#prince x peasent

[zorosleftmantit101]

Royal AU, Princess reader x (Peasent) One piece character who would you like to see (Poll at bottom)

(Reblogs are greatly apprecited)

Preveiw:

Scouting through the halls of the castle, you stopped at a window, overlooking the town below. Your gown slithered snuggly against your body as the wind kissed your cheeks. You felt the town call a silent song for you, your heart yearning to see the people below. "Oh dear Y/N, I've been looking for you everywhere, don't waste your time looking over that filthy village, come with me, a bath has been drawn for you." An elderly woman calls, shuffling up to grab you by the elbow, before yanking you away.

"Nanny Arlem why am I never allowed down to the town" you grumbled as a pale of warm water was poured over your head. Pulling the dampened hair from your eyes, you looked at her beside you. 'Tsking' in irritation Nanny Arlem rubbed a soapy sponge along your back. "if you really must know, it's filled with peasants and filth, no one a princess like you should be associating with," she huffed, dropping the sponge in the water to go fetch a towel.

Standing so she may drape the towel over your shoulders, you looked out your bathroom window, situated on the opposite side of the town with a magnificent view of the hills and lake, yet not the view you wanted most of all. Deciding to drop the subject, you dried and clothed yourself before making your way to bed, watching the setting sun drape orange hues of light across your room. An hour had passed and you were still lying in a sleepless rest engulfed in darkness as the stars and moon ruled the sky.

As a Princess, you had to stay within the castle and gardens, serving your father until you potentially had to be shipped off for some bullshit arranged wedding. Nights were long and days were longer as the only part of the castle open to you were the gardens and the library and they were hardly filled with anybody worth staying for. You were ultimately trapped, "Such a horrid life having to live in a rich castle with fresh food, water and servants at your disposal" one might jest, Yet life was hardly enjoyable because what's the use of having all these amazing things in your life if it's not a life you want to live.

Comment Below Any other characters (with job) you might like to see

I would like to get a lot of opinions on this so reblogs are greatly apprecited

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[deru-shigaraki]

Belphegor x Beelzebub x reader (princes/peasant one shot)

SMUT WARNING 

You were poor. Dirt poor. You had nothing to your name but the clothes on your back and a necklace around your neck. It wasn't made with a golden chain it was just a piece of binder twine tied to you, only the sparkling silver charm making it look even somewhat decent. It wasn't worth anything of course, it was just something that you came across one day and you thought it was pretty. You considered it to be the most beautiful thing that you owned. Granted there wasn't a lot to compare it to. You lived in a very small house, in town next to the bakery. Your Aunt and uncle worked there with their two children. You were never allowed to help. Even though you were a teenager, they treated you like a unless baby, never letting you in the store, afraid you might mess something up. It didn't really bother you. They gave you food and a place to sleep, that was all you needed. As for entertainment, you found most of your hobbies out in the woods. Your uncle had warned you about getting too close to the castle. The Nobels were cruel and didn't take too kindly to peasants like you. However his words didn't affect you. The trees next to the castle weren't only prettier than the ones near your home, but some of them also grew apples and oranges. It was the only place to pick sweets. You never seen anyone else picking the fruit, probably because it wasn't allowed, like your uncle said. You thought about how it was actually pretty genius of you to come and sneak fruit in the middle of the day. If everyone was really as scared of the Nobels, then they wouldn't dare come and steal the fruit. So why would the trees be guarded? You were quick and quiet, taking what you wanted and then hiding somewhere off into the woods where no one would disturb you. Today you settled a little closer to the castle than you usually did. You wanted to eat your prizes and watch the birds that flew in and out of the castles garden. You wanted more than anything to go in there and see. You fantasized about what the flowers and plants would look like. Sadly the tall and thick hedge wall made that an impossible dream. You leaned against a tree, closing your eyes, full and ready for a nap. The birds were chirping and the shade was keeping you cool along with a soft breeze. You dozed off in a matter of seconds and would have stayed sleeping for hours if it wasn't for the lifting of your skirt. You're eyes shot open, your legs instinctively kicking. For good measure, you also hucked an apple at the creep in front of you. Once you calmed down, you noticed that it was a boy. He had his arms covering his head, scared of getting attacked by you. You scooted back against the tree, wrapping your arms around your knees glaring at him. When he lifted his head, you realized that he was clean, no dirt or dust covering his face. His ginger hair was washed and shiny, and his eyes were bright. A bit scared of her of course but he should have known better. He cleared his throat, about to speak. His voice was deep, you were guessing that he was a few years older than you. "I'm sorry, I thought you were sleeping..." He admitted. You stared at him in disbelief. He was kneeling on his knees, his hands fiddling with each other in his lap. You huffed. "That's not an excuse to be a pervert!" you snapped and the boy blushed, looking away from her. "I'm not a pervert, I just..." He trailed off, not finishing his sentence. You rolled your eyes. He was a pervert. You looked over him some more. Seeing his nice clothes, that seemed a bit too tight for his shoulders. He must have had some muscle. You questioned him some more. "What are you?" She asked and the boy glanced at her momentarily. "I'm a prince." He told you, but regardless of his fancy clothes you doubted that. "If you're a prince, then where is your crown?" You asked and he finally looked at you fully. "I don't get to wear mine, I'm clumsy. Barbatos says that I'd break it." he explained and you hummed in thought. "Barbatos being?" "My butler. He takes care of me and my brother." he told her and before you could ask, a few leaves from the tree above you started to fall next to you. "Brother?" You mumbled before a boy swung down, hanging from his legs, upside down like a bat. "Me!" he joked and laughed as you yelped in fright, crawling away. "Oh shoot, Beel grab her!" He shouted and before you knew it, the ginger boy had grabbed your ankles, pulling you back towards the two strangers. You squealed, not liking being handled like that. "Geez, she's really loud." The boy from the tree muttered, covering his ears. The one named Beel crawled over top of you, holding your wrist to the ground so you couldn't fight him. You struggled against him, feeling his crotch press against your ass. You feared the worse, screaming until he covered your mouth. "Please don't yell, you're gonna hurt our ears." He told you and you whined, wiggling underneath him as the other boy walked around the two of you. He kneeled down in front of you, slapping his brothers hand from you mouth. "Don't cover her face Beel, I wanna see her." He examined you, resting his fingers underneath your chin, lifting your head up. He smiled smugly, turning your head from side to side. You examined him right back, noticing how his hair was longer than the other boys, more messy. It was a dark black with white tips. it covered his face well but you could still see his handsome features. He let go of you and gave a look to his brother. "We should keep her, she's really cute." He told him. You blinked out of shock. "W-what?!" You stuttered. Beel stood up, picking you up too. You allowed him to lift you, but the second you got to your feet you bolted into the woods. Beel's jaw fell open. "Dammit Beel." His brother scoffed. "It's ok, let's go catch her." He patted his shoulder, reassuring him that it was just a mistake. You on the other hand were rushing through the trees, wanting to be as far away from those weirdos as possible. Your aunt and uncle were right. The Nobels were crazy, you learned your lesson. You forgot to watch where you were going, stumbling right over a drop off and plunging head first into a small creek. You splashed in the water getting fully emerged before coming back up to the surface. You gasped for breath, tears dripping down your face. You lifted your arms, seeing a few cuts and bruises from the rocks you landed on. You were pissed. Today would have been another perfect day, and if it wasn't for those boys you would have still been napping peacefully no problem. It wasn't fair. You were looking over your injuries when you felt your body getting lifted and dragged out of the creek. You flared your arms and kicked your legs but this Beel kid was strong. He hugged you close to his chest. "Beel don't let her go, she's too fast to chase, let's get her into the garden before dad returns. ------------You were shaking, your naked body fully exposed in the garden's fountain. Belphegor and Beelzebub were pouring in soap, rubbing shampoo and conditioner into your hair. You tried slapping their hands away but that only earned you a smack to the side of your head. You curled up into a little ball, insanely embhassased that they were treating you like an animal. Beel was the one cleaning your wounds, he was very gentle but you refused to appreciate the gesture. Belphegor was humming happily, grabbing a towel he had. "Alright, come, we better get inside before you catch a cold." You were pulled to you feet, Belphegor wrapping you up and cradling you in your arms. He held you bridal style, carrying you into the castle. You hid your face in his chest, scared and cold, hungry and stressed. You didn't trust the boys, they were aggressive and entitled. You weren't an object, even though you had give up on fighting them. If they really were princes then what would you be able to do about it? Beel walked by your side, he smiled at his brother. "She's kinda small, I bet she'd fit in your old cape, that would be adorable." He told him and Belphegor laughed. "What if we dress her up as a little knight? We could teach her to use swords and ride horses, that way she'd be able to come on hunts with us." He elaborated. Beel nodded, opening a door that you assumed was to their room. You felt a warm waft of air hit you as you entered the room. It smelled so unfamiliar. You had boy cousins of course, but their room never smelled this good. It was musky, manly, strong and hot. You felt a bit dizzy as Belphegor laid you on the bed. You rolled over onto your stomach, trying to avoid looking at him. When you face pressed against the soft pillow, you inhaled deeply. You felt like the pleasure would knock you out, you didn't even realized that Beel had crawled into bed next to you. Belphegor was looking through his drawers, trying to find clothes that would fit you. Belphegor approached the bed, giving your butt a light smack to catch your attention. "Up," He ordered and you whined, snuggling into the bed. Beel chuckled and lifted you up for his brother. "She's so light, like a little doll." He mumbled and Belphegor nodded, slipping the long sleeved, blue shirt over top of you. You huffed, swatting his hands away once you were less exposed. Beel grabbed your wrist to get you to stop. "No hitting." He scolded you, your head turning away from him, uncomfortable with him being so close. Beel took this to his advantage, his face pressing against your neck, making you squeal. Still, having a hold of your arms, he kept you still, nuzzling you affectionately. Belphegor smiling at your feeble attempts to fight him off. "What should we name her?" He asked his brother. You and Beel looked up at him, you in confusion and Beel in thought. He let go of you, allowing you a chance to crawl up further on the bed, sitting on the pillows and leaning against the headboard. Beel stared at you, and gave a small smile. "I like bunny. She's wild, soft, and..." His eyes trailed down your body, making you uncomfortable. Belphegor started to laugh. "Beel you're such a pervert." He joined you two on the be. Beel frowned at him. "I'm not...You don't know what I was gonna say." He complained and Belphegor chuckled, leaning his forehead against his brothers. "We are twins~I know everything that goes through your head, Just like you know what's going through mine." He purred and Beel smiled, and the two held each others hands. You mentally awed at the scene in front of you. "So...You two are twins?" You asked, your voice a little shaky. The boys looked pleased to hear you speak again. "Yes we are." Belphie smiled. Beel spoke up next. "Do you have siblings?" He asked and you shook your head. "I live with my aunt and uncle, but I have cousins that are sort of like my siblings." you told them and the boys nodded. Belphegor grinned. "That's good, so you're not going to be missed." He reached up to touch your leg and you kicked his hand away, glaring. "I will too be missed! The second my family notices I'm gone they will come and get me!" You yelled at them. Beel had a sad expression, looking to his brother from help. Belphie quirked an eyebrow. "As if, peasant. If they aren't your real parents then you'd be nothing but a burden to them, especially acting the way you do. Such a pig." He hissed. You were taken back by the cruel words. Beel stepped in, "No Belphie don't make her cry." He begged and You frowned at him. "I'm not crying." Belphegor rolled his eyes. "You can't let her walk all over you Beel, she's a pet, don't take her seriously." You crossed your arms angrily over your chest. "I'm not your pet, I'm going to wait here and be difficult until my uncle comes to find me." You sassed and Belphegor reached into his boot, pulling out of knife. The blade made a sharp sound as it brushed against it's holder. He pointed it at you, his eyes burning with seriousness. Meanwhile you and Beel were nearly shaking with nerves. Belphegor spoke. "You better hope they forget about you. If anyone tries to take you away, I'll murder them." He growled and you trembled, not liking how he was threatening you. Beel nibbled at his lip. "But, not her though right Belphie? Just the ones trying to steal her back?" He asked and Belphegor tucked away his knife. "Of course, I'd never hurt your bunny Beel." He told him and Beel smiled, grateful for his brother. The two shared a moment before their eyes landed back onto you. You felt tears well up in your eyes. Beel noticed this and reached for your hand. "Don't be upset Bunny, I promise you'll love it here." He assured but you only sniffled, wiping your face with the long sleeve of the shirt. Belphegor tilted his head at you curiously. "Have you ever kissed a boy, bunny?" He asked and you fiddled with Beel's hand nervously, shaking your head. Belphegor nodded, a small smile on his face as he leaned into you. Beel stopped him, for the first time glaring at his brother. "I want to be her first kiss!" He whined and Belphegor sighed. "Fine, how about a compromise?" Beel gave you a look before nodding at his bother. You struggled as each of them straddled one of your legs so you couldn't kick and each of them holding your hand so you wouldn't hit them. You couldn't get away, closing your eyes, not wanting to have your fist kiss be stolen from you. You whimpered as you felt two pairs of lips on you. Beel's first quick one on your cheek before joining his brothers on a side of your mouth. It wasn't intense, it was soft. Both of them were taking their time, pressing their lips against you softly, over and over again. You were getting a bit dizzy, Beel's hips beginning to rock against your thigh. You whined, snapping your head to the side to get them to stop. Beel growled, not wanting to stop. Belphegor placed a hand on his shoulder. "Easy Beel, she's ours now, we don't have to rush into anything." He reminded him, and Beel nodded. "I know." He mumbled and Belphegor leaned up against him. You were so taken back by the situation. It was scary, being around there two strangers, but it was also intriguing. You didn't know what was going to happen to you, but it couldn't be that bad....Right?

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me one shot #obey me Belphegor #Belphie #obey me beel x mc #Beel x reader #Belphegor x reader #Yandere #fluff #obey me fluff #Beelzebub #beelzebub fluff #prince x peasent #the cruel prince #Yandere anime #Yandere boys

[nyankoizumi]

No but get this Swatchton idea,

Imagine there's like rumors about Tasque Manager and Swatch being secretly in a relationship. (like, middle-class people gossiping about them like when there's celebrity drama, that) but they're fake.

So everyone thinks of course Swatch would be with Tasque Manager, and then one day they fucking. Go around with a gremlin who needs giant billboards to compensate following them and they're just like "ah yes, meet my boyfriend" and everyone loses their minds over this 3 feet tall muppet-looking dude who is just now getting money dating the hot head butler.

#prince everyone expects to marry a beautiful rich person starts dating a random peasent #swatch freaking sparkles #everyone in the cyberworld is either simping for them or have gender envy for them #Swatch #Swatchton #pre-fame Spamton #this is basically the but not #also wouldn't Spamton feeling out of place be funny? imagine him going crackers over ten different kinds of forks in a date with Swatch #because come on #if the phone person didn't tell him what to do he was completely lost #spamton x swatch #Spamton G Spamton

[starving4content]

I saw this prompt of reluctant friends travel around the world escaping from something/someone and falling in love through the journey and I immediately thought of a tsukihina fantasy au and have started planning it.

If you have cast ideas, plz share. So far, I have Prince Tsukishima, Royal Advisor Yamaguchi, Peasant Boy Hinata, Tavern Owner Sugawara, Poet Kurro, Knight Daichi, and Witch Yachi. I don't know what the conflict will be yet, but I honestly don't really care I just want to write a fantasy tsukihina au.

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[ignitesparksforever]

Imagine You confronting Dean of having double life as a peasant and a prince of royalty from different kingdom.

"Is Dean Winchester your real name? Not Dean Smith."

Dean looks guilty, "I can expla-"

You interrupt him. "You are engaged with a freaking princess for crying outloud. How could you explain that? I am techinally your mistress. I am the side chick."

You are trying to hope back your tears.

"You are not a side chick. You are the fucking one that I love." Dean confesses.

You breathe heavily through your nose, before taking the silver ring off from your finger. "If that was true, you would have told me in the start of our relationship. I had to find out from my best friend who found your face on freaking magazine." You slam the ring on the counter.

"Have a nice life, your highness."

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[crvsaded-aa-blog]

You know what I want: a Disney verse (or royalty) where our muses are reincarnations or replace the roles of the Disney muses (ig. My muse emery is cinderall idk lmao) or just a giant royalty verse mumu with some people being royal and others not and scalds and stuff.

#give me that prince x poor peasent or something ship #idk man im watching the decendants and i just have muse for royal stuffs #╰ things of mine to desire || wishlist #???? #╰ beauty in the shape of nothing || ame ooc

[ficsforeren]

Bestieee we need a prince Eren x maid reader or peasent reader either one is fine but make it angsty😏 btw love ur works💕

oh my god, you guys are gonna be the death of me istg

me rn trying to write all of these eren fics y'all requested

#guys GUYS #I HAVEN'T EVEN POSTED THE ROCKSTAR EREN YET #thank you for reading and liking my works baby that means a lot #💕💕💕

[catcherkazuya]

♦️⚾ daiya no ace liveblogging, ep. 6 ⚾♦️

(late again but whats new,, also i was very intoxicated while writing these so thats exciting! not )

- wow I love when the episode starts with the first years 💖💖 - ugh I just realize that this is the first time the new team has been animated!! there's no more tetsuya, isashiki, ryosuke, chris-senpai 😭😭 I don't know why I'm sad I been knew for a long time lol - OMG HARUICHI 

- "he's cute" lmao the girl in the background is literally EVERYONE - and I know she's talking about haruichi but realistically that can apply to anyone on the team - WAIT FOR IT - WAAAAAIT FOR ITTT - RIGHT DOWN BETWEN LEFT AND CENTER LETS GET IT HARUICHI - lmao haruichi since his haircut is so anti lmao; just ignoring the fuck out of kuramochi

- MY KINGGGGGG 👑👑👑 - TWO RUN HOMERRR THATS MY CAPTAIN THATS MY HUSBAND

- DID YOU HEAR THAT SOUND?? ABSOLUTE SILENCE. HEAR THAT BAT SINGGGG 🎶

- ugh how dare the crowd slander miyuki you peasents "he's so inconsistent" HE ALWAYS COMES THRU FUCK YOU - okay I see you furuyaaaa you betta contribute,, the lineup's success got him riled up - SQUIRREL CHEEKS 💖💖💖 

- wow I love when everyone appreciates nori - UGH HE'S SO PERFECT - also NABE with the little thumbs up omg do I ship nabe x nori ??? no wait lemme stop

- WHO'S SAWAMURA ???? 👀👀👀😤😤😤 OH YALL BOUT TO SEE REAL QUICK LET HIM PITCH THAT FASTBALL JUST WAITTT - lmao haruichi is not giving ANY FUCKS - he blocked sawamura in real time like nothing 😂😂

- omg can we not,, these girls in the crowd - why are you at this game if you not paying attention ?? - okay I will admit baseball is a little long but DAMN at least try to figure it out lol - SAWAMURA AT 135 KM IM SO PROUD 😭😭👏🏾👏🏾 see i told y'all to wait 

- asada is so precious lmao he's like "that's my roomie" 

- look at okumura being all analyst; you wanna be miyuki soooo bad 

- we we're blessed with so many mochi laughs this episode and my heart is filled 💖 - OMG THE MISAWA IN THE LAST PITCHHHH - "i can go further.. higher.. and then, beyond there.. with him!"

- sawamura knows that he can grow with miyuki and aware that his motivation is heavily dependent on the success of their battery 😭 - A RARE AMAHISA lmao no one thinks he's funny 

- omg miyuki is lecturing his boyfriend sawamura after the game he's such a doting and caring partner - 11-1 SCORE WOW EIGEN YALL SUCK SEIDOU KICK YALL ASSES - RAICHIIIIII 💖💖💖 

- my aggressive son SWING HIGH SWING HARD ily - wow I didn't know yakushi's color was purple ?? wait maybe I did know that - also sanada and carlos appearances,, thank you for this meal 🙏🏾🙏🏾 - that akamatsu kid scares me; he seems like too much of an early narumiya - SPEAKING OF NARUMIYA HOLY SHIT - HE WAS GLARING INTO MY SOUL 

- lmao go straight I'm dead 😂😂I forgot that was the title of this ep lol the gayest anime in existence - they really named the next episode ‘King’,, look narumiya is a PRINCE let's not hype him up too much 👀👀 - YAKUSHI INASHIRO GAME IVE BEEN WAITINGGGG

but wait! can we have some bonus screencaps? of course you can!

i will never get over haruichi’s eyes he so pretty ugh

THE PRECIOUS SUNSHINE BOY ☀☀☀

OOOooooooohhH WE NOT EVEN GONNA TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD MIYUKI LOOKS IN THESE FRAMES I ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR AND ASCENDED TO HEAVEN IM-

marry me pls 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

our seidou boys for this week’s end card! ♦

#daiya no ace #Daiya no A #diamond no ace #Ace of Diamond #diamond no ace act ii #miyuki kazuya #sawamura eijun #kawakami norifumi #kuramochi youichi #kominato haruichi #Shirasu Kenjiro #Maezono Kenta #okumura koushuu #seto takuma #yui kaoru #hirofumi asada #narumiya mei #sanada shunpei #todoroki raichi #amahisa kousei #liveblogging

[ignitesparksforever]

Imagine your brother doesn't want to tell Dean where are you for being the reason you are upset. Lying of who he really is. A prince

Your brother looks at Dean disbelief. He turns around putting his work with gloved hand on the hay.

"You are wasting your time. Go back to your fancy diamond castle?"

Dean bits his lip, before jumping to help your brother. "I know I messed up. Big time."

Your brother puts his gloved hands on top of the hay and looks at Dean to see he is really desperate. "She doesn't want to you or hear anything about you, Dean. That's how much you screwed up."

#prince!dean #huntress and the prince #princess and prince #prince dean x reader #prince dean winchester #prince dean #prince winchester #royal au #supernatural imagines #supernatural imagine #dean winchester imagine #supernatural dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean x reader imagine #peasent dean x reader #dean x reader #dean x reader imagines #dean winchester imagines #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #spn imagines #spn imagine #spn reader insert #spn fandom #SPN #spn fanfic

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Alliance

Summary: The Matrimonial Fight is taking it’s toll on both Ivar and the princess.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

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Part One

Part Two

‘What were you thinking?’ Ragnar asked as he was pacing the great hall.

His sons were all in line and mentally prepared for one hell of a lecture from their parents. Even Aslaug was looking annoyed at her sons.

‘I didn’t have the time to think, one moment we were training the next she was proposing a matrimonial fight.’ Ivar explained.

‘Ivar is telling the truth, he knocked her sword down and then she suddenly knelt and by the time we all realized what was happening she was already handing Ivar a knife.’ Ubbe spoke up.

‘A knife?’ Aslaug asked.

Ivar sighed and undid the ties of his tunic and pushed aside the fabric to show his still bloody cut.

‘She cut you?’ Ragnar asked, stepping closer to his youngest son to inspect the cut.

‘After I was instructed to cut her she returned the favor. From what I have been told it is a fight between her and I to determine if she will marry me.’ Ivar answered.

Ragnar lets out a tired sigh as he went and sat on his throne.

‘How do you plan to win? Since losing would bring us great shame and rob us of a very fruitful alliance.’ the king asked.

‘The prince needs to train.’ Sven said as he entered the great hall.

‘You know about this fight?’ Aslaug asked.

‘I was informed by the princess, she wants me to train Ivar.’

‘Tell us, about this matrimonial fight.’ the king ordered.

‘I saw a few while we were in Tunisia, it seems much like a single combat fight, except not to the death. Both man and woman get one weapon and fight until one of them yields, if the man loses the two will not marry and they will be destined by their spirits to never be together.’

‘So if he loses then this will definitely fall on one of us.’ Ubbe said.

Ivar could only look down at his useless legs.

He had placed a lot of stress on his family by accepting this fight, he had to win or his brothers would have to fight, and he didn’t want any of them to marry the princess.

‘Well then, come on, we don’t have much time, I’m disadvantaged already.’ Ivar said as he slid out of the chair and began crawling.

‘Ivar.’ Aslaug called out, worry in her voice.

‘Fear nothing Mother, I will win this fight…’ he said to her before turning to his father.

‘And I will secure the alliance.’ he swore as he and Sven left.

‘First we need to get that cut cleaned and covered, an infection won’t do you any favors in a fight. We’ll stop by the healer before we start training, and I’m sorry but this is not going to be very enjoyable for you my prince. It’ll probably be best that we have a healer follow us.’ Sven said.

Ivar heard his mother’s breath catch in her throat.

She did not like this, yes she wanted the alliance and for her sons to marry, but she didn’t want Ivar hurt in the process. Fighting the princess was a guaranteed broken bone that she would have to see him endure.

Despite knowing and understanding his beloved mother’s discomfort Ivar still left, because this was for his people. With his deformity Ivar knew that he’d have few opportunities to physically fight in battle for the betterment of his kingdom, this would probably be his only chance to prove he was capable in combat.

‘I admire you Prince Ivar.’ Sven said as they were now sitting in a healer’s hut, getting his cut covered.

‘Why?’ Ivar asked.

‘The princess is an extraordinary warrior and an even more amazing young woman. She has been raised to defend and represent her country, she has been training to fight since she turned thirteen, has never spared any man a second glance from what Bintu has told me.’ 

‘So you are still enjoying the guard’s company old man.’ Ivar grinned.

‘Well she is a beast of a woman, how could I resist her? In any case she told me that (Y/N) has never cared much for men or women, but Bintu said she’s caught (Y/N) watching you Ivar. You must be quite the man to capture her attention, and brave to accept her challenge of a fight.’ Sven said.

‘More like foolish, I’m gonna lose.’ Ivar sighed as he put on his tunic.

‘What happened to all that confidence you had back in the hall?’

‘It was all lies, they didn’t believe a word of it. I’m surprised you did.’ the prince said bluntly.

‘Well I think we may have a chance, I believe the fight can be spun to be in your favor. Come.’ Sven said as he left, knowing Ivar would follow behind him.

‘What do you mean?’

‘The princess has never seen you fight, you have the element of surprise and you are better at sword wielding than she is. With some strategy and the Gods will you might be able to best her.’ Sven explained.

‘Do you really think that Sven?’ Ivar asked.

‘I do, and if you want even a shot then you better start believing it too my Prince, you will definitely lose with this attitude.’

As they made their way to the training camp Ivar thought of the princess and all he had learned about her in the two days she had been here.

She was gorgeous, he noticed that first, and she was clearly very civilized and took her title very seriously and was self aware of the position she was in. More than anything Ivar found he was attracted to Princess (Y/N)’s very presence.

He felt strangely at ease around her, the air around her seemed warm and inviting, and even in the moments when darkness clouded her eyes he still wanted to be by her. He also found that she was very persuasive somehow, already his father was taking into consideration that he might need to spend more money on his subjects and his mother was treating her thralls a bit nicer.

Even he had started asking the thralls their names and about their lives, something he’d never cared about before, his personal thrall Trya was a mother to three thralls that worked for other families and only saw them in the barn when they would sleep.

The princess had already begun making such changes, she was such a woman, Ivar couldn’t help but doubt that he’d be able to have her. Especially if he’d have to fight her for such an honor, she was a skilled and able warrior, he as a cripple too angry for his own good.

Nonetheless he pushed those thoughts aside as he and Sven began training, Ivar stayed focus on what Sven told him about this fight.

It was a bit different from a single combat fight, it wasn’t to the death, for starters. Both he and (Y/N) would only get one weapon, no shield, if one of them lost their weapon they could either yield or fight bare handed. And it would be a great shame to her and her family if she were to purposefully lose the fight, so there was no chance of that happening.

Sven trained Ivar on his sword fighting, but instead of preparing him for a sword on sword match Sven used a spear that he had taken from one of the soldiers (Y/N) had brought.

The spear was the princess’s strongest weapon, and she would no doubt be using that as her weapon for the fight, and he had gotten the info from Bintu just to be sure.

Ivar did in fact break a few bones, and he found himself knocked into the dirt more times than                  he’d like to admit, but he didn’t complain. He only had one chance and the days were passing by far too fast already

*ON THE BEACH*

(Y/N) was training as well, blocking the blows from the sword Bintu was wielding, and once again her spear sent the sword to the ground.

‘This training is not helping you.’ Bintu sighed.

‘What do you mean? I have gotten better at fighting against swords.’ the princess said in confusion.

‘Better isn’t good enough, you need to practice...with someone who is more skilled at sword handling.’ her friend explained.

‘Who will I ask? Sven is training with Ivar.’

‘One of his brothers.’ Bintu suggested.

‘And if they tell my strategies to their brother? They want him to win this fight, that way they still get our alliance without having to marry.’ (Y/N) reminded.

Bintu grinned.

‘Trust me they will say nothing, wait here, I will fetch them.’ the guard said before she turned and headed off.

The princess hoped her friend wouldn’t go too far while threatening the princes.

Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd were sitting in the archway of the great hall, watching the people buzz around the markets.

Then they spotted that guard of the princess coming their way with a bag on her shoulder.

‘Princes.’ she greeted.

‘Bintu.’ Ubbe said back, wondering why she was here talking to them.

‘My princess needs you to help her train, she needs someone more familiar with sword fighting.’ Bintu said, getting right to the point.

‘And you want us to train her? What makes you think we won’t go back to Ivar?’ Hvitserk asked.

‘Because I assume none of you want to end up in this bag.’ she smiled tapping the bag she was carrying.

All the men looked at the bag in confusion then back to her.

‘What do you mean by that?’ Ubbe asked.

‘In this bag are the menhoods of the men who killed my king, may his spirit carry on, are in this bag. I cut them off myself...that is how I repay betrayal, so I will ask one time only. Can I trust you all to help my princess train.’

Silence. 

All the Sons of Ragnar were stunned into complete silence as they looked at the guard in front of them, it was Sigurd who found his tongue first.

‘You are bluffing.’ the prince said in disbelief.

Bintu reached into her bag and pulled out something wrapped in bloody bandages and tossed to Sigurd, who idiotically caught it by instinct.

He immediately dropped it when he realized what it was and that she was very much so serious.

‘Are you coming or not, my Princess is at the beach waiting.’ Bintu said with a disturbingly sweet smile before she began walking away.

They all looked at the severed cock at Sigurd’s feet and then up at each other before they hurried behind the giantess woman. None of them saw a stray dog sniff at the bloody rags and tear into it to get to the uncooked sausage.

At the beach they all found Princess (Y/N) waving around a dull sword, seeming to be getting a feel for it.

When she noticed them she looked genuinely surprised to see them.

‘You actually came?’ she asked in surprise.

‘Out of the kindness of their hearts.’ Bintu smiled sweetly.

‘What did she do?’ the princess asked Ubbe.

The eldest prince looked over at Bintu who simply tapped the bag she was still carrying.

‘We are here out of the goodness of our hearts.’ he said with a straight face.

‘Of course, you are.’ she sighed before handing him the sword.

‘I don’t really care how she got you all here but I do appreciate the help, so long as I have your word you will not reveal my strategies to Ivar.’ 

‘Trust me...they won’t, now pick up your spear princess. You have lost enough time already.’ Bintu said as she sat in the sand.

Hvitserk and Sigurd sat beside her as well, with a bit of distance, of course.

They watched as Ubbe almost effortlessly knocked (Y/N)’s spear out of her hand, he picked it up and gave her some points on how to follow his movements so she could block it in time.

‘I think she will win. She is very easy to teach it seems.’ Sigurd said.

‘She only has two weeks, Ivar has been sword fighting since he was ten.’ Hvitserk reminded.

‘But Ivar hasn’t fought against a spear in this style before.’ the blond prince added in.

‘Do either of you truly wish for her to win?’ Bintu asked.

The brothers shared a concerned look, unsure if they should answer honestly.

‘Well not to wish her ill, it would be in our best interest if Ivar won the matrimonial fight. That way we’d have secured a profitable alliance and our personal lives would remain as free as they have always been.’ Hvitserk answered.

‘I see, I was also thinking the same, Tunisia would be greatly benefited by your ships. And if I am being honest I think my princess has taken a genuine interest in your brother. I want her to have the happiness of marrying a man she truly wants.’ the woman spoke as she watched the training.

The days past even faster with the Sons of Ragnar helping the princess train and Ivar’s training with Sven and even a few of the Tunisian guards was going just as well. Soon they were all in the square, a large crowd surrounding a makeshift pin.

Ivar sat on a tree stump that had been brought for him, and Princess (Y/N) stood across from him.

She wore the same clothing she used for training, but also some war white paint on her face, chest, arms and legs. Ivar felt under dressed in his everyday clothes, but that wasn’t going to take up much of his time.

All he had to do was win.

Bintu stood between them, one of (Y/N)’s servants stood beside Ivar, holding a sword while the other stood by her with a spear.

Ivar looked over at his family, all of them dressed in their finest clothes and looking completely indifferent but he knew better. They were nervous for him, they needed him to win this match.

‘This is the Matrimonial fight of Ivar Lothbrok of Kattegat and Princess (Y/N) of Tunisia, should Ivar yield and admit defeat then he will prove too weak to protect (Y/N) as a husband should and the spirits will never allow him the chance to have her as a wife. Never again will he be able to fight for her hand in marriage.’ Bintu announced to the crowd.

‘Each opponent has chosen a weapon, if their weapon is broken or knocked away no replacement will be provided. The fight will only end when one person has admitted defeat.’ 

The crowd cheered, mostly in support of Ivar, but some just seemed excited to see a fight.

Ivar was handed his sword and (Y/N) was given her spear.

‘May your Gods be with you Son of Ragnar.’ (Y/N) said.

‘And may your Spirits be with you Princess.’ Ivar replied.

The princess moved closer, slowly watching the way his body tensed...the fight had begun.

Once she was close enough Ivar took the initiative and made the first swing, aiming for her shoulder, which the princess blocked before swiping to hit Ivar in the side to knock him off his stump.

Ivar blocked her attack and made to swing his sword her left shoulder, if he could hit the shoulder and get her to drop her spear then he could probably wrestle her down, but again the attack was blocked.

For a while it was all back and forth, striking and blocking until the princess began to move from her place in front of Ivar and moving to stand beside him. Making Ivar turn to keep up his defense, which was harder to do while not facing her fully.

Then she moved even more she was now standing behind him, Ivar was going back in forth turning from left to right to block her attacks until at last she successfully knocked his sword from his hand.

With more confidence than she had before (Y/N) swung again to hit Ivar’s side but he caught the staff of the spear in his hands.

(Y/N) tried to yank the spear out of Ivar’s grasps but the prince held strong, instead he himself pulled the spear and dragged her along with it.

Before she knew what was happening (Y/N) was in arms reach of Ivar, and the prince wasted no time in grabbing her by the shoulders.

His grip so harsh and sudden that she dropped her staff.

With her finally unarmed Ivar pushed her back into the sand and threw himself on top of her, the two royals were now rolling around in the sand like children.

The princess tried to push Ivar off of her but he was intent on keeping her pinned down.

‘Yield!’ Ivar yelled in her face.

(Y/N)’s face twisted in defiance before she drew her head back as far as she could her position then slammed it forward, headbutting the prince.

Ivar was completely caught off guard and the impact was so strong that he fell back, holding his head, his vision was even a bit blurry.

The princess took the opportunity to pin him down in the dirt, straddling his waist and pinning his hands above his head.

Ivar’s vision cleared and he could see her face clearly now, the fire in her eyes burning through him and he knew he had to have her.

So with a burst of determination and energy Ivar threw the princess off of him and crawled on top of her.

The princess was struggling, kicking Ivar’s legs and of course he could feel a few of his bones breaking from the force. Even as he screamed and cried out in pain he held her down firmly.

‘Yield!!!’ he roared, with tears in his eyes.

All the fight in the princess seemed to deflate in that instant.

She looked up at Ivar and the tears and pain in his eyes, he was giving everything he had in his fight, despite the pain of the bones she had felt herself  break and even still she could see a fight in him. He would run his body into the ground for this fight and she had no doubt he would give all that and more if he were to be fighting to protect her.

‘I yield.’ she whispered.

Ivar looked at her in shock, unable to believe what she just said.

‘I yield!’ she yelled.

For a moment it is almost completely quiet and then there was a deafening roar of applause, the crowd was going crazy. As Ivar looked around he could see his father smiling at him proudly while holding his mother back from running to him and his brothers were cheering loudly with the crowd.

Hardly able to believe what had just happened Ivar slid off of the princess and laid back in the dirt, broken and more tired than he could ever remember being in all his life...so that was it.

Combat.

He loves it, the pain, the satisfaction of victory and for a second he thinks, he could get used to this feeling.

‘Healers!’ Aslaug screamed, still fighting against Ragnar’s hold.

Ivar couldn’t do much resisting when his usual team of healers ran into the fighting pin to pick him and drag him off to their hut.

‘Wait!’ Bintu yelled.

The healers that were currently holding up Ivar stood still as the giant guard stood in front of them, or more specifically Ivar.

‘You must mark her as your betrothed, with the blade of your father. An X that you may carve anywhere you like, make it as visible as you would like.’

Princess (Y/N) stood from her previous position on the ground and spread out her arms, waiting on Ivar to mark her as his wife.

The servant stepped to stand beside Ivar and hand him the knife that Ragnar had originally given to Sigurd but was now by all means Ivar’s.

Ivar took the knife and searched her body, his vision began to blur as the pain was starting to take his consciousness. Still he tried to think of where he should leave his mark on her, somewhere that could be easily seen and not be insultingly branding.

He looked over her legs but decided it was too hidden, so he looked her stomach and couldn’t think of cutting into that perfection, finally he saw a spot that he liked.

Her left shoulder.

She noticed his looking and lowered her arm so that he could cut into her skin, she stood perfectly still as he brought up the blade and pressed it into her skin.

Dark red blood flowed from her like rain and fell into the dirt, she looked down at it felt it in her spirit that she was now bound to this place...to this man by blood.

Once the mark was made Ivar’s body went limp as finally he could no longer take the pain of his broken legs.

‘Ivar!’ Aslaug panicked finally managing to break out of her husband’s hold and run to her son.

The princess watched as the queen and healers dragged Ivar off to the healers hut and as the crowd began to spread out.

Ragnar and all his sons approached the princess with large smiles.

‘Well then it would seem you are to be my daughter in law.’ the King smiled.

‘It would also seem that this is the beginning of a very beneficial alliance.’ she replied.

‘There will be time for that later, for now let us celebrate! The engagement of our brother to a beautiful and strong princess, THERE WILL BE A GREAT FEAST TONIGHT!’ Ubbe cheered.

The crowd that was still remaining let out a loud roar of applause.

‘I’m sure what we should be worried about right now is Ivar, I did not go easy on his legs.’ the princess said, looking at the hut the prince had been taken to.

‘So precious, do not worry Ivar has been through worse than you and he will be at your side during the feast. For now I think you and I should speak more on our Alliance now that it is confirmed.’ Ragnar assured.

‘He is right my Princess, there are many important matters that must be discussed.’ Bintu spoke.

‘Very well, after I’ve changed I will meet you on the docks.’ (Y/N) agreed.

‘I look forward to it, and again, I am happy to be taking such a fine young woman as my daughter in law.’ the king said politely.

The princess smiled as she and her servants made their way back to the great hall so that she could get out of her now dirty clothes.

As she walked the princess’s mind thought over a few things, like how she would give word to her family and how the gold would be delivered. It was all too much for her at the moment, her mind was still reeling from the fight.

The fight she had just lost.

It felt as if only now it was sinking in that she was going to be getting married, after twenty two years of only caring for Tunisia and her family should would now have a husband to care for.

She would have a wedding and then a wedding night where she would consummate her marriage in the eyes of the Spirits.

The thought both excited and terrified her, she had never thought of marriage or men, all she knew was that she found Ivar to be very intriguing. He was the oddest man she had ever met in her life.

Ivar was a prince and yet he worked, he was the youngest son but was clearly the most skilled fighter, and despite his deformity he lived in a harsh world.

He was a strong man.

Once they had reached her chambers the servants began removing her clothes as Bintu cleaned her Matrimonial Mark.

‘You fought well today princess.’ 

‘Thank you, I just wish I hadn’t been so rough with Ivar’s legs. I hope he is not angry at me.’

‘He knew what was at stake, he must have been expecting his weakness would be exploited in hand to hand combat. Besides at least now we know that for you he will endure such pain, trust me, most men do not fight that hard.’

(Y/N)’s eyes looked over the long ago faded scars on Bintu’s chest, back in her youth, before she was assigned to protect the princess, Bintu was one of the most sought after women in Tunisia.

She had fought six Matrimonial Fights and had never lost and was there for never married.

‘One day, maybe someone will fight for you.’ she comforted.

Bintu smiled softly as she placed a bandage over the princess’s shoulder. 

‘It’s been years, I have accepted that the Spirits do not intend for me to marry or have children of my own.’

‘Don’t say that, it could still happen, you’re not as old as you act. I’ve seen you and Sven and I think if you let him then he could be your one.’ Princess (Y/N) assured.

‘What you saw is nothing more than a man being a man and a woman who has needs, no love is there for him.’ Bintu sighed.

‘For him? What about you?’ 

The guard went to argue but realized that she had talked herself into a trap.

‘It doesn’t matter, what matters is you have to discuss with King Ragnar the specifics of this new alliance as well as find a way to get permission to have your wedding based on our traditions.’

‘Have I ever told you I hate when you change the subject?’ (Y/N) pouted.

‘You have, now put on your dress and go, I will make sure they prepare something we can actually eat.’ Bintu said firmly before she left.

The princess rolled her eyes as her two servants finished putting on her clean dress, today she had decided to where a few more layers. It was colder today than it had been since she had arrived so her servants had picked out one of her winter dresses.

Would you like your head dress as well your highness? Leena asked while Kya was putting on the jewelry.

‘Yes please, once you are both done I would like for you to help in the kitchens.’

‘Of course ma’am, I heard the cooks speak on how they want to make the Fufu again.’ Kya replied, putting on one of the fur coats a merchant had given to the princess a few days ago.

When they were done dressing her (Y/N) stood up and thanked them before she left to meet King Ragnar.

A few merchants congratulated her as she walked through the markets, she smiled and thanked them politely.

Once she reached the docks she found Ragnar looking out at the water waiting for her.

‘Hello King Ragnar.’ Princess (Y/N) greeted.

‘Princess, would you like to walk while we discuss these matters?’ he offered.

‘Yes please.’

As the two royals walked along the beach the princess decided to just get into it.

‘Am I correct to assume you would like the agreed upon amount of gold as soon as possible?’ she asked.

‘You are correct, and is it safe to assume you would like to travel back to your home to bid farewell to your family?’ Ragnar smiles.

‘And also so that me and Ivar may be married there.’

Ragnar stopped walking and stared at the young woman.

‘You want to take Ivar with you...to be married into another religion?’ he asked with an arched brow.

‘I do not expect him to turn against his Gods, but I know my mother, she will never respect this marriage if it is done in our ways, in the Spirit Cave.’ Princess (Y/N) explained.

At that the old king frowned and looked away as if to hide his annoyance.

‘This was never discussed.’ he said.

‘I am sorry if this news upsets you King Ragnar, but I am not an unreasonable woman. After we return from Tunisia with the Gold then we shall have a Viking wedding here.’ she offered a compromise.

‘The issue is not with the wedding, Ivar cannot travel Tunisia. He has never been on a boat in his life and if his mother has anything to say about it then he never will.’ he said as he began to walk in circles.

‘If the wedding isn’t the issue then please explain to me what is.’

Ragnar took a moment to stop his pacing and face the princess and decided that she did need an explanation.

‘When Ivar was fifteen, I wanted to take Ivar with me to England for a revenge mission, but his mother forbid it. You see my wife...she has visions of the future.’ he started.

‘Visions? Like a Soothsayer?’ the princess asked.

‘I guess so, in the past she had told me of her visions and I never heeded her warnings, even though they were never wrong. She told me there would be a storm and that Ivar would drown, still I planned to take him and I told her this. So she went and told Ivar and even though he didn’t care about living or dying she made him promise not to go.’ the king continued.

(Y/N) was listening closely, it seemed as if telling this story was hard for King Ragnar to tell and she didn’t want to seem disrespectful by not giving him her full attention. 

‘I still decided to go and just like Aslaug had said there was a terrible storm, the worse waves I had ever seen. I barely escaped with my life, the rest of my crew wasn’t so lucky, thankfully the Gods pushed the waves to carry me back to these shores. As I lay in the sun I thought what would have happened to Ivar had he been on that ship.’

‘He can not swim...because of his legs.’ the princess realized.

‘After that Aslaug decided that she would never allow Ivar on a boat, and I agree with her. Maybe a few years ago I would have been confident in saying I could save my son, but I am older now. My body isn’t what it was.’

‘I understand why you would fear letting him go on the journey, truly I do, but you must see that Ivar is a man now. He must make decisions of his own and you and Queen Aslaug need to allow him to do so.’ she advised.

‘He is my son Princess, I have already done him wrong once.’

‘I heard, but he is to be my husband and the same way he fought for me today I would fight just as hard for him. I will protect him as he protects me.’

Ragnar seemed to consider her words, they were so similar to what he used to say to Aslaug all those years ago. He wanted more than anything for Ivar to be able to live as normal as a life as he could, it was with that very thought in his mind that he had left Ivar in the woods as a baby.

He did want to all of his sons to grow up and become great warriors, when Ivar was born Ragnar knew that there was no hope for him. But Aslaug saved him, and as he grew he had watched Ivar try to be normal and eventually give up and simply live the best he could.

Either Way he had to admit that the princess was right, it was Ivar’s life to live and he would need to make his own choices. Especially now, he was going to be starting a family soon, Aslaug and he could not continue to tell him what to do.

‘I will not give you permission  to take my son with you, but I cannot stop you from asking him if he would like to travel with you.’ Ragnar said.

‘And the Queen?’ she asked.

‘Leave her to me, now let us continue our walk. If you manage to talk Ivar into going I am sure his brothers will want to go...so will I and more likely than not Aslaug too.’

‘Your entire family? Who will rule in your place?’ the princess asked, completely confused.

‘My son Bjorn, I trust him to rule in my stead. Besides he is focused on his journey to a new sea he heard about a few years back after our defeat in Paris. It will be nice to meet your family and see this strange place you come from.’ Ragnar smiled.

The two of them continued to walk along the beach making negotiations and plans for the journey to Tunisia and back as well as discussing exactly how many ships Tunisia would now officially own. It was silently agreed to that neither would talk about the weddings, as if just mentally agreeing to cross those bridges when they came to them.

Before either of them knew it Kya was coming to fetch them that it was almost time for the feast, leading them back to the Hall where they parted ways to get dressed.

For the third time that day the princess was dressed, in lighter clothes this time since she wasn’t dressing to be outside in the cold. Only a soft brown dashiki dress and some gold jewelry, something impressive and not too extravagant.

‘This feast will be quite the celebration I am sure; you two be sure you and the others have enough food put aside for yourselves.’ Princess (Y/N) said as they left the chamber.

In the hall it seemed all of the thralls were buzzing about bringing out tables and lighting candles, there were also musicians setting up instruments. She could even see a few of her warriors helping set things up.

At the high table she could see the royal family, all except Ivar, his seat beside his mother was empty. There was also a second empty seat that she assumed was for her.

‘Sister in Law.’ Ubbe smiled as he pulled the chair for her.

‘Thank you, Brother in Law. Where is Ivar, is he not feeling well enough to join?’ (Y/N) asked.

‘He is fine...after the way you beat in his legs, he will be with us shortly.’ Queen Aslaug said passive aggressively.

The princess looked down at that, she did after all feel quite guilty about attacking Ivar the way she did during the fight.

‘Forgive her, she is an overprotective mother. Let me assure you that Ivar holds no grudges, I spoke to him earlier and between us I don’t think anyone has ever been so happy with two broken legs.’ Hvitserk said.

‘Shut up Hvitserk.’ Ivar said as he was carried in ny Bjorn.

‘Ivar.’ the princess greeted.

‘(Y/N), good to see you, how is your cut?’ he asked as he was placed in his chair.

‘Far better than your legs it would seem, forgive me for being so rough.’ she said.

‘Nonsense, it was a fight; I could not expect to go easy on me simply because I am a cripple. In fact, I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you if you had, besides I quite enjoyed fighting for your hand in marriage.’ Ivar smiled at her.

‘I also enjoyed fighting you...and I must say I am happy that you won.’ she said, keeping her head down to avoid showing her flustered face.

Never before has she felt her heart beat so fast without reason, nor has she ever felt so nervous to speak her mind. What an odd feeling this was, she didn’t know what to call it but she kind of liked it.

Without meaning to Ivar also looked away to hide his own reddening cheeks.

‘How cute are these two? Surely there will be a lot of kids running around in no time, Gods help us all.’ Ubbe teased.

Pretty soon the people began flooding into the Hall and in no time the air was filled with the scent of meat and ale. Every few minutes someone would come to the high table to congratulate the newly engaged couple.

The music played and the people all danced and drank, yes this was quite the feast, even the Tunisian warriors and servants were seen having a bit of fun. 

Eventually all good things must come to an end, people still had things to do the next day and pretty soon the Hall had emptied, leaving only a few passed out men.

‘Well it would seem the feast has officially ended, Hvitserk is dead to the world.’ Ragnar sighed drunkenly as he stood.

‘Yes, it is time to retire, take him to his chamber Ubbe. Ivar see your new fiance to her’s as well.’ the queen said.

‘Stop telling him what to do, he has a woman now. What more proof do you need that the boy is dead, let the man live.’

‘My boy will never die, no matter the circumstance before anything he is my son.’ Aslaug argued, keeping her face neutral but her tone firm.

‘As are we...Aslaug.’ Sigurd said before he stood from the table and left.

Ubbe tsked, shaking his head as he stood up and grabbed Hvitserk.

‘Forgive his mood Princess, he is an angry drunk sometimes. On his sober behalf and mine as well, congratulations on your engagement.’ the eldest prince said.

‘You come on, there is something that we need to discuss.’ Ragnar said to his wife, and with a look of complete annoyance she stood and walked past him.

‘Ivar, you fought well today and secured a very important alliance. I am proud.’ Ragnar said to Ivar.

‘Thank you Father, your praise means a great deal to me, but I wasn’t fighting for you or the alliance. I was fighting for her.’ 

Again the princess felt her heart beat faster and her cheeks burn, she was so touched by Ivar’s words.

‘Even better.’ the king smiled before he left.

Now alone the intended couple looked at each other for what may have been the first time since they had parted ways in the fighting pit.

It was strange and ridiculous for either of them to be so nervous, if they were to be husband and wife they should be comfortable around each other. 

‘Let me-’

‘Ivar-’

Both royals spoke at the same time.

‘I’m sorry, you speak first.’ Ivar said.

‘I wanted to talk to you Ivar, for the alliance I will be returning home to fetch the gold and say my goodbyes to my family. I want you to go on the journey with me and for us to have a Tunisian wedding ceremony.’ (Y/N) said.

Ivar was silent for a minute before he looked away.

‘You want me to have a Tunisian wedding in a foreign country?’ he asked.

‘Yes, and upon returning, we can have a Viking wedding, or we can have the Viking wedding first. So long as we have a wedding that my Mother will approve of, otherwise I will return empty handed.’ she said.

‘Are you aware that I have never been a boat in my life, that I have never been outside of Kattegat?’ he asked.

‘Yes, your father told me of your mother’s vision, and I understand your reason for not wanting to go. Just know that if you choose to go that I will not let anything happen to you Ivar. I was where you were Ivar, had never left the capitol village of Tunisia, but I traveled all the way here and look at what has happened.’ she spoke.

The princess stood and took Ivar’s face into her hands and made him look at her.

‘I made to this place and the spirits lead me to you, the man that could best me and the man I would marry. I know that you do not like other religions, and I will not ask you to change your religion so long as you do not ask me to change mine.’ Princess (Y/N) reasoned.

With a heavy sigh Ivar took her hands in his and looked deep into her eyes.

‘I will tell you the same thing I told my mother all those years ago; I do not care if die. What I am doing here is barely living, I am Viking, and Vikings are meant to travel. As I have said I fought to marry you, did you think I wouldn’t do this as well?’

The princess’s heart was overwhelmed, and beating faster than she could handle. It was almost the same feeling she got when she danced for the Great and Many Spirits, as if her body was not hers to control.

Before she knew what she was doing (Y/N) had thrown herself into Ivar’s arms and was kissing him.

Her first kiss.

His first kiss.

Neither of them knew what they were doing, and both of them were nervous, but they were also very eager. Eager to explore and please each other, Ivar’s hands had found their place on her hips and hers were tangled in his hair.

How Ivar wished more than ever that the Gods were not toying with him, that this wasn’t just in the healers hut dreaming that this beautiful woman was his.

Quicker than either of them wanted the princess pulled back.

‘Never done that before.’ she whispered.

‘Neither have I...did you...like it.’ Ivar asked.

‘I did, very much and...I can hardly wait to do more.’

‘Neither can I?’ he said leaning up to kiss her once more, but his lips were stopped by soft hands.

‘When we marry in the Spirit Caves.’ she smiled in teasing.

Ivar let out a small sigh as he fell back into his seat.

‘Well then I will start getting us a ship ready, the sooner we marry the better.’ he smiled back.

‘Thank you, I will see myself to my room, perhaps tomorrow you can take me to see more of the city.’ the princess smiled as she stood.

‘I would love to, sleep well.’ Ivar said honestly.

Princess (Y/N) smiled once more before she made way to her room,already feeling no guilt in the fact that she was definitely about to wake up her servants and tell them everything that had just happened.

With the princess gone Ivar sat in the hall a moment longer, taking in all the changes that had taken place in his life. He would soon be on a boat, on his way to a strange country to marry a beautiful woman.

It was only when his legs began to ache did Ivar slide out of his chair and began to crawl to his own chamber, internally taking note to have Trya massage his legs in the morning.

Once he was in his bed he fell into an easy rest, today had been so exhausting after all, but his sleep did not last long at all. He awoke to his mother frantically shaking him looking absolutely terrified.

‘What did you say?!’ Aslaug begged.

‘Mother, what are you talking about?’ 

‘The princess! Did she ask you to travel with her back to that country of her?! What did you tell her?!’ the queen urged.

‘I told her I would go...and Mother I am going.’ he said.

‘No you aren’t! I forbid it! Ivar you will die, I have seen it you know I have just as you know I am right.’

‘You said there would be a storm and there was, but that storm has passed. I am getting on that ship mother and more than anything I want your support, but with or without it, I will not change my mind.’

‘Please Ivar, you are my son-’

‘That is the problem Mother!’ Ivar snapped before he could stop himself.

Aslaug looked at her son, completely stunned as he had never raised his voice at her before despite his many tantrums.

‘I am your son and that is all you see...your poor crippled sin that you saved from the woods, am not that baby anymore. I am a man, I have been for some time now but you refuse to see that.’ Ivar said keeping his head low, unable to look at his mother as he spoke.

‘All my life you have smothered me in your attention and love, and I love you for that, but I hate it. While my brothers ran wild as children you kept inside because you didn’t want me to get hurt, but getting hurt is apart of life, a life without it is hardly a life. I hurt everyday anyway, so what are you really keeping me from?’ he finished.

With all his inner strength he forced himself to look up at his mother’s tear streaked face, and how it broke his heart to make her cry. All he wanted to do was make his useless legs work so that he could chase after her when she left, but he couldn’t and even if he could it wasn’t the right thing to do.

The sleep he fell into this time was not as peaceful as his first one was and when he woke up he did not feel too well rested, but still after Trya had massaged his legs he crawled into the great hall for first meal.

He noticed his mother’s seat was empty.

‘Good morning Ivar.’ the princess greeted with a smile and that alone helped put him at ease.

‘Boys, Ivar has something to tell you.’ Ragnar said.

Ivar looked to his brothers and felt a spark of pride in his heart as he puffed out his chest a bit as he gave his news.

‘When (Y/N) returns to her country I will be travelling with her so that we may have a Tunisian wedding, when we return we will have a second Viking wedding.’ he announced taking the princess’s hand in his own.

‘What?’ Ubbe asked in shock.

‘Yes, we will marry in the Spirit Caves. I am sure my mother will make it a great celebration and I suspect I will pick a fine beast for Ivar.’ the princess smiled.

‘Beast?’ Ivar asked.

‘Yes...a tradition in my village, after the man wins the matrimonial fight the woman proves her worth by hunting a great beast and making her husband a fine pelt. Obviously this must be done alone with no help and is rather dangerous, because of that it is a tradition carried out by mostly warriors and royals.’ she explained.

‘And you will do this...for me?’ Ivar asked.

‘Of course, I also wish to prove I am a worthy spouse.’

‘You are already worth the world and more to me.’

Before the princess could reply Ragnar threw a piece of bread at her and then another at Ivar.

‘Hey! You two are going to make my fish taste sweet! Stop it the rest of us are eating here, save it for your wedding nights.’ he teased.

Ivar rolled his eyes and ate the bread that he had been hit with and motioned for his fiance to follow him as he left.

Thankfully the conversation between them today was easy and casual if not a bit flirtatious as they walked through Kattegat.

She spoke again to a few of the merchants that she had met before, most of which gave them gifts in congratulations of their engagement. It was odd for Ivar to see so many people smiling at him, most people do not favor him, and understands why. Be it because of his legs, or his violent behaviors and twisted personality; he didn’t care much, he didn’t need their acceptance.

Still it was quite nice having so much positive attention from people outside of his family, as well as so many men looking at him with envy.

By mid day the two Tunisian servants were begging to retire to her chambers so that she could at least put down all the gifts they were carrying. 

‘Of course, besides I’m sure you both must be tired after these last few weeks with the preparations for the Matrimonial Fight. Take the day to rest, do as you please.’ (Y/N) said.

Leena and Kya smiled brightly as they hurried off to the hall.

Ivar, despite how he tried not to let it show, was growing tired as they made their way to the outskirts of Kattegat.

Of course with her being as observant as she was the princess noticed, she also saw how he was trying to push himself for her sake.

‘Let us rest Ivar, I believe this tree is a nice spot.’ she said while sitting underneath the tree’s shade.

For a moment Ivar looked ready to argue but the princess hushed him with a single look and he moved to rest beside his intended.

‘Your mother visited me last night.’ (Y/N) said the princess.

‘She what?’ 

‘She woke me up in the early hours of the morning, she cursed me something awful at first for wanting to put you on a boat knowing you would die. I told her I knew you wouldn’t, because I wouldn’t let you, but it did little to ease her worries.’

‘Why are you telling me this?’ Ivar asked.

‘She wanted me to tell you that she is cross and if...if you insist on going than not only would she not be speaking with you, also she has forbid Ragnar from helping you prepare the ship for our journey.’ (Y/N) informed.

Immediately his heart was filled with sadness and before he could control himself Ivar felt the tears begin to run down his cheeks. The princess pulled Ivar into her arms and let him weed into her chest, holding him close.

He couldn’t believe this, he was crying like a child on the woman he was meant to marry, but he couldn’t stop. Never before had his mother been cross with him and the fact that his marriage was what had angered her hurt him.

‘If...if you wish to call off the wedding I under-’

‘Hush.’ Ivar ordered.

At first the princess tensed up and prepared to argue, no one had ever dared to speak to her like this and she did not really like it, but when she looked at his face she saw how serious he was.

‘I want to marry you...I want to get on the boat and sail the seas to discover new lands. I wanted to go with my father when he sailed off for England for revenge, but I let my love for my mother stop me; I will not let it hold me back again, not from a woman as good as you.’ 

‘Will you always think this? Even if your mother is right and there is a storm?’ (Y/N) asked.

‘If I die with you at sea in a weeks time I will have no argument, for that is better than dying a hundred years later alone.’ Ivar said, looking deep into the princess’s eyes.

Soon they were both leaning in, both of them ready to feel the others lips again as they had just as they had last night, but they were stopped.

‘Ivar!’ Hvitserk yelled as he ran up to the pair and sat on Ivar’s free side and shook his younger brother by the shoulders.

‘We are going with you!’ he said excitedly.

‘Stop shaking me you idiot.’ Ivar managed to say.

‘Let him go Hvitserk.’ Ubbe said as he calmly walked over.

At last Hvitserk released him and allowed Ivar to regain his composure and notice that all his brothers were now standing under the tree.

‘What is he talking about Ubbe?’

‘Father says we will all be travelling with you to Tunisia, to meet the in-laws and show a sign of good faith in our alliance.’ the eldest brother explained.

‘All of you?’ Ivar asked with wide eyes.

‘Father too, and he says he also offered mother accommodations on the ship as well but none of us are sure if she will accept it.’ Sigurd added.

‘Bjorn is going to stay here and rule in Father’s place, that way he and Floki can have more time to prepare the ships for his journey to the Mediterranean.’ Ubbe said.

‘How exciting.’ (Y/N) said with a smile, also excited that she could show her new family where she was so proud to come from.

All the arguments Ivar was about to voice died in an instant, despite the fact that he wanted this to be his own moment if it would please her to have them along then he would agree.

‘Mother says that Father isn’t allowed to help you prepare the ship so we are going to help you, so come on.’ Ubbe said as he dragged Ivar up and put him on his back.

‘Wait a moment.’ Ivar protested, he didn’t want to prepare the ship right now, he was meant to be spending the day with his bride to be.

‘No, we need to get a move on, there is already a crew waiting for us at the docks.’ Hvitserk said.

‘If you lot are going to be making preparations for the journey I would like to join you.’ the princess said.

‘Nonsense, this is mother challenging Ivar, he has to do this on his own, why don’t you stay out here, enjoy this day or maybe find a spot for that shelter you were thinking about.’ Ubbe suggested.

‘Are you sure...Ivar?’ she asked.

He wanted more than anything to have her by his side at all times, but his brother was right. His mother didn’t think that he could do this, that he would do this, and that is exactly why he had to do it alone.

‘I will prepare the ship for us, and by the next moon we will make way to Tunisia.’ Ivar said.

His brother all bid (Y/N) farewell in too their leave.

‘Next moon?!’ Sigurd hissed.

‘That is barely over a fortnight away, no one can prepare a ship that fast.’ Hvitserk agreed.

Ivar knew in his head his brother’s were right, it took an average of month to prepare a ship, with good conditions. Getting it done by next moon was simply unheard of, but when he turned around and saw her there he knew one thing.

‘I can do it...for her.’     

#ivar x reader #alliance series #vikings imagine #ivar the boneless #hvitserk lothbrok #sigurd snake in the eye #Ubbe Lothbrok #Bjorn Ironside #Ragnar Lothbrok #aslaug

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Title: Alliance 

Summary: The princes show their guest around Kattegat and she shows the quite a bit too.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

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Part One

The princess slept amazingly well considering that she was in a completely different country, but she was also exhausted from the journey.

As were her servants who were meant to wake her so that she could eat her first meal with the royal family.

The family that was waiting for the exotic princess in the great hall right now.

‘Where is she?’ Aslaug asked.

‘She’s had her first long journey, she is probably sleeping.’ Ragnar said.

‘We should send someone to wake her.’ Ubbe said.

‘I’ll go get her.’ Hvitserk said eagerly.

‘You will not, her guards will see your ill intentions miles away.’ Ragnar dismissed.

‘And then you will be in pieces that are miles apart.’ Sigurd laughed.

‘Ivar, you go and get her.’ Aslaug said before taking a drink of ail.

‘What? Why am I the one?’ Ivar asked.

‘You look the least threatening, and it was you she seemed to take a liking to.’ Ubbe said.

With a great sigh Ivar slid out if his seat and began to crawl toward the guest chamber that they had prepared for the dark skinned princess.

As he crawled he thought of the princess.

He thought about what an oddity she was, not just in her appearance but her personality as well.

While her dark skin and thick curly hair was certainly captivating her personality was what really affected him.

Ivar had expected to hate her; she did not believe in the Gods, the true Gods. Sven never told any of them about the religion of the land he had found so Ivar assumed that they were Christian.

How he hated Christians.

But she wasn't Christian, nor was she Viking. Instead, she came speaking of things called spirits.

Of course he knew it was nonsense, only the Gods were real, but the idea that when he did die he would be evolved into a powerful being was interesting.

At last he was at the door and like his brother assumed they let him in with no issue.

He opened the door and saw that the princess was indeed in her bed with her servants.

'Princess?’ Ivar called.

Suddenly Ivar had to jerk to the right to avoid a dagger that had come flying at him. Had it not been for his quick reflexes he had no doubt he'd be dead right now.

He looked up and what he saw made his eyes go wide.

Princess (Y/N) was now sitting up straight, so were her startled slaves.

And they were all bare, at least from the waist up, that much Ivar could see, and oh he saw.

Ivar had never seen a woman’s breast other than his mother’s as a child, and now he was looking at three pairs of dark skinned beauties.

‘Ah, prince Ivar. I am sorry, you frightened me.’ the royal woman yawned as she stretched, unaware that Ivar hadn’t even blinked yet since he had seen her.

Her two girls got out of the bed and they were indeed completely naked, and that made Ivar snap out of his daze enough to regain the sense to look away as they dressed their princess before they put on their own clothes.

‘What brought you into my chambers?’ (Y/N) asked sleepily as she walked over to the bowl to wash her face.

‘It-it is time for breakfast, we were waiting on you to join us.’ Ivar stuttered keeping his eyes low even though he knew she was dressed now.

‘Oh I am sorry to keep you all waiting, I must have overslept. Cold weather always made me sleepy, the long journey only added to my tiredness. Let us be on our way.’ she said.

Ivar lead the way, staying quiet, not by any choice of his own. He didn’t know what to say to her after he had seen what he just did.

‘Princess, I assume you slept well.’ Ragnar greeted.

‘I did, my apologies for being so late.’ she smiled formally.

‘All is forgiven, please eat and tell us what you have planned for today.’ the king smiled.

One her servants placed a plate of food in front of her and she thanked the girl before sending her and the other one to the kitchen to eat.

‘You let them eat at the same time as you?’ Hvitserk asked as he watched them go.

‘They do also need to eat, last I checked servants were human. Humans who need food and sleep and other basic things.’ she said as she ate.

‘They are slaves.’ Aslaug said.

‘No, in my kingdom we do not have slaves, we have servants. People who freely choose to serve in exchange for payment or food and shelter.’ the African said seriously.

‘You are too kind to the lesser people...princess.’ the queen said with hard eyes.

‘I don’t believe there is any such thing as a...lesser person, my queen. We all die and we all join the spirits, and you never know who stands between your life and your death. Best not to have too many people who want you dead...especially not the people who make your food and pour your drinks.’ she smiled falsely.

Everyone’s eyes went to the queen and they held their breath in anticipation. No one really spoke back to her. She was the queen after all, not to mention she was the only person Ivar cared for and he was quite the guard dog.

‘Perhaps you are right. All of you to the kitchen, eat before you get started on your chores.’ Aslaug directed.

The thralls all seemed to be hesitant and unsure, but eventually they all headed out of the hall and toward the kitchen.

Complete silence.

No one, not even Ivar himself had ever had the ability to change Aslaug’s opinion on anything.

More and more Ivar was finding more things about this woman that just fascinated him.

The princess smiled at the queen as she ate, and Aslaug smiled as well behind her chalice; for a moment there was a comfortable silence.

‘So princess, what do you plan on doing today?’ Ragnar asked.

‘Well I plan to walk through the town, see how the common people live as I did back at home everyday.’

‘If you are going to explore the village I do implore you to let my sons accompany you.’ the king suggested.

‘If you insist, but I hope my bringing one of my guards doesn’t offend you. I do not go anywhere without her.’ the princess said.

As his father spoke to the princess Ivar’s mind was still stuck on the sight of her naked upper half and how attractive he found her. How strange it was to find someone attractive, sure Ivar knew that some people were beautiful, but he never felt the attraction.

‘Ivar.’

He looked over and saw Hvitserk leaning over and whispering to him.

‘Yes brother?’ Ivar whispered back, looking to make sure the Princess and his father didn’t overhear them.

‘You have been quiet since you came back to the table, you are only quiet when angry or confused.’ his brother said.

‘So are you confused or angry?’ Ubbe asked.

His brothers really were quite the nuisance sometimes, they were idiots but they did know him too well.

‘I saw her.’ he whispered.

‘Saw?’ Hvitserk questioned.

Ivar rolled his eyes and as subtle as he could he slid his hand across his chest and raised his brows.

‘I saw.’ he emphasized.

Hvitserk’s eyes widened in shock before he tapped Sigurd and whispering in his ear, then Sigurd’s eyes grew as well.

Sigurd and Hvitserk stood up and pulled Ivar from his seat.

‘Where are you going?’ their mother asked.

‘Just making a quick stop to the market, we will be back to walk the princess through the town.’ Sigurd lied as they carried Ivar away.

‘Ubbe come on!’ Hvitserk yelled over his shoulder.

The oldest prince sighed and picked up a piece of bread and followed after his brothers.

No one paid any attention to the princes, they had been watching the boys carry Ivar through these markets for years.

Hvitserk and Sigurd sat Ivar down on his usual boulder that sat almost right in the middle of the markets. His mother had it placed there so Ivar could sit and watch the merchants, something that often brought him peace.

‘What all did you see?’ Hvitserk asked eagerly, Sigurd looking just as excited for his answer.

‘Just her chest.’ Ivar replied, not liking the nervous feeling he got remembering his morning’s event.

‘What did they look like?’ Hvitserk pressed.

‘They...were brown like the rest of her but her nipples were darker.’ Ivar tried to explain.

‘Like a well cooked piece of meat, and all you want is to take hold of them and see if they tastes as good and tender they look.’ Ubbe spoke as he sat by his brother on the boulder.

‘You have seen her as well?’ Ivar asked, unsure of why he suddenly felt a bubbling anger building in his belly.

‘I saw everything, I went to speak with her last night after the feast.’

‘Oi! You boar, I thought you had no intention to marry her!’ Hvitserk accused.

‘I don’t, and I told her this...I didn’t lay with her you idiots.’ Ubbe explained.

‘How could you see such a woman and not bed her?’ Sigurd asked, as if the idea was completely mad.

‘She is our guest and a princess from a country that Sven says can be very violent; she isn’t a thrall I can command to get in bed with me.’ Ubbe reasoned.

‘I’d do my damn best to get her in bed, just one night.’ Hvitserk said.

‘As would I, did you see the way she danced at the feast? Beautiful.’ Sigurd swooned.

‘Listen to you two. The way you talk I would think you want to marry her.’ the eldest spoke before he took a bite of his bread.

��Is that what you want brothers?’ Ivar asked, hoping his anger was hidden behind his calm voice.

Of course it wasn’t.

Ivar’s brother knew him. They knew he was always angry and his voice always calmed down to chilling levels when he was truly pissed.

‘Of course not, I’m far too young to be sworn to one woman forever.’ Hvitserk dismissed.

‘Neither do I, but I do want to bed her. I want to hear her cry in pleasure while I’m on top of her.’ Sigurd said with a wicked grin.

‘Good luck young prince, the women of her kingdom are quite dominant.’ Sven said as he walked up to the boulder.

‘Sven.’ Hvitserk said nervously.

There was no secret that their father’s friend had taken a great liking to the princess, seeing her as a daughter almost. Seeing how he had lost his first and only daughter to the plague that had killed their own half sister Gida it wouldn’t surprise the princes if he was protective over the girl.

‘We did not mean to-’ Sigurd began to apologize.

‘No need son, (Y/N) is a woman and you are men. All I wanted to say was you will all have quite the challenge ahead of you if all you wish to do is bed her. She keeps her guard up and is only here considering marriage for the sake of her people. (Y/N) has taken no interest in any man in her life.’ Sven said.

This made the Sons of Ragnar go quiet for second before they all groaned in disappointment.

‘Great, so she prefers the company of women...like Lagertha.’ Hvitserk complained.

‘She did sleep naked with her servants.’ Ivar spoke up.

‘So you saw three beautiful naked brown women this morning when you went to breakfast?’ Sigurd accused.

‘...her’s looked the best to me.’ Ivar confessed.

‘Wait a moment, how did you know her women were dominant Sven?’ Ubbe asked.

The old man smile and nudged his head toward the arch of the great hall, inside they could see (Y/N)’s personal guard, Bintu Ivar recalled.

‘You didn’t?’ Ivar grinned.

‘She’ll have you believe that much, best pretend you believe her. Unless you want to see how good she is with that spear.’ Sven laughed.

The men all shared a laugh at the old man’s tale of sexual victory before he told them that the princess was getting dressed for her walk through Kattegat.

Ubbe put Ivar on his back and they all headed back to great hall where they waited for the princess and her servants.

‘I’m sorry to keep you waiting a second time this morning.’

They all looked up to see the princess and were just stunned by her appearance, even though the clothes she wore were not nearly as revealing as what the wore last night it was still gorgeous.

The dress went down to her ankles and the design was so unique and different from anything they had ever seen. The dress had no sleeves and it seemed only her breast held it up, around her shoulders was a shawl like thing that matched the dress perfectly. Her hair had been pulled into a ponytail and the rest was wrapped up and around her neck was a beautiful long pearl necklace.

‘We are happy to wait for such a beauty.’ Hvitserk said.

The princess smiled at the compliment before they all went on their way.

‘Was this one of your duties in your kingdom?’ Sigurd asked.

‘Yes. Every day I had to walk the whole village and make sure every single person was well. Make sure no one is begging or stealing, check with the healers to see if any dangerous illnesses had spread.’ she answered.

‘Why did it matter?’ Hvitserk asked.

‘Because if there are beggars and thieves then that means there is poverty, and poverty can ruin a kingdom if left unattended. It can cause an uprising among the people and dethrone a royal lineage and a government.’

As she spoke Ivar looked around and saw a few beggars sitting in front of the bakers and he saw (Y/N) see it as well.

She excused herself from her conversation with his brothers and walked straight over to the group of poor men.

‘Hello, what are your names?’ she asked politely.

‘My name is Olif.’ one said.

‘I am Tristian.’ said the next.

‘Erik the Watcher.’ the oldest introduced.

‘Why are you called a watcher?’ she asked.

‘I have been watching this town for years and years. I watched even Ragnar and his brother receive their armrings. I watched this town go from less than twenty houses to a great marketing capital.’ the old man said.

‘That is amazing, tell me would you all like to have a private lunch with me in the hall today? I will personally cook you a meal from my home, I would love to speak with you all a bit more if I can.’ she offered.

‘Even a fool as old as me wouldn’t turn down a meal cooked by a princess.’ the man smiled.

The princess smiled and called to one of her servants to bring her the bag she was carrying, once she had it she pulled out a half loaf of bread and some meat and cheese.

‘I hope these will hold you all over until I meet with you for lunch.’

The old man smiled and gratefully accepted the food, placing a kiss on her hand.

‘Thank you princess.’ they all said.

With a sad sigh she excused herself and returned to the princes and continued her walk.

‘You are very kind princess.’ Hvitserk commented.

‘I’m not kind, I just know the value of the love of my people; and if that man has seen as much as he claims he can give me a very detailed history of this place. Reveal the real story and the secrets.’

Onward they walked through the town, they saw the merchants and the princess seemed to possess an almost childlike curiosity.

She looked at every stand and spoke with every merchant briefly about how they liked selling  here and what were some issues they had.

‘By the time we actually get through the market everyone here will know her personally.’ Ubbe said.

‘That is the plan, how can one protect her people without knowing them, and what loyalty do you owe a stranger.’ Bintu said from where she stood beside them.

She was very quiet around the princes, so quiet they almost forgot the giant woman was walking with them.

Ivar had been watching her talk to a woman who was selling fabric and in that moment the sun hit her just right to make it seem like she was glowing like a Goddess.

That very thought scared the cripple near to death, he never knew anyone that he could imagine as being godly other than his beautiful mother.

Immediately Ivar shook away the thought and stopped watching her completely, at last the princess began walking to the next stand.

The blacksmiths.

‘Hello.’ she smiled.

‘Hello miss.’

‘I was wondering if you had any issues running your business here.’ she asked.

‘Nothing other than usual stuff… like getting good able workers.’ the man laughed.

‘Watch it old timer.’ Ivar spoke up with a raised brow.

Again the old man laughed, walking over to stand beside where Ivar was sitting in the dirt.

‘Do not worry Ivar, just a joke. We both know you are the best of my boys.’ the blacksmith said, placing a hand on Ivar’s shoulder.

This seemed to interest the princess greatly.

‘You work, prince Ivar?’ she asked.

‘I can’t very well wait for this old man to repair something every time I break it. Besides his eyes are as dull the weapons...after he’s sharpened them.’ Ivar grinned.

The others oohed and jeered in teasing while their brother and his mentor bounced back insults together, none of them paying attention to the princess that was watching them.

‘What are you thinking princess?’ Bintu asked.

‘I am thinking nothing.’ she said coyly.

‘Liar, I know you well enough to see through you.’ Bintu sighed.

‘I already knew coming here it would only be under extreme horrible conditions that I returned home unmarried. These men are not extremely horrible...strange looking of course, but they certainly have unique spirits.’ (Y/N) confessed.

‘You seem to like one’s spirit more that the others.’ the guard teased.

‘Leave me be Bintu, I simply find him interesting.’ she blushed.

‘You are interested.’ Bintu laughed.

‘Hush you, I’m supposed to look serious in front of the princes.’ the princess was whining now.

‘Oh fine, but who knows maybe he likes the playful kind.’

‘He doesn’t strike me as playful.’ the girl replied.

‘We’ll see if he can strike you when you train with him.’ Bintu seriously, the lighthearted atmosphere gone in a second.

It was almost an unspoken law in your home, no royal woman should marry a man that can not best or match her in battle. This tradition was strongly followed by women warriors, it was why Bintu was unmarried. Despite her beauty she refused to marry a weak man that could not protect her should she ever be in a state where she couldn’t defend herself.

After being with Bintu for her entire life the princess had come to have the same belief, she wanted to see more than how the princes trained.

She needed to see who was worthy of the sacred matrimonial fight.

‘Go on you royal little brats, we working folk don’t get breaks.’ the blacksmith said, hitting Ivar on the head playfully before he returned to his shop.

‘May I apologize for my mentor, he is so easily distracted in his old age.’ Ivar said, loud enough for the man to hear.

‘Piss off Ivar.’ was the reply.

With their graceful dismissal the royal band went on their way, finally making it out of the markets, it was a wonder (Y/N)’s servants could hold all the free favors the merchants had given her.

The walk through the housing areas went much faster thank the Gods, as they walked the brothers asked more questions about Tunisia.

‘When Sven returned with that scar we all thought he had found trouble, but we see all your people have it, except you.’ Hvitserk said.

‘We bleed the people of our land, they bleed on our land and in doing so they pledge loyalty to it and the royal family. Royals are not bled because they are sworn to protect the land and its people.’ (Y/N) answered.

‘When do you bleed them?’ Ubbe asked.

‘Only when the parents bring them to us when they feel their child is old enough to understand what it means to bleed.’

‘What do you do for your children when they come of age?’ the princess asked.

‘We have a Theen for our boys when they are about twelve or thirteen, we give them an armring. Anything that they swear on this ring must be truthful and any pledges must be honored, otherwise they will never get into Valhalla.’ Ubbe explained hold out his arm to show his ring.

‘And the girls? I already know you have woman warriors, do they have a ring so their words are sacred as well?’

‘No...we have shieldmaidens that fight with us, but they don’t receive the armring because they are not expected to be warriors at that age.’ Ivar said.

The princes had never seen as much annoyance in one woman’s face as they did on (Y/N)’s, her eyes rolling made it even more obvious.

‘Well let’s hope your women are honest, sense nothing forces them to be.’ she said.

Finally by lunch time the walk was over, after the princes explained that the town was far too large to see it all in one day.

‘Shame, we will go out farther tomorrow.’ she said in disappointment.

At the great hall Ragnar and Aslaug were sitting in their thrones.

‘How was your walk princess?’ Aslaug asked.

‘Very informative, in fact I will be having a few guest for lunch soon. I should be headed to the kitchen now.’ said the guest.

‘Why?’ asked the queen in complete confusion.

‘To make lunch personally for my guests, but do not worry I will make enough for everyone.’ she smiled before she headed to the kitchen and one servant went to follow while the other took the things from the market to the guest chamber.

‘What did she mean by informative?’ Ragnar asked, looking at Ivar.

The relationship between Ivar and his father was strange but it worked for them. Even though Ivar knew that his father had tried to abandon him, and it hurt him, he still loved and idolized his great father. Ragnar felt a great deal of guilt for what he had done to Ivar and to earn his own forgiveness he worked strategically closer with Ivar than his other sons.

‘She spoke with all the merchants about their business and spoke with a few beggars.’ Ivar reported.

‘So complete nonsense.’ Aslaug scoffed.

‘Not completely mother, her reasoning was well founded I assure you. I think we can learn a few things about governing our people from her ideals.’ Ivar said, surprising everyone.

‘The princess believes the best way to keep power and peace among the people is to know and take care of them. Apparently her main duty as the princess in her homeland is walking through the village and ensuring her people are content.’ Ivar started.

‘And you think we should do such a thing?’ Ragnar asked.

‘I will not make a decision for you father, but it is good to know your people and their struggles.’

Ragnar hummed before telling his sons to wash before lunch.

They all headed for their chambers except one.

Ivar waited until the others had closed their doors before he headed to the kitchens, there was no way the princess was actually going to cook for beggars.

He crawled silently to the kitchen and quietly opened the door and was surprised to find that she was indeed personally cooking with the servants.

‘How is the soup coming?’ the princess asked while she was rolling out balls of dough.

‘It is ready, the cooks had everything chopped already so we really just heated it really.’ said her servant.

‘Thank the cooks and be sure they get plenty of soup and fufu.’

‘Fufu?’ one of the thralls asked.

The princess smiled sweetly and held up a dough balls and dipped it in the large pot of soup and handed it the thrall.

‘Bite.’ she instructed.

The slave took a bite and her eyes widened as she moaned at the taste.

‘It’s delicious! This bread taste just like-’

‘Potatoes. I made potato fufu since there was such a large amount of spuds available here. Do you think the others will like it?’

‘They certainly will, thank you for allowing me to taste it ma’am. You are very kind...kindness isn’t something thralls often find.’ she smiled.

Ivar saw such a sadness in (Y/N)’s eyes as she held the slave’s cheek gently.

‘Please know this...I wish I could free every slave there was, but I cannot. All I have to offer you is my kindness...and I am sorry it is not enough.’

The girl brought up her hand to rest on top of the princess’s hand that still held her cheek.

‘It is more than I have been given...and more than I dare to ask for.’ she smiled.

(Y/N) took a moment to compose herself before she went back to her original task.

‘Leena, would you please go and help set the table? I’m sure the others have pulled out the table by now and ask for a second table for my guest.’ she said.

Ivar quickly realized he needed to get away from the kitchen door and fast because that servant girl was already coming his way.

He started to crawl away as fast as he could, only making it a few feet before the door opened and the servant...Leena came and saw him.

Ivar put his finger to his lips, asking her to keep quiet and not announce his presence to the others.

The servant nodded and closed the door behind her.

Ivar sighed in relief and thanked her.

‘Why were you...seeing us?’ the girl asked, clearly she wasn’t as fluent in Norse as her princess.

‘I wanted to see if she really was cooking for those men.’ Ivar answered.

‘My princess keeps her word...always.’

‘I am seeing that, doesn’t make it any easier to believe. A person who keeps their word is very rare and hard to come by.’ Ivar said before he finally began crawling to his room to wash up.

He had his usual thrall, one his mother had assigned him when he was a child, a woman that had been washing and clothing him his whole life.

Ivar didn’t know her name.

Only today did he realize how wrong that was, that the woman had been at his side and and at his beck and call his since he was boy and he never bothered to ask her name.

What did he need to know her name for? The woman was just another slave, she was just there to serve him. Nothing more and she would be easy to replace...so why did not knowing her name make him feel like such shit?

As she was dressing him Ivar couldn’t take the feeling anymore.

‘What is your name?’

The woman stopped as she was putting on his socks and stared at him in shock.

‘I am Trya, my prince.’ she said.

‘Trya.’ Ivar hummed.

‘Never again will I call you anything else other than your name...Trya...you deserve that much.’ he said.

In the great hall the trio of beggars were reluctantly standing in the archway unsure of entering, the king and queen staring at them only made them more uneasy.

‘Please do come in, You are guests of my guest.’ Ragnar invited.

In they came and sat at the only table available...and just as the silence became uncomfortable in walked the princess and her servants.

‘Hello, did you wait long?’ she asked.

‘Not at all.’ Olif said.

‘Felt like forever.’ Ragnar whispered.

One of the servants placed bowls of soup in the men while the other placed bowls in front of the king and queen.

‘This is Fufu, my favorite dish and one of the few things I know how to cook.’ she explained.

‘Thank you so much Princess, I am sure it will be delicious.’ Tristian said.

‘You are welcome, just break off a piece of the fufu and dip it into the soup.’

Olif was the first to try the foreign dish, and he was watched by everyone, including the royals.

‘It is delicious.’ the man said excitedly.

The others saw his enthusiasm and also began to try the meal, and they all seemed to enjoy it greatly.

It was at that moment the princes entered the hall and took their seats.

Bowls of soup and fufu were placed in front of them, their parents telling them how to eat the strange food.

While the viking royals ate at the high table princess (Y/N) sat with the beggars.

‘If you do not mind, do tell me how you ended up where you currently are.’

‘Well I guess for me it started when I was just a boy back in Hedeby… the earl was having disputes with the earl in Yotaland over some trades I think. I remember there being less money...then there less food. I didn’t know it then but I’ve come to learn wars are expensive and best way to fund them is raising taxes.’ Erik started.

‘My father took me into the woods to teach me to hunt, we skinned a boar and fell asleep. I woke up alone and half the boar was gone. I wandered around until someone found me and brought me here.’

‘Hunters?’ the princess guessed.

‘Yes, they took me in, and life was fine for years until…’ the old man looked over at Ragnar, something the king noticed.

‘Please go on with your story, I will not be offended.’ he assured.

‘After you overthrew the old earl and sailed off west and Yarl Bjorg attacked they killed the family that took me in and took up the house. I only just escaped, I didn’t even have a ring yet...I was too young. I never found anyone to take me in for more than a year or so/ Once I was old enough I worked odd jobs, never saved enough to but anything worth having. Just food and ale and I just...never stopped.’

‘That is horrible.’ (Y/N) said sadly.

’It is my life, I can't even imagine living a different one...being a different man.’

'What of you two?’ Aslaug asked.

'Gambling...I lost everything.’

'My wife spent more than we had on healers before the lump in her breasts killed her. Whatever money I get goes to them.’

'I am sorry for your misfortunes, all of you. Thank you so much for speaking with me today.’

The rest of lunch was pleasant, the beggars telling wild funny tales that had the royals in stitches. Even Bintu had to hide a snicker behind her hand.

‘You men are all delightful, here take this...trade it for a few nights at the tavern.’ (Y/N) said taking off her beaded necklace and handing it to Olif.

'I will find a more permanent shelter for you all soon.’

'Princess we couldn't possibly take this.’ Erik denied.

'You can and you will, I insist. I do not want to see you all begging again. You are all worth more than that.’ she smiled.

As the princess and the beggars spoke the high table attendants were watching curiously.

'What permanent shelter?’ Sigurd asked.

'I have no clue, one of us will have ask her.’ Ubbe said.

‘Ivar will do it.’ Hvitserk said as he finished his third bowl of soup.

‘Why me...again?’ asked the youngest prince.

‘She likes you.’ Ragnar shrugged.

‘She does not...she barely knows me.’ Ivar denied.

‘What does that matter? I liked your father before I had even seen him; trust me my boy, she likes you. A woman knows that look.’ Aslaug said calmly.

Ivar chose not to reply to his mother and chose to down the rest of his ale instead, struggling to keep his eyes from landing on the princess.

At last the princess sent the three men on their way to the tavern to finally have a decent place to sleep and a third meal today, making promises that she would find something better for them as soon as she could.

‘They were good company, I never would have guessed.’ the queen said.

‘You can never tell how someone is based on their look and title. It was a lesson my father taught me when I was a child. May his spirit carry on.’

‘What of your father? Sven spoke highly of your mother, the queen, but he spoke nothing of your father.’ Ragnar asked.

‘My father.’ the princess started.

‘May his spirit carry on.’ all of the foreign company said.

‘He was killed...by men who claimed to be allies of Tunisia. They came into our home with rich gifts...and a poison laced chalice.’ she said...her anger raising in her voice.

‘Cowards.’ Bintu hissed.

‘Traitors.’ said the two servants in the same anger.

‘I am sorry.’

‘Don’t be, those men got their justice...and we made sure they didn’t find peace easily. They won’t join the great spirits for years to come. Even now in the dungeons of our palace those men are screaming and begging for death. Death that won’t come until the spirits stop their beating hearts.’ Princess (Y/N) said darkly.

The amount of pure power and violence in the princesses voice was alarming and shocking to hear from someone who was sweet as summer berries just minutes ago.

It was also immensely attractive to Ivar, he loved that look in her eyes...the bloodlust.

‘Well then...let the spirits keep those hearts pumping and those lungs full of air...so their screams may one day hit our ears as well.’ Ivar smiled, raising his cup of ale to the princess.

‘Skol.’

(Y/N) smiled and bowed politely before turning to walk back to her chambers.

As Ivar drank he noticed that his whole family was grinning at him.

‘Shut up.’ he said.

‘She likes you.’ Ragnar smiled.

‘She doesn’t.’

‘Yes she does.’ Aslaug teased as well.

‘Mother.’ Ivar whined in betrayal.

His brothers all laughed and jeered, making Ivar’s ears burn in embarrassment.

‘Traitors all of you.’ Ivar said.

‘Don’t be so bitter little brother, this is a good thing Ivar. She likes you...you like her; the two of you can marry and form a strong Alliance between our country and hers. The gold they have backing our wars and raids, our ships shipping their goods and letting them see more worlds.’ Ubbe said as he stood up and walked around the table to put his hands on Ivar’s shoulders.

‘You mean if I marry her you won’t have to.’ Ivar rolled his eyes, pushing Ubbe’s hands away.

‘And we can have her servants.’ Hvitserk said raising his cup to Sigurd.

‘Both of you hush, you should all be putting forth your best efforts to marry that girl. She is a princess and your lack of effort could be seen as offensive. Besides you do all need to find yourselves decent wives. Ubbe your father was married at your age.’ Aslaug said.

‘Look how it turned out.’ Ragnar said before he took up his horn of ale.

All the sons rolled their eyes this time and quickly dismissed themselves before their mother could pull their father into this argument.

Again.

‘Must such a lovely lunch end on such a sour note every damn time?’ Hvitserk asked as they walked toward their chambers.

‘Of course, those two can’t stay in good company for more than an hour or so.’ Sigurd said.

‘Nevermind them; let’s go and train.’ Ubbe suggested.

Training was something the brothers often used as an excuse to get away from their squabbling parents, which is why they were so well trained.

‘One of us should go and get the princess...and no it will not be me.’ Ivar said.

‘I’ll get her!’ Hvitserk said eagerly.

No one could protest before the lanky brother turned tail and headed toward than the guest hall.

Hvitserk was very excited, finally he would be the one to come into the princesses chamber and hopefully he will also see her as his brothers had.

Outside the princesses door stood her two guards.

‘I am here to invite the princess to train with us.’ he said.

The two women exchanged words in the language he didn’t understand before one of them nodded and knocked on the door.

‘The prince is here to train with you Princess.’

‘Which one?’

‘Skinny one.’

‘Open the door.’

The guard opened the door and Hvitserk entered the room with high hopes.

What he saw was breathtaking.

(Y/N) was taking down her hair, while her servants were removing her dress, just as he had fully entered the room the dress fell.

‘I must say for people who are so affected by nakedness you and and your brothers do seem to like walking in on me changing.’ she said as she stepped out of her dress.

‘Uh…I just wanted to tell you that me and the others were uh about to go train.’ Hvitserk managed to say.

The way Ubbe and Ivar explained her body did her no true justice; she was just absolutely stunning.

‘I heard, I will be ready in one moment, please wait outside.’

Hvitserk, still in a daze, followed her directions and waited by the door; all the while trying to keep from making his arousal obvious.

‘I am ready, lead the way please.’

Hvitserk turned and again he was rendered speechless.

Now the princess wore a pale colored outfit, the top looked snuggly wrapped around her breast only; then the skirt also appeared to have been around her naked body.

She carried a spear and her servant carried a bow and few arrows.

While Hvitserk took in the new rugged look of the princess the woman gave order to her other servant to go and fetch Bintu so that she too could train.

‘Prince Hvitserk I hope you and your brothers will not mind waiting for Bintu, she’d be furious if I trained without her.’ the princess said.

‘Of course we will wait, we have plenty of daylight left.’ Hvitserk said.

As they all walked out to the markets to Ivar’s boulder where his brothers were waiting, Hvitserk was finally getting his wits back.

His brothers however had nearly choked on their tongues when they saw her.

‘By the gods, this is how you dress to train?’ Ivar asked with wide eyes.

‘I couldn’t move the way I need to in that dress, in this I can move and run freely.’

‘Did I keep you all waiting long?’ Bintu asked as she approached with the servant girl.

Bintu was also dressed in the same way as her princess her ever present spear looking more intimidating now than it did before.  

‘Not at all. Please princes, lead the way to your training grounds.’ the princess replied.

The older brothers lifted Ivar into a chair that the princess had not noticed and then both Ubbe and Hvitserk lifted the chair by hoisters in the front and back.

‘A throne?’ Bintu asked in confusion ash she and the princess followed behind the men as they led the away from the market and into the woods.

‘Why do you carry Ivar in a throne?’ (Y/N) asked Ubbe.

‘It isn’t a thrown, just a chair. Mother gets angry when we let Ivar crawl through the woods.’ Sigurd replied.

‘But he crawls everywhere else.’ she said.

‘That is what I told her.’ Ivar pitched in.

‘Mothers hardly listen.’ the girl smiled.

‘No they don’t...neither do my brothers.’ Ivar whispered.

While Ivar and the princess share their own private conversation his brothers all shared a knowing look. Sure they had joked and teased but it really was quite obvious which one of them the princess wanted to take as her husband.

Bintu also noticed the fondness her princess had for the crippled prince and it worried her deeply. If this boy wasn’t able to prove himself a good enough warrior then no matter how fond she was of this Ivar then she would not marry him.

And the guard feared what the disappointment and broken heart would do the girl who had never experienced such a thing.

Onward they walked through the woods until they reached a clearing that had a pretty good set up, with animal heads strung up and a few targets handing up.

The princess and her guard looked around as Ivar was placed on his usual stump.

‘How do you like it?’ Ubbe asked.

‘It is nice…’

‘But.’ Ivar said.

‘Do your targets normally sit still?’ she asked.

‘No.’ Ivar answered.

‘In my land we hunt, we run to catch our prey...we chase them or we miss them.’

‘You are right, makes me sad to say I cannot run and chase.’ Ivar said looking down at his bound legs.

‘Don’t need legs to hit a moving target.’ the princess said as she took up her bow and arrow  from Bintu.

She threw the items to Ivar, the prince caught them effortlessly and watched as the princess took down one of the wooden targets.

‘Hit me.’ she said as she held the small target over her chest.

‘What?’ Ivar asked in confusion.

‘You heard me...hit me here.’ she repeated pointing to the center of the target before she began walking around the clearing.

‘I suggest you princes take cover, in case your brother misses.’ Bintu warned as she backed away.

‘Ready your bow, Ivar. hit the target.’

Ivar pulled back the arrow and did his best line up his aim but whenever he had it she would keep moving.

‘Stay still.’

‘Why? Would an enemy sit still? Would a doe stay put and let you hit it or would it run?’ the princess asked as she began to run around the clearing.

‘Come on! Hit me!’ she shouted, keeping her hard eyes on Ivar who tried to keep up with her, turning every which way with his his bow raised.

He released the first arrow that landed in the bark of tree that (Y/N) had passed three seconds ago, already she had passed four more trees as he readied the next arrow.

The woman stopped looked Ivar in the eye.

‘Come on North Boy! Hit the damn target!’ she yelled.

Anger boiled in Ivar as his frustration at his own incompetence grew, almost furiously he raised the bow and drew back the string, but he didn’t release it.

Instead he watched closely as she ran the full circle and paced her and figured she be right in front of him in two seconds.

He waited and just as she reached his chosen spot he released the arrow.

‘Ah!’

Ivar looked and saw that he had hit the wooden target...right in the center.

‘There you go!’ Hvitserk cheered.

Soon all his brothers, even Sigurd, were crowding him; praising him for his feat; paying no mind to the princess who had stepped back to speak with her guard and bestfriend.

‘Not too bad, learns fast.’ Bintu said.

‘I agree, seems to learn faster when he’s angry.’ the princess noted.

‘That is a dangerous game to play princess, he could get too angry and hurt someone.’

(Y/N) did not reply to that, but the words did not fall on deaf ears, she never took any warning lightly.

‘Princess! Your turn, we want to see how good you are at hitting moving targets.’ Ubbe asked.

The princess took down the rest of of the targets and handed one to each Son of Ragnar before taking the bow from Ivar as well as the arrows.

‘Run fast, raise the targets up and down...like a deer.’ she instructed, showing them how show wanted them to move the targets while they ran.

Ivar watched this with mixed feelings; on one hand he was very impressed, on the other he was offended that she had held back when asking him to hit the moving target.

No matter his feeling his brothers quickly began running around the training ground, raising and lowering their targets as they were told.

The princess quickly looked over each one and their patterns before firing arrow after arrow, each one hitting its mark, it seemed effortless.

‘Wow.’ Hvitserk said in awe.

‘You are getting slow…you need to do it again.’ Bintu said.

‘Are you telling her what to do?’ Sigurd asked, offhandedly.

If a servant had spoken to him with such authority he’s have them in the stocks in an instant.

Bintu tilted her head in what appeared to be amusement.

‘I’m training her, as I have done everyday since she was twelve. Do you think those skills came naturally?’ the older woman asked.

His title be damned, Sigurd had a gut feeling this woman would not hesitate to personally show him how she had trained the princess.

The princess laughed at the exchange.

‘Show them a bit Bintu.’ she smile.

‘Gladly.’ the guard as she raised her spear.

‘Pick one.’ Bintu said.

‘How about a bird from...that tree.’ the princess decided, pointing to a tree nearly a mile away, even Ivar’s trained eyes struggled to find it.

‘Get em going princess.’ Bintu said keeping her hard eyes on Sigurd.

With ease (Y/N) readied another arrow and pulled it back and let it fly.

The arrow hit the leaves of the tree and a great many birds flew from it, cawing so loud that it hurt Sigurd’s ears.

Bintu threw her spear with a grunt and the weapon flew so well it was as if the Gods had willed it to go further and faster than any spear they had ever seen.

‘If you do not mind going to get her spear Sigurd.’ the princess requested.

The prince had no arguments, as long as he got away from the tall scary woman.

While the others waited for their snake eyed brother to return they all doubted he would return with anything but the spear.

No way had this footsoldier was that skilled.

Eventually Sigurd returned with wide eyes as he held the spear, with a dead crow on the end of it.

They all looked back to the two Africans who were grinning smugly.

'Ivar, might I suggest never being unfaithful to this woman.’ Ubbe whispered.

'That guard would have your head if you dared try.’ Sigurd said, still in awe of Bintu's ability.

'If the princess doesn't kill you first.’ Hvitserk added.

'What makes you think I'd want to marry her now if I ever did?’ Ivar asked.

'Your the only one of us crazy enough to handle a woman that wild.’ Ubbe smiled.

Ivar went to argue and realized that he couldn’t, if any of his brothers could comfortably handle a woman that deadly it would be him.

Somehow things eventually relaxed and they all began training; with Bintu showing to older boys how she used her spear and them showing her the ways of the sword.

While they did that (Y/N) showed Ivar a few more tricks for hitting moving targets.

‘Feel for the wind and use its direction to help push your arrow further. Then watch your prey and pace how fast it moves, guess where it will be in an instant then release the arrow.’ the princess instructed.

Ivar took in her knowledge and readied his bow while she picked up the target.

This time she didn't run around instead throwing it in the air and catching it.

'Count the seconds between me throwing it up and it falling back down.’

Ivar counted, two seconds for it to go up before it fell.

He pulled back and released it on the first second, when (Y/N) caught it there was an arrow buried deep into the wood.

‘Very good.’ she praised.

'Thank you, now sat that down, time for you to pick up a sword.’ Ivar said as he put down the bow and arrow and picked up the sword that sat beside him.

(Y/N) hung the target back up and took one of the training swords from the rack.

'Do you use swords in your country?’ Ivar asked.

'We have them but they are not the weapon of choice in in my village.’ she said holding out the sword, getting its balance.

'Do you train with it?’

'A bit, I like to think I'm decent.’ was the princess's answer.

'Lets see, try and disarm me.’

The girls raised the sword and went to strike but Ivar easily blocked the attack and every attack that rapidly followed.

She was like Hvitserk, fast and strong strikes but unfocused.

Knocking the sword from her hands and into the dirt was almost child's play for Ivar.

He went to tease the princess but when he looked at her face he knew something drastic had just happened.

(Y/N)'s eyes were wide and full of shock.

'Is...is something wrong?’ he asked worriedly.

‘You…’ she started but could not seem to find the words she wanted to say.

At this point Ivar’s brothers had taken note of the strange interaction, as did Bintu; the guard also noticed the sword in the dirt.

She quickly rushed to (Y/N)’s side.

‘He can best me.’ the princess said breathlessly in Derja, too concerned with her own thoughts to translate them into a foreign language the princes understood.

‘It is just training, the sword is not your best weapon.’ Bintu tried to reason.

‘He can best me...he is worthy.’ she said looking back to Ivar.

‘Princess if I have offended you then I would like to apologize.’ Ivar said.

Without saying a word the princess kneeled in front of Ivar’s stump, keeping an intense eye contact with him as he did.

Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar all watched in complete as one of the princess’s servants ran to her side and handed her a very well decorated dagger.

‘Ivar Lothbrok, Son of Ragnar Lothbrok, you have proven the ability to best me. I, Princess (Y/N) of Tunisia, Daughter of Queen Aza, ask you accept my proposal of a Matrimonial Fight.’

‘What?’ Ivar asked with his face completely scrunched up in his confusion.

‘The princess is asking you to fight with to see if you can best her in true combat. If you win this fight...she will marry you.

Ivar’s eyes went wide as he took in those words, his brothers were in no better shape as their jaws had dropped. Ivar looked back down at the the princess on her knees before him, he watched her offer up dagger to him.

‘Blood me with the blade of my father to accept the fight.’ the princess said.

Still in mild confusion Ivar took the dagger, looking over the golden hilt and the jewels that decorated it. The shine of the sharp blade almost made the jewels look dim.

The princess pulled down a bit of the fabric that already barely covered her breast , nearly freeing the flesh completely.

‘Cut her.’ Bintu explained, sliding her hand across her own breast to show Ivar what he needed to do.

He knew that this was all moving too fast and that this was definitely a very important decision he shouldn’t be making without the council of at least one of his parents, but they were not her, and (Y/N) was there on her knees waiting.

Before Ivar could talk some sense into himself he put his empty hand on the girl’s shoulder and using his other hand he press the blade to the soft flesh of her breast.

The crippled prince could feel the skin break and watched closely as the blood dripped down her breast and begin to stain her top.

Carefully he dragged the knife, slicing the dark skin.

He didn’t leave too long of a mark but it would definitely be a very decent scar once it healed.

The princess took the blade back and looked to Ivar hopefully.

‘Do you have a blade of your father?’ she asked.

‘Uh...Sigurd.’ Ivar said looking over at his brother.

The snake eyed man looked confused for a moment before a look of realization came over him and he quickly pulled a knife from its sheath at his side.

‘Father gave this to me, will it work if I give it to Ivar?’ he asked.

‘It will have to do.’ Bintu said.

Sigurd gave Ivar the knife and (Y/N) took it from his hands.

The princess began to unlace Ivar’s tunic and pushed aside its fabric revealing Ivar’s chest.

‘Say these words Prince Ivar. By the blade of my father I accept your proposal to a Matrimonial Fight. ’ Bintu instructed.

‘By the blade of my father I accept your proposal to a Matrimonial Fight.’ Ivar repeated.

The princess smiled as she pressed the blade against Ivar’s bare chest.

He hissed in pain as the rather dull knife broke his skin and sliced threw it, once the cut was deemed long enough the princess returned the knife to Ivar before she stood.

‘In one moon’s time we will fight for my hand in marriage.’ she said before she turned and began to walk away.

Her servants hurried to gather their princess’s things before they ran after her, leaving the confused princes with Bintu.

‘May the spirits be with you Ivar Lothbrok.’ she said before she too turned and left.

#alliance series #ivar the boneless #Ubbe Lothbrok #hvitserk lothbrok #sigurd snake in the eye #aslaug #Ragnar Lothbrok #ivar x reader #vikings imagine #MY OCs

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Annoying

Summary: Is the morning after supposed to involve death threats?

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Taglist: @ubbesgirl, @shewolf2000, @tis-itheapplepie, @atequila, @demoncrypt1066, @greennightspider, @badbitsh13, @fireismysaftey, @minarawr, @laketaj24, @hvitserksgirl, @blahblahcookiesdoma, @fabulous-peasent, @sforsammmmmi, @minmiin1d, @courtrae89, @letsloveimagines, @tomarisela, @titty-teetee, @beyond-the-ashes@elenawrit, @mblaqgi, @whenimaunicorn, @chuflisworld, @mystruggledlife, @moose-squirrel-asstiel, @syreni-dea, @trashqueenbitch, @alykatv, @mbaku-babygirl, @perfectus-in-morte, @beyond-the-ashes, @neeadinghugs, @readsalot73, @triumphantreturnofpies, @anarchy-is-coming, @tephi101, @alicedopey, @ivarslittlebadgirl, @jtrstp, @nejijjeoroo, @charlylama, @ivartheblessed, @captstefanbrandt, @fabulouschrissi, @ivarsrideordie, @3x5gurl, @the-writer-appreciation-blog, @lolabee9, @captainfoxy22, @young-ugly-god, @im5ftbutmythroat66, @bribyyy, @irishhiggins, @cadetomlinson, @keclleon101, @slutforragnarssons, @ltkeke, @meeeeeeeeeps, @lille-kanin, @opalscarab, @ssraven7, @ivarandersen, @concretewaywardangel, @funmadnessandbadassvikings, @sharon-is-tired, @cadetomlinson, @mystruggledlife, @chuflisworld, @justmarissa97, @lol-haha-joke, @weirdly-randomly-awesome, @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanim, @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers, @alexa040004, @buckythetinman , @burntmythroatskullingmytea,@jorunnravenslayer, @two-unbeatable-beaters, @buffy-the-vampire-blogger

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Waking up you almost believed last night had been a dream, one of the many that Ivar crawled his way into.

The ache between your legs let you know it was all real, but that was the only evidence of last night’s events.

Ivar was not here.

You look around for anything from him, but your room was as it had been the day before.

Why would he just leave after last night, why did last night happen at all if this was how he planned to act in the morning?

You got out of bed and cleaned yourself of the mess Ivar left between your thighs, as you did so you decided you’d definitely be taking a swim today.

With that done you dressed for the day and went out, your mind set on the small lake you often played in with the Sons of Ragnar.

As you walked through the town you felt as if all eyes were on you, yet no one truly met your eyes,

‘(Y/N).’

You turn and see Margrethe walking toward you, now this was strange.

When you were still a slave she seemed to dislike you a great deal, granted most of the slaves despised the special treatment you received for being close to the princes.

Margrethe seemed to hate you more than the rest, you figured because she was whoring herself to all the Sons of Ragnar in hopes of gaining freedom or at least better treatment.

‘It is rumored you went to bed with Ivar the Boneless last night, he was seen entering your room last night before leaving at sunrise.’ she said.

You felt very put upon, but you’d never let her see it.

‘If he did who does it concern?’ you asked.

‘We are all just so curious, the youngest prince has never shown lust...for any woman.’

‘No...he never showed lust to you, something I’m sure you aren’t used to.’ you smiled.

Her whole face went bitter with anger.

‘What do you mean by that?’ she asked.

‘It means you are very beautiful, not many men can resist you.’ you smiled falsely.

‘Yet Ivar could, it seems he finds you more beautiful than I.’ she chuckled.

‘It would seem he does.’

‘He must be blind as well crippled.’ Margrethe said.

At that you felt your fist clench.

‘Excuse me?’ you asked.

‘I said he is blind to think you more attractive.’ she said boldly.

‘I understood that part, you believe yourself to be more beautiful than me, what confuses me is what you said before...about Ivar.’ you glared, your eyes hardening and your voice becoming heavier.

‘I said the truth, he is a cripple, and a liar. We all know he cannot please a woman...well not a real woman.’ 

You nodded before picking up a broomstick from a nearby stand.

‘Say it one more time...call him that again.’ you dared.

Margrethe looked at you and the stick in your hand and gave you a calculating look before calling your bluff.

‘He is a cripple.’ she said slowly.

You bit your lip and broke the bristled end of the broom and fast as Thor’s lightning you lunged the makeshift spear at the blonde.

It flew past her face, her panic causing her to fall, the broomstick planted in the ground by her head.

Before she could get up you run over to her and place a foot on her chest to hold her down.

‘Don’t you dare fix your whore lips to speak ill of Ivar again...he is your prince and you are a slave. Know your place.’ you growled, applying more pressure on her chest before stepping off.

You walked away from her and stomped past the crowd that had circled you.

 Your stunt would surely be the talk of town for two days at least, so much for any shopping you had planned. 

Not that you cared at the moment.

‘Did you just defend my honor?’

You look up and see Ivar sitting on the work bench in front of the blacksmiths hut.

‘Of course not, you can do that yourself, I merely corrected a slave’s behavior.’ you shrugged as you walked over to him.

Swiftly you thumped his nose.

‘Your honor is under speculation, leaving in the middle of the night. Seems more like Hvitserk’s game than yours.’ you scold.

Ivar chuckled, patting the seat beside him.

You sat down and crossed your arms, you were going to give him a lecture so long he’d be gray by the time you finished.

‘Honestly, what were you thinking? I tell you I love you and you get mad and don’t speak to me for weeks. Then you sneak into my room out of nowhere and you-’

Ivar silenced you with a kiss, this one much softer than the one last night, he did not force his tongue into your mouth, but caressed your lips until you parted them for him.

As Ivar kissed you everything around you melted away, you no longer hear the hustle of the market. All you can hear are the subtle moans that escaped your lips.

Ivar slowly pulled back and sighed as he leaned back.

‘Now do you really wish to scold me when we could be doing...other things?’ he smirked.

You again felt a need between your legs.

‘I-’

‘Be honest (Y/N), don’t you want to experience last night again...with the man you love.

At that you are shaken from your lewd thoughts.

‘Yes, but more than that I want to experience last night again...with a man that can say he loves me.’ you said.

Ivar looked away at that, but you held his face and made him look at you.

‘Ivar, my feelings for you are more than lust...I love you. You were the first man I’ve ever laid with, and I need to know your feelings.’

Still he remained quiet.

‘Do you have any feeling for me Ivar?’

#ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #ivar imagine #Annoying Series #vikings imagine

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Horrible Marriage

Summary: The day after (Y/N) and Ivar’s wedding as much more eventful than expected.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader 

Taglist: @ubbesgirl, @shewolf2000, @tis-itheapplepie, @atequila, @demoncrypt1066, @greennightspider, @badbitsh13, @fireismysaftey, @minarawr, @laketaj24, @hvitserksgirl, @blahblahcookiesdoma, @fabulous-peasent, @sforsammmmmi, @minmiin1d, @courtrae89, @letsloveimagines, @tomarisela, @titty-teetee, @beyond-the-ashes@elenawrit, @mblaqgi, @whenimaunicorn, @chuflisworld, @mystruggledlife, @moose-squirrel-asstiel, @syreni-dea, @trashqueenbitch, @alykatv, @mbaku-babygirl, @perfectus-in-morte, @beyond-the-ashes, @neeadinghugs, @readsalot73, @triumphantreturnofpies, @anarchy-is-coming, @tephi101, @alicedopey, @ivarslittlebadgirl, @jtrstp, @nejijjeoroo, @charlylama, @ivartheblessed, @captstefanbrandt, @fabulouschrissi, @ivarsrideordie, @3x5gurl, @the-writer-appreciation-blog, @lolabee9, @captainfoxy22, @young-ugly-god, @im5ftbutmythroat66, @bribyyy, @irishhiggins, @cadetomlinson, @keclleon101, @slutforragnarssons, @ltkeke, @meeeeeeeeeps, @lille-kanin, @opalscarab, @ssraven7, @ivarandersen, @concretewaywardangel, @funmadnessandbadassvikings, @sharon-is-tired, @cadetomlinson, @mystruggledlife, @chuflisworld, @justmarissa97, @lol-haha-joke, @weirdly-randomly-awesome, @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanim, @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers, @alexa040004, @buckythetinman , @burntmythroatskullingmytea,@jorunnravenslayer, @two-unbeatable-beaters, @buffy-the-vampire-blogger

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Walking out of the Matrimonial Chamber that morning you felt like a champion.

You had done what no woman had ever accomplished, what Margrethe had failed to do.

‘Well you two had fun it seems.’ Ubbe smiled as you and Ivar entered the great hall.

‘We might have.’ Ivar smiled.

‘You did we all heard it.’ Hvitserk laughed.

A blush like no other covered your face, you didn’t think you had been loud.

‘Don’t get too prideful brother, we leaned by the door.’ Sigurd grinned, pulling Hvitserk into an embrace.

‘Ah! Gods its…just too much.’ Hvitserk mocked your voice, clinging to his brother dramatically.

‘(Y/N), i-it feels good.’ Sigurd said huskily, caressing Hvitserk’s face.

‘You bastards, disrespecting our sacred wedding night.’ Ivar glared, but his cheeks were a bit red.

‘Don’t be angry brother, they are unmarried idiots having a bit of fun.’Ubbe soothed.

‘They listened in on a moment that was meant for me and my wife.’ your husband spat.

‘It’s fine Ivar I don’t mind, it was still a perfect night. And we all know they should get used to hearing you pleasure me.’ you grinned.

Ivar looked taken back before a smile crossed his face, he looked up at you with mischievous eyes. 

‘I guess they should, come here.’ 

You giggled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you down to kiss him, all passion and fire.

Ivar pulled you down lower until you were straddling his lap, he pulled back dragging your bottom lip between his teeth.

‘Alright enough of that Ivar.’ Ubbe laughed.

‘No such thing as enough with a woman like her.’ he said, keeping his eyes on you. 

‘Ivar you got so angry when they heard us, if they saw us...saw me, you’d probably kill them.’ you smirked as you stood up.

Though he rolled his eyes dramatically in the way only he could Ivar nodded in agreement.

‘Come, lets eat, we worked up an appetite last night.’ you said.

Once Ivar and you were seated a slave placed plates in font of you both, you said thank you, but were not surprised to not get a reply.

A lot of the other slaves didn’t like you much, they didn’t like the special treatment you received because of your closeness to Ivar.

 While they had tiresome and hard labor work you merely cared for Ivar, and while they slept in a rickety barn with rags for warmth you slept in Ivar’s bed under thick furs.

‘You are too polite.’ Ivar said kissing your cheek before he began eating.

‘So you two are finally married now.’

Everyone turned as the queen entered the hall.

‘You know we are, after the madness you went through for the wedding.’ Ivar answered as she sat on her throne.

‘Forgive me for wanting the best for my son.’ she smiled.

‘No need to apologize, the wedding was amazing, the town will speak of it for ages.’ you complimented.

Though you did find it tiresome you did appreciate all the work Queen Aslaug put into the wedding.

‘Sigurd and Hvitserk told me of your night, I am happy for you both.’

‘Thank you, but I prefer not to speak about my wedding night with my family over breakfast.’ Ivar dismissed.

‘Fine, what do you have planned for today?’ Aslaug sighed into her drink, clearly she’d lost interest.

‘We are going to the hunting cabin, so Ivar may bring home his first kill to feed his wife.’ Hvitserk said, his mouth half full.

‘And I will cook in our kitchen for the first time.’ you smiled.

Floki’s wedding gift of a house had by far been your favorite, it was something you’d secretly wanted all your life.

Ivar’s bedroom in the great hall held a special place in your heart and you had great memories in that room. Yet still it was Ivar’s room in the great hall, you had no claim on it.

This house you could organize it and decorate it; best part is Ivar would let you have your fun. He hated decorating and really couldn’t care less as long as it had the essentials.

‘Lucky Ivar, marrying a slave who already knows how to cook, Torvi nearly burned our first home.’ Bjorn said, joining his brothers.

‘Hello Bjorn.’ you greeted.

‘Hello...Sister in Law.’ he smiled sadly.

Bjorn often said you reminded him of the sister he lost as a child, and you could see he thought of her every time he saw you.

‘Aslaug.’ Bjorn greeted with no emotion.

Everyone knows that Bjorn, like Lagertha, has always blamed Aslaug for ruining their family. Which you completely understood, from what you heard it did sound as if she had snuck in like fox and stolen another woman’s husband.

Aslaug grinned in greeting.

‘Will you join us in our activities today brother?’ Ubbe asked.

‘Only if your activity is fishing, Torvi says she will not let me have her if I don’t bring home twenty fish at least.’ grunted Bjorn.

‘You won’t be so cruel to me will you wife?’ Ivar asked.

‘Of course not, twenty fish is ridiculous, I’d never ask for something so silly.’ you answered.

Ivar smiled and kissed your cheek.

‘I want our first meal to be a boar Ivar, a nice and fat one, big enough Ubbe will complain about carrying it.’ you smiled wickedly.

Ivar rolled his eyes so hard his head had to move with them, he looked at Bjorn in annoyance.

‘Thank Torvi for filling my wife’s head with ridiculous ideas so early on in our marriage.’ he glared.

‘No need for nastiness Ivar, I wanted boar anyway. I will not deny you sex if we don’t have it, but I know you will get it because I want it.’ you assured.

‘Still you could deny if you want, trust me sex controls men like meat controls dogs.’ Aslaug smiled.

‘Mother.’ Ivar pouted.

‘I’m only teasing, let me have fun with my daughter in law.’

‘Well if I am to catch a boar that will please you we should be leaving.’ Ivar said.

‘And I should be in the river.’ Bjorn sighed.

All the Sons of Ragnar left the table, Ivar kissing you before climbing onto Ubbe’s back.

‘See you at home wife.’ he called as they left.

‘Will you be joining me today your highness? Floki says you have yet to see my home.’ you said.

‘I would love to, but I have duties, lookouts spotted an envoy. I must be here to receive his message.’ she declined.

You sighed in acceptance before excusing yourself, secretly glad you would get to see it all alone.

Eagerly you followed Floki’s directions, not that you needed them. He had built the house on Ivar’s hill.

It was a very simple home from the outside, clearly Floki put in a lot of effort to make it subtle.

Behind the house there was a freshly dug garden and a pin for the animals that had been gifted to you and Ivar.

‘Thank you Gods, thank you all for this blessing. I shall sacrifice a goat for you, may it please you when the time comes.’ you whispered, before going inside. 

The living room was small and only held a fire pit for cooking, a two chair table set and a rug. In the master bedroom there was a bed covered in thick furs, a fireplace, a chest and a wardrobe. 

The second room was completely empty, but you knew what it was meant for.

Children.

You smiled to yourself as you walk around the empty room, thinking of the life ahead of you.

You stop and look out of the window and see the markets of Kattegat, a view you loved.

You looked further past the town, to take in the view of the other hills when you paused.

There was someone standing there on one of the hills, looking down at the town as you had just been.

Though you could not see hardly anything from so far away a familiar feeling settled in your stomach.

A feeling that everything you know is about to change and there was nothing you could do. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in years, and only one man gave you that feeling.

A panic filled you as you began running out of the house, your legs burning as you pushed yourself to keep going.

Down the hill and through the woods then up another hill you ran until the hunting cabin was in sight.

Outside of it all the princes were skinning their kills, but they all paused when they saw you frantically running.

‘He’s returned!’ you yelled

‘(Y/N)?’ Ivar asked as you ran to them.

‘Ivar...’ you wheezed.

‘What is it?’ Ivar asked.

‘Ragnar Lothbrok has returned.’

#ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #vikings imagine

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Horrible Marriage

Summary: Ivar was not joking.

Pairing: Ivar x Reading

Taglist: @ubbesgirl, @shewolf2000, @tis-itheapplepie, @atequila, @demoncrypt1066, @greennightspider, @badbitsh13, @fireismysaftey, @minarawr, @laketaj24, @hvitserksgirl, @blahblahcookiesdoma, @fabulous-peasent, @sforsammmmmi, @minmiin1d, @courtrae89, @letsloveimagines, @tomarisela, @titty-teetee, @beyond-the-ashes@elenawrit, @mblaqgi, @whenimaunicorn, @chuflisworld, @mystruggledlife, @moose-squirrel-asstiel, @syreni-dea, @trashqueenbitch, @alykatv, @mbaku-babygirl, @perfectus-in-morte, @beyond-the-ashes, @neeadinghugs, @readsalot73, @triumphantreturnofpies, @anarchy-is-coming, @tephi101, @alicedopey, @ivarslittlebadgirl, @jtrstp, @nejijjeoroo, @charlylama, @ivartheblessed, @captstefanbrandt, @fabulouschrissi, @ivarsrideordie, @3x5gurl, @the-writer-appreciation-blog, @lolabee9, @captainfoxy22, @young-ugly-god, @im5ftbutmythroat66, @bribyyy, @irishhiggins, @cadetomlinson, @keclleon101, @slutforragnarssons, @ltkeke, @meeeeeeeeeps, @lille-kanin, @opalscarab, @ssraven7, @ivarandersen, @concretewaywardangel, @funmadnessandbadassvikings, @sharon-is-tired, @cadetomlinson, @mystruggledlife, @chuflisworld, @justmarissa97, @lol-haha-joke, @weirdly-randomly-awesome, @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanim, @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers, @alexa040004, @buckythetinman , @burntmythroatskullingmytea,@jorunnravenslayer, @two-unbeatable-beaters, @buffy-the-vampire-blogger

Part One

You sat up and looked down at Ivar.

‘That’s not funny Ivar, your mother would scold you if she heard you tell such a joke.’

‘Who said I was joking?’ Ivar replied.

You looked down at him in confusion, surely he was joking.

‘Ivar.’

‘Don’t be so shocked, who else would I marry if not you? If you hadn’t noticed I can’t really stand anyone else, and no one but you can stand me.’ Ivar shrugged.

You were taken back by his words.

Sure you knew he spoke nothing but the truth, but you never thought Ivar saw in any other way than sisterly.

‘Besides, Mother has become impatient for me and my brothers to find wives, my brothers do not care for it much now, but I see it worries her deeply.’ Ivar added.

‘So you want to marry simply to appease your mother?’ you asked a bit offended. 

‘Of course not, just pointing it out.’ Ivar answered.

‘But- you never showed any interest in me, not like that.’ you pointed out.

‘I have.’ Ivar argued.

‘No you haven’t.’ you argued back.

‘Yes I have you were my first kiss remember?’ Ivar reminded.

Your cheeks redden at the memory.

‘You said you didn’t want to be the only one out of your brothers not to have done so.’ you mumbled.

‘None the less we kissed.’ Ivar shrugged.

‘Ivar this isn’t a joke, we are talking about marriage.’ you said.

‘I am not an idiot (Y/N), I know what I am suggesting. Not like we weren’t going to spend the rest of our lives together anyway.’

‘Ivar, spending our lives together as friends is one thing, being husband and wife in the eyes of the Gods is completely different.’ you urged.

‘How so? Is it the sex?’

‘No!’ you blushed.

‘It’s the sex.’ Ivar grinned.

You looked back at the town, refusing to give Ivar the satisfaction of seeing you blush in modesty. He knew you’d never shared a bed with a man before.

‘I would never force you, I don’t even know if I...’ Ivar stopped and took a deep breath.

You sigh and look at him.

‘I’m sure you can, I can see no reason why you could not.’ you encouraged, always prepared to motivate Ivar when his condition made him feel small.

‘You do not understand, it has never...I’ve never-’ 

‘I said you can, you should not let one woman’s word shape your life.’ you ordered.

‘I base my actions on no ones word but my own.’ Ivar said seriously.

You giggled a bit, you always knew how to get the desired reaction out of Ivar.

‘In any case maybe you are right, as bad a wife you would be, you still deserve a man who can properly warm your bed.’

‘I just said you would be fully capable, and you’re attractive, so stop doubting yourself.’ you insisted.

‘If you believe I’m attractive and able to please you...then why not marry me?’ Ivar grinned.

‘Because- ah! you little snake you tricked me!’ you accused, shoving him a bit.

Ivar laughed as you stood up angrily.

‘You can’t just throw a marriage proposal at someone like that Ivar, not to mention the fact that I’m still a slave, prince can’t marry a slave.’ you pointed out.

Ivar looked away at that.

‘You have never asked to be free.’

‘You never offered me freedom.’ you replied.

‘If I did free you...what would you do? Where would you go? Your first owner is long dead and you have no family. It is under my protection and claim to you that no one has ever treated you with the harshness that comes with your status.’ Ivar argued.

You had this suspension for years, but only now was it confirmed.

‘I would stay by you Ivar...by choice. I would wake up and choose to spend the day by your side every single day.’ you promised.

Ivar looked up at you and sat up, his blue eye looking deep into your eyes.

‘Do you swear that, on your ring?’ he asked seriously.

‘I swear it on my ring, on the Gods...and on my life.’ you assured, trying to show Ivar just how much you really meant it.

‘I believe you...and because of that I am freeing you.’

You looked down into Ivar’s eyes, waiting for the great relief that other freed slaves spoke of. That amazing feeling of broken chains, but that feeling never came.

Because you never felt trapped with Ivar.

‘And...’ Ivar said before taking your hand in his own.

‘I am formally asking for your hand in marriage.’ 

#ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Annoying

Summary: A certain snake rears his head.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Taglist: @ubbesgirl, @shewolf2000, @tis-itheapplepie, @atequila, @demoncrypt1066, @greennightspider, @badbitsh13, @fireismysaftey, @minarawr, @laketaj24, @hvitserksgirl, @blahblahcookiesdoma, @fabulous-peasent, @sforsammmmmi, @minmiin1d, @courtrae89, @letsloveimagines, @tomarisela, @titty-teetee, @beyond-the-ashes@elenawrit, @mblaqgi, @whenimaunicorn, @chuflisworld, @mystruggledlife, @moose-squirrel-asstiel, @syreni-dea, @trashqueenbitch, @alykatv, @mbaku-babygirl, @perfectus-in-morte, @beyond-the-ashes, @neeadinghugs, @readsalot73, @triumphantreturnofpies, @anarchy-is-coming, @tephi101, @alicedopey, @ivarslittlebadgirl, @jtrstp, @nejijjeoroo, @charlylama, @ivartheblessed, @captstefanbrandt, @fabulouschrissi, @ivarsrideordie, @3x5gurl, @the-writer-appreciation-blog, @lolabee9, @captainfoxy22, @young-ugly-god, @im5ftbutmythroat66, @bribyyy, @irishhiggins, @cadetomlinson, @keclleon101, @slutforragnarssons, @ltkeke, @meeeeeeeeeps, @lille-kanin, @opalscarab, @ssraven7, @ivarandersen, @concretewaywardangel, @funmadnessandbadassvikings, @sharon-is-tired, @cadetomlinson, @mystruggledlife, @chuflisworld, @justmarissa97, @lol-haha-joke, @weirdly-randomly-awesome, @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanim, @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers, @alexa040004, @buckythetinman , @burntmythroatskullingmytea,@jorunnravenslayer, @two-unbeatable-beaters, @buffy-the-vampire-blogger

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

By all the Gods, no one has ever this embarrassed.

You walked through the hall hurriedly to get to your room, all you wanted was to get to your room and just hide from humiliation.

In your rush you weren’t looking where you were going and bumped into Sigurd on his way out of his room.

The sound of his lyre hitting the ground made you jump.

‘Sorry.’ you apologized, bending to pick it up, not seeing that Sigurd was doing the same.

Your hand met his and you looked up and see his eyes on you. 

Looking away you pulled your hand back and stood up, after a sigh Sigurd did the same.

‘In a rush to get to your new room?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’ you replied, not wanting to elaborate on your reason to rush.

‘I was too drunk last night to congratulate you on your freedom.’ Sigurd smiled.

You smiled politely, but you were still a bit on edge.

Sigurd while never truly malicious was never very fond of you, he always seemed to actually feel the way Ivar claimed he did.

Why is he suddenly be so friendly?

‘Thank you, Prince Sigurd.’ you said.

‘Why so formal, we did grow up together did we not? Do you not think of me as a friend?’

‘Well of course, but um...you never seemed too fund of me.’ you said nervously.

What the hell is happening right now?

Sigurd smiled as he looked down.

‘I understand I was not the kindest to you, and it was more than obvious who your favorite was out of me and my brothers.’ he said.

You looked away, you knew you hadn’t been subtle but no one ever spoke of it so bluntly to you.

‘Despite my attitude toward you and the disdain I feel for my brother, I know he feels the same for you (Y/N).’

You looked up at him in complete shock.

‘But I also know if he doesn’t want to claim it then he won’t and you will be left being strung along.’ Sigurd added, crushing the hope that had began forming in your heart.

‘So you are saying I should walk away?’ you asked sadly, not ready to make that decision.

‘I am saying, that you should let your eyes travel, there are men out there far better than Ivar. Men that would treat you well...and love you even better.’ Sigurd smiled before walking down the hall.

‘Congratulations on your freedom (Y/N) and enjoy your new room.’ he said as he walked.

‘Sigurd!’ you yelled, making him turn back.

‘I am not as blind as you all think, I see the other men look at me...but you have never gave me that look before.’ you confronted.

Sigurd looked at you smugly.

‘Maybe I just realized how beautiful you are.’

‘Or you want to upset Ivar by courting me.’ you snap.

‘I will admit, I do enjoy angering him and taking you from his side would give me a great pleasure...but....’ Sigurd sighed as he stepped so close to you that you had been backed up against the wall.

‘Now that I look at you, I can see how fine of a woman you’ve grown to be. The swell of your breast, gorgeous legs that no doubt lead to a sweet untouched treat...and those hips of yours.’ he growls, placing his hands on your waist.

‘Those are birthing hips, you could bare a man many children, if only I had noticed before you were free. I could have taken you to my bed and fucked you so hard you’d forget who Ivar was.’ 

You had never been this frightened before, and all you wanted was to run to your room and lock the door. 

‘I don’t think she is accepting of your advances brother.’ 

You look over and see Ivar sitting in the middle of the hall, his eyes narrowed on his brother.

Sigurd backed away slowly.

‘Good morning Sigurd, tell the others I will be dining with them this morning.’ Sigurd said as he walked past Ivar without ever sparing him a glance.

‘Why? Does being so snake like take your appetite?’ Ivar seethed.

Sigurd still kept walking.

Ivar’s angry eyes snapped back to you, and you body is confused between being aroused and terrified.

‘I crawl all this way to apologize and what do I see, you with my brother’s hands all over you.’ you spat.

‘Ivar, I didn’t want him to-’

‘You did not push him away and we both know you could have, you did not want to.’ he said before turning to crawl away.

‘Ivar, I was just afraid, am I not allowed to feel fear?’ you begged.

‘I will show you, that the only man you should fear...is me.’ Ivar said, never looking back at you.

#ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #vikings imagine #sigurd lothbrok

[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Annoying

Summary: (Y/N) pays Ivar a late night visit

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Ivar was in his room eating a bit of bread, after his Mother had freed (Y/N) the woman had began to talk his ear off in the way that made him lose his appetite.

‘Now that she is free I imagine she will have more to talk about.’ he mumbled to himself.

‘You bet I will.’

Ivar quickly grabbed his knife and threw at the source of the noise.

The knife planted itself in a shield that was being held in a way that hid the holder’s face, but Ivar knew that rickety shield too well.

I covered in the dent’s of his weapons.

‘Always nice to see that your reflexes aren’t slowed down by ale.’ (Y/N) smiled as she came in and sat on his bed.

Ivar made a face of confusion.

‘What are you doing in my bed?’ he asked.

‘Sitting I think, if that bothers you I will lay down.’ she teased, laying back on his furs.

She had done it many times before and it had angered him so, not that she cared much about it.

‘Why are you here, in my bed without my permission?’

‘Because I no longer need your permission Ivar, I am in your bed as a free woman.’ she smiled.

Ivar smiled to himself, he was happy for her freedom, it was deserved and he himself didn’t understand why it hadn’t been given to her sooner.

‘Free or not you cannot lay in a princes bed without permission.’ Ivar said.

She rolled her eyes and sat up.

‘I did not come here just to sit in your bed...or to annoy you as you say I do. I came here to ask you a question.’ 

Ivar looked away and took a large bite of bread, as he chewed he tried to prepare himself.

Clearly she was bout to ask him about courtship, and he would have to turn her down.

‘What did you want to ask?’ 

‘Do you really find me as bothersome as you say? Would...would it please you more if I did not bother you anymore?’ she asked softly.

Ivar nearly lost his balance he was so shocked by the question, and it angered him how affected he was by it.

He had been asked that question countless times in life; why don’t you tell her to go, or order her to stop talking?

But she had never asked him those questions.

‘I didn’t dare ask such a question as a slave, I feared you’d realize you could get rid of me easily. You brought me such a joy, a joy slaves don’t often get, and your family fondly ordered me to keep you all company.’ she said.

Ivar could not find words.

‘Now I’m free, I can refuse invitations and have more joys, but... I doubt anything will fill my heart with joy the way you do Ivar.’ 

‘I do not bring joy into people’s hearts, I bring fear.’ Ivar replied.

‘I do not fear you, I never have...everyone else does, even your brothers I think, but I do not. I understand you, why you act the way you do.’ she said as she stood.

‘Why do I act like I do?’ 

‘Because you want to be great, you want the world to know and fear you. You want to push the world into the mud you’ve crawled through your whole life and make them see that you didn’t need to be whole to do so.’ she said taking his face in her hands.

Ivar looked in her eyes and saw no lies in them, and it made him look at her in a new way.

‘I will answer your question if you answer mine.’ Ivar said.

She nodded, waited for Ivar to continue.

‘Why is it me you take such liking to? My brothers treat you far better, and mother adores greatly, yet your eyes always search for me. My brother’s say that...’ Ivar trails off.

‘They say that I love you...do they not?’ she smiled, her cheeks turning red.

‘Do you?’

‘Would it bother you if I did?’ 

‘I do not know, perhaps I will when you answer.’ Ivar says.

‘...I do love you Ivar, more than I know how to show. My love for you grows every time I see your face.’ (Y/N) confessed.

Ivar looked down at his lap.

‘Now that you know my feelings...do you wish me to leave? Because if so...with a heavy I will go.’ she whispered.

‘...No.’

Ivar looked up at her eyes.

‘I cannot say if I return your feelings, but I know I do not want you to leave.’ Ivar said.

(Y/N) and Ivar stayed like this for a while, his face in her hands and his in his lap.

‘Come, it is late, and I am tired from the feast, I do not wish to start my first day as a free woman sleep deprived.’ she smiled, letting go of Ivar and going back to the bed.

Ivar crawled the short distance to his bed and climbed in.

‘Sleeping here instead of your new room?’

(Y/N) smiled as she got under the furs.

‘The room was not ready.’ she smirked.

‘Oh so you were coming here to lay in my bed after all.’ Ivar teased.

‘You told me not leave, that means to stay.’ she joked.

Ivar rolled his eyes and tapped her forehead.

‘Go to sleep.’ 

‘I will sleep because I’m tired, not because you said so.’ she yawned.

#ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader