#ragnar lothbrok x female reader

[redskull199987]

Early Mornings

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader

Word count:1.1k

Warnings:a little bit steamy

Summary: You find yourself in a delightful situation after waking up, but are suddenly interrupted by an unexpected visitor...

Gif by @underragingwaves

Masterlist

Part II

I slowly tried to open my eyes. But it seemed so hard. I was too lazy and the bed too warm.

Finally, my eyes flutterd open and I tried to sit up, but a pair of strong arms encircled my waist. I looked up and smiled.

He seemed so calm. Ivar the Boneless, a man who was almost never calm.

I quietly turned around in his arms and admired his face. The eyes which were usually shining bright blue were now closed. His mouth slightly ajar and his chest rose and fell as he breathed.

Carefully, I let my fingers dance across his jawline. A soft stubble scratched my fingertips.

"I love you", I mumbled, "Ivar the Boneless"

"I love you too, my dear"

That caught me of guard. I tried to pull away, but Ivar was faster. He grabbed my hand, and put it back on top of his cheek.

A smile crept onto his face, as he grabbed my other arm and pulled me even closer to him.

"Ivar-", I protested, but before I could say anything more, his soft lips collided with mine and I let any protests slip past me.

I sighed against Ivar's lips and we parted slightly. I could feel his warm breath on my skin and his blue eyes gazed into mine.

"Ivar", I mouthed against his lips.

He lifted his hand and softly brushed away my hair:"My Y/N"

Ivar slowly put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He sighed softly, before looking at me again.

"My Y/N", he whispered again.

I smiled at him and reconnected our lips. I felt Ivar's hands wander to my waist and he pulled me on top of him, while he sat up himself.

I felt Ivar's back hit the headboard, while he pulled me closer to his chest.

"Ivar", I signed against his lips, "Please"

"So needy, huh", he chuckled.

I only looked into his eyes and nodded. A grin graced his lips and in a matter of seconds, Ivar had switched our places and he was suddenly hovering above me.

His lips attacked my neck and a moan escaped my mouth.

"Shh", Ivar whisperd, "We don't want others to hear these beautiful sounds"

I nodded and tried to keep silent while he continued to kiss across my neck.

"Those noises are only for me to hear", Ivar mumbled. His voice was stern,"Only for me"

I only nodded at his words again, not able to form a coherent sentence.

A yelp escaped my lips, as Ivar's cold hands slipped under my robe. He only chuckled and continued to lift it over my head.

He just looked at me for a second, like I was the most precious thing that he has ever seen.

"Ivar",I mumbled and pulled him towards my lips again.

Another moan escaped my lips, I felt how his frigid fingers touched my skin. Ivar grasped one of my breasts, before starting to kiss down my sternum.

I felt his other hand slip behind my back and puling my Body closer to him. His lips covered my hips in kisses.

I desperately rubbed my thighs together, to conjure some friction, as Ivar was taking his time to cover my skin in hickeys.

"Oh dear", he mumbled and I felt his hands push my legs apart. I gasped, as I felt his lips on my inner thigh.

"Fuck", I mumbled and brushed my hand through his hair. A groan left Ivar's lips.

"Ivar!!"

I have never seen a man, who couldn't walk, get up so fast and covering himself and someone else. Because the Person screaming his name, was not me, but his brother.

Ubbe. He only looked at the two of us and grinned. Our relationship was no secret to them, nor to anybody else, but still they liked to make fun of us or tease Ivar for always being so protective of me.

"You're late", he said sharply, before turnung around to leave.

"Oh, and Y/N?", he asked again.

"Yes?", I sighed and shyly peeked out from behind Ivar's back.

"Our mother is searching you", Ubbe stated before leaving.

"Shit!", I got up as fast as possible, looking for my clothes.

"Where do you think, are you going?", Ivar asked perplexed and even though he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, he managed to pull me back into his lap again.

"Ivar", I giggled. His pouting face was too cute, "I promised your mother to help her with embroidering"

"Why can't you stay?", Ivar wined, running his hands up my back.

"Because your mother is the queen of Kattegat and she will personally kill me if I am late", I chuckled and pecked his nose, before getting up.

"I'd never let her do that", Ivar mumbled.

"I know, Ivar", I smiled and grasped his cheek, "I know"

"I love you", he mumbled while I put on my dress.

"Would you help me with the Corset, love?", I asked and turned my back on him, so that he could could tie the knots.

"All done", Ivar smiled after a minute. I turned around and kissed his forehead:"Thank you"

I quickly grabbed a comb and brushed through my hair. I was about to tie it together to, but Ivar stopped me.

"Leave it", he said. I turned towards him and smiled, before dropping my hair. It fell down my shoulder, before Ivar slowly reached out for it. He grabbed a lose Strand and quietly examined it.

"I have to go now", I murmured.

Ivar nodded, before grabbing his crutches. He struggled a bit to get up, but I only watched him. Even though, I wanted to help him, I knew how stubborn Ivar was. He would never admit, that he needed help.

After a minute, he was standing in front of me. Only in his pants and his hair still slightly messed.

I chuckled at his sight.

"What!?", Ivar smiled,"Don't you like, what you're seeing?

"Oh I do", I answered, "In fact, I even love what I'm seeing"

Ivar smirked before giving me one last kiss. It wasn't as passionate as the others, but still tender and full of love.

"I love you", he mouthed against my lips.

"I love you too, Ivar the Boneless"

#Vikings #Vikings edit #Vikings ivar #Vikings os #Vikings ff #vikings x reader #Ivar #Ivar the Boneless #ivar fanfic #ivar x reader #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar lothbrok x reader #ac valhalla ivarr #female!reader #oneshot #x reader #edit #Ragnar #Lagertha #Rollo #Floki #Ubbe #Sigurt #hvitserk #aslaug #Bjorn #björn ironside #ragnar lothbrok #my mother told me #if i had a heart

[lokifromvalhalla]

A nice punishment

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Ivar The Boneless x [gender neutral] Reader Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 2 100 Kind of content: Oral fixation / Nipple play

Playing with his chest does get Ivar to shut up for a little. It feels way better than it should.

Not proofread! Sorry for any mistake!

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“How many times do I have to tell you?” You sighed as your hands ran across his warm back, feeling every muscle and the bump of every scar under your fingertips. That was something you had done so many times already that you almost memorized his whole back, always knowing if there was any new scar, as small as it could be.

Ivar scoffed, his back vibrating with each word. “And what do you want me to do? Simply not go anywhere? Just sit here like your little doll, is it?” Of course he would be dramatic, twist your words just so you could feel guilty and let him do whatever he wanted, but you already had a resistance to his whining just like Ubbe and Hvitserk, even if it wasn’t as strong. Dealing with Ivar wasn’t any new to you; you were there long before Ragnar returned, then with him when Ragnar came back and took him to England, helped avenge his father’s death, and now dominate York.

The flames from the torches hanging from the stone walls illuminated the room. Ivar had taken over the cathedral so he could establish his base, and used one of the  main rooms—probably the bishop's—for himself. It was wide, rather luxurious, as a noble's place. In the first days, you would just hang around the room, but with how he kept asking you to help him with massages or undoing his braces until late at night, now it was also yours.

Today was something like this. A long day of unnecessary efforts and blueish eyes by the morning had Ivar’s muscles protesting in pain, so you were there once again, your hands rubbing oil against his rough skin in an attempt to help him despite all the complaints. He did appreciate what you were doing, though. You knew it was some sort of facade because, even between four walls and a closed door, Ivar still had to keep his goddamn posture at least in a few points to ‘keep you humble’. As if you couldn’t shape him exactly the way you wanted, just like Ubbe would do with his younger brothers sometimes.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea,” you chuckled against his skin and pressed a kiss to the back of his ear. “My pretty little doll, all for me to use, hm?”

Ivar was silent for a moment, choking on his own words to the same level his cheeks heated up, just seconds before he was turning around and throwing his hands in the air. “What do you think you’re saying? I’m going to feed you flaming hot iron if you keep it like this!”

Another chuckle escaped your lips as you pushed him to face forward again. “And what?” You pulled him against you so his back met your chest instead. “Lose your best warrior? Best strategist? I don’t think you could handle even a day without me, knowing I’m not coming back,” you mumbled, chin over his shoulder and arms under his whilst watching your hands work against his ribs, slowly going up.

Whatever was going on in Ivar’s mind, vanished at the moment your hands started running over his chest. Instead, there were only quiet and incoherent grumbles that you could barely make out. “(Y/n), what...” His words trailed off, breath caught in his throat—he tried to fight against the will to arch his back at the feeling of your fingers tracing his nipples, running around them until they were hard. "Wh..."

"I'm just doing the massage you asked for," you scoffed, hands going down his torso just to come up and stop right under his pecs, proceeding to go up slowly. Ivar hissed at the friction as he arched his back; his hands tugged a little on the sheets before they found their way to your thighs, hence his nails sank into the skin messily in an attempt to both ground himself and warn you. Fruitlessly, of course. "How was your day, Ivar? You just mentioned why you're in so much pain, but never really told me what happened while I was gone.”

“Quit playing.”

“I asked you a question.” The weight in your voice had him shutting up for a moment, though the silence was quickly broken by a moan. Your fingers pinched his nipple, and it shouldn’t feel so good.

Ivar sucked in a breath, at first just spitting out stutters until the way you squeezed his pec had him speaking. “I—I was training, but then got... got in a fight.”

Got in a fight? You clicked your tongue. “Ivar. You woke up with blue-ish eyes, why would you even do that?” It was entertaining to watch how sensitive he was, slowly starting to squirm just because of his chest being fondled.

An indignant gasp came from Ivar, but he paused for a moment; his head leaned back against your shoulder for a moment while his hand adjusted against your thigh. “No...! I couldn’t let that happen! H—He was challenging me! Provoking!” His voice cracked once you pinched his nipple, playing with it between your index finger and your thumb, daring to give it an experimental tug. A louder gasp escaped his lips, back arched against you.

Oh, the old discourse about how a cripple can’t rule properly, you thought. It was already getting annoying to deal with.

“Of course, you ignored everything,” you mumbled, continuing to pinch his nipple, though now also doing the same to the other, and it was enough to start reducing him to pieces—the already uneven breathing lost its pace completely while his fingers trying to grip onto your skin however they could, almost having him throw his hips in the air in search for friction. “and grabbed your little sword so you’d kill the poor man.”

“Not a poor man!” Ivar growled. “He dared to doubt... of one of the sons...” He never finished his sentence, words lost into the dark corners of the room once you let go of him so you could get off your position. “Hey! What are you doing?” The blue irises were nothing but thin rings around the dilated pupils that observed you in desire.

Your chuckle had his eyebrows lowering, mouth pursing. “I thought you didn’t like it?” You raised an eyebrow, moving around until you straddled his thighs, pushing him back against the pillows. Whatever answer he had on the tip of his tongue, it died down with the way you parted his legs with a knee, carefully, instead earning yourself a glare, but it would take a lot more to discourage you. His hips were warm under your hands as you held onto them while leaning down to press kisses to his neck, sometimes nibbling on the skin. “You complain so much, sometimes I don’t know whether it’s real or not. How do you feel being so annoying?” 

“I think that you should shut the fuck up before getting yourself killed.” Empty words, of course. Ivar liked the teasing, if anything. In contrast to his words, his arms wrapped around your shoulders at the same time he threw his head back into the pillows to grant you more access.

You breathed a chuckle against his skin, feeling it rise with a shiver according to how you trailed down. “Oh, honey, you still insist on tricking yourself that you can live without me? Pitiful.”

It was fun to tease Ivar then silence him, watch the frustration build up in groans and quiet complaints, his nails sometimes pressing into your skin a little too hard. He was once again silenced, letting out a hum instead at how your lips worked on a spot some inches down his collarbones, sucking and nibbling on the skin until a purple spot was left behind. You knew he had some sort of sensitivity when it came to his chest, but you never knew it was that great until you decided to start exploring it that night; it probably was greater that time, given how long he had gone without being touched like that.

The way he shuddered and breathed shakily just because of how your tongue ran flat over his nipple was truly rewarding. You did it once more, this time snatching a moan that extended itself by how his crotch found a nice source of friction when meeting your thigh on the way once it pushed up. Your grip on his hips didn’t really prevent him from moving, more of guiding his movements and limiting his freedom.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you came untouched,” you mention. You could taste the light herbal taste of the oil on your tongue—it wasn’t bad, actually.

Ivar clicked his tongue, glancing down at you with a glare that would’ve made anyone else start praying for their life, but not you. Never you. That look didn’t give you anything more than entertainment. “Do you wish to die?”

“To kill you would be fun, actually.” A grin tugged on your lips, easily having Ivar more flustered. He wasn’t in position to criticize anything anymore, nor had enough coherent thoughts for it; he just turned his head away instead.

At first, soft kisses surrounded his nipple, soon being replaced by your teeth softly tugging on the skin, and there it was—whines spilled from his mouth with every nib until he clasped a hand over his own mouth in an attempt to muffle his sounds. It had you pausing, taking a moment to observe his messy form. Sweat had some of his hair strands stuck to his forehead, skin already flush and glistening softly under the dancing light of the flames. His chest heaved up and down with the deep sharp inhales.

The lack of interaction had Ivar’s eyes slowly turning to look at you, and that fucking deathly gaze had something stirring in your lower stomach.

“I wanna hear you,” you finally said, pressing a kiss to his fingers before you started to tug his hand away from his face, finally kissing his lips instead. His hands somehow felt in the way of something, something he didn’t know, but it still didn’t really feel right to just grip onto the sheets while you worked on him. He whined softly against your lips, kissing back with little care because all that mattered was how good you treated him, nibbling on his lips and letting your tongue meet his.

His back started arching once you started trailing down his neck once again, this time starting to nibble on the area around his nipple right away, this time working on the opposite one, with your hands back around his hips, tightly. “Fuck,” he whispered softly, voice tight in his throat, soon replaced by a moan. Your lips wrapped around his nipple to suck softly on it until he was arching his back and fighting against your hands, so you’d change to running your tongue flat against the nub instead.

It was slow and agonizing. Every single time the feeling would start to take over Ivar, erase the thoughts away from his head and have his eyes rolling back, you were there to pull him down, ground him again. Ivar crashed back into reality with quiet complaints and groans that only motivated you to continue, even if your lips would be left sore later. Then, there it was, finally. This time, you weren’t pulling away at the moment his hips started pushing up; you continued to suck on his nipple, even letting your teeth tug on it, and he wasn’t even that restrained anymore, with one of your hands letting go of him to instead fondle with the opposite side of his chest.

A string of curses escaped Ivar’s lips, though soon interrupted by the lack of air in his lungs, his teeth gritted and eyes pressed shut. His hips dragged slowly against your thigh, sending sparkles up his body and down again, right to his lower stomach. His shorter breaths had each time more space between them, as if just breathing would drive his focus away from his release, but then, there it was; a long moan was drawn from his lips at the same moment he finally came. As much as you wanted to see the face he was making, it seemed more of an advantage to continue messing with him until he was squirming, on the edge of oversensitivity.

You pressed a kiss to the bright red skin before you finally brought yourself up to look at him. He had his eyes shut, mouth moving lightly in inaudible mumbles to himself until he opened one eye lazily to observe you.

“You good, love?”

Ivar nodded lightly. “Do you need me to...?”

“No, no.” You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “For the gods, Ivar,” you chuckled, “look at you. Came untouched, in your pants!” And just a few words had the haze that took over him fading away, replaced by his usual annoyance, curses and threats that escaped his lips seemingly unstoppingly.

#fan fic #fan fiction #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #vikings #writing #ubbe ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #hvitserk lothbrok #ragnar lothbrok

[moneypriestess]

her loss their gain 2/2

part 1

Shows: Vikings and X-men

Ivar ragnarsson x female mutant reader

Requested by: no one

Warning this contains: ooc ivar, canon divergance

You look over the village, your home,after the fiasco that happened nearly a whole year ago word spread that Thor had a chosen, a woman, and that she had lived here.

Many men came for your hand in marriage, others to see the feats of the chosen and a fair few for shelter, you turned the men away with threats, the ones who wanted to see your powers the villagers wrote them off and for the ones seeking shelter, you always helped them, finding them work and a home.

You were walking through the village one day when one of the newer people came running to you, panting, “my lady, there’s men at the entrance, they said they wanted to see the chosen” shaking your head you reply “give them the decoy”, the village had come up with multiple plans for the annoyances that come to the village, including one where they get a different person to pretend to be the chosen.

“They didn't believe it my lady, one of the men said he was there that day” sighing heavily, you were getting pretty annoyed by the pedestal these people put you on, but nonetheless you square your shoulders, took a deep breath and headed to the gates.

‘Its him’ you recognised him, it had been near a year, but you knew those eyes, the blue-grey that seemed to brighten as he saw you, ‘he's standing’ you notice, you also notice metal pieces on his leg that seem to be holding him up ‘ahh prosthetics’.

You stood in front of the gates to the village, protectively, waiting for them to speak.

The man walked towards you slowly before bending the knee “greetings chosen, my name is ivar ragnarsson, son of ragnar lothbrok and aslaug Sigurdsdottir, i come with a proposal”  

“You were there that day, the day i revealed myself” you spoke, “yes chosen” the man, no ivar, looked up at you, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he caught your eyes, though his face and body language showed he was still guarded, you couldn't help yourself, you reached your hand out slowly, mesmerised, his eyes followed the movement but not making any move to stop you.

“You were different then, but your eyes” you spoke “your eyes hold the same fire, the same…. beauty” you spoke the last word in english, though you think he can speak english as the tips of his ears turn run at the word, you remove your hand though reluctant, you knew you had to get this over with “what is your proposal ivar” you asked him.

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You look over your kingdom, the place you will raise your children, where you were married to your husband, where you, under the tree you were married, confessed to being from the future and where your husband excepted you and your love

Your husband, Ivar ragnarsson, the day he came to you, on his knees for help in his revenge, hell even the day you looked at him in his beautiful eyes, you knew you would say yes to anything.

“Lost in thought, my queen” you heard his voice behind you, letting a smile blossom on your lips “always, my king” you replied, before spinning around right into his arms, your lips meeting, in greetings.

“And how are you my little prince” Ivar leant down to your growing belly, “or princess” you reminded him, making him huff in amusement “yes or princess” he agreed before standing again and kissing your lips again, holding you he says “i hope they get your hair”, “and i hope they get your eyes” you reply leaning on his chest, Ivar laughs before saying “you have always loved my eyes”

“that i have my king“

#ivar ragnarsson x reader #vikings #vikings x reader

[hadesforpreswrites]

soft ragnar

a/n: whew second post! i hope you enjoy this one. it was my first time writing any form of smut and i'm quite pleased with it tbh. if i miss any warnings, let me know!

pairing: ragnar lothbrok x female character (reader? sure.)

genre: 18+, smut, first time

warnings: uhm smut for sure, ragnar is cheating on aslaug and she definitely knows, age gap

word count: 1,058

summary: ragnar has a a soft spot for a young woman, a woman young enough to be his daughter

his hands felt rough and smooth at the same time as they roamed over her arms. she could feel the tickle of his beard at her ear as he whispered in her ear. she closed her eyes and felt herself fall into him, back pressing into his chest. 

they were at a feast in the great hall, standing against one of the walls while their friends and family were enjoying the food and festivities. they have only shared hidden touches and chaste kisses until now. now, even though they were in the dark, they were surrounded by people. 

she was closer to his oldest son’s age but that didn’t stop him from wanting her. he knew he shouldn’t but he found himself throwing caution to the wind. he wanted to take her and show her how beautiful he thought she was, how smart, how wonderful. 

she knew she shouldn’t feel this way, he was her best friend’s father. the man who had taken her in when she had nothing. he made her feel things she never thought she’d feel. he made her feel like she was something. 

he was getting tired of waiting on everybody to leave so he could be alone with her. so he could be with her the way he wanted to. he moved his hands down to her waist, pulling her tight against him. he reveled in the light gasp that left her mouth. 

she was feeling more confident tonight than she ever had. she leaned her head back on his shoulder so she could whisper in his ear. “ragnar…” she breathed. “i need you.”

that was all he needed. gods, it was all he wanted. “your wish,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of her face. “come along, quietly.” he led her along, in front of him, behind the crowd toward an empty, unused bedroom. 

he wanted to take her to his room but it was an arrangement he had with aslaug, his wife, he could take whoever he liked as long as it wasn’t in their shared bed. but, gods, how he wished. 

once they were behind the closed door, he turned her around and kissed her, hands grabbing her face. he needed her just as she said she needed him. he felt like he needed her to breathe. everything had been tense and every time he was near her he felt everything shift off his shoulders. 

he pressed her back to the door, letting his hands roam down her sides, stopping at the back of her thighs. he gripped them, causing her to lift one leg at a time and hook them to his hips. he held her against the door with his body, hands still holding her legs as he kissed down her neck. “ragnar,” his name came as a whisper. 

he returned to her lips with more fierceness than before, more neediness. his grip tightened on her thighs, eliciting a moan from her. he pulled back and smirked at her, causing a blush to creep on her face. “there’s no need to be nervous with me.”

she moved one of her hands to his face, thumb at his lower lip. “you make me nervous,” she said, quietly. 

he easily maneuvered them to the bed, laying her on her back, hovering over her. “how” kiss. “do i” kiss. “make you” kiss. “nervous?” 

“you make me feel things i’ve never felt,” she said. “that makes me nervous.”

“and what do i make you feel?” he asked, kissing down her neck again.  

“wanted,” she breathed as he kissed the hollow of her neck. 

he began to untie the laces of her dress with one hand, while propping himself up with the other. he was looking her in her eyes, piercing through them with his own. he pushed his hand into her dress, palming her breast, causing her to moan. gods, he wished he could bathe in that sound. 

“if you do not stop me now, i do not think you will be able to stop me at all,” he said, eyes fully blown now that he was this close to feeling her completely. 

“i do not want you to stop,” she began pulling at the king’s top. “i want you to take this off. i want to feel you.”

he smirked and removed the offending garment. “then you shall have me,” he said before reattaching his lips to hers.

he moved his hand down her body and pushed her skirts up to her waist. he looked at her face once more before pushing one of his fingers inside her, closing his eyes at the feeling of her warmth. he pushed another finger inside and used his thumb to rub her. the sounds coming from her made him pick up speed as she moved her hips in time with him. 

“ragnar,” she moaned. “ragnar…i…i need you. please.” 

he growled as he pulled his hand away from her and began to untie his pants. once he was free he wasted no time pushing himself into her, slowly, savoring the feeling. “gods,” he breathed. 

he began thrusting into her with everything he had in him. he couldn’t remember the last time he felt such euphoria. maybe it was because he knew that he was the only one who had ever made her feel this way. the only one who’s been inside her.

“ragnar…” she whined as she gripped his arms. 

“that’s it, my love, with me,” he said in her ear as he came with her. 

he laid on top of her, not wanting to pull out of her just yet. the two of them laid there coming down from their highs for a moment. when he did pull out, he groaned at the loss of contact. stuffing himself back in his pants, he rolled to lay beside the young woman, pulling her skirts back down to cover her. he rubbed a thumb over her cheek. 

“finally,” he said with a smile. 

“are you finished with me now?” she said, only slightly joking. 

“i will never be finished with you,” he said, pulling her in for another kiss. “and one day, the world will know you’re mine.” 

“the world?” she said, running her hands over the man’s face. 

“the world,” he said, kissing her deeply. “you should be my queen.”

#ragnar lothbrok #vikings #ragnar fanfic #vikings fanfic

[letsloveimagines]

Title: One kiss or your soul

Pairing: Modern AU! Ivar the Boneless x female!demon!reader

Prompt: Where Ivar decides to my a deal with a demon.

Word Count: 4520

Warnings: a little swearing, satanic rituals, mention of monsters and death

Note: The images doesn’t belong to me, all the credits go to the respective creators. I only made the collage. Also,the rituals were based on Supernatural.

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He tried to take a short walk that day, for the first time in months... His skin was now bone white, and Ivar knew he needed at least about ten minutes of vitamin D.

What he did not expect was the huge crowd that was on the street that blessed day; families gathered to talk animatedly, children playing with each other to discuss the disguises they would wear and all the sweets they would eat. The city appeared to be decorated with bats, cobwebs, scarecrows and zombies, lanterns and pumpkins. It was then, while he was surrounded by people everywhere and feeling his heart thundering, that he remembered it was October, Halloween more precisely, and the whole community was getting ready for the fun of that night.

The pain in his legs was already characteristic, his gait was sloppy and lame, and crutches were his longtime companions. But that never failed to attract attention as always, and that happened at that moment. The children who played looked at him laughing and pointing, talking to each other, the adults whispered and looked at him with pity.

Ivar hated pity.

And he hated even more how the attention of those shitty people made him feel, even though he was already used to it.

With a strong desire to vomit, feeling the sweat running down every corner of his body and trying to breathe, Ivar looked for any corner where he could take shelter. The small library across the street that seemed to be the only establishment without the festive theme appeared to be the best option. He was quick to cross the street - as fast as it was possible for him - to enter the establishment, greet the lady with the half-moon glasses behind the counter (who chewed blue bubblegum while filing her nails), and hid in the most distant place possible, among several decrepit shelves almost falling with the weight of dozens of books.

Ivar had sat on the floor, his back against the books and shelves, his head hidden in his arms and knees drawn up just trying to remember how to breathe. He was at the beginning of a panic attack, and being aware of it only made him even more distressed. He hated that it happened because of his useless legs and because of people he didn't care about. Why couldn't he have been born healthy like his brothers? The air did not seem to reach his lungs fast enough, leaving him almost choked and trembling all around, and with the world spinning around him over and over again.

It took a while, but it ended up after a few minutes of breathing exercises. The frustration remained, however, leaving him so enraged with himself and the world, that he punched the bookshelf behind him in an abrupt gesture. This hasty action caused so much noise that he was sure that the children across the street had been able to hear. In silence, swallowing hard and fearing he would be expelled to face the crowd outside, Ivar peered slightly at the librarian trying to see if she had heard it too. This one, however, had her back to him with the phone between her ear and shoulder, talking animatedly while continuing to take care of her nails, without paying attention to what was happening around her.

"No..." she exclaimed, certainly wanting to sound shocked, but looking completely delighted by what she had just heard. "Don't tell me that she really said that to you?"

More relieved, the boy leaned back against the bookshelf perhaps with more force than was necessary, as he immediately felt the wood behind him creak and the piece of furniture rocked from side to side. The dark-haired boy was quick to grab it, managing to keep it from tipping over, but not without a few books falling to the floor raising so much dust that it left his black pants almost gray. One of those books, due to fate, had not joined the others on the wooden floor eaten by the termites immediately, but had fallen on top of him, the hardcover hitting his head hard. Thankfully, the boy had been born with a head full of rich black hair capable of supporting the impact, or he could now have a bruise to take care of later.

Curiously, still rubbing his head with the free hand of his clutch, he looked at the cursed object. It was a book with a brown cover and black insignia and broken in the corners. In large and dark letters, in a font that looked like a victorian one he could read 'Monsters in the Darkness'. Interesting title, Ivar thought, quickly putting the other books on the shelf and flipping through the one that had caught his eye.

Looking at the watch on his phone that said it was still 2PM, and listening to the conversations outside, he thought why not.

He found himself a chair, shook off the dust with the back of his hand and began to read. The pages were turned quickly while Ivar, frowning, realized what the book was really about.

"What the fuck?" He asked in a low voice, amazed.

His hands held the book tightly, his eyes skimming over the yellowed and gnawed pages. Or maybe it was the mice, this place seems to be full of them, Ivar thought. It was true. That library was old, smelled of mold and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. But that was a good thing, at least for him, because it meant it was almost always empty. Whoever wrote this must be on drugs.

But he still didn't stop.

The more he read the more confused he became. The names and notes changed as well as the images, but they were all on the same theme: dark creatures and reports of sightings. Vampires, werewolves, spirits... creatures with claws and fangs, ferocious and with the ability to kill as easily as breathing.

The younger Lothbrok was confused but immensely interested. He didn't believe any of that, but it helped to pass the time. The boy always liked scary things, but he liked the real ones better, and those creatures that the book addressed had no way of being real. However, he was unable to drop the book.

His fingerprints passed smoothly through the written words and the drawn figures, feeling the depth of the ink on the paper. The words registered in his mind quickly as he read page by page, practically devouring the book in what seemed to him mere minutes, but in fact it was already three hours straight sitting in a corner of the moldy library, with a weak lamp beside him illuminating his reading.

He read so much until his blue eyes got tired and he was forced to rest for a few minutes, and until he was at the end of the book. The last theme was demons, but as soon as he turned the page to continue reading, he found… nothing, just the back cover of the book indicating that it was over.

Strange, he thought absently. And that page was even stranger, a few millimeters thicker than the others... almost as if it were glued.

He should? Looking again at the librarian who, admirably, was still distracted on the phone after three hours, Ivar grabbed the knife he always carried with him, opened it and carefully took it to the paper, making a small cut. As he suspected, the previous page was actually many more, and Ivar was eager to find out what it was about and why those pages seemed to be a secret.

> Of all the inhuman creatures that walk the earth, demons are the most evil. They desire nothing more than death and destruction, and not out of desperation or need as is the case with vampires who need blood to survive ... Demons kill and torture simply because they want and can, because they love the pleasure that the chaos of humanity brings them. There are those who say that they were also mortal once, but that their souls were corrupted so perversely in the depths of hell that they ended up becoming what tortured them. Blood, pain and death are all that are left behind when they pass.

> They are faster, more beautiful and stronger than should be possible. They are attractive and charming, in a way that hypnotizes a human. But they are evil, above all. Demons are separated into different sections depending on their personal power, or at least that is what we think. They are able to make a deal with a mortal, give us what we want for a while, but take away something they want afterwards. They are deadly dangerous… She, above all.

Ivar didn't even realize he was reading aloud until his voice started to crack, and he had to clear his throat so much that it looked like his throat was scratched. He wanted water, but he didn't have it, and he was not going to stop reading his interesting book now to fetch it. Frowning, he looked back at the page.

> It is not really known who she is or when she was created. Some say that she is Lilith, the first demon known by men and the mother of monsters... Others say that she is even older and her real name is lost, or forgotten by those who fear her. Now, she is known as Y/N, and as her there is no equal. Dark and deadly, she is Lucifer's right hand. But she is the most qualified to make a deal with, if they are brave enough to do so, and if they have something she wants.

Deal? What kind of deal? Ivar asked himself, and at that moment his cell phone vibrated in his pants pocket. When he pulled it out and unlocked it, a message from Alfred appeared on the display.

Alfred: Hey man, are you sure you don't want to join a horror movie marathon? It was going to be fun.

Oh, Ivar had completely forgotten about that. Alfred had already invited him a few days ago, but the long-haired boy hadn't given him the right answer since he was working on one of the chapters in his new book. He made a point of ignoring his family's thousands of missed messages and calls, however.

Ivar: Nah bro, I still haven't finished the chapter and I have until Thursday to deliver. I will probably be busy working on it for the next few hours. Sorry…

That was what I had to do as soon as I got home. It didn't take long to receive an answer.

Alfred: There is no problem, but you will have to compensate me. The marathon is next Saturday, okay?

Ivar: Yeah, sounds good to me!

He received a "Cool" as an answer and returned the phone to his pocket.

> Generally summoning a demon requires several ingredients: a devil's trap, fire (white, black or red candles), bowl with red-hot charcoal, salt, summoner's blood and the summoning words.

Ivar then proceeded to read what the ritual was like, along with the necessary Latin words.

> However, it is not advisable to do this. Once a demon is summoned and on the human floor, they are freed from the restrictions of hell. There is nothing to stop them from doing what they want. And if you try to summon her... Well, may God have mercy on your soul.

And so the book ended, with a phrase that at that moment seemed so scary.

His throat was dry, his hands were shaking again and for some strange reason he felt the sweat on his forehead and neck, the fat drops escaping the hairline running down his neck and back.

Should I? He thought, confused, it's freaking stupid, I know.

Ivar was a man of science, he believed in the real facts. Yes, he liked scary stories and mythologies - after all, one of his books dealt with Norse mythology - but he didn't really believe in it. And everything in that accursed book that had fallen on his head addressed unreal things, fictional things... Monsters created by the human imagination, by humans who wanted to blame their own evil on creatures that could not exist.

He was already closing the book and getting up to replace it, when he stopped and looked at his left hand, opened his palm and saw the half-moon wounds he had done with his nails in one of his attacks of anger.

He sat down again, staring at the yellowed pages. The dark, sharp letters and monstrous figures, with horns and cat-like eyes were everything he could see... that and his hands, always injured.

The earlier panic attack came back to him, his mind working at full speed. Frustrated, he ran his hands through his dark hair making a mess of locks fall onto his forehead and into his eyes, and he felt like pulling out each one.

The librarian was still talking on the phone, the children outside were playing, but all Ivar could think about was how hard it had been to breathe, and how much the walls felt like they were going to close and crush him in that moment when he was curled up on the floor hours ago, with useless legs at his side and that characteristic pain.

Why couldn't he just be normal?

"Fuck it." He grunted then, tearing up the page that contained the details of the ritual while making sure he was not seen, folding the paper and putting it in his pocket. He closed the book, got up, grabbed his crutch and went to put the book in a random place on the shelf where it belonged.

Without further ado, he passed the librarian who looked at him strangely again, still in that conversation (what kind of work allowed her to be on the phone for hours with no end?), And left the place that had been his hiding place in the last hours.

It was night when he returned home. The full moon shone overhead, and the children and their companions were already spotted in all kinds of disguises ringing the bells and knocking on the doors.

Upon entering his practically empty apartment, with only the minimalist decor here and there, he placed the bag from the convenience store on the couch, and pushed it away. The feet of the couch squeaked as they were dragged across the wooden floor and left a prominent mark.

He turned on the TV on a random channel and turned the sound down, just to feel a presence and have a light to illuminate, and closed the curtains on the window that was always closed too. He would never again make the mistake of leaving it open, the last time that Mrs.Rose's cat on the third floor entered the house in search of food, and left a mess of scratched furniture and broken cushions.

Taking a deep breath he took the materials he bought, and prepared himself.

Even though Ivar didn't believe it was going to work, he was still willing to try it, at this point he was desperate… The prices of medicines were high, the hospital bills were even higher, and even with his writing career going well, he continued to lose hundreds of dollars a month. Ivar was too proud to join his father's company, contrary to what his brothers had done. He wanted a job that was his own, and guaranteed on his own merit and not because it was in the family.

And he wanted to go outside and not worry about people seeing him because of his disability and dragging legs... he wanted to be able to live, not just survive.

For once in his life Ivar wanted normalcy.

He opened the box of chalk, took the page he still had in his pocket, and with the red chalk he drew the pentagram shown on the paper on the floor. The lines were more crooked than they were supposed to, but it should be enough to work.

He took the black candles, placed one on each of the five ends of the star, and lit them with a lighter. Then he put the charcoal in a bowl, lit it and watched it burn for a while.

He took the knife in his pocket, took the sharp blade to the index finger of his left hand and pressed hard, breaking the skin. Ivar saw the red drops begin to fall into the bowl, the blood sizzling as it came in contact with the burning coal.

And then he did nothing more than take a deep breath for a few good minutes.

Before being too afraid to continue - he wasted too much time and energy to stop now - he spoke, pronouncing each word slowly and correctly, in a calm tone.

"Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati maea. Te invoco apro funus inferni, Y/N." 

For a moment nothing happened it was just him there, in the middle of the living room, with a number of absurd things around him that if anyone saw him, he would be immediately sent to a hospital.

But suddenly he shivered. The floor shook, the walls shook, everything shook. TV and appliances, furniture, lamps, everything. The plates and glass bottles on the kitchen table rattled, toppled and broke into a thousand pieces as it fell to the floor. The windows seemed to want to open with the force of the wind outside that wanted to enter, whistling furiously. Ivar had to hold on to something when the earthquake suddenly got stronger.

And then…

The flames went out, leaving the wax to melt and hit the floor, he wasn't sure how he was going to explain it to the owner, the shaking stopped and the wind calmed down.

Ivar was left in darkness and silence, with blood dripping from his index finger to his pants, and breathing so fast that he had to open his mouth and inhale as deeply as his lungs could take to try to breathe.

Blood was pumping through his veins and hitting his ears, preventing him from hearing.

"You are such an idiot." The man said frustrated with himself. It was just an earthquake, which came just in time to almost make me believe. Later, when I turn on the TV, I’m going to see that all over the news.

He shook his head, and looked once again at the destruction in the kitchen and confusion in the living room. He was getting ready to go clean up the mess when the candles lit again - alone this time - they went up so high that they looked like they were going to reach the ceiling, beautiful dancers in red, orange, and yellow dresses. The firelight created strange shadows in every corner, tall and small, thin and wide.

And there, in the middle of the chalk-drawn pentagram, was a woman.

Ivar gasped in shock, stepping back several steps, almost falling into the sack of coal left there. The woman looked at him and he looked at the mysterious woman.

"Mortals." She almost spat, full of disdain. "Always so bold and wishing for more than they are due."

He didn't know what to say or how to react. He had hoped it would work but at the same time he didn't really expect it to actually work!

"So what do you want, human?" She said disinterestedly, looking at the chalk-drawn pentagram that held her in disgust.

"I want to make a deal."

"Oh really?" The way she spoke suggested that she thought the boy was stupid. "What is your name, mortal?"

"Ivar Lothbrok." He replied proudly, because as much as he hated his life, he could not hate his name.

"Cute." Y/N commented with an eyebrow raised in clear disdain. "Now tell me what you really want."

Ivar tried to swallow his anger, tried not to let it show on his face and mannerisms, but he couldn't. His eyes and jaw narrowed, his nostrils flared in fury, and his hands gripped the clutch so tightly that for a moment he was afraid to break it. "Look at me and tell me what you think I want!"

And she looked. She looked from head to toe, passing through his long dark hair, blue eyes and facial features, over his body and legs... those damn legs.

"I don't see anything too much."

If it were possible, Ivar would now be smoking his ears. The veins in his neck swelled and bulged, and his cheeks flushed with anger.

“All my life I have always been different from everyone else. If we still lived in ancient times, my parents would leave me in the forest for the wolves when I was born. My whole life has been a struggle, I am the youngest son and the one who had the misfortune of being like this. I'm not normal, I'm not like my brothers, and as much as everyone tells me that it doesn't matter… I can't help being angry all the time.” Ivar confessed, forcing his grip on his clutch. “I was born with broken legs, I spent my entire life in hospitals and being inspected by the doctors. And now they said they think that I will get worse and stop walking completely. Being healthy is what I want.”

There was silence for a long time, while the human and demon looked at each other.

"Yes, that is possible."

"Then give it to me!"

The demon's laugh was loud, hoarse and cold, and her face was full of disdain. But then it changed in front of him, becoming something out of a horror movie. The beautiful woman was gone and now there was something much worse. It was an almost grotesque sight in his human eyes. A dark and without beauty female figure. A pale face and half cadaverous; black lips and sharp teeth like a dagger blade. Completely red eyes shining with hunger and malice. Two long horns protruded from between the hair with something sticky like blood.

Ivar's extremely blue eyes widened, he backed away almost falling again in that damn night.

“Honey, this is not how it works. Do you really know who you are talking to? Do you think you can boss me around? Do you expect me to do something to you without giving me something in return?” She said in an ugly, guttural and chilling voice, smiling devilishly revealing a long, almost snake-like tongue.

"As long as you're in that trap, you'll have to do what I want." He tried as hard as possible not to let his voice falter, but he still couldn't.

"Oh really?"

And as if just to prove her point, she took a step forward, approaching and crossing the crooked lines that formed the pentagram leaving the trap completely.

“Deary, you should have done your research better. With a normal demon, perhaps this lowly trap could have worked, but with me? I am something much worse than a simple demon, and by invoking me you have left me completely free to do what I want. ”

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be."

Ivar's heart was pounding in his chest, almost as if it was about to explode at any moment, and his fragile legs were shaking so much that he didn't even know how he was still standing.

"I want to be able to walk freely, run, jump... Do everything I can't right now. Please..." She seemed to want him to beg, but Ivar didn't. He could put aside some of his pride, but not that much.

They stayed close to each other, he deathly pale looking in amazement at the bottomless red pits that were her eyes, her sharp teeth, her black lips full of darkness... Until she opened a toothy and devilish smile, and little by little her demonic features retreated, disappearing into her skin again and making her look like a human woman again… and a beautiful one.

She walked away still smiling amused, letting out a little laugh. "Usually I give you what you want and you have ten years to enjoy it."

Ivar's heart gave a huge leap in his chest. "What happens at the end of the ten years?"

"I keep your soul…” Y/N shrugged, assessing her sharp nails before looking at him and raising her left eyebrow, still with the crooked smile on her lips. “Which means that at the end of these years, you die. "

Ten years, thought Ivar. I always knew that I wouldn't live long, anyway. But...

"Usually?" He gave voice to his thoughts.

“I liked you, you seem to have courage... You were brave in trying to challenge me, stupid, but brave. I'll give you what you want, in exchange for... ”The woman seemed to think for a while. “… a kiss.”

"A kiss?" The young man thought surprised and in other words, extremely incredulous. With everything she could ask of him, she just wanted a kiss? The book should have been mistaken, it was impossible for this demon to be so dangerous if Ivar is the one that actually wins with the agreement between them.

"A simple and small kiss." She repeated, seeing his puzzled expression. "It's one kiss or your soul, you choose."

"We have an agreement, then." Ivar said.

"Great." Y/N smiled, making her eyes blood-red again.

She came over, put her hand on his neck and pulled him forward until their lips were timidly shocking at first, but quickly turning into a fleeting and toothy kiss, with their lips moving in sync and their tongues caressing one another. She tasted like danger... And it was a good taste.

When they pulled away, Y/N still had the smirk on her mouth when she snapped her fingers, causing him to make a huge cry.

He felt excruciating pain like never before, his legs seemed to be on fire, they burned so much, the pain was horrible. It felt like all of his fragile bones were breaking and growing, only to break again. Ivar fell to the ground screaming so loudly that his neighbors probably thought he was being murdered and would be ready to call the police at any moment.

It hurt, but it passed. Sweat ran down his face, his hands were shaking, his body was shaking. But when he got up again without the help of a crutch, he had never felt better, his legs were… healthy, normal, complete… healed.

"I- I can't believe this..."

"You have what you want, and I got what I want. "

Something about her facial expression seemed wrong, Y/N seemed too delighted just for the simple reward she had won.

"The kiss wasn't the only thing you wanted, was it?"

"No, it was not."

"We had an agreement! What do you-"

"Has anyone ever told you not to mess with things you don't understand?" She stroked his face, with a smirk on her lips. "Honey, you belong to me now."

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Day 21 | Prompt: Fire | Ragnar x F Reader

Previous from this series

Warnings: None. | Credit to GIF owner | Words: 418

There was something mysterious about him.

No one knew who he was, or where he was going.

He’d been with your group for 3 days and only spoke when necessary. Despite this, he had one of the most expressive faces you’ve ever seen.

Upon his arrival he was tired, worn, and dirty. But underneath all the grime you could see his handsomeness. His attractiveness was made more intense by his piercing blue eyes; they were breathtaking.

You were curious about him, more than any other wanderer you’ve encountered. Everyone in your group was searching for something, they just didn’t know what. Maybe he was too.

A place to call home? A purpose? A sign?

You ended up here because home didn’t feel like home. So you packed up and left. Unwilling to conform to what was expected of you.

Seeing the world, encountering new places, new people; that spoke to you. Not motherhood or tending the home. Now here you are, four months later with a group of travelers with their own stories.

The warmth of the fire sucks the cold right right out of your bones, it’s so hot you start sweating but you don’t care. You welcome the heat.

You hear the group off of the side talking and drinking and you realize the curious stranger is no longer with the group.

You turn your head to look for him, to see where he had gone in such a short amount of time. When you turn back to the fire you nearly jump.

He slowly sits on the rock opposite of you, his blue eyes locked on yours. The look on his face is almost preditory and you feel like you’ve been cornered by a cunning fox or a wolf.

Your body starts to react in ways you don’t anticipate, having him look at you this way. When he speaks, his accent is unlike any you’ve ever heard: it draws you in deeper.

“What is your name?” He asks.

Known for his silence you were surprised he asked, he didn’t seem interested in anyone’s names or where they came from. In fact, over the last few days the group just gave him a nickname, the wolf.

You part your lips and take your time to answer, “y/n.”

A sly grin animated his lips as he leaned forward. The beads of sweat from the fire only make him look more dangerous, more forbidden.

“What a beautiful name, my name is Ragnar.” His grin morphs into a full smile.  

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First Chapter.

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It includes time travel, love triangle and a bad ass reader. 

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Something Better Than Treasure

Summary; Y/N, is the eldest child of Ragnar and Lagertha. As her wish is granted to raid in England, she meets Harald Finehair who's taken back by her.  Pairing; Harald Finehair x Female Reader  WordCount; 1,117                                          »»————-　➴　————-««

Y/N was the eldest child of Ragnar Lothbrok and Lagertha. Eldest sister to Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar. She'd grown up to be a skilled shieldmaiden who could use any weapon given to her. On the other hand, Y/N also expressed her desire to explore the oceans and experience new lands. 

However, so far, her father had only allowed her to attend several local raids. Y/N desired more. She wanted to take part in the voyages to England. Yet regardless of the several occasions, she'd pleaded for her father to permit her to come with them. Ragnar denied her.

Until now. Floki and Lagertha pestered Ragnar to allow Y/N to attend the next trip to England with them. Why should the sons of Ragnar be allowed to raid and conquer, yet his eldest child refused her birthright? 

Ragnar finally conceded. At the next possible moment, Ragnar was informing Y/N she was travelling to England with them. Ragnar observed as her face lit up in excitement. Suddenly Y/N held a spring in her step as she rushed off to tell her brothers of the news. Even Aslaug is thrilled to observe Y/N's happiness radiating off her. Her happiness appeared to flow through the streets of Kattegat. 

With excitement and anticipation running through her veins, Y/N was suddenly spending every waking moment preparing for her first voyage to England. 

With excitement and anticipation running through her veins, Y/N was suddenly spending every waking moment preparing for her first voyage to England. She had forgotten how many hours she had been perching on the dock doing various preparations. Suddenly the sun had settled, and the moon had risen. 

Meanwhile, Ragnar was sitting beside Aslaug as they feasted and greeted Harald Finehair and Halfdan the black. Ragnar observed as his sons bickered amongst each other. Meanwhile, the other attendees of the feast danced, drank and ate merrily. Looking around, he couldn't pinpoint the location of his daughter. 

"Where is she? I told her she needed to attend the feast, yet she is not here." Aslaug turned and glanced at her beloved husband before placing her cup down.  

"Husband, she is a grown woman. She will show up to the feast when she's ready. Need I remind you, it was you who informed her she was going to England. Perhaps she's off making her preparations."  Ragnar rolled his eyes as he rose from his chair, walking down a couple of steps that separated them from everyone else. 

"I'm aware of the age of my child! However, as the Daughter of an Earl, she must attend feasts! Not only that, but I don't want my child to forget that she must eat to be strong." 

Ragnar stormed off into the night in search of his daughter. There were a handful of places she could be, but her favourite place to think and contemplate was the docks. 

A thudding of footsteps echoed closer and closer. Ragnar swiftly turned to wait for whoever was rapidly approaching him. As the moonlight shone brightly, Ragnar exhaled a breathe as Harald came into view. 

"Ragnar, I thought I could accompany you on your walk," Harald said as he slowed down so he could equal Ragnars restarted pace. Ragnar sighed as he continued to make his journey to the docks. 

"I am not out for a walk. I'm in search of my daughter. She's not ordinarily like this. She's very polite and is often one of the first to greet our guests." 

"Don't worry, Ragnar. I've heard that this trip to England will be her first overseas raid. She must be thrilled and excited. I remember sailing on the oceans for the first time, the anticipation, the nervousness. She must have many emotions coursing through her body." 

Just as expected, Ragnar found Y/N sitting on the dock, slowly sharpening her blade. Her mind appeared to be distracted looking out at the water. However, he recognised his daughter better than that. Just as they got close enough, Y/N rose from her feet, swinging her sword aiming it directly at them. 

"Easy! Are you really trying to kill your own father?" Ragnar snapped as she lowered her sword rapidly. In her defence, how was she supposed to know who was approaching her?

Harald was frozen in awe as he took in Y/N for the first time. Harald had never graced such a beautiful yet ruthless appearing woman in his life. Harald imagined her to be a rose, beautiful and delicate yet dangerous. Had the God's sent her to him? Because she was magical. 

"Y/N, this is Harald Finehair. One of the two men that you were supposed to meet at the docks earlier." Y/N held out her hand, suddenly feeling guilty that so many hours had passed. She hadn't meant to let time slip from her fingers. However, since hearing Father's news, her mind had been distracted. There had been so much to do from sharpening her weaponry. To make sure she had everything she needed. Her Father graciously allowed her to return to England with them, and she wasn't about to fail him. 

"Forgive me, Lord Finehair. My mind has been elsewhere with the impending England voyage." Y/N extended her hand out, and Harald took it with ease, pressing a delicate kiss onto her knuckles. 

"There's no need to apologise. The pleasure will be all mine once I get to raid with you. You know I've heard of your manly battles, but none talk of how beautiful you are." Y/N was flattered by the sentiment however, Ragnar rolled his eyes in disgust. Harald and Y/N kept their eyes on each other, neither one refusing to glance away first. 

"Enough! Will you go and get something to eat before your brothers eat it all." Reluctantly, Y/N snapped out of her trance and excused herself in search of food and her brothers. Ragnar and Harald were left alone once more. 

"If you're going to flirt with my daughter, please don't do it in front of me. It's nauseating." 

A little while later, Harald returned to the feast, simply enjoying the atmosphere, when his eyes locked onto Y/N once more. She was standing behind her brothers, trying to resolve an argument between Ivar and Sigurd. She pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Ivar's head in an attempt to soothe him. Harald smiled at the scene unfolding in front of him. 

"Is everything okay, brother? Why were with Ragnar for so long?" Harald smirked his eyes remaining firmly on Y/N. 

"Ragnar introduced me to his daughter, Y/N. I'm glad we agreed to join Ragnar on his return trip to England." 

"Why's that?" 

“Because I think I found something better than treasure.” 

#Vikings imagine #Vikings imagines #Harald Finehair imagines #Harald Finehair imagine #Vikings one shot #Vikings oneshot #Harald Finehair one shot #Harald Finehair oneshot #Nat's end of year Challenge 2021

[lokifromvalhalla]

MASTERLIST

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⟐VIKINGS

IVAR THE BONELESS

⟐ I'm here for you | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Angst Words: ± 1 800 Everyone can feel the weight of the last events on their shoulders. Mainly Ivar, but he won't be able to handle it if (y/n)'s also angry at him.

⟐ A poisoned mind | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: ± 2 000 (Y/n) can't help but to wonder whether Ivar really trusts them, what they don't know it's that everything is just a matter of insecurity.

⟐ I miss you (1/2) | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff / Light angst Words: ± 4 400 You had always been Ivar's right hand, but something happened, so now you are in the hands of Prince Oleg. Oleg, however, brings you a little gift after one of his trips.

⟐ I miss you (2/2) | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff / Light angst Words: ± 3 000 "Elhaz wasn’t my name, in the first place. It was for me what ‘Boneless’ is for Ivar, a title, one that was given to me by Ivar since, in his words, I’m his protection, the one who makes everything feel sacred, the safety. His safety. Eventually, it was all that really mattered, and turned into what some people call me. Does he remember it?"

⟐ Clean your mind | Ivar The Boneless x Male Reader | Ivar The Boneless x amab Reader

Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 3 100 Kind of content: Fingering / Anal sex / Some praising You help Ivar clean his mind and let go of all the stress that bothers him lately.

⟐ Be patient | Ivar The Boneless x Male Reader | Ivar The Boneless x amab Reader

Genre: Smut Mordern! AU Words: ± 3 100 Kind of content: Toys / Anal sex / Edging Ivar needs to be taught a lesson.

⟐ Time and humility | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: ± 1 600 A curse leaded to Ivar being turned into a half-cat person, which he doesn't really knows how to deal with nor does his partner, but they figure it out despite how stubborn Ivar can be.

⟐ What's the fun in that? | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Light angst Words: ± 3 800 Ivar is captured by Oleg. (Y/n), the Rus army commander, is both interested and interesting.

⟐ A nice punishment | Ivar The Boneless x [gender neutral] Reader

Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 2 100 Kind of content: Oral fixation / Nipple play Playing with his chest does get Ivar to shut up for a little. It feels way better than it should.

╚═════*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═════╝

You may find some of my works in AO3 with light alterations since I post there using an OC instead of reader. Except for that, my works aren't published anywhere else nor here under a different user. Let me know if you see something off.

#vikings #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #masterlist #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe ragnarsson #hvitserk #hvitserk lothbrok #ragnar lothbrok #imagine #oneshot #smut

[fangirlings-things]

Ocean Eyes

「MASTERLIST」

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Summary: The childhood in the palace of Wessex, filled with treachery, wars and the constant ambition of Lords for power made Princess (Y/N) a determined young woman with a fierce sense of duty. She is a conflicted person, tormented by thoughts of her father whom she never knew and her secret lack of faith in Christianity.

When her twin brother, Alfred, becomes the King of both Wessex and Mercia, she has hope that things will finally start to change for the better, but such expectations are cut short due to the arrival in the English lands of a Viking group, that has as members a Christian Bishop who had been declared dead and two sons of Ragnar Lothbrok, both responsible for her loved grandfather's death.

They both disturb her deeply, especially Ubbe, whom with blue ocean eyes and a surprising respect towards her people, starts to make her question the visions once had of the Northmen.

Pairing: Ubbe x female reader

Warnings: death, smut, violence, alcohol

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༄ Prologue

༄ Chapter I

༄ Chapter II

༄ Chapter III

༄ Chapter IV

ocean eyes tag list: castielsangelsx ; ritual-unions-gotme ; freckled-lass ; irrelevantyettopicalusername ; charming-merlin ; pieces-by-me ; desperue ; jungkxxkk ; seriouslypotterlupin ; cloversparkle

vikings tag list: maggiescarborough ; charmingvalkyrie

TAG LISTS ARE OPEN

#imagine #x reader #fanfic #imagines #series #vikings #vikings imagine #history vikings #vikings fanfic #vikings series #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe x reader #ubbe imagine #vikings ubbe

[milkkygirls]

if i had a heart ( ivar the boneless. )

CHAPTER TWO.

IF I HAD A HEART MASTERLIST.

pairings: ivar the boneless x female!reader (primary), hvitserk ragnarsson x female!reader.

summary: in which you’re a servant to the lothbrok family in kattegat and have a thing for the second oldest ragnarsson, but the youngest will soon catch your attention.

warnings: full 180 from chapter one; hvitserk x reader smut, well not really smut, but it starts wild, language, SUPER FUCKING FLUFFY!IVAR AT THE END.

word count: 1.5k

*gif is edited by me, but not mine*

THE NIGHT WAS FULL OF SOFT MOANS AS HIPS ROCKED TOGETHER ALMOST RHYTHMICALLY. The cool air brushed across your soft cause chill bumps to rise, but Hvitserk’s hands shielded part of you as you rolled yourself against him, taking all of him in, worshiping him like you have for the last five years. But this was different, he had finally noticed you, and now with the buck of his hips he’d elicit a mewl from your soft lips.

The flames from the torches danced along the walls, the shadows telling their own story. You continue to roll your hips on his, feeling the way he so deliciously fills you up. You never wanted this moment to end, but that familiar burn at the pit of your stomach told you that you were close to your release, and that the way Hvitserk’s groans became more frequent proved he was, too. Your release came at the same time, you falling onto his chest and allowing his strong arms to envelop you into his warmth.

Usually you’d be sleeping in the barn with the other slaves and livestock, but tonight you would sleep like royalty in a bed with soft furs and a man you had fancied for oh-so long. You traced shapes on his chest, watching the way his pecs heaved up and down with every breath he took, how sweat beads dotted his toned body. You were the luckiest woman in Kattegat, maybe even the world, if everyone knew the joy you felt. For years you went unnoticed, and all it took was a single slip up to end up in his arms. Hvitserk was fast asleep when you looked up at him. You admired the way he looked so peaceful, how his nose twitched slightly as he dreamt. You weren’t tired though, carefully sliding out from his embrace and sliding your dress back on before the cold cause you to change your mind about even getting out of bed.

You wrapped a fur around your body, leaving the room and going into the great hall, sitting down at the table to collect your thoughts. You stared at the remnants of dinner, silently cursing as you’d be the one that would have to clean it in the morning.

“Did you have a good night with my brother?” The voice was in the shadows, and it startled you. You turned to face the throne of where Ragnar used to sit, swearing you could see the glowing eyes of something as scary as a lost soul wondering Niflheim. You wrapped the fur tighter around your body, turning your frame to face the darkness where the voice had come from. You knew the voice, but that isn’t to say that you weren’t afraid of it’s owner.

“I-I did, Prince Ivar. Did you have a good night?” You asked sweetly, ignoring the cold that bit at your delicate flesh even under the layers. A scoff came from Ivar as you heard a thud, then crawling as the youngest Ragnarsson emerged from the shadows and helped himself into the chair. “It would have been better if you were not so loud in there.” He admitted, you felt as the blood began rushing to your cheeks.

“Did I wake you? I apo—“

“No. I rarely find myself sleeping anymore.” He sighed, taking a drink from a cup of ale left out, staring at the mess he and his family had made at dinner time. “As do I.. Maybe I could help you? Make it easier for you to slumber.” You offered, a friendly smile playing on your soft features. You could see his eyebrows raise, even in the dim light of the hall.

“You would help me?”

“Of course, you are my master. I am always at your disposal and need.”

“Why would you want to help me, why waste your resources and knowledge on a cripple?”

His degrading words tugged at your heartstrings. You had known Ivar all your life, occasionally coming into the great hall as a child with your mother to tend to the Princes, but now that you were always in here, you felt sorrowful for the youngest son. You never understood why he despised himself for something he couldn’t help, he was as strong as his brothers, as smart, he was like them in every way.

“Knowledge is supposed to be shared, Sire. Your deformity does not wain my want to help you.”

He had almost never heard anyone but his mother who wasn’t affected by his curse for it had been his life’s burden, but hearing the way you were willing to help him, despite the ways he had been cruel to you in the past, ignited something in him he had never felt before. There was a silence between you both before you stood up, shivering. “I must go back to the Prince before he awakens to my absence. Goodnight, Ivar. I hope you sleep.” You bowed, making your way back into Hvitserk’s chambers for the rest of the night.

—

You expected the mess when you got up the next morning, cleaning up just in time for the sons of Ragnar and Queen Aslaug to wake up. You served them their breakfast, you and Hvitserk giving each other small glances that didn’t go unnoticed by the eldest. “What is going on between you two?” Ubbe asked with a smile on his face. Hvitserk took a bite from his fork, his lips curling into a smirk as you tried your best to keep your composure. Sigurd chuckled after Ubbe did, Ivar only rolling his eyes.

“Couldn’t you hear them? They sounded like livestock.” He said bitterly.

“You shouldn’t compare a lady to livestock, Ivar.” Aslaug commented, sipping on her ale. Ubbe nodded in agreement, only irritating Ivar further. The rest of breakfast went by as normal, Sigurd arguing with Ivar, Ubbe being their peacemaker. But after you requested from the Queen to visit the market, needed herbs for the sleep concoction your mother would give you as a child to ease you to sleep.

The day wasn’t as cold as the night, so you didn’t have to wear so many layers out, feeling the need to take your tine to grab the ingredients until you met with the eyes of Ivar as he sat on hay bells, overlooking the Kattegat inhabitants.

You shot him a smile and made your way over to him, holding the bag of ingredients gently in your hands. “When I was a child, my mother would give me this to help me sleep. I can give you some tonight, if you would like, Sire.” You offered, shielding your eyes from the sun that momentarily peeked from the grey clouds. Ivar shrugged, plucking out pieces of hay from the bell. You took his silence as a cue that he wanted to be left alone, so you said goodbye and made your way back to the Great Hall, unsurprised to find none of the Princes there.

The day went by as usual, cleaning up, tending to Queen Aslaug. And dinner was quiet, Ivar was in no mood to eat, so he skipped to lay in his chambers. Once you had cleaned you had made your way there with the concoction ingredients in hand. You knocked on the door, announcing yourself before entering to see Ivar peering out of the window.

He turned to you, crawling over into bed. “I-I have the stuff, if you would like to try it.” You showed him. He looked long and hard at it, bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth then looking up at you in a way that said ‘go ahead’.

You poured the ingredients into the stone bowl, mashing them up with a nearby knife before putting warm water in it to dissolve the now mashed up ingredients. You smiled as you handed the bowl to him, watching as he hesitantly took a sip, “How do you know so much?” He questioned.

You weren’t expecting him to ask you this, so when he did you tensed up before shrugging, “My mother was a very smart woman despite her status. She figured there was no point in being alive if she couldn’t share her knowledge.” You remembered the fondness you felt for your mother, then feeling sad upon the memories arrival.

“What happened to her, your mother?”

“A plague took her. When Queen Aslaug found me in the streets struggling to even feed the livestock she allowed me to work within the Great Hall.” You informed, trying immediately after to change the subject, “Do you feel any sleepier, Sire?”

“Yes.”

You stood, brushing off your lap and gathering the bowl, stopping when you felt his strong hand grip your wrist, “Stay, [Y/N].”

“Why, Sire? I must attend to my duties.”

Ivar rolled his eyes in a typical fashion, taking the bowl away from your hand and placing it on the floor, pulling you towards him. You were shocked as he did this, now being face to face with the Prince. He looked nervous, ashamed even at his request.

His request was simple, for you to lay with him as he slept, to hold him in your arms. You had rarely done this kind of thing before, the feeling being foreign as Ivar rested his head on your chest, pulling you closer to his shirtless form. You draped your arms around him as be got comfortable. Soon the Prince was fast asleep, but you couldn’t pry yourself from his iron grip.

It appeared you would be there all night.

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author’s note; fjgkak i needed some fluffy!ivar in my life and this was how. I hope you all enjoyed!

series taglist; @littlemoonchildbrazil @bathroom-sand @jzr201 @tsumamibaddie @the-jess-life @youbloodymadgenius @fuckindiva @starsalts @louvielie @zuxiezendler ( bold mean you could not be tagged, sorry! )

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[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

WHAT I HAVE TO DO

Here is a list of my......

Request

ship request

drafts

Things I have to do

Ideas 

let me know which of these interest you guys the most and I will start with that. I am not sure where to start with so many so if you guys could vote and any you would like to see first.

These are all the requests I have for ships and Imagines if you don't see yours it was either lost or I never got it please resend it. 

ship request

A Riverdale Male ship

A TVD unspecified gender X Gender Neutral ship

A male and female Riverdale ship

A TVD and Riverdale Male and Female ship

Male MCU and Riverdale ship

Actor and Character ship for MCU and TO

Requests

Jamie and Cersei Lannister X Daughter!Reader (Platonic)

(Cersei wants to marry off there daughter but she is Jamie”s pride and joy and wont let that happen)

FP Jones X Teen!Reader (Smut) (FP Jones x reader!teens!rough)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Platonic!!!) he’s sadistic like joffery? that’s the reason they’re really close and trust each other more than anything

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Smut) (joffrey imagine where him and his sister (2 years older) have always had sexual tension but they never saw it that way and one night while she’s changing joffrey bursts through the door angry about something but stops when he sees her. both of them at this point are horny for each other and he comes up to her kissing her while he grabs her breast and shes kind of in shock still but melts into it and yeah they have sex on the bed and take turns topping each other)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader (Smut) (Ramsay (got) has a younger sister and they often have intercourse, but this one night Ramsay brings Reek, his father and mother into readers room and ties them up. He tells them to watch. So Ramsay and her have really rough sex and tells them to look at her and makes her look at them to make sure they knows how good Ramsay makes her feel. When they’re done they kill them)

Betty Cooper X Fem!Reader (damn! i would have never imagined myself being with betty but when i was reading your post, u couldn't stop myself from smiling! soft girlfriends haha. i love it! 💖💖💖 could you do something like this but as best friends with cheryl/toni or even both if it's not too hard for you? i wanna see where it would go!)

Daenerys Targaryen X mercenary!male reader (The reader is a mercenary whom Cersei hires to kidnap Daenerys shortly after she arrives at Dragonstone. But instead of bringing Dany to Cersei, the mercenary decides to keep her for himself and tame her into becoming his willing lover)

Cersei Lannister X Fem!Reader (The reader faints in Cersei"s arm)

Petyr Baelish X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Semi Requested!) (Now that all of her brothers are gone Robert"s legitimate daughter has risen to be seated on the throne. Her council is demanding a husband what will the new queen do!)

Robb Stark X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Hey I love your work! Could I request some angsty robb stark x reader? Maybe reader is Cersei and robert’s true child and was married off to robb. Cersei is very distressed about your wellbeing when the war breaks out and when she learns of the plans of the red wedding, she begs her father to spare you. He does but at a price for your continued show of hatred of the Baratheons and lannisters. Letting you have to watch as robb dies and returning you home without realizing you’re pregnant.)

A wolverine request but I can't find the info (so if you requested a wolverine request please resend it)

In my drafts

Billy Hargrove X Fem!Reader and Steve Harrigton X Fem!Reader

Lip Gallagher X Sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)

Jughead Jones X Plus Sized Fem!Reader

Joffery Barathen X Twin!Sister Reader (Smut)

Sam and Dean Winchester X Sister!Reader (smut but none between Sam and Dean)

Ivar the Boneless X sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)

Jim Hopper X Younger Fem!Reader

FP Jones X Younger Fem!Reader X Gladys Jones (Smut)

Sweet Pea X Fem!Reader X Reggie Mantle (Smut? Nothing between Sweet Pea and Reggie/ )

Cheryl Blossom X Fem!Reader X Betty Cooper (Smut /Nothing between Betty and Cheryl/)

FP Jones X Fem!Reader X Sweet Pea (Smut/Nothing between FP and Sweet Pea)

Daenerys Targaryen X Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut / Nothing between Dany and Sansa)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)

Margaery Tyrell X Baratheon(Lannister) Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut/Nothing between Margaery and Sansa)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)

Ragnar Lothbrok X Christian Princess!Reader X Ivar Lothbrok (Smut/Nothing between Ragnar and Ivar/)

Lagertha X Lothbrok Fem!Reader x Torvi (Smut)

lagertha x Ealhmunding!reader x ragnar Lothbrok(smut)

Billy Hargrove X Harrington Fem!Reader

Steve Harrgton X Henderson Fem!Reader

Jason Dean X Fem!Reader

Mark Sloan X Shepherd!Reader

other things I have to do

Post the next few updates to A Dark Truth

Update my books on wattpad

ideas I have that I may post to get back into writing to add to the drafts for another time

Bellamy Blake X Fem!Reader

Klaus Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Lincoln Kom Trikru X Fem!Reader

Damon Salvatore X Fem!reader

Octavia Blake X Fem!Reader

Kai Parker X Fem!Reader

Raven Reyes X Fem!Reader

Sebastian X Fem!Reader

Josephine Lightbourne X Fem!Reader

Hope Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Chuck Bass X Fem!Reader

Lizzie Saltzman X Fem!Reader

Blair Waldorf X Fem!Reader

Dark!Josie Saltzman X Fem Reader

Bellamy Blake X Sister!Reader (Smut)

Caroline Forbes X Fem!Reader

Bellamy Blake X Sister Reader X Octavia Blake (smut)

Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Klaus Mikaelson X Sister!Reader (Smut)

Klaus X sister!Reader X Rebekah (Smut)

[vikingsagine]

Peaches (Ivar x Reader) One - Shot

Hola! So, thanks for liking the story line to ‘My Loyalty is Yours’ and ‘A Trip Down Memory Lane’, I’m still trying to decide the outcome to that. Like, I have ideas but yeah. ANYWAYS, this is to lighten the mood a bit and I need a lil bit of fluff ya know. yerp. 

Summary: After a certain encounter, Ivar is curious about you and decides to make his presence known.

Warnings: A bit of swearing. And FLUFF...I think...well, just soft. 

There weren’t many things that caught Ivar’s interest. The prince himself found pleasure through the crueler things in life. Things that gave him confidence. Things that made him feel in control and powerful. That is why, the boneless man, spent most of his days taunting and humiliating others. Why he spoke so openly of his opinion in a way that stirred some type of reaction. It gave him a sweet thrill and secured all of his doubts and flaws. Yet one day his curiosity was poked by something completely different, you. 

He was sitting alone, eyes relishing in all the different supplements Bjorn had returned with from sea or rather raiding other lands. Nothing new or grand. A row of slaves. Boxes of gold and silver. Exotic food. Metal and armor. It was all the same as the last and the many more before that. Until a girl, no older than he or even younger tumbled and tripped over his sprawled legs. No man or woman has ever managed to do so because well, he didn’t exactly blend in. He was a crippled prince after all. You fumbled to your feet, cheeks flushed and gaze lowered, praying words of apologies. 

“Are you blind or are you just a fool, perhaps a blind fool?” Ivar snarled, his anger evident behind the blue of his irises. He had never witnessed a girl so foolishly clumsy or rather, dim.

“Oh I do apologize, I wasn’t watching where I was going and-and...I am terribly sorry. Please forgive me. Please. Oh dear, here...I will...I will fix this.” You bent down and attempted to massage his limp legs, hands feeling the thin limbs like sticks made of iron rods.

“Are you mad?” Ivar seethed, slapping your hands away like a pestering insect. “I should have you killed for this.” Never in his life has he ever felt the hands of another man let alone a woman, other than his Mother, on his crippled legs. It was infuriating. It reminded him of his disadvantage.

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry...Oh by the gods.” You jumped back onto your heels, fingers reaching out to your bag to pull out an orange fruit, a peach. “Here, take this. It’s all I have on me at the moment. It’s my favorite thing because it’s sweet like a Summer evening. Please.” You always knew that peaches were the only things that made you feel better, happier and you thought it would do you good in your current predicament. But boy were you wrong.

“I don’t want your peaches.” He barked, grabbing the fruit and throwing it away. He could feel his blood boil. First, this woman trips over him like he was a piece of trash lying around. Second, she touches his legs like she had a right too. Like he wasn’t already ashamed of them. Then, she offers him a piece of fruit like he’s a poor viking living among rats. “You think a fucking piece of fruit is going to make up for this? What are you, incredibly stupid or a fucking smart ass?” You winced at his tone, his voice growing harsher and harsher. Ivar too engulfed in his wrath, he didn’t notice the people observing the sudden growling. “Do you not know who I am, woman? I am Ivar the boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok and if by all means I see your stupid little face here again, I will not hesitate to worsen your miserable life.” Ivar gave you a sugary pungent smirk, burning the soles of his dark glazed blue orbs into yours. “Do you understand?” His tone turned soft, humming in such a sickly way it intimidated you. You nodded quickly and he finally let go.

“I am terribly sorry.” You muttered one more time before you jumped to your feet and evacuated the sudden gleam of spotlight. The complete opposite of a moth to a flame. You didn’t know whether to cry out of frustration or scream out of embarrassment. 

From that day on, he saw you more frequently. Well, he noticed you like a mark that cursed his eyes. Ivar noted your careless figure looming the town of Kattegat whenever he decided to go to the market with his Mother because he had nothing to do. He saw you with your family, owning a small market that appeared once a week, selling sweet fruits and fresh vegetables. His eyes were glued to you like a lost puppy. He noticed small things about you. The innocent smile you shared to strangers as they brought from your store. The way you shyly yet easily conversed with others. Even when you would scowl your younger siblings who ran around and caused more hassle to your day. Your brows would upturn not furrow, your lips would pout not frown. Your eyes would soften, not hardened. There were moments there, where he’d be minding his own business, arguing with his brothers and he'd suddenly catch sight of you talking and feeding the horses. Your lips flapping so mindlessly, actually conversing with the animal as if you believed they understood you. 

Ivar didn’t know why but it frustrated him to no extent. He didn’t understand why he was so curious about such a mundane and normal girl that it drove him to the verge of madness. A girl that he threatened because of her stupid mistakes. And he found that you were in fact a clumsy and awkward mess. It amused him. It was like watching a baby trying to walk. Falling over and over again. Knocking things down. Covered in dirt and apologizing like ‘sorry’ was the only word you knew. 

But today, Ivar decided to end his inner turmoil and finally resolve his pestering curiosity. He had come to the decision of approaching you and taking control of this unknown rage or passion or whatever it was he felt. 

~~~

You snuck into the barn, eyes wide with alert and hands gripping your bag filled with food. With quick feet you slipped into the stall of one of the horses - pure black with socks of white and a specs of white along the mane. Apple, you decided to call her since she loved the sugary taste and crunch. 

“Hello my sweet girl.” You pat the mane of the female horse, it huffed in response. “Sorry I took so long, I think the men have caught on.” The horse nudged its head against your hand. “Eager are we? Here.” You pulled out the awaited fruit and held it out on a flat palm. It immediately engulfed it completely, wet and large lips tickling your fingers and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Now what do we have here?” A voice startled you and you jumped back, tripping over your feet and throwing the bag of sweet fruits up into the air. Ivar laughed at the sight, truly amused by your innocence and lumbering behavior. “You really are a klutz aren’t you?” Ivar smirked, leaning his body against the wall and eyed you with amusement. 

“I was just...it’s not what it seems. Please forgive me. Please don’t tell anyone.” You ignored the fruit that rolled on the hay floor and observed the cripple man. He was the one from the other day. Ivar, son of Ragnar and Queen Aslaug. He was handsome like all the sons of Ragnar. It was odd how every one of his brothers were so...alluring yet individual in their looks. 

“Hmm.” Ivar hummed, picking up the orange fruit that knocked into his foot. “I won’t.” You let out a sigh but did not dare to tear your eyes away from his frame. You recalled your last encounter with the male, his threat. If I see your stupid little face here again, I will not hesitate to worsen your miserable life.

“Thank you.” Ivar picked the pieces of hay from the peach and took a curious bite, wearing a devious smile. His eye burned into yours and it felt endearing and new. No man had ever taken a look at you, not one quite like this.

“You are right.” Ivar said and took you by surprise. His lips glistened from the juice of the sweet delicacy. “It’s sweet like you said. What was it? A summer evening?” Your gaze locked on to the small movement of his tongue and ogled with wide eyes at such a simple action. But it left you a flustered mess, mind wandering to places you knew they shouldn’t. “But I wonder, do you taste the same?” You choked on your saliva, his tempting words hitting differently as a wave of interest sparked from inside. And judging by the devious smirk plastered across his plump pink lips, he enjoyed your reaction. 

“I-I-I...do-do-do...what? I...uh...huh?”

“I am done with you now.” Ivar hummed and threw the delicacy to the side, content with the fulfillment of his words and his encounter with you. It was enough to fill his cup of wonder. “See you very soon, Peaches.”

@soleil-dor​

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Feels Like Home: The Return (pt.1) (Hvitserk x Reader)

Okay, so this idea is something I have been contemplating for a while now and recently I’ve come to the conclusion of ‘why the hell not’. The story is gonna have around 5 parts and I plan to keep each chapter short (less than 2.000 words) to make things more reader friendly.

Summary for pt.1: Following your father’s death you are on your way to Kattegat and wonder if your childhood friends, the Ragnarssons, will be there to greet you when you arrive. You are especially curious about one particular brother.

Warnings: none, I think. This is just fluff basically. (Angst will come later on.)

Word count: 1.160-ish

* Moodboard is mine, images used are not. *

You are staring at the night sky, trying to remember the last time the stars shone this bright at you… nothing comes to mind. The cog sailing ship you won from a wealthy merchant by beating him in cards is slowly rocking under you. The waves are crashing against its side rhythmically, creating a melody as soothing as a lullaby. You pull the furs tighter as a light gust of wind hits your face and sends shivers down your spine. You forgot just how chilly this land is... The moonlight illuminates the water, and, in the distance, you can see the outline of Kattegat’s shores. In less than an hour you will set foot on the soil you have not walked on for many-many years and your heart almost bursts with nervousness. A multitude of questions and what if-s flood your mind, not leaving room for clear thinking. What if returning was a terrible idea? What if nothing goes as planned? Will the Ragnarssons be there to greet you when you arrive? But most importantly, will he be there?

All five sons of Ragnar are waiting in the port – some more patiently, some less. They have been there for quite a while now and the cold starts to creep deep into their bones. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. You are not the only one full of questions, they all have inquiries of their own, although they keep them to themselves. They are curious about things like how much have you changed? Will they be able to recognize you? It’s been ten years after all... Or like why didn’t you come visit all this time if they were as important to you as you claimed when you took your leave? And why didn’t you write at least a few words every now and then?

“Alright, brothers, here she comes. Please behave.” Bjorn says as your ship anchors down and people start disembarking. His remark earns him a scoff from Ivar and a smile from the rest.

“We are not children anymore, Bjorn, you need not to worry about our demeanor.” Ivar replies with audible annoyance in his tone.

“That you indeed are not!” a delicate female voice turns their heads in its direction and the men’s eyes widen in awe.

The woman standing in front of them looks just as breath-takingly beautiful as the day she parted, though her features are more mature and there is a glint of wisdom in her eyes.

“Y/N?” Ivar speaks up, breaking the silence. “Is that really you?”

You feel a huge smile spread across your face at the sound of your name coming from his mouth.

“Yes, my King, it’s really me.”

Hearing you address him like that makes him replicate your facial expression.

“So, you have heard about my title…”

“Well of course I have, and I could not be any happier for you!” you take a step forward and open your arms to embrace him in a hug but stop yourself abruptly.

“Gods, where are my manners… I shall ask… would you allow me to hug you, my King?”

Without a word he grabs your hand and pulls you in, squeezing you tightly.

“Besides my brothers and my wife Freydis, you might be the only person on Earth who shall not ask things like this.” he whispers into your ear. “Gods, I missed you, Y/N…”

“I missed you, too, Ivar! The last time I saw you, you were half a head shorter than me and you did not use crutches! Sometimes I would crawl with you in the dirt so you would not feel alone, remember? But now look at yourself… I have to tiptoe to be at your eyelevel.” you whisper back then pull away to take a look at the others.

“It’s my turn, hand her over, Ivar!” Bjorn exclaims having caught your gaze.

He envelopes you into a bear-like hug then takes a step back to inspect you in all your glory.

“My, my… I must admit you have grown into a lovely young lady, Y/N. Who would have thought that a girl who spent most of her time in the company of rowdy boys would turn out this exquisite?”

“Thank you. Although I must add that those boys were not half as rowdy as they would like to believe they were.”

Your comment is rewarded with lively laughter and your heart grows two sizes at the sound. Up until this moment you have not realized just how much you missed the Ragnarssons.

Ubbe is next to greet you. He lifts you up by grabbing onto your hips and spins you around a couple of times, enjoying the giggle that escapes your mouth.

“Please stop it Ubbe, I’m going to get dizzy! And you remember what happens when I get dizzy, don’t you?” your insinuation works, and he puts you down gently.

“Of course I do! And I do not wish to be vomited on so, feel free to proceed with greeting the rest of my brothers.” he chuckles.

“I don’t mind if you vomit on me because that would confirm that this is not a dream and you are really with us, here in Kattegat!” Sigurd whispers once he hugs you and his words awaken your remorse.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t write, Siggy! I have absolutely no excuses. All I can hope for is your forgiveness.”

“You have it, Y/N.” he replies without missing a beat. “You have it.”

Last but not least, you step in front of the third son of Ragnar Lothbrok. Your heart is pounding against your chest so loud, you fear that even he can hear it.

He has not changed much over the years. He became taller and perhaps has more facial hair and longer braids, but his eyes radiate the same kindness and warmth as before. A faint smile appears on his handsome face and he takes both your hands, pulling you closer to his body. Even though it is considerably cold your skin burns where he touches you.

“Welcome back, Y/N! I am sorry about your father, we all are. My brothers are just too joyous to see you, that is why they forgot to mention it.” he says softly, reminding you of the reason of your return – your father’s death.

“Thank you, Hvitserk! I deeply appreciate it.”

Your arms unconsciously snake around his torso, and he hugs you around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your figure still fits into his perfectly.

You just stand there for a minute like that in silence, only the murmur of the waves and the sound of servants unpacking can be heard. 

You both feel the eyes of the others burning into you, but you could not care less. Being this close to each other feels like home and that is something neither of you have experienced in a long time.

Read PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 and PART 5 (final part).

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