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The Return- Part 11

Im backkkkk💕 Hey yall so after a very very longgggg break from writing😅😬 I am officially back💕 I wanted to say thank you to everyone who reached out to me for their support and their love💕☺️ I am currently working on finishing up this series for yall as well as some smutty😏 requests that have been sent in. And I just wanna say that I love all of yall and yall are the best people out there💕💕💕💕💕💕

Disclaimer: Some Angst, Some Fluff and my horrible writing as always💕 Hope yall enjoy💕

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Recap:

Taking a deep breath I go to stand up from the bed in order to fetch a bucket of water and some new clothes. Instead I end up on the floor cradling my belly, with a burning sensation in my chest and blood pouring out from my mouth. “(Y/n)! Mama!” I can hear the shouts around me. “Fetch the doctor! Now hurry!” The voices around me begin to fade and not before long I can feel myself drifting away.

“My baby... Save my baby...” And with that everything turns pitch black...

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Ivar’s POV

It seemed like time and everything around me stilled. What had started as a very awkward and unpleasant evening, had become even worse. Just a few steps away from me, (Y/n) had collapsed and I wanted nothing more than to rush to her aid and lift her up in my arms so that I could whisper that everything would be okay. That our son would be fine, because he was a fighter and he was OUR SON! That this was all a nightmare and that I would not rest till whoever was responsible would be put to death by my hands! But how could I? How could I be that person she needed the most when all I had done was bring her pain and sorrow.

I hand single handedly destroyed her life and her family. It wasn't until I saw her there. Laying down on the mattress as cold as ice that it dawned on me. All the hurt and pain that I place the people I love through...

“Ivar? Are you alright my love?” Said Freydis as she knelt down before me, whilst placing her hands on my knees. My hands that once rested on the arms of the chair I was in, grasped on to her arms. I lifted my gaze to meet hers with the iciest stare that I could muster. “Do...Not...Touch...Me...Whore. I want nothing to do with you, for I know that somehow you're involved in this. And when I find out how, I will not hesitate to end your life!” I said through gritted teeth, whilst I pushed her down on to the floor. “My king, my god, I have nothing to do with this I assure you! Please you must believe me!” She pleaded with me whilst trying reach for me again. I only stared at her and said nothing back for I would not be able to contain myself from killing her.

Shifting my gaze away from her I stare at the mattress in the middle of the room. Were (y/n) and Erik lay. Both pale, but you could tell that Erik was not in as bad of a shape as (y/n) was, as he had some colour to his skin. I could see Freydis from the corner of my eyes, lifting herself up and trying to come towards me. This idiot does not give up. I quickly turned my icy glare towards her and she stopped dead in her tracks. Bowed and slipped away from the room.

Her eyes told me everything I needed to know. They showed guilt, anger, even happiness, perhaps at the fact that the only person that has ever loved me for me was dying, but the one thing that showed the most was remorse. And that single handedly told me that she was involved. Freydis was not smart enough to do this on her own, so there must have been someone else pulling the strings. And I would not rest until I found out who!

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Your POV

Fluttering my eyes open, I start to notice the familiar surroundings around me. The fireplace’s light radiating across the entire room. Marjorie’s little body at the foot of the bed sound asleep and Erik’s little body hugging her’s closely as if he was protecting her from anything. Erik! At that thought I try my hardest to lift myself off the bed to check on my baby boy, but am stopped by him. “Surely, you're not thinking about getting up, are you now? We both know that’s probably one of the stupidest things you could do in your condition.” Ivar said from the chair he was in. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, maybe even weeks. His hair was disheveled and his eyes held something to them that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I tried to form words, but couldn't quite find the right one’s. Ivar stood up from the chair and used his crutch as support to lift himself off the chair and walk towards the bed in the middle of the room. “I..var, what happened? Erik.. h..he was...” I trailed off before the tears streamed down my face. “Shhhh... It’s alright. Don’t cry, I’ll explain everything that’s happened, but please do not cry. I cannot bear to see you in tears, love.” Ivar said while wiping the tears of my face with his thumbs as he sat down beside me. As Ivar took my hand in his, he recounted everything that had occurred in the last 2 weeks to me.

Freydis had been escorted back to Kattegat by Ivar’s guards, he did not tell me why, but I could tell that it was something serious by the way his demeanour changed. Bjorn and Hvitserk were set to sail back as well sometime this week as they had treaties and business to attend to in Ivar’s behalf. Who was keen on not leaving my side till I awoke and Erik was back to full health. “And Arthur? Where is he?” I whispered, noticing the children about to wake up. At that Ivar takes a deep breath in and with an exasperated sigh... “He’s gone (y/n). He left a note about a week ago. He said that being here at your side wasn’t his place anymore, that the children and you would always have a place in his heart. And not to worry, that he was not going to revoke the children’s titles. But...” Ivar said looking down at our intertwined hands. For a moment I could see genuine sadness and guilt in his eyes, he looked back at the children and then he looked directly into my eyes. The eyes that I had tried so long to forget. The eyes that brought me comfort, safety and most of all the love that as much as I tried to deny it, he could only give me. “He divorced you (y/n)...”

Before I could even get the chance to process what Ivar was telling me, I felt two pairs of arms wrap around me. “Mama! You're awake!” Cried out Marjorie. “Oh my babies! Im so sorry, I will never ever leave your sides again do you hear me?” I say to both Erik and Marjorie as I look into their eyes and wrapped them in a bear hug. I can feel Ivar’s stare from where he is sitting and before I realize what Im doing, I pull him in to the hug by the shirt he was wearing. “I cant... breathe...” said Erik from underneath mine and Ivar’s arms. At that we all let out a small laugh and let go of our family hug. “Erik are you feeling alright? Are you sick? We should probably get the doctor. And you should be in bed mister not out of it!” I say once it dawns on me that my son was almost poisoned, and here he is acting as if nothing had happened. “Calm down (y/n), he's alright I had the best doctors taking care of him while you were, you know.” Ivar says as he rubs my back in a soothing way. “Yeah Mama! Uncle Ivar...I mean Papa took care of me and Marjorie whilst you were sleeping, he never once left my side even though he probably should have, he looks terrible.” Erik says as he whispers the end of his sentence making me and Marjorie laugh. Ivar just stared at him not knowing how to reply to Erik. “Rude.” Is all that Ivar said before plopping down next to me on the bed, making us all laugh harder. I could see Ivar playing as if he were hurt by Erik’s statement, but his eyes told me how astonished he was at the fact our little boy was just like him, not to mention the fact that I could tell Ivar was dying of laughter on the inside.

Moments later as the children are telling Ivar and I what they had done during the week. There’s a knock at the door. Marjorie and Erik go to answer it, as they noticed that Ivar had fallen asleep with his head on my lap and he hasn't slept at all during the last 2 weeks. “Well if it isn't, my beautiful niece and my handsome nephew. Eh! How’s your papa, is he still brooding and acting all grumpy in the corner of the room?” Hvitserk says with a grin on his face that stretches ear to ear. “Nope! He’s sleeping on mama’s lap you see.” Marjorie says as she points toward us from Hvitserk’s arms. “(y/n), you're awake!” He says putting Marjorie down and running towards the bed and throwing himself on it. Ivar’s hand shoots out and grabs Hvitserk’s throat. “Don’t.” He says before letting go and going back to sleep, as he places his upper body across my legs. “And were back to normal people!” Hvitserk as he laughs while hugging me and kissing my forehead.

“So how are you feeling? How was it actually? Wait you must me insanely hungry, good thing I had your cooks make a feast!” As Hvitserk went on and on asking questions and me trying to answer them to the best of my ability I start to think about my family and what the future holds for us especially now since I’ve lost my best friend. And Im not 100% forgiving Ivar just yet, but I cant help but feel that this is how it was meant to be. Ivar and I listening to the ramblings of Hvitserk and our children and one of us drifting away while the other smiled and nodded. The thought brought a huge smile to my face, and a feeling that I could never forget nor want to disappear. The feeling of Family.

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After a couple of days I still wasn't back 100%, but I couldn't just stay locked up in a room. Ivar protested all he could, but he knew that I would not stop until I got what I wanted. As I made the trek from the castle to the cliff I could see the ocean and how calm and serene it looked. The birds flocking from one place to another and the sun setting in the distance. The view was breathtaking. “You know considering you just got poisoned, you shouldn't be out and about by yourself.” Bjorn said as he approached me at the edge. “I know, but I just needed a moment to myself. To think about things and wrap my head around this mess.” I said pulling the shawl a little tighter around myself, to shield me from the ocean’s breeze. “Here, take this.” Bjorn said as he placed his fur around my shoulders. “I thought I lost you for good (y/n). Those 2 weeks where we didn't know if you would awake, took me to a dark place that I haven't gone too since before you came back into my life...” Bjorn whispered as he looked out towards the sun set. “Bjorn, I’m a horrible person. I can’t stop thinking about how this is the life I was meant to live. Just me, my kids and Ivar. What about Arthur? He was such a big part of my life and I...”

“You can’t help, but feel guilty. Guilty that was you shared wasn't meant to be, that secretly you hoped for this day all your life? Free from what seemed like a burden?” He says as he sitting down and twiddling with the laces on his boots. “Yes... But he wasn't a burden, he was my friend, my best friend. He was there for me when Ivar wasn't, he took care of me.” I choke out through sobs as I fall on my knees next to him. “I know, but you cant help who you love (y/n) and who you do not. At the end of the day you would have held this in and it would've ate away at you, for Odin knows how long.” Bjorn says wiping away my tears and kissing my forehead. “God I hate you sometimes, you know that?” “Nope, you loveeee me.” We say as we laugh together whilst we lay down on the grass looking up at the stars as the night took over. “(y/n), although you're not technically my sister. I want you to know that no matter what I’ll always be with you and that I love you.” Bjorn says without looking at me. “I know...I love you too, big brother.” I take his hand in mine to show him that nothing has changed between us and that no matter what he’ll always be my big brother.

Standing up we make our way back to the castle, but before we go in I stop him. “Bjorn, when is the boat departing to Kattegat, again?” “In 4 days time, why?” He asks with a worried look on his face. “Let’s say that I’ll be joining you, 4 years is long enough to be away from home.” I say looking up at him, with a hard look on my face. “I’m not one to stop you, but are you sure that’s what you want?” He says with a worried look. “Believe me, its what I want and what I will do.”

I had gone too long being afraid of the retaliation that Floki would take against me, but I knew that he had orchestrated this poisoning, for he wanted me dead. However, he had not only messed with me, but with my son and no one touches my children. This time I would not return to Kattegat a scared little girl. I would return as a mother, who would protect her kids and her family at all costs and this time I would not be the one sent away, for I would stay in Kattegat and nothing and no one would get in my way...

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reeree1500 · 5 years

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When are you going to update the return😘💓

Just updateddddd. Hope that my writing is still up to par and hasn't gone down the drain even more😬😂

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The Return- Part 10

Disclaimer: YALL IM SO SO SO SORRY.😭😭 I have been horrible and not updated this story for at least a month.😬 I can explain though... University has been kicking my ass and between that and my co-op placement at a law firm.😅 Ive had absolutely no time to do anything😩 BTW IVE MISSED YALL SO MUCH❤️And Ive read all your messages and asks. And yes my mental health is now better and y'all are so understanding and supportive 💕 honestly could not have asked for a better group of individuals☺️❤️

Part 1 part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 part 8 part 9 Part 11

Anyways onto the storyyyyy.....

Warnings: ANGSTY AF (kinda figured out that im probably a smut and angst writer at this point🤷🏽‍♀️), sucky ass grammar and spelling like always, my cliche imagination and the fact that Im probably a horrible human being😬😩 Also made it extra long cuz I felt baddd

PLEASE DONT KILL ME FOR THIS ONE😬

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Arthur’s POV

“Arthur please! Open the door my love, I know what it may seem like to you, but I assure you that its not.” (Y/n) pleaded from the other side. I sat down on the mattress in our chamber contemplating whether or not it was true. Should I believe what my wife so desperately is trying to reassure me off. Or should I stick with my gut feeling and tell her how I have felt for the last 4 years. Her constant pounding on the door finally gets to me and I make my way to open it. “I wish to be left alone at the moment (y/n).” Her arms circle around my waist and I can feel her face wetting by back with tears. “Arthur please, talk to me. Why have you run off. You know that I love you. I do not want him, all he does is bring me pain and you take that away. So please, talk to me!” (y/n) murmurs into my back. As much as it pains me to do so I pry her hands off of me and sit us down on the bed. All I do is long for her touch, but this is not okay. I cannot keep feeling this way and go on pretending that I could have ever stood a chance against him. “(y/n), look at me. I love you and I always will. But its evident that you love him. and I honestly can say that I know I will never stand a chance against him, because the thought of you possibly running back to him has always been on my mind since the day we got married.”

Her eyes showed so much pain that confessing this felt as if I was driving a knife through her heart. “Arthur, I love you. What can I do to show you that. Yes I confess that I was in love with him, but that was long ago and I have left it in the past in order to build a future with you. Whom I love and who I share and will continue to share beautiful children with. So please don't shut me out, Arthur.” She says leaning our foreheads together and holding my face in her gentle hands. “Ok, however I want to be able to process things by myself. So I have decided to have the guest room across the hall prepared only until I figure things out.” With out giving her a chance to fight back, I place my lips on hers and savour the kiss as if it were our last. Meeting her eyes was something I wanted to avoid as I knew that just looking at her broken expression would make me change my mind. I hastily make my way out of the room, but sneak a quick glance over my shoulder to find my wife staring off into the direction where I once sat. With tears streaming down her eyes...

Your POV

What had I done? Why was I such fool to not see what my husband was clearly going through? Millions of questions rushed into my mind about how to go about this situation. I loved Arthur, I was clear on that. But he spoke the truth, there was something in me that could not let Ivar go and it took hurting my husband and Ivar to figure that out. As I sulked I forgot about the doctor whom I had asked to see me earlier. I was having really bad stomach pains and my breasts were more tender then they had ever been. So I wanted to make sure that I was not sick, as that would have been the last thing I needed on my plate at the moment. “My Queen, are you alright? Do you wish to push back this appointment, I dont mind coming by later when you're better.” The doctor spoke from behind me. “Yes, it seems so. Ill let the servant girl know if I need you doctor. Im sorry for the inconvenience.” “Nonsense your majesty, it is my pleasure to serve you.” With a bow the doctor retreats from the room and Im left to my own thoughts once again...

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“(y/n), wake up... its seems that you fell asleep on the floor. Come on I’ll help you up.” Upon hearing Hvitty’s comforting voice my eyes flutter open and I cant help the tears that song come down my face like a cascade. “(y/n)! are you alright are you hurt anywhere? Why are you crying?” Hvitserk’s eyes scan my face and my body looking for the source of my pain, which is held in my heart, but he’ll never know that. “Arthur... He...” I try to find the words to say. “What! What did he do! Did he hurt you? I swear ill kill him!” With that Hvitserk tries to let me go and run out the door, but somehow I manage to stop him. “Hvitserk, No! He didn't hurt me. I hurt him... He believes that Im in love with Ivar, and I fear that their maybe some truth to it...” I say just above a whisper, with my head held low. “(Y/N), Ive known that since before you were married. It was obvious, but I would never say anything to you because I found that it was best if I kept such observations to myself, before I found out about your father.” Lifting my head and staring directly at him, I move my head to the side with a puzzling look. “What do you mean about my father, Hvitserk?” Hvitserk now mirrors the same lost look that I have on my face. “I thought thats why you and Ivar had gotten together, because Ragnar’s not your father...”

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Ivar’s POV

“Aghhhh!”Is the sound that comes out of my gritted teeth when the medicinal herbs are placed on my face. “That hurts like a bitch, get out! Ill do this myself if I have to. GO!” I yell at the servant girl who tried to cleanse and tend to the cuts on my face. “Ivar, please let the servants tend to you. I still cannot believe that Arthur punched you in the face. Hehehe, you deserved it though, how could you question the paternity of his children and not expect him to want to kill you?” Bjorn laughs as he chugs the rest of his drink down. “Well, if you actually cared about your children and the heir to your throne, you’d also be quite upset to find a Christian King claiming to be their father. Those children are mine! And its pretty evident, just look at Marjorie. She's my spitting image.” I snarl at him as the anger begins to rise in me again. “Ivar, thats your mistake and why you’ll never get (y/n) back. You believe that everything should be yours. And that people are things you can govern over, but they're not. Because those are children. And yes they may be yours, but you cannot take away what they have known because you want to be selfish.” He says with a stern look on his face, whilst getting up from his chair and making his way to the door. “Now get ready and fix yourself we have a intimate dinner to attend to with MY sister and the love of your life.” Unbeknownst to us, there was Freydis on the balcony listening to our whole conversation. And little did I know that it would come to be the thing I regretted the most.

At the dinner I notice (y/n) sit on the opposite side of the table from Arthur. This wouldn't have affected me if it wasn't for the look on both of their faces. They seemed distraught and broken. Arthur masked it well, but (y/n) was an open book for all of us to know exactly how she felt at that moment. Not much talking happened, besides Marjorie and Erik shouting at each other on who was better at riding. They reminded me a lot of myself and all I wanted was to tell them the truth, that they were my children and that they would go back to Kattegat with me to learn about the true gods and not the fable that had been told to them about their so called ‘God’.” “(Y/n) are you alright, you do not seem quite like yourself tonight.” Bjorn states with a concerned look that we all share. Even Arthur looks a bit concerned, but his body language makes it seem as if he is alright and nothing is wrong. “Sarah, could you please put Marjorie and Erik to bed? Its getting late for them and they have their lessons early in the morning.” She says with a stern and cold look in her (e/c) eyes. “Su...sure your majesty. “ At that Bjorn stands up as if to accompany Sarah, but is quickly stopped by (y/n)’s icy glare and venomous words. “Sit your ass down.” At that we all look astonished, but Hvitserk only stares at her with sadness and what seems to be sympathy. He must know why she is like this then.

Bjorn slowly sits back down on the table. A shocked look graces his face, as he cannot comprehend why she is acting this way towards her beloved older brother. “How long.” Is all she grits out through her teeth. “What do you mean, (y/n)?” My eyes meet Hvitserk’s own and the realization dawns upon me. She knows...

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Your POV

“Stop with the bullshit! I cannot take anyone else lying to me!” I scream as I bang my hands against the table, stunning everyone in sight. “How long did you know that Ragnar was not my father! How long have you kept the truth from me! How long have you known that Athelstan was my father!” I could careless about everyone staring at me as if I was a mad woman. I had been lied to my whole life. All I had known had been a lie, and the people who I trusted the most in this world had been the ones keeping it a secret from me. “(Y/N)... I..I’ve know since the moment you were born. But father had sworn me into secrecy and I could not break a promise. This doesn't change anything though. You are still my sister and you will always be.” Bjorn says in a haste as tries to come closer to me, but I step back and move as far back as I can. “Did you know? Tell me! Ivar did you know that we were not siblings!” Ivar didn't even have to answer. I knew from the look in his eyes that he too had been lying to me.

“I knew.” Arthur says staring right at me. “I knew that you weren't his daughter and I knew that Ivar wasn't your brother. But I kept that information from you because all I wanted to do was have you by my side. I’m sorry, for the pain I have caused you (y/n). Im sorry for being selfish and not telling you the truth, but I now see that I was wrong and as of tomorrow you are free to go back to your country. I promise that your title and lands will not be taken from you or from the children. May they be mine or his. But I cannot go on with this facade anymore.” Arthur says in the most calm demeanour as he stands up and comes to me. “You hypocrite! How dare you make me feel like shit for harbouring feelings for Ivar when you knew all along and knew that my whole life was a lie.” I scream as I run at him and slap him across the face. But before I can get another punch in I feel a strong grip holding me from behind. From the shocks and the utter feeling in my stomach I knew it could have only been Ivar. As I try desperately to release from his vice grip, my whole world comes crashing down when Sarah enters the room. With blood all over her.

“Your highnesses...Erik.... he.. he..” She tries to say through her shock. “What! What is wrong with my son!” Ivar, Arthur and I scream at the same time. “He.. he’s dying!”

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We all simultaneously run after Sarah towards the doctors quarters. Ivar with his brace on, manages to run faster than all of us and busts the doors wide open. if I wasn't so worried about my son or upset about the fact they all knew Ragnar wasn't my father, I would've been impressed. “What are you doing! Get away from my son!” At that Ivar rushes towards the doctor who is bleeding Erik out. Grabbing him by the collar he slams the doctor on the wall and his sclera go into bluish hue, showing that he is in danger of breaking a bone. “Ivar stop it! Let the man go, he is just trying to help.” “Help my ass! I will not let you harm my son, do you understand me! I will not let you harm him!” At that Ivar lets the doctor go, but not without staring him down. And the doctor looking like he is about to shit himself. Rushing to Erik’s side I notice something strange. The colour of his skin is now fading and his eyes have bags under them. But what hits me the most is the memory of Uncle Rollo teaching me about poison. “He doesn't need to be bled, he needs medicine. He’s been poisoned...”

“Mama! What is wrong with Erik! He will be okay right? He has to be okay!” Marjorie begins to say as she shakes with fear. Before Arthur or I could say something to console her, Ivar bends down and takes her hands in his. “Marjorie, listen to me. Your brother is a fighter and so are you. After all were related aren't we?” Ivar says as he lifts her chin. “Yes..I suppose that we are. Is it true what they say though? Are you our father?” At that Ivar turns to me looking towards me for permission. At this point I think to myself how hard it was to learn my whole life had been a lie and that I would not want that for my children, so I nod. “Yes, Marjorie I am your father. And no your mother is not my sister. It was something that we had to say because she needed to be kept safe.” He says ever so calmly. “Safe from who?”She questions “From my mother. Your grandmother.”

Cough*Cough* Spurts of blood cover me in seconds. My attention becomes focused in on my son again. “Where is the damn antidote! Please someone hurry!” At that Hvitserk runs into the room with a small green vial. “Here take this it should help him. Lagertha gave it to me before her and father left. Something about it would come in handy some day. Here.” Shoving the vial in my hands I open it quickly and lift Erik’s head. “Drink this Erik. It should help you, my darling. Please be strong, I know you're scared, but you’ll be alright ok. Everything will be ok.” I say through tears. Today had been the worst day by far. “Mira... please help my son. I know you're always with me, but please help me now. Pray for my son and ask God to save him.”

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A few hours had gone by and nobody had moved from the room. Arthur sat on the chair next to the bed with his elbows on his knees, looking straight and focused in on Erik. Bjorn and Hvitserk sat by the fireplace and were wetting some towels so that we could place them atop Eriks head. I sat on the bed next to my son and caressed his beautiful face hoping for a miracle. I had dismissed Sarah and told her to take Marjorie with her, but she would not budge. Sarah left, but Marjorie stayed and sat in Ivars lap asking him if Erik would pull through. Ivar was sweet to answer as best as he could, and I could tell that he truly cared for his children even if his demeanour wasn't the greatest. I knew that deep in my heart I would have to let him get to know them, but it still hurt especially knowing that he now was married. “Wait, where is Freydis? I haven't seen her since yesterday.” I say looking towards Ivar. “I dont know earthier to be honest, she's probably looking at some damn flowers anyway. Its best if she's far away anyway.” “Why would you say that about your wi-” “she's not my wife, at least not yet. Were not actually married, (y/n). I just said that to piss you off.” Taking a deep breath I go to stand up from the bed in order to fetch a bucket of water and some new cloths. Instead I end up on the floor cradling my belly, with a burning sensation in my chest and blood pouring out from my mouth. “(Y/n)! Mama!” I can hear the shouts around me. “Fetch the doctor! Now hurry!” The voices around me begin to fade and not before long I can feel myself drifting away.

“My baby... Save my baby...” And with that everything turns pitch black...

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MY SISTER IS BACK!!!!!!♥️😭♥️

Sankofa-Vegvisir pt 1.

This was requested by an amazing follower of mine @limbo-limbo-limbo !!! I hope you enjoy babes!🥰💕

Pairing: Ivar The Boneless x POC Reader

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"We have not seen nor heard from M'baku for more than four years, why must we go to this wedding?" Ivar seethed as he limped along the curves of the upcoming hill. He found the repetitive sound of his crutch delving into the soil beneath his path to be quite maddening.

“We must go, Ivar, whether you find it agreeable or not. He is my friend and when you consider someone to be your friend, it is your duty to be there for them in the times that are most important.” Ragnar said

The last notable memory Ivar had of his father’s dear friend’s presence came from a time farther away than it seemed. Each millisecond of that day still recites vividly in his mind. Every sound, feeling, taste, and smell is still as potent as they were when first encountered. The sight of waves pounding against the sides of a trading ship carrying his mentor into the distance, haunt him as a long since passed lover haunts their widow. Although the look in M’baku’s eyes was one of great sorrow, Ivar refused to believe that his abandonment caused M’baku as much agony as it did him. No one aside from Ragnar knew M’baku’s reason for departing, although many had come to their own conclusions. The years came and went as the tides, grieving boys became broken men and new paths were forged. Life returned to its normal fashion and the world carried on as Ivar hung in the balance, a cold and desolate balance.

On the day prior to this, news of the wedding of M’baku’s daughter was conveyed to Kattegat. It was implied that the presence of the the ragnarrson clan in its entirety would be greatly valued but only two obliged. The remaining few possessed a great anger which overpowered whatever sorrowful desires to be in his company they may’ve had. Neither Ivar nor Ragnar shared the same sentiments. Many potent emotions were present when they were met with the concept of reuniting with their lost companion but none held the intensity of a longing to acquire a well deserved and proper goodbye, as opposed to the poorly shaken hand gesture which they were given.

The men have traversed many miles since their departure at nightfall some hours before. To use the word fatigue to describe the pain which radiates through their legs would be a great injustice. They prevailed, enduring the aches and cries of their limbs as they begged for relief. Not even halting their journey to replenish themselves at the bank of the river they trudged along.

“How much further must we go?” Ivar groaned as he limped along the path Ragnar carved.

“Do you ever cease to complain, son? We will be there when it is time for us to be there and by the grace of the gods I do hope it’s soon. I’ve grown tired of your whining.”

Each part of the forest began to appear similar to the previous. One by one, the trees all formed into the shape of their predecessors, the smells of neighboring greenery became whole as an unfamiliar and lingering scent. A scent that clung to the hairs within their noses. No sounds aside from those of nature were heard until an orchestra of tribal instruments bellowed throughout the woods. The intensity of drums chiming cut the through the deep silence of the local atmosphere.

“They are merciful gods, are they not?” Ragnar said

As they drew nearer to the root of the clamor, they found themselves in the heart of a mass of joyous guests. In a sea of glimmering smiles and sounds of merriment, there was one face that ceased to exist.

“Hmm, seems like he did not even care to make an appearance at his own daughter’s wedding.” Ivar jeered.

On the other side of them, he hovered slightly above as he observed their reaction to the sights. Perhaps he was too frightened to make himself known initially, too afraid to face the man who was once the little boy who cried his name at the shores.

He placed his hand firmly on Ragnar’s shoulder as he would in the years of the past.

“I was almost sure you wouldn’t come, nevertheless, I’m glad you did.”

Ragnar turned at a tedious pace as if he did not want to truly know if it was him in the flesh. Yet, when he did, the delight that shone upon his face was unmistakable.

“It is you.”

“Why would it not be? Whom else could it have been?”

“The seas parted me from the you that I loved, I was not sure if you could still be that person.”

For a moment, just a minuscule portion of time, they witnessed in each other’s eyes all that had took place in either’s absence. The blue’s and brown’s of their corneas displayed pain, sorrow, anger, and happiness alike with each stroke of color.

M’baku laid hold of him, clasping his hands around the length of Ragnar’s sizeable forearms. There was no time squandered as he hastily took it upon himself to embrace his colleague. Neither of the men could deny how they took solace in the comfort of the other’s arms.

To the rear of Ragnar, M’baku caught sight of a far more familiar tint of blue. There was no question of Ivar’s similarity to the discouraged yet frightening young lad whom slithered across man made paths of dirt as a child. The dynamic of that young boy has changed, the sufferings of his past have grown into unhealed wounds of the present.

There he stood at an impressive height, as still as manageable, seemingly unmoved by the heart-wrenching scene that occurred before him. The men released each other, once Ragnar regained knowledge of Ivar’s presence.

“I suppose you are expecting a hug as well, come my boy.”

A sense of desertion enclosed itself within the space betwixt M’baku’s welcoming arms. The pain of the ever-changing times had given way to the formation of a profound sentimental barrier.

“I do not need your affection, I came for my father. Not for you, nor my own pains, but for him.” Ivar asserted whilst nudging M’baku’s arms aside.

Leaves from the tree which stood tall above them fell gracefully upon the ground with the aid of gentle high winds. There M’baku’s eyes gazed as they avoided contact with Ivar’s.

“Very well, I suppose the two of you would care to meet the bride.”

Separate yet conjoining clusters of guests parted allowing the men to be lead to the lady of the day. A vision unimaginable to most men of humble intelligence appeared before them. She was beauty in its sacred form, a light at the grayest of hours, an emblem of life in the time of demise and Ivar was thoroughly captivated by her likeness.

“Ragnar, Ivar, I would like for you to meet my daughter; Y/N.”

Words could not be produced of adequate significance to be spoken to such a beauty, or so Ivar thought.

“It is a tremendous pleasure to finally be face to face with you both. Father has told me such remarkable tales of explorations you've embarked on together. Thank you for attending. ”

“The pleasure is all mine, truly,” Ivar mumbled

There occurred an undeniable aura of newfound fascination amongst them. Ragnar observed in amusement as his son admired the stunning bride. It brought him considerable glee to witness his son delve into a world of youthful desire.

“I believe my lad fancies your daughter. It seems as though it should be the day they were to be wed. If only they'd grown jointly.” he whispered in a rather impish tone

“Life is far too brief for “If Only”, all we have to cling to are the moments that occur now and will hopefully arise in the future. I became aware of that not too long after I departed from you.”

“Interesting.”

Ragnar came to Y/N, grasping her hands in a subtle manner as he traced intricate circles along the backs of each. It simply pained him to gaze into the depths of her eyes and understand how much of her life has come and departed all alike without his presence. Precious eras he wished deeply to take part in were but the wind as of now and forever will be, yet he felt for her as an uncle would simply for his devotion to her father.

“Y/N, you are far more beautiful than I or your father could've ever imagined and I wish you nothing but joyous times and plentiful blessings from the gods.”

A sensation of comfort came over Ragnar’s skin once the affection of her hands clasped around his face.

“Thank you, Ragnar, your kind words are appreciated far more than it can be explained.”

To the far right of her, a rather dashing and exceptionally noble-looking young groom appeared beholding a smile which beamed with pride. In the second Ivar set his sights upon him, he understood the presence of the man who stood between himself and the woman he’s hastily grown an affection for. A glow that’d shone brightly upon Ivar’s face has now developed into a disturbed expression of failure and inferiority. The sight of the groom’s arms slithering around the width of her waist bothered Ivar immensely although he felt quite uncertain as to why it troubled him in such a way.

“I would like for you all to meet my husband, Kefé.”

Until this point, Ivar assumed he’d experienced no greater pain than the sufferings of his early years which have chipped away at his soul leaving a man of a damaged nature. Those words incited the birth of a contemporary element of agony, one which could not be fathomed. Kefé applied passionate kisses along the skin of her neck symbolically imprinting upon his territory. With each kiss, an isolated portion of Ivar withered. It troubled him to realize that the origin of Y/N’s laughter and blossoming grin were not from his own actions but from the actions of another.

Ragnar caught sight of his son’s newly paled complexion and weakened demeanor.

“It is alright son, certain things are not meant to be, no matter how cruel the gods appear for not hearing our prayers or fulfilling our desires, everything falls back into its rightful balance eventually. Life goes on, as you well know.” he murmured whilst grasping Ivar’s shoulder.

“Why must it constantly go on without me, hmm?” Ivar whimpered

Such a concern remained without a proper answer for Ragnar as much as it did for Ivar and perhaps it will forever prevail as an enigma of existence.

“I am not sure but you could wallow in your sorrows and vie for the affections of a taken woman for the rest of the evening and perhaps the rest of your younger years like a bitch or we could relish in the festivities for now. This is a matter of fate that is entirely your choice my son, you can come and find me if you have chosen the latter.”

In the usual fashion, Ivar chose to delve into his anguish. Elation swirled about the masses as he plummeted beneath tides of despair established by no other force than the inner workings of a shattered mind. All by his lonesome in the farthest corner of the campgrounds, he settled in the company of a cup of ale. Nature cloaked him in the shadows with the help of the vast number of guests roaming. Ivar grew accustomed to the comfort of the shadows. They provided a sense of normality, if one can not see defects, it is almost as if they cease to exist. It is the one domain in which Ivar is more than a cripple, a man. Of what manner should a man be presented? Whom decides the value of a man and of what values do the qualifications consist of? To Ivar, to be a man is to be a finely crafted piece of weaponry with the potency to forge a legacy.

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Many did not notice Ivar’s sudden disappearance from plain sight. Y/N was not one of the many.

“Ragnar, where has your son gone off to? I expected to see quite a lot of him this evening. Father told me many tales in which Ivar was the life of the party.” Y/N said

The sudden concern that was shown towards Ivar sparked an interest in Kefé as well as Ragnar.

“My son has never been one to enjoy romantic occasions. You may see him periodically but not in his common state.”

Y/N’s sights were set upon the masses as her ears desired the dreadful yet melodious sound of a crutch against hardened earth. She scoured through a plethora of faces to find those distinct eyes.

“I do hope he's alright,” she confessed

“Well, why don't you find him? I'm sure he’ll be more than glad to see you.”

Ragnar’s preposition humored M’baku yet not enough to lose consideration for his son in law’s sentiments.

“I don't believe that would be in his best interest, sweetheart. Let him be for now.”

“I believe I shall find him.”

Anxious hands tried to clasp for her, yet she disappeared almost as immediately as those words entered the atmosphere. She split the crowds in quick motions as a swift wind. It seemed reasonable to assume that discovering a cripple amongst a crowd of common men would be rather simple but it proved to be a tedious task, to say the least.

After many long moments of searching, there he appeared, as lonesome as ever beneath a willow tree. If eyes could speak, what would those of Ivar say? Whom would they converse with? The warmth of ale granted freedom to those sorrowful eyes, allowing their brilliant tones to speak volumes.

“Are you alright?”

It presented itself in the manner of an angel to his ears. A delicate, mellifluous key wielded as an instrument of the Valkyries. A temporary calming mist blanketing grief.

Their eyes came upon one another in a moment of understanding silence. Ivar attempted, to the best of his abilities to rise to his feet as a gentleman is expected to. His limbs succumbed to their pains, forcing him back down upon his bottom.

“I apologize, I'll only need a moment,” he mumbled in humiliation

To his surprise, she grasped onto his arm firmly guiding him into standing position.

“It is never a sin to be deserving of aid,” she said whilst clearing dust from his lower body armor.

“Thank you.”

They began to take a leisurely stroll into the neighboring wilderness.

“Why were you sitting there, secluded?”

“I did not feel as though my presence was fit for such an occasion.”

“Why would it not be?”

Ivar ceased to walk, swiveling his body to come face to face with Y/N.

“I am not a normal man as I hope you can see. I can not run with the breeze, I can not frolic, I can hardly stand without assistance. I am not a conventional party guest.”

“I do not fancy anything conventional, convention limits originality. I certainly would not desire a conventional party guest. My father told me many tales of your performances at parties. You were vibrant and free of thresholds, a true testament to elation. What has changed?”

Ivar returned to his place beside her, not wanting to dignify those wonderous eyes with an answer. Her arm enveloped his, as she led him along the trail. As he strolled at her side, Ivar recognized this moment as the first of an era in which he felt natural. Glaring at her shimmering skin beneath the sunlight peeking through the trees, he’d never witnessed a more astonishing sight. It was a sight that provoked a sense of lightness, the world’s sufferings became minimal as well as his own.

“That boy you're referring to was indomitable. His source of strength was untampered with. He proved to be more of a man than I am now, perhaps more than I ever will be in further times. It was simple to exist as that lad when I'd not known pain or at least acknowledged it. Once I became aware of it, that young lad withered into a hallow minuscule wispy creature incapable of fathoming basic human sensations aside from the depths of sorrow.”

“I think you should delve into the origin of that boy’s strength. Perhaps he did acknowledge the pain, but he gained joy from comprehending that he could withstand it. Do not fail him as you relish in despair.”

“What if I can not be as strong as he was? That Ivar was one of the distant times of the past. He and I are no longer one, what if I cannot possess the same wisdom as he did?”

“You have yet to try.”

It was rare for Ivar to be left flabbergasted, seeing as his tongue was his only weapon. That statement provided insight into a world of unscathed emotions as new as the fall leaves raining down upon their heads.

“I like you Ivar. I am not sure for what reason or in what manner but I do recognize something. I suppose I see myself in you. You and I are of similar flames, we are different, set apart by the gods.”

Their faces instinctively turned to the other, sharing yet another passionate glare. If there was one thing that was certain for Ivar at that moment, it was a burgeoning desire to ravage every part of her. The warmth of his breath coated her lips as his mouth drew closer to hers. Ragnar watched them for some time as the evening drew nearer to their departure. Just as their lips we're hairsbreadth apart, the substantial realm intervened.

“Ivar, it's time to go son.”

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Throughout their voyage back home Ivar remained deep in thought. This ongoing silence troubled Ragnar.

“Are you alright, son?

“I'll never forget her, will I?”

Matters of love and life have come to baffle man since the dawn of conscience. It is an ongoing and never unraveled enigma.

“No, you will not, son. Your first and your last will forever haunt you. It is your choice whether or not they maintain their beauty or they evolve into prolonged, repetitive miseries.”

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LITERALLY DIED♥️I NEED MORE AND I NEED IT NOWWWWW!!!!!!

Three’s Company pt 1.

A/N: this is a short drabble to get my juices flowing in order to get over my terrible case of writer’s block. I’ve also been busy with work so I apologize for my absence. 🥺 Let me know if you would like a continuation. I love you guys! Thank you for your patience!

Age limit: 18+

Short summary: Alex introduces a new sexual dynamic into his relationship with Y/N.

Pairing: Alex Høgh X Reader X Orlando Bloom

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“Alex, where are you taking me?!”

“Just bit further, you're going to love it. Trust me.”

There was something about those eyes of his, the frigid depths of the blues which possessed a power like no other, hypnotizing and terrifying with each glance. His face held an emotionless expression of depravity as it tilted over his shoulder to his rear where I obeyed his direction. Over the course of Alex and I’s “delicate” situation, we’ve taken part in many games, most of which have been curated by Alex’s distinct mind. Each game proved to be far more peculiar than the previous and never as shocking than the next. He referred to them as the “The excitement of the times”, often stating that an existence without the element of risk is better left unlived and he fulfilled every part of those beliefs with all of his being. Today I was awakened at the crack of dawn with the promise of an original delight and no matter how my body may have ached from our fiasco the night prior, I could not say no.

I don't believe I'll ever forget the feel of these winds, the icy tips of its touch, the lingering scent of fall’s arrival that came with the leaves all around, or the sensation of levitating amongst the breeze the further we travel. My muscles ache and are growing weaker by the moment.

“Come come now, don't get lazy. Your reward is getting closer,” he said whilst tugging at the chain attached to my leash.

I never minded having a leash, some say it's degrading to be treated as an animal would but I prefer to be commanded. Alex tells me it's only meant for times when he's under the impression I've gone soft but I believe he enjoys the thrill of it all. Control is what he desires most, above all things. I suppose that is why we work, he is far too egotistical to compromise and I am far too nonchalant to care for control. As stated previously, my reward was near. Through the spaces between the towering trees, I could see the outline of a cabin. A rather secluded cabin.

“I told you today’s game would be an original.” he jeered

The grimace he wore so proudly terrified me far more than the secretive nature of this playing session, simply because it was a new expression, one he’s kept hidden in the midsts of the others. Once we arrived at its doors I could recognize the silhouette of a man hidden in the shadows behind the curtains. Alex felt amused by my worrisome look seeing as he knew how easily shocked I tend to be.

“Did you see it?”

“Who was that?” I questioned

His hands clasped to mine gently as he placed a key in the palms.

“See for yourself.”

Once unlocked, the door crept open to uncover a world of vacancy. Whoever is there or could've been there seems to be gone now, vanished into nothing more than the dust aligning the corners of the rooms as well as the furniture.

“Where is he? I swear I saw someone!”

“Hmm, I guess it was your imagination.” he softly tittered

The floor beneath him caught his attention more than I could in my distressed state. For whatever reason, the sun’s gleaming light that seeped through the curtains chose to highlight the lining of his flexed arms as they were crossed in front of his chest.

“It's not funny Alex, I swear I saw someone!”

His eyes burned through my shoes as they clobbered the floor in the midst of my tantrum.

“Well, then I guess you should find him.” he snarled

So I did. I rummaged and ran about the cabin like a madwoman for his entertainment. It must've been no more than 45 minutes until I saw signs of another presence. In the coat closet by the front entrance, there a was a sudden and great commotion amongst the contents it held. It makes me feel rather stupid realizing that I’d neglected to check the most apparent hiding place. The nearer I drew to the door, the more aroused Alex seemed to become. My hands hesitated to make contact with the doorknob. They began to tremor violently.

“Go on, open it,” he whispered

I did as told and soon came to behold a new face.

“Well, hello there. Took you long enough.”

As he emerged, I stepped back further and further in a frightened manner.

“Tsk, Tsk. There's no need to be afraid, It’s simply playtime, remember, Y/N?”

He began to intertwine his fingers with the chain attached to my leash, inspecting its condition. Alex circled around the two of us in the manner of a beast of prey, soon approaching my rear and enclosing my waist in his arms. The form of his chin rested perfectly along the curves of my shoulder as he inhaled my aroma.

“Alex, who is this?”

“This is Orlando, he is a friend of mine who would like to join in our fun......Will you let him play?”

Alex has never shown signs of being a person with an affinity towards threesomes but I suppose his desires have changed in accordance with his philosophies. As much as I would rather decline their offer and run home, a part of me craves the affection of two men. Two separate entities that desire me the same, allowing them to ravage me freely without consequence. I'm in......

“Let the games begin,” Alex said devilishly

Their hands roamed over my skin, they never once showed signs of reluctance when met with the desire to clench onto my flesh and grope whatever parts appealed to them. Separate entities they surely proved to be in their actions. Where one kissed, another bit, where one sucked, the other licked. It soon came to feel like an overflow of arousal, there were far too many things being done to my body at once yet I yearned for the feel of being defiled.

Orlando’s mouth engulfed my entire left breast whilst Alex tore my shirt to shreds from behind. This pleasure perfectly coincided with the sting of Alex’s teeth digging into the flesh of my shoulder, promptly breaking the skin. Blood trickled down my bosom and Orlando found satisfaction in lapping up the droplets with his tongue in continuous dog-like loops.

“Does she taste as delicious as I told you she would?” Alex chuckled

Orlando’s fingers made way to my slit, tracing it up and down while collecting juices in the rotation. Those exact fingers we're sucked positively dry.

“Even better.” he sneered

“I always make good on my promises, don't I smukke?”

Alex’s hands swatted my clit, heightening its sensitivity.

“Yes, Fuck!” I declared

My arms remained interlocked behind my back as Alex held me still, no matter how much I squirmed and heaved in response to their advances.

“I think she's gotten bored. I say it's time to spice things up, shall we?”

In Orlando’s hands, there was a pill of a light green hue marked with an Irish clover. He forcefully parted my lips and waited for Alex’s command as he dangled the pill at the base of my mouth.

“Do it!”

The heat of his breath coated my skin in unison with the moisture of his tongue flailing from his mouth. As the pill made contact with the pores of my tongue, it gave way to a newfound sense of euphoria, an everlasting orgasmic feel.

Everything that ever appeared normal suddenly evolved into something far bigger than itself, magnified by a tenth degree. Each word that was spoken to me seemed to be said three times over and perhaps more. Before I was sure where I was being relocated to, Alex and Orlando laid me down upon the living room table. My clothes were being removed faster than I could feel the fabric tearing and I've never felt more stimulated in my life.

Rough hands guided my head back, positioning my lips at the tip of a familiar cock. I willingly gave an entrance to his shaft. It glided smoothly within my throat as it grew harder and lengthier. My hips were suspended as far as the human body permits. Orlando’s arms fastened around them, providing himself with supervision over my lower body’s movements as he devoured my clit with various sucking motions. I was left breathless in a matter of seconds, heaving and clenching onto the edges of the table. My neck was absolutely coated in saliva as Alex fucked my face with all his might although he was beginning to grow unstable. Orlando’s strength came into play entirely as he fought to gain control over my jolting legs and bucking hips.

Alex gained possession of my leash’s chain tugging to cause an abrupt loss of air. I was suffocated by an incoming flush of cum and I had no desire for this feel to come to a demise. Sadly, such a joyous sensation ceased to exist once he released his hold of my chain and his cock departed from my mouth. Orlando continued to work diligently at his efforts shortly bringing me to my first climax of the evening.

“You look so beautiful when you come, smukke. Don't worry, the fun has only just begun.” Alex panted in the midst of a passionate kiss.

They came to stand before me, displaying their fully erected cocks at eye level, symbolically preparing me for what's to come.

“Y/N, I'm going to fuck Alex while he tastes that pretty little cunt of yours. I want you to watch, don't you dare close those gorgeous eyes, understood?”

Until this point in time, the Alex I knew or at least I believed I knew would never allow someone else to fuck him senseless, I suppose I hardly knew him at all. His mouth worshipped any and all parts of my cunt in unison with gliding fingers. Groans vacated his mouth in between sucks, indicating the pleasure provided by Orlando's cock, a pleasure that left him in awe. Observing their expression in the depths of eroticism ignited my flame far more than Alex’s superb exertions with his mouth.

I pleaded with Orlando to suffocate me with my leash and he gladly obliged. His eyes whirled in never-ending coils as he came close to climaxing. Alex struck my clit time and time again in an effort to bring us to orgasms simultaneously.

“Come for me smukke! Come on!”

We all reached our peak as one. It felt as though we'd formed into an entirely new force. The universe flowed through our body into the aura of the room.

“Since you're in a naughty mood this evening, you're going to take both of us.” Alex said

“but I already have.”

“At the same time.” They asserted

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His Aphrodisiac...Part 2 Vampire Ivar! x Reader

Disclaimer: Smut 😏(an attempt), spelling and grammar mistakes😬 and my cliched imagination🤣Thank you for all the love and support💕☺️

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Weeks had gone by after our steamy session in Ivar’s office. I still couldn’t process the fact that he was a vampire. That ancient tale of a monster who sought nothing but blood was true. However, he had proved otherwise. Ivar didn't seem like the type of person to go around sucking people’s blood just because he felt like it. No, he was the type that when I had a problem he would make it disappear. Like Johnathan, my ex-fiancee who wouldn't stop harassing me. As soon as Ivar had found out about him, he never showed up again. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. Of course I was relieved at the time, but now I cant help but think about if Ivar had anything to do with it...

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it was the night of the annual Lothbrok Corp dinner. Only a select few people from the office were to attend as many of our sister branches would also send their representatives. Not to mind the fact that the founders of Lothbrok corp would all be there as well, with their friends and family. This year the dinner had been set to occur at Ivar’s mansion upstate. This included a secluded area where the next house wouldnt be in sight for miles. Ivar was a man of privacy and now I could understand why. The dinner was to start in an hour and I had yet to finish my makeup. I wasn't really one to amazing at it, but I knew what would compliment my (y/s/t) complexion. As I finish applying my mascara, I take one last look in the mirror before heading out to the kitchen to find my phone and call an Uber. Taking my coat in one hand and juggling my keys, phone and purse in the other. I manage to somehow lock the door, but not before I’m met with a pair of electric blue eyes. “I..Ivar. W...What are you doing here?” I manage to say through my shock.

“You haven't returned any of my calls or messages since that night (y/n). I wouldn't admit this to anyone else, but I was genuinely worried about you.” He trails off as he says the last part whilst avoiding my gaze. “Ive just had a lot on my mind, Ivar. Im sorry.” I say looking anywhere except his eyes, knowing full well the effect they had on me. In a flash Ivar stepped away from the limousine, took my coat and placed it on his arm and grabbed my hand dragging me towards it. “Ivar what are you doing my Uber’s here.” “I gave him 100 bucks and sent it away. You're coming with me.” He whispers the last part close to my ear before shoving me inside the limo. His tone of voice wasn't all the way warm, it had hints of his icy personality in them and made it hard to breathe for me.

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The car ride was awkward and filled with lots of tension. Ivar tried multiple times to start a conversation with me, but I paid him no mind. I sat as far away as possible from him, I could swear that there were times where I thought that I would fall out the door. His hands would “accidentally” (as he said) wander all over my legs, tracing patterns and ever so often trailing even higher. It took everything in me to ignore his advances, and he knew very well the effects his touch had on me. His mere touch created a pool of wetness down there and the bastard knew it. Before his hand could go any further, the view of a great mansion surrounded by nothing but trees caught my eye. “Woah, that's huge.” I said as I looked out the window. “And its all yours (y/n), if you’d just have me.” Ivar says as he turns my head and stares into my (e/c) eyes. Getting lost in his electric blue orbs I lose all sense of why I was upset at him. It’s as if it’s only us two and the whole world disappeared when I look at him. Before either one of us could act upon our feelings once again, we’re interrupted by the driver as he pulls up in front of the house. “Oh for fucks sake! Someone is always interrupting us!” Ivar screams out, startling me a little as his eyes began to glow. His sudden outburst made me want to run away, but also made me feel as if I should have calmed him down. Ivar turns to me and he just stares, no sudden movements or words just a blank stare. In seconds Ivar is out of the car and opening the door for me. If I hadnt known that he was a vampire I could've sworn that it had all been a fix of my imagination and that he truly wasnt there.

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As Ivar led from the limo inside the mansion, I couldnt help but admire the artwork and intricate design of his house. It was something truly unexpected from him. Once inside the ballroom Ivar had disappeared, I guess to greet everyone and say hello to his family. Whom I know he hasn't seen for the longest time. I however, am very overwhelmed and I think it may have to do with the fact that everybody’s eyes are on me. I don't do very well in public scenarios like this one and all the attention is making me a little sick. There was security all over the place and although intimidating I knew that I had to find a washroom as quickly as possible, so I could lock myself in there all night. The bodyguard didn't even speak, he just pointed towards the stairs and went back to acting as if I wasnt there. Shrugging it off I make my way up the stairs only to find a corridor with an exceptional amount of doors. Internally cursing myself I make my way down and knock on every door, but they're all locked. I almost gave up until I saw the double doors on the right. Obviously this couldn't be bathroom, but at this point I didn't care, I just had to find a place to stay till it was time to go.

As I opened the double doors Im greeted by an awfully dark lit room, with intricate black designs. The cravings on the bed posts and the paintings around are those of ancient nordic runes, something that led me to believe that this might have been Ivar’s room. I knew of his great admiration foe his background, he loved anything that had to do with nordic beliefs and ancient gods. Making may way inside Im transfixed by all the artwork and details around me that I fail to acknowledge the presence that lies in the corner of the room. “So, I seem you've made yourself acquainted with my room already, (y/n)” Ivar says as he walks out of the shadows with his crutches? “Oh my God, Ivar are you okay? I literally left you for less than an hour and you've already gone an injured yourself! Wait, I dont mean to sound like a bitch/ignorant or anything, but why do you have crutches? Aren't like vampires supposed to be like physically invincible?” I said all in one breath, as Ivar just cocked his head to the side and stared at me. “You honestly believe everything that the media tells you, dont you?” Point taken, all I knew about vampires were form shows, movies and books that were then turned into movies or shows. “Anyway, before I became a vampire, I was actually a viking. Hence all the nordic runes everywhere and the massive tattoo on my chest and back. My family was very rich and my father Ragnar was king. However, unlike my siblings I was born without function in my legs. Which is why I use those metal braces in the corner over there while I'm in public, and these only around people I trust.” He says moving closer to me. “Now, tell me as to what drew you to come in to my room without me, (Y/n).” Ivar says as he draws my name longer than he has to, in a very sensual tone that makes my knees tremble.

“(y/n), give in. Dont fight it, we were meant to be. You're the reason I can finally feel alive. If it weren't for you, I probably would've kept roaming this world with no sense of purpose. I know you feel this connection. So once again , will you let me take care of you?” And in that moment all senses had been thrown out the window.

Ivar closed the gap with his hot mouth against yours. You gasped as you felt the heat spiral through you, as you ran your fingers through his soft locks. Throwing the crutches to the side Ivar manages to pick you up the hips and deepens the kiss. The sensual dance between your tongue and his is soon over as you cave in to his dominance and let his explore your mouth, slowly with deliberate movements. “Ahhhh...” A moan escapes your lips as his lips move down to your neck. “Since I saw you in that dress earlier tonight, it took everything in me to not act on impulse.” Making his way to the bed, Ivar lays you gently on the back satin sheets and holds himself up as his roam over your body in admiration. Ivar then looks at you for permission as his fingers begin unlacing and unzipping your dress. As Ivar kisses along to every spot that is unveiled to him, goosebumps begin to raise along your skin. You had longed for this moment for awhile, but had denied yourself of the pleasure due to your fear. Oh how stupid could I have been you thought to yourself as you relish in the pleasure that this man brought you every time he kissed and caressed you. “You're so beautiful...” Ivar says as he touches you with reverent fingers, as he begins caressing that part of your body that is not very often explored.

His fingers begin tracing the inside of my hips as his head dips down to my flower. Ivar takes my clit into his mouth and gently bites it, bringing a pleasure that I cannot describe. My hips buck up to him on their own accord asking for more. But he holds me down and brings his face up to mine. His intense gaze had distracted me for a second as his ministrations towards my clit were over. But before I could beg him and ask him for more, it was as fi Ivar had already beat me to it. In a flash he had dipped and curled 2 of his massive fingers into my hole. Pumping them in at an alarmingly fast rate. “I..Ivar, that feels so good!” I manage to say through my moans that are increasingly louder as I throw my head back from all this pleasure. Ivar’s pace becomes steady and his lips are now focused on my right breast, kissing and caressing it as if it were his favourite thing in the world. My hands uncurl form the sheets and move towards his head caressing it and then bringing it up so that I could kiss him. This time I wanted to show him that I too cared for him. And all that fear had been washed away, this man had been everything to me the minute I started working for him and Would be damned if I let him get away. Vampire or not!

Bringing him in for a kiss Ivar tries to take control and dominate again, but this time I would be in control. I manage to shock Ivar with the lack of submission that he’s used to seeing from me. I use this to my advantage and flip us over. Trying to not hurt him in the process. I break apart our kiss and stare deeply into his eyes as our heave breaths begin to entangle with each other and become one. I slowly remove his fingers from my hole, much to his dismay. And before he could protest I place my finger to his lips. “You've shown me how much you care for me. Time and time again Ivar. Let me show you that I care too.” At this his eyes hold admiration, surprise, and hints uncertainty. Making my way down his body, I leave trail of kisses form his chest all the way down to his legs. Taking my time kissing every part of them and staring into his eyes with love and tenderness, which he mirrors in his gaze towards me. I then make my way up to his long and already hard cock. Oozing with loads of precum. Licking the excess I take as much as I can into my mouth as I wrap my hangs around the base his very thick and long shaft. Pumping and bobbing my head I can feel and hear Ivar’s pleasure. His hands wrap around my (h/l)(h/c) hair and his hips thrust forward. I can see that he is reaching his high and before I could make him cum, he pulls out of my mouth. “I’d like to cum inside you, if you'd let me (y/n)” He says as his hands pull my face into a heated kiss.

Climbing on top of him I go to position myself on his member. However, Ivar flips us around so that he is the one on top. I could only look at him in shock for a second before my eyes roll back as I feel him thrust into me with one swift movement. My hands wrap around his torso, and claw at his back from the overwhelming sense of pleasure. Our moans become a melody to my ears, but soon I can feel myself reaching that high. “Ivar.....Im gonna” “I know baby, me too.” And just like that with a few more of his powerful thrusts Ivar and I reach our edge. Ivar and I stare into each others eyes with admiration and love. My hands without thought brush the strands from his hair away from his sweaty face. “Dont leave me ever again (y/n), I mean it. Those weeks that went by were probably the hardest of my life.” He breathes out as he caresses my face and body so gently, as if he were thinking that I would just vanish right there. “I would never think of leaving you again, ever. Im your aphrodisiac after all. What would you do without me?” And without a care in the world we lied in each others arms whilst the party roared downstairs, and the host nowhere to be found.

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The Return- Part 9

Disclaimer: Im so sorry for keeping you guys waiting, but Ive been trying to figure out my new schedule and had literally no time to write anything down 😬 This part contains lots of angst and honestly I don't feel like its the best🤣 I want to thank y'all for all the love and support💕☺️And forgive me in advance for this is 100% gonna be utter shit😭🙏🏽 So don't kill me😅

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 10

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Warnings: Angst, Violence, bad grammar + spelling.😂

Your POV

“My wife...” At Ivar’s words you had felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest, crumpled, and stomped on by him right in front of you. You just looked at the blonde beauty and thought about how perfect she was and how you could have never compared to her. “(Y/n), are you alright? You seem pale and quite unwell.” Freydis says to you with what would seem as genuine concern in her eyes. Your mind was at a loss for words, something that did not happen often to you anymore. You didn't know whether it could've been out fo jealousy or if out of shock and what seemed like a flare of anger rising in you. “Just a little light headed, that's all. Anyways, are you alright if we go up to the castle now? Or are there anymore people on the ship?” You say through gritted teeth and a fake smile on your face. Freydis exchanges a look with Ivar and he then turns to you with a smile on his face nodding. As the three of you turn to walk towards the hill leading to the castle, you noticed how Freydis gushed over Ivar in front of you. Occasionally she would turn and pretend to admire her surroundings and meet your eyes trying to show off. You promised yourself that for the love of your siblings and family that you would go along with the facade and pretend as if you didn't want to kill her every time she clung onto him like that. But it was proving much harder than you had initially thought. “Freydis, I would like a moment to talk to (y/n). You can continue making your way to the castle with a few of my men, just be careful love.” You heard Ivar say to her as his lips grazed hers.

Why had you been so jealous? You were happily married now to Arthur and had 2 beautiful children by him. As you would not let yourself think otherwise as to who the possibility of who the father could be. Not paying attention to Ivar or his “wife” you kept looking out towards the gardens and the townspeople. Your body is then whisked around rapidly by your so called “brother” and you come face to face for the first time in 4 years. “Why?” “Why what Ivar?” You say rolling your eyes at him trying to avoid this touchy subject. “You know exactly what!” He says pulling you off to the side and out of hearing range of anyone around. “How could you keep my children away from me!”

Ivar says as his grips tightens on your arms, surely to leave a bruise. Back then you would have cowered with fear at his tone of voice. But now you were a queen and Arthur had made you realize that no one not even himself could ever trample over you again! “First of all, you are not the king here and you DO NOT! Call the shots!” You say gripping his hand and forcing it to unclasp your arm. “Secondly, my children have a father and his name is Arthur Pendragon. The King of this land and I am his queen and I will not have you disrespect him with such blasphemous words leaving your mouth!” You say to him, with as much venom as you could muster laced into your words. His eyes showed shock and admiration in them. Surely in his mind he thought about how much you had changed and how the once scared girl that graced the land of Kattegat was now gone. Ivar knew the answer to his question though. You could not bare to let him in on the fact that you had bared him children, it would have placed everyone you cared for in the danger you had placed so far away from you. Not waiting for him to answer and get his words together you turn around and leave him behind in the dust. Walking away you felt empowered and for the first time like you had the control over him and it felt good.

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Making your way through the halls of the castle you finally reach the hall to see everybody gathered and chatting with each other. Marjorie notices you enter and springs quickly from Arthur’s lap and makes a bee line for your arms. “Mama! You're just in time, Uncle Bjorn is telling us stories of when you were my age. Frankly you were quite boring, but it’s okay you’ve gotten a wee bit more fun!” She said as she clung around your neck. This child you say as you internally roll your eyes. She could always leave a whole room without words in seconds. But it was a quality that you were quite fond of. Carrying Marjorie in your arms you made your way towards Arthur and sat beside him. Marjorie then jumps from your arms to Arthurs lap and starts to play with the buttons on his jacket. Marjorie adored her father and it was evident to everyone who would look their way. Especially Ivar who sulked and gritted his teeth every time his eyes laid on her playing with Arthur.

Arthur lived to serve our children, but Marjorie was his mini-me. However, Erik was all mine. At that I call Erik away from the candies I know that he so desperately wants to eat, but that I will not let him. This boy is hyper enough as it is and I cannot handle so much excitement and emotions today. His little eyes turn to me pleading for a small bite of the sweets that are bestowed upon him. However, I am firm in my decision and although disappointed he makes his way to me with a huge smile on his face and his arms outstretched. Holding him in my arms I cannot resist, but spin him around as we both giggle and fall to the floor in a fit of laughter. “You're an exceptional mother (y/n), I always knew you would be.” Bjorn says whilst looking toward me with tears brimming in his eyes. “I feel incredibly proud of you for pushing past all the horrible things that have been placed in front of you and you coming out on top.” At that tears begin to form in mine. “Ok, Ok. No more crying. I feel as if there has been enough of that in our lives to last us the rest of them.” Hvitserk says whilst laughing. At his comment everyone laughs and that is when Sara enters the hall. “Your highness it is time for their majesties’ lessons.” She says whilst bowing her head. At that Erik and Marjorie stand up and rush towards her. They loved Sara and treated her as if she were their older sister. In fact she was Mira’s younger sister who was sent to me by Gisela when she found out about my pregnancy. I could not have asked for a better tutor for my children. Saying my goodbyes to them I turn to walk towards my husband, but come to notice a certain look on a certain bear like man. Bjorn’s eyes hold an astonished look of admiration and adoration. The look of a man who's been taken to heaven and does not wish to come back.

Arthur taps my knee to grab my attention, but he notices what Ive just witnessed and a smirk is displayed on his face. “It seems that our little Sara has caught your interest, Bjorn?” Arthur says playfully to him. “Yes, it appears to be so. Ive never met such a beautiful woman in my life.” Bjorn says still in what seems to be a trans like state of some kind. “Bjorn, surely you’ve met more beautiful women than a simple tutor and maid, have you not?” Freydis says from Ivar’s side. Her comments made by blood boil, which Arthur noticed and took quick action against. He placed his arms around my shoulders and whispered sweet nothings into my ears. He then lays one of his hands on my lap, to then which I place my hands on his, holding him ever close to us.

The way she caresses his hair and the way she positions herself beside him is bothersome to me. It goes to show that Freydis is a woman that will do anything to keep him, even if that a means worshipping him like a God. Trying to lighten the mood and ease the tension that quickly seems to be building up. Arthur asks about Kattegat and how it has been since we left. What we didn't know was that at this very moment just a few feet away was the person who would bring about sorrow and grief everywhere they went. Especially to me.

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Bjorn’s POV

When Arthur asked about the current state of Kattegat, my hands balled into fists. Not by his question, but because the ruin of Kattegat had come with us to England. “Well, it could be better, but I will not ruin our visit with such an ill subject.” I reply in a tone in which everyone understands that the subject matter at hand should not be one to be discussed. At the moment (y/n) decides to turn the attention upon Ivar and his new wife. It was obvious that she was hurt by it, however knowing my sister she would never admit that to a soul. She was moodier then I could remember her being, but it could just be the fact that people in England are moodier then everyone. “When and how did this come about, and why had we not heard sooner about this union Ivar. Where you hiding your wife from me? Or did you simply want to take us by surprise when you brought your whore to a place where my children reside? Huh!” (Y/n) says while she stands up, rage very much evident in her eyes.

At that the room became silent and servants who seemed shocked and outright astonished by the fact that (y/n) was behaving this way. Arthur stood up from his throne and pulled her body into his as a way to try to calm her down, but we knew that it would not be so easy. “Control yourself (y/n), please. This is not good for you and you know it. The doctor said you should rest and not become stressed. Please I beg of you, listen to me and stand down.” Arthur whispers into her ear. After what seems like ages (y/n) looks down and Arthur softens his hold on her. A quiet Im sorry leaves her lips and she walks out of the room towards what seems to be her quarters. I would have to check up on her, this was very unsalted behaviour for her and it worried me.

Arthur clears his throat and asks the servants to shows us to our rooms, but not before asking Ivar to stay behind. “Ivar, please stay. I would like to have a word with you and apologize for my wife’s behaviour towards you both.” As everyone moves Freydis seems to stay in her place by Ivar’s side. Obviously not getting the fact that she was not part of the conversation that was to be had. “Alone.” Arthur says while facing the window and his back to them. Something that I knew bothered Ivar very much...Authority and power which he could do nothing about.

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Arthur’s POV

“So, what is it that you wanted to speak to me about, besides your wife’s ridiculous outburst?...Your majesty.” Ivar says through gritted teeth. Turning around I keep my face stoic as ever, however all I wanted was to punch this man in the face for all the pain and suffering he had not only caused my wife, but her people as well. I had heard of Ivar’s actions against his people from my spies in Kattegat and from Bjorn himself. I knew that the once respect that I held for this man had gone out the window the moment he started burning everyone who opposed him. “Come, I wish to show you something out on the balcony.” I say to him as I walk without waiting for his reply. I can feel his eyes burning holes into my skull, but I care not for this as I have more pressing matters at hand.

Stepping out onto the balcony I look over the lands that had been bestowed upon me by my father. “These lands, were given to me by my father, who which in turn got them from his father, and so on. One day when (y/n) and I are gone these lands shall go to Erik or Marjorie... Our children.” In this moment Ivar scoffs and I could see him roll his eyes at me. “Your children? We both know who damn well! Fathered those children Arthur! It wouldn't take much to see the resemblance between us!” He yells at my direction. “I invited you to my home so that my wife would be able to see her family once again away from the dangers of Kattegat! But I now see that it was a mistake to invite you here. Erik and Marjorie are not and will never be yours! And on top of that you come with a “wife” who's sole purpose of your marriage was to get your mind off of my wife! MY WIFE! Whom shall never be yours!” I yell at him as my patience wears thin. Unable to hold back the anger and resentment I feel towards him anymore, I grab him by the collar and push him towards the railing. Grabbing him so that he may not fall, but just enough to try and scare him.

However, I underestimated him and feel my footing quickly fall from beneath me. Ivar then lunges himself on top of me and begins to throw punches left and right. I dodge and fight back as much as I can, but he is able to get a couple of punches in. Spotting an opportunity I quickly flip us over and start punching him for everything he has done. At this point I see red and fear that there will be nothing to stop me from killing him. Except my wife. “Arthur! Let him go! What are you doing!” She says as she runs towards us. In that moment I forgot about ivar and stared at my wife, but it only took a second for Ivar to kick me and cause me to crash against the railing itself. “Ugh!” Before I could lunge myself at him (y/n) threw herself in front of him. And I stopped dead in my tracks. How could I have been so foolish to think that she could have ever loved me back. To think that we could have actually had something. NO! She will always choose him, she will always choose Ivar.

Your POV

I couldn't let them go on. I couldn’t let my husband kill the man that I once loved. No matter how much he deserved it, but Arthur didn't understand that. He didn't understand that I had put Ivar behind me and that now all I wanted and all I needed was him. Arthur looked like as if his world had been flipped upside down and like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, by me. Shaking his head he looks down and heads inside. Not before stopping and turning around to face Ivar one last time. “If you ever utter the words that Erik and Marjorie are yours, I will not hesitate to kill you on the spot. Im done showing mercy and being the fool.” And with that he walks inside bloodied and leaving me astonished. “(y/n), I...” “Shut up! Just shut up! How dare you! Did I not warn you that something like this would happen! You need to stop Ivar, Erik and Marjorie are not yours and will never be! Arthur has been the father that they need and deserve. You on the contrary will never be their father, because all you do is bring me pain!” I yell at him through the tears that fall down my face like a cascade.

“How could I have proven to you that I could be great father, when you didn't even give me a chance! I gave you a way out of the situation you were in! I told you that we could have run away together and lived together as a family away from it all. But you! You decided that I wasn't good enough for you!” He says standing up from the ground cradling his side, obviously showing that Arthur had got in a good punch or two. “I couldnt have and you know it! Floki he...” I begin to say before I stop myself and think about that night. “What! What did he say to you (y/n)! What lies are you gonna spew out about the only man that has ever cared for me my entire life!” He says getting extremely close to me, his eyes showing hints of a side to him that I had never come across but had heard from the gossip and read from the letters Bjorn sent to Arthur. “Your precious Floki threatened me with your life and that of everyone who is close to me, if I didn't leave Kattegat! So yes! Blame me Ivar for being so selfish that I placed your life and the lives of everyone I cared about before my own!” With that I left Ivar standing there in the balcony by himself, just like I had left him that night 4 years ago.

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1 month ago...

“What do you need of me, my queen?” Freydis said to Aslaug. “Ivar and his brothers shall be visiting England fairly soon and I will need you to be my eyes and ears into everything that occurs there. I wish to know exactly what (y/n) and her husband have been up to, I hear that their union had been blessed with children. Find out more about them and if you ever get a chance, take this.” Aslaug says as she pull out a vial. “This will ensure your reign as Queen of Kattegat and will finally put an end to that Christian child. I do not care of she's miles away, while she breathes Ivar will never be yours. And he will never grow to be the man that I wish him to be.” Aslaug says with a cold heart and an even colder face. “But, she's of no danger to me. Ivar is mine and he always will be, its been fated by the gods themselves.” Freydis says giving the vile back. In that moment Floki comes out from the shadows. “I have lost all whom I care about, because of (y/n). Ragnar, Bjorn, Ivar and Helga have all turned their back on me because of her. I was forced to kill my own wife because of what she did in order to save this child. And you too will lose, if you do not comply with our demands.” He says whilst placing the vial back into Freydis’ palm. “You must do this if not for us, then for Ivar and all of the gods.”

“I will...”

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When are you going to update the return? 💓😘

I have just finished Part 9 and I'm just in the process of reviewing it☺️ So hopefully by tonight the latest🙏🏽 I promise ill try to update quicker though, It was a pretty tough week so it took awhile😅😬

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Requests are OPEN!

Hey y'all. Ive been overwhelmed with all the love and responses Ive been getting from each one of you💕 Ive decided to let you all into the couple of stories I’ve been working on lately and that Ill be hopefully posting this week☺️😅 Comment which ones you would like me to post first☺️

1. Part 9 of The Return Series

2. Our little Rendezvous...King Ivar x Queen Reader

King Ivar and you have been in a state dinner for hours, but you had a better idea of how to pass the time...

3. Honor... Ivar x Christian Reader!

Inspired by the Last Kingdom. You are giving Ivar a tour of your estate and arrive at the church to show him the intricate artwork. But Ivar has better plans for you...during the mass!

4. His Aphrodisiac Part 2... Vampire!Ivar x Reader

Requested by anon.

5. Lingerie Shopping with the heathen... Modern!Ivar x Reader

#request #ivar #ivar the boneless #vikings ivar #ivar lothbrok #ivar x reader #requests are open

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The Return- Part 8

Disclaimer: Let me start off by saying how sorry I am that I left you all waiting almost a week and a half for part 7😭 I felt bad so I decided to make up for it with Part 8. I might have gotten carried away so this part is superrrr longgg😬😂Hope you guys enjoy it☺️💕 I also apologize in advance for this very long and horrible part 8 :) Also would you guys like a Masterlist instead of me linking the parts down below?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9

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Warnings: Angst, Violence, Incest (but not really), some un-detailed smut and bad grammar + spelling.😂

Your POV

Unwavering fear. That’s probably how I could describe this moment. The coldness of the blade against the back of my neck paralyzed me. Here was the man that had haunted my dreams for years. Floki was once my father’s best friend and he used to come over all the time and play with us when we were younger. However, out of the blue he turned cold on me and would pit Bjorn and I against each other, to the point where it got physical and I broke my arm. He used to say it was part of training and being a viking, right up until the moment my brother saw me clutching my arm against my chest.

Flashback to 8 years ago...

“Come on (y/n)! Pick up your sword and stop laying around!” Floki screamed from above me. “M..my arm. I can't move it, it hurts too much...Agh!” I manage to say through my tears. I can’t seem to grasp on to how uncle Floki could be so nice to me yesterday and become so mean today. The way he screamed and stared at me with hatred in his eyes, let me know that this wasn't the same uncle Floki I've known my entire life. Something had happened and I didn't know what to do. “Uncle Floki, I think that's enough. She's clearly hurt, Ive got to get my mother.” Bjorn spoke up as he came up to check my arm. “Do not move boy! This is your sister being a weakling, just like that priest Athelstan. And I will not have a child of Ragnar under my tutelage be this weak!” He screamed at Bjorn before spitting right beside me.

Athelstan. The priest who would come bearing gifts for Bjorn and I since before I could remember. He had recently passed away according to mother and father. And I remember crying myself to sleep that night, because I missed him so much. There was something about him that made me feel safe, just like when I would be with papa. But with him it was more spiritual. He taught me everything about our God and how he was a God of love, unlike Odin and the rest of the Norse gods. Upon hearing how Floki was bad mouthing Athelstan I couldn’t help, but feel this unknown feeling overcome my body. “You wish you were half as strong as him! He was a man of God in a place where he could be killed for it! If that wasn't brave and strong than I don't know what is!” I screamed back at him. My tears and pain were now second to this feeling of rage taking over my body. Something in me told me not to let him disrespect our uncle like that.

Floki just stared at me and so did Bjorn. His eyes went wide at the fact I had just stood up for something. If not for myself, then for someone else. However, before I could continue Floki had grabbed ripped my arm away from my chest and stepped on it. “Agh!!!!!” The pain had come back and it was more unbearable than ever. Bjorn tried to push him off however he could, but he kept adding more and more pressure onto it. “Stop it! You're a monster! Get off my sister!” At that my eyes began to close from the unbearable pain And Bjorn holding a sword was the last thing I saw...”

After that day I never saw Floki again and papa never spoke of him to us. That’s when Bjorn and I got really close. From that day on it was us against the world, till the day I left. Floki presses the knife more into my neck drawing a small drop of blood. “You wouldnt know how long I have waited for this moment, my dear niece.” He said up and close to my ear. The shivers running down my spine were uncontrollable and so was my shaking at this point. “Dont be afraid, I won't hurt you...Just yet anyway.” As soon as he took the knife away from my neck I hurled myself away from the bed, trying to reach the window. He then grabbed me from my hair and slammed me against the wall. His hands curling around my neck. “Dont you know by now, not to defy me! You insolent child!” Floki hurls me on the floor and kicks me in the stomach several times. My tears stream down my face and I screamed. At that moment someone tries to open the door. From the other side I can hear what sounds like Ivar’s voice and what seems to be his attempt to break down the door. Floki stops kicking me and his hands wrap around my mouth and the back of my head. “Stop screaming! I didn't come here to kill you, but to deliver a message. Stop this little thing you have with Ivar or else he will pay for the consequences. Marry the prince and leave Kattegat for good. Never come back or your life and your whole family’s will be in my hands. Just like your father’s was.”

With that Floki lets go of me and jumps out the window into the night. My father’s life was in his hands? What could he possibly mean by that. Ragnar was my father and he was pretty much alive. Could Floki be threatening him and is his life in peril because of me? All these thoughts swirled through my head. Ivar’s attempts to break down the door are still going and at this moment I realize the mess that our room has become. Quickly standing up I tolerate the pain in my abdomen. Composing myself I will the pain away as best as I can. And wipe my tears. At that moment ivar bursts through the door.

Ivar’s POV

I see her standing there looking at me as if I was crazy. “Ivar why did you break own the door! Are you insane?!” She screams at me. Im so confused, was she not just screaming at the top of her lungs? “Are you okay, I thought I heard you screaming and I heard a bunch of movement too?” She just shakes her head and rolls her eyes at me. Taking in the surroundings I see the mess that our room has become. Before I could even question her, she maneuvers her way around me and heads out the door. There was something thats she wasn't telling me and I needed to know what it was. Taking a closer look, I see muddy foot prints on the floor. And these definitely couldn’t have been (y/n)’s. Someone had been in here and I plan to find out who.

However, I need to honour my promise to Bjorn and take her out of here now. Making my way towards the hall I pass by Hvitserk. “You seem unusually happy for someone who hasn't been laid in a month.” I tell him trying to annoy him and play it off that Im not looking over at her. “Well, dear brother. Unlike you I have a prospect for a wife in mind. Which is what (y/n) and I talked about when we went to the waterfall, if you must know.” Hvitserk says whilst taking a sip of his drink and smirking.

I always wanted to know what had gone on when they disappeared, and hearing that he didn't try anything with her really calmed me down. Before could I dig at him for more information I saw Bjorn out of the corner in my eye. He was visibly upset and I was the target of his anger. I could tell he wanted to have a little chat with me, so I excuse myself from where Hvitserk and the men were to go after Bjorn. “Why are you still here! You should be on about by now, to Odin knows where!” I fill Bjorn in on the whole situation hoping that it will help me calm him down, but all it does is add fuel to the fire. “This is why I said you should have left immediately! I don’t care, I will deal with it and kill whoever it was yo suspect, but you need to get her out of here befo-” At that Bjorn and I were interrupted by (y/n) herself about to make an announcement.

Arthur POV

I could not for the love of God understand what prompted her to do this. I always said that I would be here no matter what. And I know that this should make me the happiest man in the world, but at the expense of her happiness it just washes me over with sadness and guilt. (Y/n) had approached me when I was talking to her father and uncle about the preparations for the wedding. I expected her to not be so focused or into the subject as this wedding was something O knew she did not want. However, what she had said surprised us all. “I would like to push up the wedding for tomorrow if possible. I don’t care for the festivities I just wish for the safety of my people and my family. And I cannot wait to marry my best friend...” I can remember clear as day a the look on her face. She could fool anyone, hell she almost fooled me, but I knew better and I know whatever had made her change her mind had to be a damn well good reason. Her mind was made up and no matter how much anyone would try and persuade her, it would not change. So here I am now helping her up onto a table to announce the news.

“I would like to start off by saying that the last few months that I have been home have made me realize how much I truly missed this. The people and the never ending laughs and overall the love that you all have for one another truly make me sad about leaving.” In this moment the guilt strikes me hard. Im taking her away from her family, but I have to remind myself that at the end of the day we are doing his to help the people we love survive. During the rest of her speech I was silent. Listening and nodding my head an occasionally smiling when I saw others laugh. Until she said my name... “Although it is sad that I will depart for England soon, I cannot express how lucky I feel that the reason I will be leaving is because I shall marry not only my best friend. But, the love of my life who has been with me through everything and has never stopped loving me, nor I him. Because I cannot wait to start my life with him, we have to a decision about our wedding. I have decided to move our wedding up to tomorrow, for I cannot fathom being without you Arthur, for a second longer.” Tears welled up in her eyes and everyone who was present. I knew that there was some truth to what she was saying, she still loved me no doubt, but she was confused and wanted to explore what she had with Ivar. And to be honest it bothered me a bit, but I wouldn't let her know that.

Moving towards the table I extend my hand out to her. I dont know if it was the alcohol we both had, but something came over us both and when I had her in my arms I couldnt help, but kiss her. And she kissed me back. At the cheers throughout the room erupted and when we broke apart we laughed and smiled. My eyes came into contact with his, hurt evident in them, but at that point I wanted to be selfish. I could not feel bad for him, even though I wanted to. I had to take into account my own happiness for once and if that made me a bad guy so be it. But, I would fight for her and the love I know we could have.

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Your POV

It was the morning of my wedding and I could not stop thinking about Ivar and how he looked when he heard I pushed up the wedding. There was so much hurt in his eyes that it was unbearable o mot be able to run into his arms and make it all okay. But Floki’s threat came up in mind every time and I had to remind myself that ultimately I was doing this for him and for my family. The knocking on the door got my attention away from this whole mess. “(Y/n), may I come in please?” Gisela said from the other side. Making her way inside and waddling towards me, Gisela grabs the brush and begins to comb my hair. “I remember when I married your Uncle. I was so scared that I had to marry that big scary man.” She says through a chuckle. “You're lucky you get to marry someone you know, this way you won't have to cry at your wedding like I did.” Remembering how she cried during the ceremony made laugh. I couldn't believe that this woman who once swore to never marry a viking was now carrying his heir.

“Its funny, how things turned out. Who thought that Arthur and I would get married for real?” I say looking down and playing with my fingers that lay on my lap. “To be honest we all knew that you would end up together. You make such a cute couple and the fact that you've been in love for years just adds on to how perfect you are together.” Gisela gave me a lot to think about and thats what I loved about our relationship. She was more of a friend than she was my aunt. “Im sorry to interrupt you, but I was wondering if we could have a word with our sister?” Ubbe said from the door. Gisela looked at me and I nodded at her. Ubbe, Bjorn, Sigurd, Hvitserk and Ivar all walked in and sat on the bed all expect Ivar. Who stood by the door not looking at me even for a second. “We wanted to come by and wish you luck in your new endeavours and to let you know that we’ll visit as much as we can. We love you and these past few months that we got to spend with you have truly brought s all together, which is something that has never happened before. So, we just wanted to wish luck and remind you that we love you and here’s a present so that you have little piece of us everywhere you go.” As they all finish their little speech, tears are already rolling down my face.

Bjorn wipes them away and Hvitserk just rubs my shoulder. All the while Ivar doesn't even acknowledge my presence. Ubbe and Sigurd each have a box that they give to me. In the box that Sigurd gave me there’s a small dagger. In one side the word Lothbrok is etched on the blade. The handle however, has all our names in a swirl and the end has a small amber stone. The stone that Hvitserk and I came across on our way to the waterfall. “You guys...” “Were not done yet (Y/n), you still have to open this one.” Grabbing the box from Ubbe’s hand, I begin to unwrap it. In the smaller box there was a necklace. It was a locket and in one side was a portrait of mama and papa. Whilst on the other side under a glass was sand. “Mama and papa could not stand seeing you before your wedding as they knew they would cry and probably make you cry too, so they told us to bring this to you so that you remember where you're from. Overcome with emotion I can barely get a thank you out. “Okay, okay, you're wedding is about to start and we've made you cry. Come on finish your make up and we’ll meet you outside. Papa, Mama, Uncle Rollo and I will walk you down. So hurry up.” Bjorn says quickly so that no one would notice the tears brimming in his eyes. I silently chuckle to myself and get myself ready for my future.

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As they walked me down the aisle my whole family was emotional. No one cried till Arthur and I said our I do’s in front of the English priest. Papa, Uncle Rollo and my brothers were all visibly crying and trying to pass it off as sand int heir eyes. Whilst my mother, Gisela and Helga cried for real. Ivar is sitting with his mother all the way in the corner and I could see him looking everywhere, but towards me. Whilst Aslaug cheers on with a conniving smile gracing her face. I dont think anything about it till I see Floki come up to her and whisper in her ear. In that Monet I knew deep in my gut that this whole situation had been manipulated by them.

Not letting them ruin my wedding I look towards Arthur with a smile and he returns it. “Ahhhh!!, Arthur put me downnn!” Arthur lifted me and carried bridal style in his arms and walked towards the great hall with everyone behind us cheering. “Nope, Im okay. I rather hold you in my arms and not let you go.” He says while laughing at me. I feel as if our marriage may have started out of obligation, but I have a gut feeling that something good will come out of it. The celebration went on all day long. ivar had tried to approach several time, but I kept seeing Floki eye me from the corners and I would treat him as if he were the plague. It was all for his own safety at the end, or so I kept telling myself.

As night fell it came closer and closer to my wedding night. Where I would give myself to Arthur. Although I loved him, I couldnt help, but feel as if he shouldn't have been the one to take my virginity. That it should have been Ivar. And throughout the celebrations Arthur held me close to him and whispered how much he loved me in my ear. I loved his reassurance, but it did not make the feeling go away. When Arthur and I excused ourselves and headed towards the cabin that had been prepared for us, I could not help, but become a bit anxious on all of this and he noticed. Coming from behind me Arthur placed kisses upon my open shoulder and turned me around gently. We do not have to do anything that you dont want okay? I will not pressure you into ever do anything that you are not comfortable with (y/n).” He says while looking directly into my eyes. His thumbs caressing my cheeks with such gentleness and love. I simply nod at him and give him quick kiss and embrace him. We laid down on the bed and held each other in what felt like hours. My head rested again his chest were I could hear the beating of his heart and feel the rise and fall of his breath. “I missed our cuddling.” I said to him whilst I kissed his chest and looked at him.

In that moment, I knew that this man wanted to be selfish, but could not. His eyes betrayed him and although no one else could tell, I knew everything about him. “I want you to go to him (y/n).” He said calmly running his hands though my (h/c) (h/l) hair. Astonished at his words I stop drawing figures on his chest and lift myself up from the bed. “Go to who Arthur, what are you saying?” “ mean I dont want you to spend the rest of your life hating me or wondering what if. You love him and he loves you and as much as it may pain me to see you with another. As your husband it is my duty to make you happy and he is your happiness. So for this one night I will the selfless man that you known all your life. But, tomorrow on I shall be your husband, your very jealous and selfish husband, who will share you with no other. So I urge you to go before I change my mind, my love.” This man was the epitome of unconditional love. He was willing to place his own feelings aside to make me happy. And although I would be taking advantage of it for tonight, I would not take advantage of him any longer. “Arthur, are you sure about this? Are you 100% sure that you're willing to do this?” “if you ask me one more time (y/n), I’ll change my mind.” With that I kissed my new husband on the lips and went towards the great hall in a search for Ivar.

Being discreet and trying to not get noticed I wait fro him to leave and follow after him. I see him about to go to our room which has a newly placed door and I sneak in behind him. Closing the door, Ivar quickly turns around sword ready to strike. When he sees me his blade is heated, but his eyes go back and forth between anger and longing. Not wanting to wait anymore and let him make up his mind. I close the gap between the both of us. His hands go straight to my ass and he lifts me into his arms. Not once did we break from the intense and passionate kisses. Not being able to support me on his legs any longer I var pins me to the wall and kisses down my neck, whilst my hands travel up his hair and pull. Moving my hips I begin to try and alleviate somehow the friction I feel between my legs. Ivar catches on and moves us towards the bed where he now lies on top of me. We exchange a glance, but neither one of us engage in conversation and continue to where we left off many times before. He twists me around and his hands get to work in releasing me from my dress. Once out of my dress I turn around and begin to undo his shirt and pants. Something told me that neither one of us could fathom talking to each other at this point in fear that it could all just be a dream and that the reality our our situation could hit us at any moment.

Throwing our clothes on the floor Ivar wastes no time and his fingers trail down from my breasts to my lower region. Ivar was quicker than usual, but the tenderness and caring was still there even though no words were exchanged. The pumping of his fingers took me to a high that I had never experienced. Coming close to my edge my moans began to get louder, but before I got there Ivar stopped his work and looked at me. Love and hurt showed in our eyes and I knew that we both knew what would happen after this night was done, but it all went away when he kissed me. At that moment I felt him enter me and the pain was excruciating. Tears brimmed in my eyes, but Ivar kissed them away and whispered sweet nothings Ito my ears. The tension that had built between us was now something of the past. All night Ivar and I made love and continued to for hours. The feeling of longing had taken over us both and had made us into its little puppets. Laying down on his bare chest, I draw small hearts on his chest and kiss them each. The tears in my eyes spill and he takes his thumb and wipes them away. “No, none of that. I cannot stand to see you cry and I will not have you crying tonight. I wanted to tell you how much I loved you this morning and that I understand why you did this. However, Im not happy with it. I cannot stand to see you with another, it kills me inside (y/n), so tell me why? Why did you do this?” Ivar had every right to be upset and ask me these questions. The problem was that I had no answers for him, I could not say that his mother wanted me dead or that his beloved uncle Floki was the one who tried to kill me several times. I had hurt him too much. And I refused to destroy him. “What do you wan me to say Ivar, Im being persecuted and the people I love are all in danger because of me. Mira was murdered and so where several other women and that blood is all in my hands. I could not stand to think about something happening to you and for that Im sorry.” Throwing my dress on I ran out the door. not being able to look back at what I had just done. How could live with myself after this?

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4 years later...

“Marjorie and Erik get down from there this instant! Your uncles shall be arriving shortly and I will not have you looking like a pair of newborn piglets covered in mud when you first meet them!” I scream at my two children who are in the midst of climbing a tree. “But mama...” “No...no buts young lady. Listen to your mother. Don’t worry I’ll make sure to go riding with you later.” Arthur whispers the last part to Marjorie. “Excuse me, what are you two planning?” I ask them, these two could not be more alike. Mischievous, but sweet and caring at the same time. Their relationship was one that I adored. Arthur and our daughter were something else entirely, but Erik and I. We were just as close. “I told her to get down mama, but she would not listen. So I decided to join her.” Of course he did. Erik and Marjorie were a spitting image of Bjorn and I at that age. Maybe closer, since they were twins after all. To think that 4 years ago my life was a mess. But when they got here my life changed for the better and the world around me became nothing compared to these two. After that night with Ivar I had told Arthur what had happened. The hurt in his eyes was evident, but he knew the minute I left that room that I was Ivar’s. However, the instant that the sun rose, Arthur and I said our farewells and boarded a ship to England. There we encountered our people at the port near the castle and had a huge celebration.

Arthur and I got closer and really started to live like husband and wife. And when I became pregnant a month after our arrival we could have not been more excited. Erik and Marjorie were the spitting image of Arthur and I, but of Ivar as well. Marjorie had Ivar’s electric blue eyes and there was no denying that. And Erik has his dark coloured hair. Erik was a mixture of Arthur and Ivar and Marjorie was all mine with hints of the both of them. When they were born Arthur and I looked at each other with surprise in our eyes, but his showed a little disappointment as well. And that very night in which they were born we talked about the whole thing. Arthur had said that no matter who their actual father was (even though he truly believed he was), that the children were his and would be the heirs to his throne in England. And truly in my heart I wanted them to be his after all he had gone through, but I knew better.

“Anyways go with Sara and change into some clean clothes. Your father and I will meet you outside by the garden before we ride to the port. How does that sound?” At that their little bodies came rushing towards Arthur and I and exchanged hugs and kisses, and then ran off with the servant girl Sara. “I cant believe it, my family is finally getting to meet them.” I say embracing my husband. “Me neither, who would've thought that the Lothbrok’s would come to England for something else then raiding.” At that I smack him in the arm whilst trying to contain my laughter. Arthur on the other hand had a huge smile and I couldnt help, but mirror it. “Oh shut up and kiss me!” I say laughing at him before our lips touched.

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Ivar’s POV

4 years... Thats exactly how much time had went by since I last laid eyes on her. To think that we were all travelling now to England to see her after all this time in which none of us except Bjorn and Hvitserk had talked to her. I could see the poor from where we were and the anxiousness that was building in the pit of my stomach was consuming me. We had so much to say to one another after that night. I wanted to tell her all that had occurred when she was gone. Like the fact that none of us spoke anymore because of the tension between Bjorn and I. The fact that Kattegat became such an unhappy place the minute she left, especially when father and Lagertha had made their relationship public, destroying my poor mother. The yelling of Ubbe And Bjorn distracted me from my thoughts and drew my attention to not only the mountainous range we were in, but the undeniable beauty of the castle. Once we docked we made our way to what seemed to be the town square. There we were eyed by many people who seemed scared, but curious by us and what we would want in their lands. obviously they had heard and that their queen was half viking or else we would have been met by pitchforks, but the feeling of being superior and having people under me only made me more confident. Looking around us we are greeted by many unfamiliar faces that is until...

“Erik! Marjorie! Do not run, you'll fall and hurt yourselves! Arthur please do something about this before I die right here on the spot!” I could hear (y/n), but who were Erik and Marjorie, I wondered. Feeling myself fall, Im ready to kill whatever it is that had made me stable backwards. That is until I’m met with my same electric blue eyes. “Hello! My name is Marjorie Pendragon-Lothbrok the second and you are my uncle!” She said excitedly. I couldn’t even respond and when I tried to a little boy who looked exactly like me ran up behind her and got on top of both of us. “Hey Marjorie! Dont be a hog I want to play with them too!” The resemblance between these children and me was uncanny and I could only think of that night and wondering to myself if they were mine. “Oh My God. Erik and Marjorie get off of your uncle this instant, you're making it seem as if you have been taught no manners!” At that (Y/n) approaches and pulls them off of me one by one. “Apologize to your uncle Marjorie, and you as well Erik.” Arthur had said to them sternly. How dare he tell my children how to act! Of course I didn't know for certain, but it wouldn't take much for people to figure out that they were mine. I mean come on! These children were beautiful and handsome just like me!

“Fine. Im sorry uncle...” Erik said whilst looking up to (y/n) who said my name with a smile on her face. That smile, the smile which I have missed for so long and am now encountered with. “Yes, Im sorry too. Im sorry that you're balance is not up to par.” Marjorie said to which everyone laughed especially Hvitserk and Bjorn. “Marjorie!” both Arthur and (Y/n) say to her, but she just shrugs them off. No denying it that she is my daughter. Running up to Bjorn after scolding Marjorie, (Y/n) hugs each one of us and greets us all. “Ive missed you terribly, if you cant already tell.” she says whilst giggling and trying to hold back the tears. Hvitserk hugs her one more time and pleads for her to tell him when we’ll be eating next. At that Arthur laughs and pats him on the back taking him towards the castle. “Well come on then lets go, let me show you the castle.” (y/n) says to all of us. At that all my brothers go on ahead and follow after the children and Arthur, but (y/n) notices that I have not moved yet.

“Ivar come on we have lots to talk about and we cant just idle around here doing nothing.” (Y/n) says as she pulls my arm and begs for me to walk with her. “Im not idling (y/n), I'm waiting...” Before she could reply a voice ran out form behind me. “Ivar, a little help here, please.” At that (y/n)’s eyes focus on the person behind me and her eyes go wide. “Oh, hello. You must be (y/n). Its a pleasure to meet you, Ive heard so many things about the beauty that you are. How silly of me I haven't introduced myself. My name is Freydis.” At that (y/n)’s astonished face shaken Freydis’s hand and looks towards me as if to ask who she is.“This is Freydis... My wife.” And in that moment the tear she held onto fell down one side of her face and mine.

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The Return-Part 7

Disclaimer: Hey ya’ll sorry about the delay😅 I've been sick the past week and the original part 7 was complete shit. So I decided to re do it😬 Please dont kill me 😂 Anyway as always sucky ass writing and bad grammar and spelling. Part is full of angst (sorry for the inconvenience😂😬) Here’s part 7...

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Arthur POV

In a matter of seconds I caught (y/n) in my arms. I felt horrible about this whole situation. I knew that she never wanted to be in an arranged marriage...she wanted to fall in love. This is why this whole situation killed me. I was the reason my best friend wouldn’t be happy and I couldn't live with that, but I had too. My country and my father needed me, this marriage would secure an alliance with both Frankia and Kattegat, but she would be caught in a situation she wouldn't want and that kills me inside. Holding her close I look towards her father and uncle as to ask for permission to take her to one of their rooms here. “Here, take her to mine... It’s where she's been staying for the past couple of months...” says the dark haired one that was sitting with her earlier. He’s been eyeing me since I walked through the doors and I have a feeling we won't be the best of friends. Not paying much attention to the eery feeling I’m getting, I balance (y/n) in my arms and follow the young prince. Reaching the doors to the room, I make my way inside after him. Walking towards the bed I place her down and then turn towards him. I find him staring at me with what seems like rage and jealousy in his eyes. Why would he be jealous? It’s his sister, he should be glad that she's at least engaged to someone she knows and not some strange old man...

“Could you perhaps see if one of the thralls could get me a bucket of water and a clean cloth? I want to make sure she's okay and doesn't get a fever.” Without any expression on his face he slams the door on his way out. Turning towards her on the bed, I catch a small strand of her (y/h/c) hair and tuck it away behind her ears. “Im so sorry that you have to go through this... I wish there was another way...” It wasn't until I felt her hands caress my cheeks that I knew she was awake and alright.“Arthur, it is not your fault. Someone has been out to get me since I stepped foot back in Kattegat, if anything you’re my salvation.” The tears in my eyes fell down my cheeks like a waterfall. I embraced her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Whether it was to calm myself or her I could not tell by now. All I knew was that I would do anything to protect her, even if that meant laying down my life for her.

Your POV

My mind still had not processed and grabbed onto the dire state of this situation. Arthur was to be my husband. A younger version of myself could probably not contain her happiness, but now... Now I feel lost and indecisive. On one hand Arthur is the most magnificent person in this world. He’s my best friend and we know each other to our very cores. In the other however is Ivar. The one person besides Arthur that I can really be myself around. However, that what intrigues me about him is his mysterious and eery vibe. Arthur is my comfort and safe space, but Ivar is the unknown. And Im intrigued by the fact that I still haven't figured him out. He truly challenges me and that excites me in every way possible...

“Im sorry, to interrupt you love birds, but if the damsel in distress is finally alright father would like us all to meet in the town square.” Ivar’s voice booms throughout the once quiet bedroom. At the sound of his voice I quickly let go of our embrace and turn towards Ivar with shock in my eyes. Ivar only looked at me for 3 seconds with no emotion in his eyes and left the room. It felt like my heart shattered in that instant. I had hurt him, unintentionally. But, I still hurt him.

All I could do was stare at the spot where he once stood. Unbeknownst to me, Arthur saw our whole interaction. “It’s him isn't it?” He asked me while looking out towards the window. “Huh?” “He's the one you're in love with right?” At his words I couldn't come up with an excuse. I couldn't deny it, I wouldn't deny it. Not to Arthur, he knew everything about me. And I knew everything about him and the love he always held for me. “He’s your brother (y/n), it will never work. Let alone it is a sin against God.” He voiced to me. “I know... But I cannot get rid of this feeling. Ive tried to let him go, believe me I tried. But, every time that I get close to leaving him behind, he pulls be right back in and I don’t want to leave anymore. I love him...” Tears fell down my cheeks by this moment. I didn't have anyone that I could tell these things to, since Mira was killed. She was usually the one I would be all sappy around, but I couldnt hold it in anymore. Arthur sighed and kneeled in front of me. “Although I may not approve of your choice and wish that it had been me that would receive that kind of love from you once again. I understand and will support you no matter what. Even if that means losing the love of my life.” Arthur places his soft tender lips on my forehead. And with that he grasps my hand in his and we walk towards the door. Neither one of us acknowledging the fact that he just admitted that he was in love with me.

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Bjorn POV

I couldn’t believe it. That piece of scum had destroyed by family once again. Why was it that Aslaug had it out for my sister so much? Staring out towards what once was a place filled with happy memories, I cannot help but let myself breakdown. The tears that Ive held back for years poured out of my eyes. The rejection, the disappointment and the overbearing feeling that I could not protect my sisters once again took over me. “Why! Why is it that you make me suffer this way! Have I not done enough for you! Have I not conquered lands in your name and murdered millions with my sword to earn a place in Valhalla! And for what? For you to come and take my family from me once again!” My sobs couldn't be heard by anyone. But it felt good to finally let out all this anger and sadness that I had been struggling with throughout most of my life. From the cliff I could see a perfect view of Kattegat. Especially the square, where our family and the people of Kattegat were now gathered. My father would announce the marriage of my sister to Arthur. He was a good man, but he wasn't the one for her. She loved Ivar and it was evident. I knew my sister more than anyone on this earth and I knew 100% that they loved each other. What impeded them form being together however was the fact that they were siblings. But in truth they weren't and that was something that I had to tell them...

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As I approach the square I can hear the voice of my father. Booming, and making its way through the square. Out the corner of my eye I could see Torvi making her way towards me. We were playing happy family in front of everyone, but earlier in the week I had asked her for a divorce. I could not be with someone who would hurt my family deliberately, no matter what. “Hey, your father has been looking for you everywhere they're about to announce your sister’s engagement.” She says excitedly. “I know” with that short reply I shake her hands off of my arm and make my way towards my family. (Y/n) is standing beside Arthur sneaking glances over to where Ivar stands, beside Aslaug. I can tell that he is doing his best to ignore her, but you can see the pain in his eyes as well. Aslaug looks as triumphant as ever. A huge smile graces her lips and at that my blood begins to boil. “Bjorn! Over here!” (y/n) calls me over a huge smile on her lips when she sees me walking over. At that I feel myself calm down, my sisters are the only people that could ever achieve to bring me down from the edge. Not even my mother could do so and that is why we have such a special bond and why this hurts me so much. I know that its for her own protection, but the thought of losing (y/n) again is something unfathomable to me. Something that I wish was not a reality, but has sadly become one. “Bjorn, thank you for being here. It truly means a lot to me to be able to depend and count on you. Now more than ever. I hope that the ties between England, Frankia and Kattegat may now be stronger and unwavering.” Arthur says whilst shaking my hand. I respect him, he's a good man that I know will take care of (y/n) and for that I did not oppose this union. “Thank you, as do I Arthur. All I can hope for is that you make my sister happy. And that she will have everything she deserves and desires. Free from persecution from those we call family...” I murmur the last part just so that she can hear what Im implying.

Your POV

Could it be? Were Bjorn’s assumptions true? Could Aslaug truly be the one behind all of this? My father’s announcement of my engagement went by as quick as the breeze. I couldn’t even tell if he had finished or not till I hear the cheering of our people. The wedding was to be held later on in the week, I tried my best to put on a fake smile so that no one knew how I was truly feeling inside. But in truth I was devastated, the fact that I would not only marry someone I wasn't in love with, but the fact I had to flee from my home again was killing me inside. And the mother of the man I loved could have very well been behind it all...

As the people begin to celebrate I murmur to Arthur that I will retire early to my bedchambers. He only nods and gives me a sad smile seemed with a kiss on my forehead. I quickly rush to my room and shut the door behind me. Throwing myself on the bed I scream and let all of my frustration out onto the pillows that hold mine and Ivar’s heads at night. Hugging them close trying to imprint that scent into my memory as hard as I can. I did not notice the dark hooded figure that was behind me and that was my mistake. “(Y/n) Lothbrok... Long time no see” My whole body is drained of its (s/t) colour and that is when I turn around facing the man that haunted my dreams since I was a small child.

“F..Floki...”

Ivar’s POV

I can't believe that the one person that I have grown to love is now being ripped away from me. This must be a sick joke that Odin is playing with me. It cannot be that when I have become so close to finding true happiness that it is ripped away from me so easily. No! I will not stand for this! Making my way away from the so called “celebrations” I begin to walk towards our room. Before I could prance in and let (y/n) know that we would be running away tonight. My mouth is covered and I am too pulled into another room. Ready to kill whoever has pulled me I begin to reach for my knife. “I swear to Odin, if you try and stab me I will kill you Ivar...” Bjorn says before letting go of me. Before I could scream at him however, Bjorn continues. “Do not scream or talk until I get this out please. And this information that I am about to share with you is very sensitive and is known by only a few members of our family so hush. You understand puppy?” Nodding at him in disbelief, I motion for him to continue. It is then that he proceeds to tell me about how he had met (y/n) and the day that she was born. “That’s all nice Bjorn, but what do I care about the day of our sister’s birth?” I say a bot irritated at the fact that I could've been half way gone by now with (y/n) if he had not pulled me in here.

“You're gonna care when I tell you that I will no longer stand in your way, or be against you both being together. I see the way you look at each other and its the same way that my parents looked at each other before your mother got in the way.” I roll my eyes at his last remark. “Ivar, I beg you to take (y/n) away as far away from here as possible. Especially away from your mother. She's the one behind all the killings and she is willing to do anything to get (y/n) not only away from here and our family. But if possible out of this world.” Anger rises in me and I begin to shake. “Why is it that my mother is always the one to get shit on. She’s a beautiful woman that would not hurt anyone or anything. The fact that you have gone touch lengths to try and make some story up about she wants (y/n) dead is absurd. But I will entertain your stupid idea, just because I’m curious Bjorn. Now, tell me why is it that my mother wishes to kill our sister?”

“Because Ivar, (y/n) isn't our sister. She's the priest’s daughter. Our father’s best friend that your mother ordered Floki to kill... Which is why he’s been gone so long. It was a plot to kill the only proof that Vikings and Christians could co-exist. They wanted to make sure that no one would know about the Christian-Viking child and they would do anything to protect that.” After hearing Bjorn out, I knew that there was some truth to what he was saying. My mother and Floki hated the Christian God and would do anything to erase him from the minds of our people. I made my way out the room where Bjorn and I were and made my way to mine. Turning the doorknob I find that the room is locked and rustling and screaming could be heard on the other side. Panicked set in and I tried hurling myself on the door multiple times in order to break it down, but it would budge.

The real panic set in when the rustling and screaming stopped. For then I knew that I was too late...

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I would like my part 7 now please🥰♥️ No will not be an acceptable answer. Smooches☺️😘

If only it were up to par🙄🤦🏽‍♀️ But I have to edit and make sure it’s decent😂

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Alex announces your relationship on social media

This was requested a short while ago by an amazing and precious anon! I hope you enjoy this quick imagine sweetie!

Disclaimer: I KNOW IT SUCKS BUT I HAVE TERRIBLE WRITER’S BLOCK AND IM STILL TRYING TO GET IN THE GROOVE!

The two of you have managed to keep your relationship a secret for over two months now. You’ve been practically inseparable since your initial introduction at the Roskilde festival.

You were absolutely adored by all of his family members/closest friends yet you couldn’t help but wonder if you would be adored by his fans.

Although you wished you could enjoy the simplest of pleasures such as going for a walk or a bike ride with your significant other, you still enjoyed the serenity of each moment with him.

Alex tends to be quite over protective at times and he cautioned you that he only meant to protect your mental health by concealing you from the public eye.

After many long discussions, Alex finally realized that it would be doing you an injustice to not show the world how he feels for you.

He chose to surprise you with a lengthy Instagram post dedicated to his immense love for you. Neither of you expected the backlash that would soon come thereafter.

Many fans accused you of being a “golddigger” and a “fame-whore”. Hardly any displayed signs of genuine support for your well being as a couple.

Your private messages were flooded with vile and inhumane insults.

Despite the media backlash, many “Vikings” cast members showed overwhelming support.

Having grown tired of seeing your grief, Alex took to his platforms to defend you.

Alex informs his fans that their insults were unnecessary and no matter how they may feel, you will continue to be the most important person in his life. Alex later blocked any and nearly all fans who left negative or otherwise unwanted comments.

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Ivar’s Kinks

Headcanons

Ivar would reveal his urination kink to you quite early on in the marriage. He would ask to watch you, later examining your urine to see if you’re pregnant or ovulating. This kink would also coincide with him wanting to make you squirt as often as possible, not wanting you to come any other way. He sometimes likes to lick the droplets of squirt off of your thighs, despite your usual pleas for a cloth to simply clean yourself.

Public sex drives him incredibly wild. The sheer thrill fueled by the anxiety of possibly being caught makes the experience absolutely riveting for him. Due to his insecurities in matters relating to his condition, Ivar would secretly yearn to be caught plowing you viciously by one of his brothers. In his eyes, that would prove how much of a man he really is.

Ivar loves to blind fold you, he typically does this during acts of public sex. It is absolutely entertaining for him to watch you squirm and search for him in the depths of the darkness behind the mask. You and Ivar never fully fornicate whilst your blindfolded, he much prefers to strictly tease you in that state.

From time to time, Ivar would choose certain men or women within Kattegat that he would like to watch you fuck. On rare occasions he would choose two to three people at a time. Ivar prefers to watch in plain sight, burning through your counterparts with his piercing blue eyes, as if to remind them of who’s property you are. The smoldering jealousy within him as he observed their hands all over you would greatly improve his performance once you two would finally fuck one another.

There is a special leash which hangs in you and Ivar’s shared sleeping quarters. This leash is only used on special occasions but when used, Ivar is sure to add a sense of drama to the scenario. Just recently in the great hall, he made you crawl to him as he kept a tight grip around its chain. It gave Ivar an immense amount of pleasure to witness you sucking his cock with a leather belt clenched tightly around your neck.

Branding has always been an extremely special activity for Ivar. On your wedding night he pleaded with you to carve your initials into his chest, later asking to place his upon your inner thigh.

To your surprise, Ivar has an incredibly prominent affinity towards degradation. It please him to hear you call him such vile things as “filthy cripple”or “mother’s boy”. The first time you ever resorted to such tactics, he climaxed six times within one night.

Throughout the day Ivar likes to play little games only noticeable by the two of you. Flirting with thralls to gage your reaction, encouraging you to slip him your underwear underneath the table, making suggestive movements while you watch him ride the horses, flicking his tongue more than need be when drinking water.

Lastly, Ivar truly enjoys post-battle sex. Nothing entices him more than plowing you as you’re both drenched in sweat and the blood of Saxons.

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Th Return Part 6

Disclaimer: Not very detailed Smut (attempt)😂, angst, spelling and grammar mistakes😬 Also want to thank all of you for taking the time to read my series and one shots it truly means a lot :) Anyway here’s part 6...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 part 8 part 9 Part 10

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19 years ago...

“Ragnar I have a favour to ask of you. One which I know I shouldn’t ask, but have been given no other choice.” Athelstan pleads with Ragnar deep in the forests of Kattegat. “ Athelstan you have been my slave and taken my orders without question. But you are now like a brother to me, whatever it is we will get through it together. Ragnar rests his hand on Athelstan’s shoulder in a show of sympathy. God knows how many times that Ragnar has been in compromising positions and Athelstan has been there for him through thick and thin. Looking out towards the rest of the trees, Athelstan’s breath becomes ragged. “I..I have a child... A baby girl. But I cannot take care of her Ragnar. I’m not supposed to father any children...” Athelstan chokes through his sobs. in this moment Ragnar is left at a loss for words. From what he has gathered from Athelstan over the years he knows that priests are not supposed to father children. “What do you expect me to do Athelstan? You want me to kill your child? Is she as ugly as you?” Ragnar tries to lighten up the situation. Athelstan laughs at Ragnar’s remarks, he knows that this is how Ragnar is. “I want you and Lagertha to raise her... I know how hard it was for both of you when you lost Gyda and almost lost Bjorn. This would be a second chance for you both. And not only that, but God would favour you for your kindness. Please Ragnar, promise me you will do this for me. I want no harm o come to her...” Taking a moment to think about his words, Ragnar looks up to the sky, as if the answer will come to him if he does. “I’ll do it... But she cannot know that you are her father Athelstan. As you have said she is in danger if people were to find out of this information...” Hugging each other Athelstan and Ragnar exchange looks. It does not matter where I go Ragnar... I will always be with you and your family.”

“Our family Athelstan... You're a part of it as well...”

Present...

Your POV

Thinking back to the conversation Ivar and I had earlier I cannot help but smile. Not only just a couple of hours ago had he asked me to runaway with him. I told him I would take some time to think about it, because of my parents and Bjorn. I don’t want to hurt them by leaving again without any explanation. However, I wanna spend the rest of my life with Ivar. He’s the man I want to be with for the rest of my life. He may be my brother, but I cannot help or choose whom I love... Moving to face Ivar on the bed, I begin to trace his jawline with my fingers. From there my finger trails to his plump lips and without realizing it, I licked and bit my own. Thinking of how his soft lips would feel all over my skin. “You know baby girl, if you want a piece of this you just have to say so...” At that Ivar grasps your waist and places you on top of him. His hardness very evident and the glint of mischief in his eyes tells you everything. “Ivar! What are you doinggg... someone can walk in a see us.” You begin to say frantically whilst wiggling around on top of him trying to escape his grasp. “Keep wiggling like that (y/n) and you won’t be able to walk for the next 2 weeks and we’ll have to postpone our plans to runaway...”

Heat creeps up to your cheeks and you can feel the heat take over your body in an instant. Ivar’s hands travelled all over your body, caressing each spot tenderly. Your body works on its own and leans into his hand which holds your face. As ivar rubs his thumb on your cheek you stare into his eyes and kiss the inside of his palm without breaking eye contact. His eyes turn to a cloudy shade of blue, lust evidently taking over. Acting on your impulses you bend down and press your lips onto his. At first Ivar is surprised that you initiated contact, but he quickly recovers, Moving in sync with you, Ivar slowly gets up and flips you both over. His hands slowly making their decent from between your breasts to the hem of your dress. Parting your lips for a second Ivar looks into your eyes. “Are you sure about this (y/n)? I don’t want to rush you into anything...” Getting impatient and fearing that this feeling will soon be over. You take his face into your hands and look at him with genuine love in your eyes. “I wouldst wanna give myself to anyone else, but you...” At that you close the gap between you and his hands travel up to your untouched area. Feeling Ivar’s fingers on your area gives you a sense of pleasure you had never felt before. Sure you had pleasured yourself once or twice, but it had never felt like this. Ivar breaks the kiss and moves to leave sweet and savoury kisses on your breasts. The feeling of his fingers pumping into you and the fondling of your breasts is so overwhelming that you cannot hold your moans any longer. “Shhhhh...(y/n) they're gonna hear you, And believe me as much as I would love defiling you, we cannot risk it for the time being...” Ivar says into your ear. You wish you could heed to his warnings, but the pleasure he brings you is too intense. After countless attempts to get you to be quiet, Ivar flips you over onto all fours and pushes your face into the furs. “This way you won't be screaming so loud that the whole of Kattegat will hear you.” You grip on the furs and brace yourself.

Ivar continues his mist rations and your muffled moans cheer him on. However, all good things must come to an end. The banging on the door makes you freeze and you become quite instantly. “Ivar, leave whatever thrall you’re in there with and hurry up. Father says to meet him by the docks. It’s important!” Hvitserk yells outside the door. “OH! And have you seen (y/n), we were supposed to gorging earlier, but she didn't show up. I hope she’s okay.” At that Ivar pulls his fingers from your delicate flower and lets you put on your clothes. “Okay, I’ll be out in a second! Oh and believe me brother when I tell you that our dear baby sister is not as innocent as she leads on to be!” Ivar yess back at him, while staring at you and giving you a wink. Pulling on your dress quickly, you rush towards the door to escape the embarrassment and shame you feel at this moment. Grabbing your wrist, Ivar pulls you back. “You cannot go out the door, they'll know exactly what was going on in here. You must go out a different way.” He whispers toy so that Hvitserk will not hear. “Ivar there is no other way, the only other way to get out is through.. No! I will not do it!” “You will or would you like to tell the whole of Kattegat about us?” He snaps back. Looking at him in disbelief you shake your head and move towards the window. Leaning over you are able to see the bushes and mud that await your fall.

“You owe me for this, I swear to God that I will kill you if I survive this.” As you were preparing yourself to jump, a pair of strong arms beat you to it and push you to the window. “Its not that big of a fall, just ask Hvitserk. He “falls” out the window all the time too.” Looking up at Ivar you give him the dirtiest look you can muster. He just grins back at you as if nothing were wrong and he makes his way out the door.

Now how were you gonna explain the branches on your hair and the mud on your dress to your family? “Well, this is gonna be interesting...”

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Managing to take out most of the branches on your head, you finally made it to the dock. As you approach your family, you walk past the same dark haired boy who had just pushed you out of a window, without a second glance. And all he doe sis snicker at your behaviour, and this just makes your blood boil even more. However, you could not lose it in front of your family. You had been taught by your Uncle Rollo that keeping your emotions in tact was key. Never let those around you see how you truly feel or else they will use it against you. You could still hear his voice loud and cleared you couldn't deny the fact that you missed him and Gisela dearly. You stand between Hvitserk and Bjorn, just in time for your mother and father to turn around to ask where on earth you had been. “I had a little incident on the way here, I apologize.” A snicker is heard form behind you and you could already tell who it belonged to. “Why are you laughing ivar, this is not funny. We have a very important visitor arriving in a few minutes.” Father scolds him. Hvitserk noticing the tension and awkwardness building up takes off his fur coat and places it around your shoulders. “Here this way they won't be able see the mud stains on your dress, and oh.. this little branch here.” He says whilst chuckling between you. You thank him by giving him a kiss on the cheek and holding his hand until whoever arrives gets here. Ivar was pissed, he knew exactly what you were doing, but he would not say anything to you. Well, here at least. He found himself thinking of all the ways to possibly punish you later and that brought a hint of darkness and lust int his stormy blue eyes.

As the minutes went by a ship could be seen approaching in the horizon. The closer it got, the bigger the anxiousness. Hvitserk squeezed your hand multiple times to somewhat show you that he was here for you. No matter what. You had caught Bjorn giving you tender looks as the ship approached. You could see what looked like sadness in swirling in his blue orbs. You had thought it had something to do with Torvi. Her and Bjorn were not currently speaking and he wouldn't tell you why. As the ship docks you see your father and mother approach it together. Aslaug standing by Ivar, by herself with that usual scowl that graced her face everyday. “Oh how good it is to be back home...” “Welcome back brother!” At the sound of that voice, your eyes glaze over. Turning quickly you look towards the sound of that voice. There he was. Your Uncle Rollo, your father for the last 6 years of your life. Letting go of Hvitserk’s hand you run across the dock in a matter of seconds. “Uncle!” You scream as you jump in his arms and he spins you around. “My little angel, oh how much we’ve missed you. Frankia is not the same without you. The court is not as lively and the people miss their princess...” He says into your ear. “We really have missed you (y/n). I missed that smile and sunshine.” Gisela says as she emerges from behind him, cradling a small bump. “OH my God, you're pregnant!” Your excitement clearly showing as you hug her carefully. “Lets all make our way to the Great Hall, it will be more comfortable for everyone to talk there.” Mother says as she holds Gisela and helps her walks towards the hall.

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All gathered together you recount and tell your uncle and his wife what you have gone through the past few months. “Oh my God, why didn't you send for us sooner Ragnar! I would've taken her out of here immediately!” Rollo yells at my father. “I was catching up with my daughter and spending time with my whole family! Something I didnt get to do because of you!” Ragnar says standing up. At that you stand and let them both know that you will not tolerate such words and that it was no ones fault, but whoever’s was chasing you. At that they both sit, but you could tell they want clearly rough it out. A moment of silence goes on and Bjorn precedes to clear his throat. Getting everyone’s attention in the room, but the sadness in his eyes has returned and he doesn't take them off of you. “The reason we called you uncle is because her life is in danger. And as much as we want to be close you, we fear that whatever or whoever this is will not stop until you’re dead.” Stopping to breathe and looking towards father as if getting approval, Bjorn continues. “Another body was found dead yesterday. That makes a total of 5 bodies. And each of them had a carving, which we thought weren't related until we put them together. They spell out “THE CHRISTIAN CHILD MUST DIE”

Which is why father and I have decided that its best of your return with Uncle Rollo back to Frankia...” Bjorn’s words slowly become inaudible. Your head is shaking and you feel as if you're about to pass out. Looking towards Hvitserk you see that his eyes have gazed over and a few tears have already spilt, same goes with Ubbe and Sigurd. However, Ivar’s face is stone cold. There’s a sudden eery dark energy that looms over him and you want to comfort him, but the way he is right now scares you. “(y/n)? Are you okay? What do you think about all of this?” Gisela asks you, she had always been the one to ask you how you feel in situations. She treated you as an equal and not as a child which you appreciated considering that's all you had been seen as, by these men. “I don't wanna leave my family. But, I also don’t wanna place them in any danger...” You feel yourself choking on our own sobs and Hvitserk pulls you into his arms to calm you down. “We will be alright, as long as you're safe. Which is why we have decided that it’s time that you should start your own family. Away from all of this madness.” By getting married you would not only secure your future, but your protection (y/n)...” You felt as if your heart was being ripped out off your chest. Hvitserk gets you some ale to help you digest the whole situation and starts rubbing your back. You thank him, and your eyes dart towards the direction that Ivar once stood in. You thought that he had left you, but then you felt a hand on your shoulder and looking up there he was. Giving you a look of compassion now, you were that this man was 100% bipolar. The doors to the Great Hall open, but you cannot look towards it as your eyes are transfixed on your cup of ale. It is then that your Uncle Rollo proceeds to announce who is at the door. “(Y/n), surely you remember Arthur Pendragon. The son of Uther, they were always at court when you were younger.” Arthur Pendragon, your childhood crush and best friend before Mira. “You guys were like the three musketeers, always running around and causing trouble everywhere you went.” Lifting your gaze from the cup, they land on his frame. The small little boy you once knew was now a grown and very handsome young man. Getting up from your seat you feel Ivar’s hand on your knee clutching it as if telling you not to leave him. However, you shake him off, not to be rude to Arthur and your elders. Closing the gap you and Arthur embrace. “Arthur... Its been ages, how've you been and why have you come to Kattegat of all places?” “Can a man not miss his best friend and his fake wife?” I laugh at his comment and remember to when we got fake married under the Oak tree outside the palace. “In all seriousness we do have a lot to discuss actually...” He says giving you a smile and scratching the back of his head. In this moment Bjorn chimes in...

“(Y/n), we have come to a decision that it would be best that the man you marry is someone close to you and that you know. Arthur was suggested by Uncle Rollo and it seemed like the perfect fit.” Turning around you gaze at all of them praying that this is one sort of joke. “You and Arthur are to be married, my dear daughter. 2 full moons from today. And then you are to go back to Frankia to your estate...” As your father continues to talk, you feel the room spinning. As you try to find your balance your eyes connect with Ivar’s. Unknown emotions swirling in his eyes and you could tell that he was hurt, but his face wouldn't show it. Starring back at Arthur he gives you a sympathetic smile and thats the last thing you see before it all goes black...

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