite the head turner. Women of all ages flirted with him on a regular basis but he only had eyes for his wife of 25 years.

You gave your boss a nervous smile and hoped you weren't in any real trouble. Weekend were important in the club scene so you hated that you were almost half an hour late. Frankie; as he liked to be called; was the kindest man you had ever met so he most likely wasn't going to be too harsh. 

As you finished tying your apron, you tried to decide whether or not to lie about why you were late. As if he knew what you were up to, Frankie watched you with an amused expression as you brainstormed. His blue tie made his blue eyes seem even brighter as they gazed into Y/C eyes.

"Oh forget it! I better just stick to the truth." You told yourself finally.

"I'm so sorry. I guess I lost track of time while talking to my mom. It won't happen---."

Frankie lifted one finger up to cut off your apology. The action spoke volumes about what he was going to say. He had hired you after you practically begged for the job despite not having any experience. Being generous, he had taken pity on you after initially trying to dismiss you from the job interview.

You had explained how you were new in town and that he was your last hope before your rent was due. It was safe to say he was touched by your plight because he hired you despite better candidates interviewing that same day. 

Frankie shot you a genuine smile and calmly informed you it was going to be a busy night due to several private parties going on. The biggest private party was in the Blue Room and he wanted you and your coworker Folaki to host the event.

"ME? PRIVATE PARTY HOSTESSING? Nope!" You internally objected.

Just the mere thought of it made you feel queasy. Unfortunately before you could protest the duty, Frankie gave you a sly smile and walked off to talk to patrons. 

"Ugh! He did that on purpose!" You said aloud without realizing just how loud you had really been.

"You need to relax Y/N. It's not as bad as you think it's going to be."

Folaki, with her slight Nigerian accent, playfully bumped your hip with her own. She had worked at Club 52 for over three years and was super popular with the patrons. And much like Marianna, she was extremely sociable. 

Before you could get a word in edgewise, she grabbed you wrist lightly and soon had you struggling to keep up with her pace. As the two of you walked towards the Blue Room, Folaki enthusiastically tried to encourage you.

"Look Y/N, it's about time you worked the private parties. Trust me. They're so much fun. Just chat people up and play games with them. You'll get the biggest tips you’ve ever seen." Folaki said as she turned to you and swayed her hips seductively. "It's the best tips you'll ever get without working at a strip club girl. Trust me." 

You were quite horrified at the thought of chatting up strangers. It was all good and well when you worked the regular floor because you could be reserved and speak when necessary. But with party room guests, they were expecting a superb host/hostess for the money they dished out. 

"Do you think I could just switch out with Jason? I mean, he's done this tons of times. Besides, it will make things go smoother for you if he’s helping instead of me." You said attempting to convince Folaki as you passed by the Red Room. 

The Blue Room was within sight and your heart began beating in your ears so loudly that it drowned out all other sound around you. Folaki glanced at you after checking her makeup in her compact one last time.

"Don't even try it Y/N." She giggled while shaking her head. Seeing how nervous you were, she put her arm around you as you walked side-by-side. "Look, Frankie said he wants you to get out of your comfort zone. He strictly forbid everyone from switching assignments with you.”

Noticing your still apprehensive expression, Folaki gave you a tight squeeze. “Don't worry  so much. We're going to kill it. You and I are going to make a great team."

"Great.” You thought. 

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The Blue Room was buzzing with activity, music and lots of laughter. Despite being nervous as hell, you noticed that whomever had rented it out, had really good taste. The color scheme was white, black and blue and very upscale in decor. 

Typically the themes chosen by patrons ranged from amusing to gaudy but this was stylish all the way. You were so lost in thought that you almost forgot why you were there in the first place. That was until Folaki yelled your name. 

Looking up, you saw her at what appeared to be the main table beckoning you with her hand. Apprehensively, you began making your way through some attendees. As you neared the table, you nearly froze when everyone seated there turned to look at you. If it had been possible to run away at that very moment without getting fired, you would have.

There were several men and two women staring at you with various facial expressions. One of the women; a blonde; looked you up and down with some disdain before sipping her water. You noted that the men at the table were all very handsome. Not that you got a really good look because you tried to keep your eyes on Folaki. 

"So, as I was saying guys, I'm Folaki and this here is my partner in crime Y/N.”

You gave a polite wave to the group upon hearing your name. As you did so, you noticed that a guy with a somewhat solemn expression was looking at you instead of Folaki. It made you uneasy because you had always hated when people stared at you for too long. It made you self-conscious.

“We'll be your hostesses for tonight so don't be shy if you need anything." Folaki spoke with so much passion that everyone at the table was hanging on her every word. "And for the record, I'm not just talking food and drinks. If you need REAL competition come game time or karaoke, holler at your girl." She added pointing to herself with a haughty shift of her shoulders.

The last bit got a huge amount of laughter from everyone at the table to your surprise. The guys especially seemed entertained by her cocky declaration. One guy promptly slapped a hundred dollar bill onto the table. 

"Alright Folaki. You and me! We'll play Punch-Out when I'm ready!" The dark haired guy said with a distinct accent. His blue eyes danced as he playfully scowled at your coworker thinking she would back down.

"Well, it’s your money. Don't say I didn't warn you." A confident Folaki responded before pulling out the work tablet from her apron.

"Well then, two hundred says Folaki whips your ass Ivar!" Another guy said as he too slammed money down.

This caused ruckus and chatter as the others also placed bets. As this was going on, Folaki leaned down to a muscular blonde guy to get drink instructions. You watched all of it totally unsure of what to do or say next. Boy, were you ever out of your element. While lost in your thoughts; as usual; you felt a tug on your apron.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

You looked down to see the attractive guy that had been staring at you earlier. He still had hold of the hem of you apron despite having gained your attention. Tilting his head slightly, he smirked at your uncomfortable expression.

"I...um, I'm so sorry. Uh, is there anything I can do for you sir?"

He seemed genuinely amused by your nervousness and chuckled a bit. The blonde chick at the table didn't seem as entertained though. You noticed that she had leaned over to whisper something to the brunette. The two women looked at you and inaudibly laughed which caused the back of your neck to get hot. 

You knew very well they were talking about you and it wasn't anything nice, of that you were certain. You composed yourself as best you could and turned your attention to the attractive guy again and waited for his order. As he pondered, you took out your tablet. 

Fiddling with it at least gave you a reason not to look at anyone. Especially the two bitches who kept eyeing you for whatever reason. 

"You don't have to be so formal you know. Take a note from your friend Folaki. We don't bite." The blue eyed guy said with an innocent raise of his eyebrow. 

"That is….unless you want us to. Isn't that right Hvitserk?" A curly haired blonde exclaimed as he put the guy you were speaking with into a playful choke-hold.

"Get off me Sigurd, you jackass! Can’t you see I'm trying to get drinks?" Hvisterk said as he tried to get out of the wrestling hold. 

Finally, when he had set himself free, he elbowed Sigurd and looked at you again. You noted that all of them had heavy accents but couldn't quite place the origin. 

"Can’t you see I'm trying to get drinks?" A voice mimicked Hvitserk. 

You looked to see a handsome man walk up. The blonde man was so striking that you almost lost your train of thought. His expressive eyes danced over you a moment before turning them to Hvisterk.

"Happy Birthday son. So, think you’re man enough to take me down yet?" The man said as he wrapped a strong arm around Hvitserk's neck.

For his part, Hvitserk was stronger than he looked. He managed to escape his father’s sturdy clutch and stood up. The two of them stared each other down for a few moments, sizing each other up. You shifted on your heels nervous about what was going to happen next. To your relief, the father opened his arms and Hvitserk quickly embraced him.

“Thank God.” You thought.The last thing you wanted to do was clean up the aftermath of a fight.

As you observed them all, you noted that these people were quite aggressive. Not only in their actions but manner of speaking as well. You only hoped that the alcohol wouldn’t make them worse before the night was done.

"Ragnar! Well, I guess the Gods do have a sense of humor after all.” A slender and tall woman nonchalantly said arriving at the table. I'm glad to see you could make it. I thought for certain that you weren't coming. I guess your warden let you out for a change."

She placed her hands on Sigurd's shoulders and gave an obviously fake smile to the man. A few of the guys at the table noticeably cringed at her words. You could feel the tension at the table now and wished you could go check on other party guests. However, you decided to stay put. After all, it would have been rude not to wait for Hvitserk’s order. Especially now that you knew he was the guest of honor.

Ragnar scowled at the woman a moment before popping on a great big smile to your amusment.

"I see you're as beautiful and charming as ever Aslaug. You can rest your mind now because as you can see, I am very much present for my son's party." He added a crooked smirk at the end which seemed to irritate the Aslaug.

"Politely bickering as usual, aye?" A tall man happily jeered. 

He patted Ragnar on the shoulder and waved to Aslaug to her obvious annoyance. With a fake smile still plastered on her face, she departed causing almost the entire table to sigh in relief.  

"Was it something I said?" The tall man mischievously asked aloud. 

Ragnar and the others laughed at his remark but one guy in particular remained stone-faced. It was the boisterous one that had bet on the arcade game against Folaki. You knew his name started with an “I” but just couldn't remember what it was.

"Uncle Floki, mother is very sensitive." He gently stated with sincerity. "We shouldn't make light of her concern for us all." He stressed. 

The Floki gentleman laughed harder as did Ragnar. Even the other guys; who were trying not to laugh; couldn't contain their snickers.

"Ivar, please! You mother is the last person anyone would ever describe as sensitive." The muscular blonde guy chimed in as he ate a tortilla chip. 

Everyone burst into laughter again as Ivar glared at all of them with the most intense eyes you had ever seen. He had a storm in them no doubt. There was definitely something uncontrollable and ominous hidden underneath his handsome facade.

"Bjorn, my dear brother, you wound me." Ivar said in an oddly calm tone. "My mother has been through a great deal. Perhaps you could be more, oh, I don't know, understanding? He leaned back into his chair as he continued. “After all, your mother did everything in her power to make sure she won father back. Now mother is all alone. So you see, she has every right to be sensitive." A stern Ivar concluded.

Bjorn rolled his eyes and without a word got up to talk to other people, you assumed. From your peripheral view you saw Folaki finish speaking to a group of people near the door before leaving the Blue Room. Most likely to fill orders. The tension was still quite thick when suddenly Ivar's eyes landed on you.

"Hey you!" He snapped. "Why are you just standing there? Do your damn job and fuck off!"

Boy, did you wish you were dead. Everyone turned their attention to you. The blonde chick seated near Sigurd and Hvitserk covered her mouth as she giggled loudly. The brunette smiled slightly but seemed uncomfortable by what had just occurred. If there was ever a time where you wished the ground could open up and swallow you whole, this was it.

"Ivar! That's uncalled for." Sigurd said in your defense. 

"Shut up Siggy. He turned from Sigurd and looked you square in the face. “She's a worker who's supposed to be fetching food and drink not standing around listening to private conversations." 

Ivar silently taunted you upon noticing that your eyes were welling with tears. You were trying so hard to hold them in but knew that they could begin dropping at any moment. Your hands gripped the tablet so hard you thought for sure you would crack it eventually. Ivar looked quite satisfied with himself for whatever reason and was smiling in victory at you. 

"Um, I...I'll go check on the catering and your other orders. If...uh, you need anything else I'll be back in a few minutes." You quickly said and turned on your heels as quickly as possible. 

You were so eager to leave the scene that you navigated through the packed party effortlessly. As you were leaving, you faintly heard your name being called but chose to ignore it. You had to get away from those people at the head table NOW!

"Air. I gotta have some fresh air!"

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Somehow you managed to get into the employee break room before the tears finally fell. The bitter saltiness hit your tongue as you wept uncontrollably.

“Why are some people such assholes?” You wondered.

After a few minutes, you managed to pull yourself together. You wiped your face with Kleenex tissues and looked yourself over in a large mirror. Aside from your eyeliner being smudged, you looked alright. However, the slight puffiness of your eyes did giveaway the fact that you had been crying. You powdered your face and reapplied you lipstick before tossing them back into your locker  

“Jerk! I should have cracked this damn tablet over his head." You said aloud as you sat down on the sofa. 

Placing the tablet on your lap, you checked on their order statuses. Despite everything, you didn't want to make trouble for Frankie by not doing your job well. As you were getting ready to go outside for fresh air your cell buzzed. When you looked and realized it was your parent’s number you decided to let it go to voicemail. After all, you had enough bad things occurring at the moment without your mom coming for round two. You went out into the club and past the main floor without stopping to speak to anyone. 

You made your directly towards the exit anticipating fresh air. You finally got it as you stepped out onto the busy sidewalk. The streets were full of pedestrians of all ages out for a good time. Observing them almost made you forget the humiliation you had just endured.

The city was affluent and safe so you were never surprised to see the preteens out and about as well. As a group of them passed by you, one girl handed you a giant pink lollipop. You smiled and thanked them as you leaned against a streetlight. The owner of the flower shop across the street; Ms. Zimmel; noticed you and waved. She was most likely out for her regular smoke break. Unlike most flower shops, she was smart enough to keep her store open late into the night. 

But then again the location was unique. There was always heavy foot traffic so naturally she made a killing much like the other businesses on that strip. As you waved back to Ms. Zimmel, you felt a light tap in your shoulder.

"Excuse me. Y/N, correct?"

You turned around and came face to face with the curly haired blonde who had defended you.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

"I don't mean to bother you but…oh, where are my manners. I'm Sigurd by the way." He said extending his hand.

At first you were apprehensive but he looked at you with kind eyes which made you relent and shake his hand. Pleased by your willingness to listen, he immediately continued speaking.

"My father asked me to come and apologize to you, as did my brother Hvitserk. He's the one we’re throwing the party for." He grinned.

"Thanks Sigurd. Look, don't worry about it. I...I'm a professional and I'm going to finish the event despite what happened." 

You replied looking down at the pavement so he couldn't see that you didn't believe your own words. In actuality, you had no desire to return to the Blue Room but, knew you had to. At least you received an apology despite it not being from creep who insulted you in the first place.

Almost like he read your mind, Sigurd stated that he was sorry that Ivar had not apologized. 

"Don't take it too personally though Y/N. When my brother does stuff like this…he NEVER apologizes.” Sigurd shook his head in a show of exasperation. “It's just unfortunate that you happened to be within his gaze at the wrong time."

His words seemed very genuine so you finally decided to look up at him again. As you did, you took notice of a taller blonde guy with a long ponytail walk up behind Sigurd. 

“What the hell are they? A rock band or something?” You wondered.

"So what devious little things is my little brother convincing you to do? Rob a bank, knock off a few liquor stores?"

The blonde guy roughly tussled Sigurd's hair triggering Sigurd to elbow him hard in response. 

"For your information Ubbe, I was just making sure our hostess was okay."

"Well, are you?" Ubbe asked with a twinkle in his light blue eyes. He looked you up and down in a peculiar manner but you pushed it out if your mind. 

"Yeah. Thanks um..."

“Ubbe.” Ubbe interrupted to provide you his name.

“Thanks Ubbe. I appreciate the concern.” You said with a faint smile.

"We Lothbroks are gentlemen for the most part. You'll see." Ubbe gave you a crooked smile that resembled his father's. "Well, shall we go in and do this party up or what?" He asked you.

You knew it was time to do your job despite your heart not really being in it. Besides Folaki needed you and that outweighed some jerk talking down to you.

"Okay. I'm ready."

 ___________________________

When you entered the Blue Room behind Sigurd and Ubbe, you made a bee-line towards Folaki who had just finished placing a massive tray of tequila shots on the table. In her other hand she balanced an equally large tray of lemons, limes and salt shakers. How she managed to be so skillful and coordinated, you would never know.

When you reached her side, you thought she was going to be angry that you had vanished without telling her where you were going, but she wasn’t.

“Everything okay Y/N?”

“Uh, yeah. I was actually about to ask you the same thing.” You replied a bit surprised at her concern.

She placed the other tray down and whispered that she had heard about your incident from the Hvitserk. He had even asked her to find you and make apologies but she was unable to locate you.

“Oh, that’s because I was outside. Thanks for telling me though.” You said as you tried to stealthily glance at Hvitserk.

He must have been looking at you already because your eyes met as soon as you turned your head. You felt like such a dork as the two of you looked at each other for a moment. After all, you had not intended on getting caught. Without breaking his glance, Hvitserk lifted his tequila shot up as if to toast you. As you watched him as if you were hypnotized, he took the shot and winked flirtatiously. 

The wink made you turn from him immediately. What you didn’t know was that the abrupt manner in which you turned away amused Hvitserk. He leaned over to laugh about it with Ubbe, Sigurd and his Uncle Floki.

“I think our other hostess is one of those shy types. It’s so different than what I’m accustomed to.” Hvitserk chuckled as he grabbed a lemon wedge and another shot of tequila from the tray.

Ubbe looked over at you and back to the guys. 

“Indeed. No one would ever describe our women as shy.” Ubbe said with another glance in your direction.

Sigurd nodded his head in agreement and took a shot. Hvitserk took another shot and stated that he found it fascinating to interact with a woman who wasn’t aggressive. Ivar rolled his eyes at their conversation but said nothing. He was too busy trying to keep the blonde girl; now seated next to him; from giving him a hickey.

“We’re at a party with my family. Control yourself woman!” He commanded as she playfully leaned on him and stroked his cheek.

“But you said you liked it when I’m the initiator. Besides, I’m bored.” She cooed in a phony erotic tone.

The brunette girl swigged down her tequila and bit her lemon wedge. After she threw the peel down, she looked at the blonde.

“What my cousin means to say, Ingrid, is that it’s all good and well when we’re hanging out but not with our parents and extended family around. I mean, it’s kinda gross.” The brunette added with a bit of irritation in her voice.

“Whatever Tonna. Unlike you, I am not afraid of public displays of affection...or what people think about me for that matter.” Ingrid replied with pride.

Tonna, wanted to say something else but decided against it. She instead turned to chat with Ubbe. The fair-haired Ingrid snuggled her head on Ivar’s shoulder who, for whatever reason was scowling at you. 

He watched as you served some attendees and then arrive back at the head table. Folaki had gone to speak with the caterers about the cake so you were on your own.

“Hey everyone.” You said softly. “The food is going to be served soon but I wanted to know-”

“Louder! For the love of Odin, who exactly is supposed to hear anything you’re trying to say?” Ivar bellowed.

Your heart started beating rapidly as you tried to remain calm. You had hoped that the asshole was done harassing you for the night but obviously he wasn’t. A drunk Floki; who was standing behind Ivar; shook his head as he patted the young man’s shoulder. It was his silent way of telling his nephew to take it easy.

“Don’t pay him any mind, my dear. He’s just having a bit of fun with you.” A jovial Floki said.

“Fun? This is the little bastard’s idea of fun?” You thought.

Ivar’s sinister glare didn’t diminish. You could literally feel his intimidating energy all over your body despite avoiding looking in his direction.

“I, I was saying that, if there’s anything you need before I go check on your guests, please-”

“This must be the work of Loki! I mean, this can’t be real. Seriously, were you a death-mute when you were younger Y/N?” Ivar cupped his hand to his ear as if he was struggling to hear you. “Speak up!”

Everyone watched to see what your reaction was going to be. Naturally some were laughing because the liquor had kicked-in with the exception of Sigurd, Hvitserk and Ubbe. Ubbe especially, was over Ivar’s behavior. As he sipped his rum and coke, he glared at his younger brother. Despite giggling a little bit, even their cousin Tonna seemed to feel a bit sorry for you. She hit her cousin’s shoulder and told him to stop.

Remorseless, Ivar shrugged his shoulders and acted stunned that she would defend you.

“What cousin?” He said innocently. “Do you not see that she isn’t made for this? Hun er en skæftig mus! (Danish: She’s a timid mouse!) You can tell she’s never been popular.” He impishly looked at you. ”Isn’t that right mus?”

You felt like someone had exposed you. As if his words had left you naked in front of everyone. You were angry and sad all at the same time. It was a familiar mixture of emotions you hadn’t felt since moving to your apartment. Your mind flashed with images of your youth and college years. It was just a blur of bad memories.

“Look at her. She’s like a deer in headlights.” A pleased Ivar said as he swigged his tequila down.

A dark haired guy placed his hand on your shoulder snapping you out of your daydream.

“Apologies, my dear. I’m afraid he gets quite temperamental when he drinks. To answer your question, we are in need of several pints of beer. Guinness, if you please.”

“Tell her to make some of them extra stout, Alfred.” A drunk Ragnar said as he walked past the two of you.

“Well, I suppose you heard my Godfather’s request.” Alfred laughed. 

You were just about to do as Alfred had asked when Ivar’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Hey, Y/N! Not only are you apparently quite incompetent at your job but daft as well. Look, I’ll spell if for you. B E E R! ” He wrinkled his nose at you and furrowed his eyebrows like a mischievous child. “Now.......fetch!”

Ivar continued drinking his beer and chuckling at the same time. His amusement at your expense was bad enough but commanding you as if you were a dog pissed you off. At that moment in time, his smug face and chuckling was all you could see. It simply pushed you over the edge. And that’s when it happened.  

You don’t know why you did it, but you did something you didn’t know you were capable of. After all, you were always nice even in the worst of situations. But not this time. You snatched the commemorative beer horn out of a stunned Alfred’s hand. In a heartbeat, you leaned past a tattoo-faced man and poured all of the horn’s contents on Ivar. 

Ingrid, the blonde chick, must have perceived what you were about to do because she moved quickly enough from Ivar’s shoulder that only a few drops hit her.

Cold, dark beer washed over his head, face and down his upper body before he even realized what was happening. You didn’t stay to see his reaction, or anyone else’s for that matter. Still clutching the beer horn, you rushed towards to exit of the Blue Room as quickly as your pumps would allow. You heard the great ruckus behind you but didn’t turn around. If you weren’t imagining things, you could swear it sounded like applause and laughter.

In the Blue Room, the word of what you did spread like wildfire. The men especially got a huge kick out of your actions. The reason for their admiration of your actions was due to whom Ivar was. Not that the other men in his family weren’t feared but Ivar was another story altogether. Despite being the youngest Lothbrok, he was as savage as he was cunning. And when it came to him dishing out cruelty, let’s just say no one had ever given a dose of his own medicine.

“You deserved it, Ivar.” A tipsy Hvisterk said to his brother who was being dried off by Ingrid. 

The blonde was going on and on about how you would be fired once your boss got word. As she continued to dry him the best she could, Ivar stood motionless with a scowl that could kill. If you had been there, he may have very well done so.

“We should complain to her supervisor as soon as possible.” Ingrid suggested wiping Ivar’s hair with a towel your coworker Folaki had provided. 

Despite knowing what you had done, Folaki was keeping it to herself. She knew you needed time away from everyone so worked the floor herself. Since the food was already being served by catering, she didn’t have to do anything except serve drinks.That was something she could do with her eyes closed so she kept working hoping you were alright.

It didn’t take long for Aslaug, their mother, to rush over to the head table. She looked at her son Ivar with shock. Almost as if she thought the story about a hostess pouring beer on her son had been a lie. Without asking, she snatched the towel from Ingrid’s hand and continued drying Ivar’s hair herself.

Hvitserk wasn’t going to watch his mother dote over Ivar when he was in the wrong. He stood up and in his typical quiet manner, began to walk away. 

“Son, I hope this didn’t ruin your party.” Aslaug said as she finished drying Ivar’s hair.

“Of course not mother. I’m just going to mingle with some of our guests. After all, I can’t sit at the head table all night.” He added glaring at Ivar.

Ivar was unfazed. He wasn’t a stupid man and knew very well what his brother was implying my the look he gave. Despite what Hvitserk or anyone else thought, Ivar simply didn’t see anything wrong with his actions. In his eyes, you were the only one in the wrong and that was then end of it as far as he was concerned. 

Floki; who was seated nearby with his wife Helga; knew you were in trouble. All the enjoyment everyone got out of Ivar’s comeuppance most likely increased his rage towards you. 

“Ivar, let us see if we can do this without making the poor girl lose her job.” Floki leaned and whispered in his nephew’s ear.

But Ivar’s mind was made up. He didn’t process things like most people so you would have to make amends. What that was, even he didn’t know what he wanted from you just yet. But he knew he wanted you to grovel.

“If I am satisfied that she is remorseful Uncle, then fine. But if not, she can live on the streets for all I care.” He looked at Floki with a very sedated expression. “She would learn what happens when you don’t think of the consequences of your actions.

“You’re one to talk.” Bjorn said taking a seat with a massive beer mug in hand.

“No one was speaking to you, brother. I was the one offended and I will deal with it as I see fit!” Ivar replied with flared nostrils.

“Why don’t we all just have some more drinks first.” Harald Finehair suggested as he got Folaki’s attention. He asked her to bring bottles of a strong liquor called Akvavit.  

It was a smart move on Harald’s part. He and his brother Halfdan knew that if they let Ivar keep going on, he would only wind himself up even more. They had seen what he was capable of in his moments of blind rage and didn’t feel like seeing any of it that evening.

____________________________________

In the breakroom, you had been seated on the floor by your locker for what seemed like forever. You were still shocked about everything. If the beer horn hadn’t been laying by your side, you wouldn’t have believed that you had poured beer on a patron.

“That little shit! Now I’m going to lose my job. I should have held it together better.” You vented. “I shouldn’t have let him push my buttons like that.”

You decided not to delay the inevitable. You knew you had to face the music and there was no use in hiding in the breakroom. Because sooner or later, the word was going to spread to Frankie. As you stepped out of the breakroom, you almost crashed into Jason. He was one of the nicest people at your workplace and the two of you hit if off from day one. He was Jewish but he would always  inform everyone that he wasn’t a “practicing Jew”.  Whatever that meant. The two of you were pretty close so naturally he took the opportunity to tease you about working your first private party.

“So, virgin, how’s it going so far? Was it all you thought your first time would be?” He joked.

You hesitated a moment before you ran down the whole story about being harassed all night and what you did prior to hiding in the breakroom.

“Well, personally, it sounds like he deserved that shit. You should have hit him with the beer horn too.”

You burst into laughter at Jason’s response. His funny remark actually made you feel better than you had all night. 

“Look, if they try to get you in trouble with Frankie, I’ll go to bat for you.” Jason said giving you a quick hug. “Now, let me go check on my VIP’s”

With that, the two of you went your separate ways. Since you had made up your mind to tell Frankie everything yourself, you began walking towards the main floor of the club. 

I’ll just tell Frankie everything and hope for the best.” You thought. “One thing’s for sure, I won’t apologize. Jason is totally right. That guy deserved even worse!”

As you turned left into one of the corridors near the private party rooms, you were caught off-guard by a sight that made your heart sink.

You saw the man you were wishing death and all other types of natural disasters upon headed in your direction. You weren’t sure if he had been trying to find your boss or another manager but you suddenly didn’t care. All your anger dissipated as you watched him wince with each step he took. You just felt terrible for what you had done now that you saw his true condition. Having grown up with a cousin who was Autistic, you had a real soft spot for people with disabilities.

Despite the numerous people in the corridor, Ivar’s blue eyes somehow found you. Clearing your throat you approached him quickly so he wouldn’t have to walk any further. As soon as you were in front of him, his eyes darkened and his expression was that of a man who could strike you down on the spot.

“Y/N! You have some nerve! You think you could embarrass me and just walk away? Well, you’re--”

“I’m sorry.”

Ivar’s voice broke as you interrupted him. He looked at you with confusion and anger. Regardless, he was taken aback.

“What I did was beyond unprofessional. It was also very rude to do that to you in front of your family and friends.” You added.

He looked at you for a little while before he finally said that he wanted you to apologize to him in front of everyone at the party. 

“You did it publicly so you can apologize publicly.” He added.

“Okay. It seems like the right thing to do.” You replied.

Ivar scoffed as he began walking towards the Blue Room again. 

“Right thing to do?” He echoed your words. “Are you always so eager to make amends Y/N?” He looked at you as he took his painful steps. “Should I assume you to be a pushover?”

Your actually pondered his question for a moment instead of getting mad. In actuality, your friends back home had always accused you of being a pushover despite them being the one’s who took advantage of you most.

“I’m not a pushover.” You asserted to his amusement. 

“Sure. A smirking Ivar said. “Is that why you apologized without me even speaking to your boss?”

Since he was actually somewhat correct, you said nothing. The rest of the walk to the Blue Room was silent. Ivar didn’t say anything else and you felt that you had pushed your luck with him far enough for one night. 

_________________________________

When you entered the Blue Room, the party was in full swing. People were having too good of a time to pay any attention to the two of you. Everyone except Hvitserk, who swiftly made his way over to see what Ivar was up to.

“What’s going on here?” He looked at you and then to Ivar.

Ivar rolled his eyes without giving response. He instead grabbed a cocktail off the tray a passing Folaki was holding. She locked eyes with you briefly as if to wish you luck before disappearing into the crowd.

“I’m going to give an apology to your guests...and Ivar.” You answered.

“What?” A displeased Hvitserk looked at Ivar. “Why are you making her do this?”

“No. Listen, it was my idea.”It wasn’t your idea of course, but you could tell that the two brothers differed on how you should make amends. “I crossed the line. After all, it’s my duty to remain professional no matter what’s going on.” You assured him.

As you tried to walk past the two brothers to go find a microphone, you felt a strong hand grasp your arm. You turned around to see a smug Ivar leaning on his crutch and holding your arm with his free hand. He then looked at Hvitserk who seemed as confused as you were. With his eyes still on his brother, Ivar spoke to you.

“Y/N, it is okay. Now that I think about it, the apology in the hallway will suffice.” He said letting go of your arm.

You had no clue as to why he had changed his mind but whatever the reason was, you were grateful. 

“Thank you so much...Ivar. And you as well Hvitserk.” You began walking in the direction of Folaki. “If you two are okay for the moment, I’m going to help Folaki. Let me know if you need anything.”

Hvisterk watched you walk away until he could no longer see you which, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Ivar.

"Enjoying the view brother?”

A blushing Hvitserk shook his head and popped a potato chip in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to give Ivar an answer.

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If I Had a Heart: The Saga of Ivar and Ita

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by ShortInsomniac98

Ivar the Boneless is the brutal Viking warrior-ruler who was responsible for the founding of Dublin. After him, three of his sons were Kings of Dublin. History remembers these fierce men, while there is no record of a wife or mother. With this story, I have given Ivar a wife and his sons a mother, a young Irish woman called Ita. Also on FF dot net.

Words: 44935, Chapters: 14/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Ivar (Vikings), Ubbe (Vikings), Hvitserk (Vikings), Margrethe (Vikings), Bjorn (Vikings), Torvi (Vikings), Original Female Character(s), Original Characters

Relationships: Ivar (Vikings)/Original Female Character(s), Margrethe/Ubbe (Vikings), Hvitserk/Margrethe (Vikings), Hvitserk/Margrethe/Ubbe (Vikings), Bjorn/Torvi (Vikings)

Additional Tags: Vikings, Ireland, Action/Adventure, Romance, Family, Eventual Smut

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Escucha mi voz.

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by Amazona17

No elegimos a quien amar es algo que se encuentra fuera de nuestro alcance. Algo que simplemente sucede, no podemos escoger quien dejará una huella indeleble en nosotros.  

Words: 1349, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Heahmund (Vikings), Ivar (Vikings), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Heahmund/Ivar (Vikings)

Additional Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Car Accidents, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Modern Ivar (Vikings), Musicians, Love at First Sight, Love

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Heathens

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by LunaoftheBlueMoon01

Blaeja had imagined her life very differently, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined what her fate would be.

Words: 2533, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Blaeja (Vikings), Judith, Sigurd (Vikings), Bjorn (Vikings), Ubbe (Vikings), Ragnar Lothbrok, Ivar (Vikings), King Aelle (Vikings), Hvitserk (Vikings), Halfdan the Black, Harald Finehair, Lagertha (Vikings), Aethelwulf (Vikings), Alfred (Vikings), Ealswith (Vikings), Ecgberht

Relationships: Blaeja/Sigurd (Vikings), Blaeja & Sigurd (Vikings), King Aelle/Blaeja (Vikings), Blaeja (Vikings)/Original Character(s), Blaeja & Judith

Additional Tags: Great Heathen Army, Romance, power, Loss of Innocence, unlikely love, Minor Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon, Arranged Marriage, Falling In Love, Revenge, Ragnar's sons, Tales, Mythology - Freeform, northumbria, History

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The winds of the North

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by CamilleDuDemon

After the shipwreck that takes Ragnar Lothbrok and his son on the coasts of Wessex, the young healer Hilda finds Ivar on the shore and, without thinking about it twice, she decides to save his life. Bad omens follow her reckless action, but she's determined to prove the fate wrong while struggling to find her place in a family where being a common healer isn't easy as it seems.

Words: 3203, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ivar (Vikings), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Ivar (Vikings)/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Illnesses, Canon Disabled Character, Eventual Smut, Awkward Romance, Cultural Differences, Healers, Domestic elements, foresight

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