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multific · 7 months

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The Mistress of The Devil

Ivar the Boneless x DarkWitch!Reader

Warnings: mention of witchcraft, demons

Summary: Dark clothes, dark aura and powers. Where you came from, or who you were, not even Aslaug was sure anymore. All she could recall is that she promised to wed her son to you. And now, the Devil had a wife.

"I said you will marry her and this is the last I want to hear anything from you Ivar!" hearing his mother yell, Ivar knew, he lost this battle.

He was to marry this unknown woman.

He hated the idea.

Ivar will just simply kill her, he needs no wife.

He said, but the next day, just when Kattegat woke up, there stood a woman.

She was dressed in a black, her smile was kind, too kind for someone dressed so dark.

"My name is Y/N. I came for my wedding."

Everyone was confused. Aslaug ended up showing you around and introducing you to your future husband.

Ivar Ragnarson.

A strong man with an even stronger will. His legs were the proof of it. He never backed down, not letting anything get in his way.

You liked it.

The determination. The fire.

It is just what you need in a husband.

You smiled at Ivar as you two were wed.

Now, you had him.

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Everyone knew the name Ivar the Boneless. Everyone feared Ivar the Boneless.

The fearless Viking known for his intelligence and insanity.

But then, a whisper came with the wind.

A whisper of his wife.

A woman, explained as the Darkness herself.

The Christians referred to her as Satan's Wife.

Would that make Ivar Satan in their logic?

Everyone wondered how could Ivar be so fearless, how could he know so much.

The answer was simple, his wife.

You, with your powers inherited throughout the generations of women in your family.

You, the dark sorceress who fell madly in love with a not so simple Viking.

It was always you.

People who survived Ivar's wrath often said it was as if he had a dark figure standing behind him. The figure was tall, and had long arms and eyes that glow red like blood.

Overexadiration, but not far from the truth.

One of your many beings.

Sentenced to follow and help Ivar in his fights, the being didn't have a name. It was simply black and tall.

Ivar swore sometimes he could see it from the corner of his eye.

It made him recall a time when he first saw one of your... pets.

It was very late, the fire has nearly gone out, both of you sleeping under furs.

Ivar woke, his mind fuzzy with sleep when he saw someone or rather something in the corner.

But as his eyes focused and he woke up with a start, the thing vanished.

"What is it, Ivar?" you asked, being awakened from your slumber.

"I saw someone." you looked at the corner he kept on staring at.

"I will deal with it, sleep now." you smiled at him as you stood up and walked towards the entrance of the house.

Ivar followed you, crawling as you opened the door, his words failed him.

You stood a couple steps from the door, looking towards the darkness. You turned to your left, then to your right. As if you saw someone you spoke up, just as Ivar found his way towards the doorway.

"Let him sleep! You are scaring him, I told you before." you said, to him it looked like you have gone mad, then you turned to him. "I told you before, they wouldn't hurt you, don't be afraid of them, Ivar." you said and Ivar swore he saw something move to his right. He quickly looked and saw a pair or long fingers on the wall, the... thing right around the corner, Ivar felt frozen.

Then he saw it.

The face of a being, not human. Illuminated by the light coming from the window, Ivar's pair of blues met with black eyes and skin so pale, Ivar never seen anything like it before.

"It won't hurt you." you said with a lower voice as you watched Ivar. He then looked back at you, you saw his confusion. "They won't hurt you." you said once more and this time, Ivar believed you.

But never after that night did he ever want to see any of your creatures.

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You were a rather light sleeper.

There were occasions when nothing could wake you, and other times where a simple movement from Ivar made you wake up. This was one of those nights.

You were awakened by his simple movement, you couldn't fall back to sleep and so, you decided to just sit by the fire and watch it and Ivar.

Ivar woke up hours later, it was still dark outside and he looked at you.

"Are your demons haunting you again, Wife?"

"Quite the opposite, My King. I'm haunting them." you smirked and Ivar moved to the edge of the bed.

You stood up and stood still a couple steps away from him.

"What would you do for me, Ivar?" you asked and he looked into your eyes.

"I would burn the entire world. Kill every last person just to get to you. Kill every last demon just to have you with me again." you moved onto the floor, crawling over, you placed your hands on his knees.

"Would you run for me?" you watched his eyes switch.

You offended him.

You corrected yourself.

"If I give you the ability, would you run to me, run to save me, run to kill them? Would you?"

"C-Can you?" he asked, eyes filling with hope.

And you nodded.

A simple nod.

"Will it hurt?" came his next question.

Another nod.

"It would be worth it. Standing beside you, as the proud husband I am. Run to you? Without a question." he ran his fingers through your hair.

You sealed your deal with a kiss.

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Everyone in Kattegat woke up with a feeling of dread.

Then they all saw.

Ivar walking around like nothing happened, as if his legs always worked.

The Devil could walk.

And it terrified everyone.

They only could imagine what his enemies would think, given how his own people were terrified of him.

His brother always knew Ivar's wife wasn't a regular woman. They had this feeling about her, as they said, there was a darkness around her.

And upon seeing their brother walk, there was no more doubt about it.

She made him walk.

So, was is actually that Ivar married the Devil? Would it actually be the Devil and her husband?

One thing was for sure, now whenever someone looked into the dark of your eyes, they could hear people crying and begging.

And just like with many names in history, yours and Ivar's were eventually melted into one.

It was no longer Ivar the Boneless and his wife.

Soon, all people remembered was the fierce Viking, Ivar the Boneless.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Hello there :) please could I request something for Vikings with a female reader if possible. Where the reader (a shieldmaiden) meets the ragnarssons for the first time after being taken in by Ragnar when her parents are killed, and they start developing feelings for her later on? 💙

Hey! Thought that making this into headcanons/preferences would be the best format, message me if you want a full work where I elaborate!🌺

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Vikings preference: Falling for a shieldmaiden taken in by Ragnar

Bjorn A little rough around the edges, at first - you're a complete stranger, after all. Maybe he criticizes your posture one day and you're more than willing to make him prove his 'superiority'. Whether you win or lose is not as important as the sole fact that you were a challenge for him, although he might not outright admit that. Despite being a shieldmaiden and Bjorn having witnessed your abilities first-hand, he still perceives you as a woman first - the burden of upbringing, one might say. Because of that, he often tries to fight your battles for you, both on the battlefield and outside of it. Most of the time it's small things: bringing you this, giving you that. He definitely might come off as overbearing at times but there's no malice in his heart - Bjorn genuinely believes he's doing the right thing. The downside is that even your stern words might not knock off his habits (the two of you fought numerous times about his overprotective attitude). That protective side of him comes out especially strong during cold winter months when he needs to be extra sure that you're well-fed and warm. In his hot and cold attitude, you find irrefutable proof of his affection. After all, what else if not love could bring warmth and care out of a man known for his dauntlessness and reserved attitude? Bjorn puts his fondness into words in a very peculiar manner: suggesting your possible gains. In other terms, he hints at all the goods you'd have and the shortages you wouldn't suffer if he could have your hand. See that pile of wood that's going to last you for at least a month? Or the furs on your bed that are just enough to stay warm on a freezing winter night? Without half-truths and subtext, Bjorn assures you that he could provide you so much more. Although 'could' should be read as 'wants to' - a desire he's determined to fulfil only if you agree to be his.

Ubbe The one who actually talks to you first, with no expectations or prejudice. Even if he did have those, he's capable of looking past them and making a fair judgement only after getting to know you. At first he's a little uncomfortable with the situation and your person because you're kind of like a sister but not really? That apprehension doesn't last long, however: he's a little too smitten with you. To his own surprise, your presence makes the long absence of his father a little easier to bear - Ragnar didn't leave on a whim, he had a reason to do so and it was a good reason. If the other Ragnarsons treat you with malice, thinking of you as the sole reason they had to grow up fatherless, Ubbe is always ready to step in and de-escalate the situation. In some way, he's similar to Bjorn in expressing his affection in the sense of being protective. Ubbe perceives you as a woman, a woman he loves to be exact, and only then a warrior, despite getting a taste of your skills on his own. Just like his half-brother, he'd try to do things for you, deal with the mundane burdens of everyday life; he only cares about you. The thing that sets them apart is Ubbe's willingness to stand back - once he knows you can stand your ground, he lets go a little, although reluctantly. Another thing is that he already acts like your husband despite being yet to earn that title: always being in your vicinity, fighting any men who try to woo you, thinking ahead and gifting you anything you might need in the near future. Whenever his training alongside his brothers, Ubbe tends to tease them saying that you're better than them. Whether that is true or just brotherly spitefulness is yet to be determined. When the moment comes and Ubbe confesses his affections, he's very straight-forward, telling you how much you mean to him.

Hvitserk Curious and fascinated - you're pretty and courageous. Even if you end up rejecting him (a possibility he doesn't think is realistic), you seem like a great person to be around. He's friendly from day one. Keeps hinting at his romantic interest in you through smooth, sublime and yet unambiguous remarks, so there is no doubt about his intentions. In an attempt to spend more time with you, Hvitserk offered to join you in training. Clashing swords and breadth-of-hair ducks were not enough to stop his flirting (you had this growing suspicion that he's also unnecessarily touchy - not that you were one to complain). The only difference from his daily sweet talk was that with a sword in his hand, Hvitserk's words became vividly more explicit. Some of them caught you off guard but once the surprise washed away, you realized you had nothing against those generous offers becoming true. Even if his brothers are also interested in you, he doesn't see them as a competition or a threat of any sort. His approach wouldn't be a surprise to anyone who had even once seen you two together - there was no chance any other Ragnarson could sweep you off your feet. Truth be told, you knew Hvitserk's feelings before he told you, although it should be clarified that he didn't explicitly confess his affections: during a quite intimate moment, in bed and under furs, he suddenly asked you to marry him. Relationship-wise, out of all the Ragnarsons Hvitserk is the one to treat you the most equally to him.

Sigurd Begins to be interested in you simply because his brothers were. Then he noticed your ambivalence towards Ivar and how much it was pissing the youngest brother off and Sigurd was instantly on board - he might yet find an ally in you. Out of the Ragnarssons, he is the most invisible brother and so he didn't quite expect to pique your interest. To his surprise, you're the one to accost him, asking about living in Kattegat and the family reputation he has to hold up. Not to mention all the prince's responsibilities he has to suffer. From your own words, Sigurd learned that, just like him, you're not one for big crowds and front rows, preferring to stray from the eye of the storm that so often seemed to emerge around Ragnar and his sons. He finally found someone who understood his perspective and not only that - they shared it. The two of you are often disappearing somewhere together and the general population of Kattegat quite quickly catches on but you and Sigurd care little about those rumours. Definitely spent hours upon hours coming up with a wax poetic ballad about you. He put himself in one of the verses describing his growing fondness for you. Luckily for him, he won't have to change the verse about the shieldmaiden loving some guy named Sigurd back.

Ivar Acts like he doesn't care and tries to make himself believe that mainly because deep inside he had immediately dismissed the possibility of you being interested in him. You've heard stories of course but a certain degree of scepticism is a trait of a good warrior - it keeps you level-headed. Once when you were sitting on the pier, enjoying a moment of solitude, Ivar approached you only to ask about his father. After all, you'd spent more time with Ragnar than he did, even if he wasn't your actual parent. While sharing stories about the famous Ragnar Lothbrok, Ivar noticed that you're neither apprehensive nor fearful of him. In a way, it upsets him - he found himself in a situation where he doesn't have the upper hand. But this surprising and wholly unwelcome vulnerability didn't backfire. Truthfully, the longer you talked about the legend of Ragnar Lothbrok, the more Ivar wished you would stop talking about his father and simply talk about yourself. Except for his parents, you were the only person whose presence he didn't completely detest and Ivar was yet to make an opinion on how that made him feel. He definitely hates seeing you interact with his brothers as he naively thought that he was the only recipient of your sympathies and it's exactly that lack of exclusivity that makes him go out on a limb and make less-than-ambiguous remarks that you happily reciprocate. Sometimes, when he can't sleep at night, Ivar climbs onto his father's throne and dwells on various fantasies of glory and bloodshed. In those dreams, there's always a place for you - a brave and beautiful shieldmaiden that rides into battle by his side and gives birth to his children, who go on to become kings, emperors and conquerors.

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hc-geralt-23 · 1 year

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Masterlist

I don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.

Feel Free to request. For any of the following and if you want one for anyone not posted let me know.

My main Fandom are Sam And Colby, Matt Smith, House of The Dragon, Henry Cavill, The Walking Dead, The last of us, Game Of Thrones, The Hobbit, Lord of the rings, The Vampire Diaries, Vikings, marvel, DC, Twilight, The Witcher, and The Last Kingdom.

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targeryan

A Kingdom of Our Own

Daemon Targeryan Love Story

Love Across The Houses

UPDATED VERSION Love Across The Houses

Dragon Riders: A Tale Of Forbidden Love

A Tale of Elven Love and Dragon's Flame

"Solace in an Embrace"

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Redemption's Embrace: A Last of Us Tale

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Eclipsed Hearts: A Tale of Redemption and Resilience. Second ending

Broken Promises

Chasing The Light

Love Amidst Harsh Truths

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Damon Salvatore and Elena's Older Sister

The Messy Love Triangle of Stefan, Sarah, and Damon

Vikings

Ubbe Lothbrok

The Soulmate Dilemma

Bjorn Ironside

The Soulmate Dilemma

Ivar The Boneless

The Betrayal Of Ivar The Boneless

Love and Power colliding

Ragnarsons

Brother in Blood

Halfdan The Black

A Prince's Sacrifice for His Princess

King Harald Finehair

The Viking King and the Shieldmaiden: A Tale of Love, Courage, and Perseverance.

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

The Clumsy Love

No Questions Asked

Redemption's Trail Part 1 Part 2

Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2

Negan Smith

Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2

Sam And Colby

Colby Brock

Guardians of the Enchanted Grove

Twilight

Jasper Hale

The Hobbit

Marvel

The Witcher

Geralt of rivia

Destined Bonds: The Dragon and The Witcher

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The Dragon and the Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny

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The Last Kingdom

Again i don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.

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vikingsarememes · 9 months

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Of Broken Rabbits - Part 1

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Characters: Ivar “the boneless” Ragnarson x Reader, Bjorn “Ironside” Ragnarson

Summary: Y/N is being forced to marry the cruelest of Ragnarsons to keep the peace of her hometown, she sees Ivar’s cruelty first hand and finds an ally in the most unexpected places.

Word count: 1422

Warnings: mild aggression and violence

A/N: Hi, so… it’s been a while since I published any kind of fics here, so yeah, enjoy and let me know what you guys think!

Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart

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You wept as you walked down the aisle with your white dress and flowers crown, cursing the day you heard the news, you were happy, the daughter of an Jarl that lived in Oslo, a place far from Kattegat, but gods decided that when you go to buy milk in the market with your brother, the king of Kattegat would come across you and admire your presence.

He had threatened your father and brother, you either marry him or he will terminate your entire village, you had begged your father to decline, telling him of a death sentence that he was agreeing on, his first was sent to madness, his wife was murdered by him alongside with his unborn child, but your father reminded you of your duties and sent you off to marry him, sealing your fate with doom and misery.

He sat at the end of the aisle, a crown on his head and a man in white robe ready to marry you, all eyes on you as you tried to held back tears, your father didn’t attend the wedding nor allowed your brother, you were all alone, the ceremonies went hazy the moment you arrived the altar, it was meaningless conversations and congratulations from different people.

After the wedding you were accompanied to your husband’s chamber, he requested to have private time with you, everyone respected their kings’ wish, you stood frozen in the middle of the room “don’t worry, I have no interest in your body” he had told you, untying his leg braces, lifting the damaged ones on the bed to rest “then why did you marry me?” He shrugged “because I wanted to” his answers only made your blood boil “go on, make yourself comfortable, this might become your home for a while”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down then took off your white dress and replaced it with sleeping gown, you crawled into the bed, sobbing quietly, that’s when you felt his breath on your neck, your eyes were open wide “I know you are awake and that you can hear me, if you tell anyone that nothing happened between us I will sacrifice you to Loki” he whispered, you felt your body trembling with fear.

That night you cursed your father and brother for not being strong enough, for not telling him off, for giving you to a monster as if you were nothing but a replaceable treasure of theirs.

The celebratory week passed quietly, Ivar ignored your presence unless someone was watching, his brothers looked at you with pity, knowing too well that you are miserable in this marriage, who wouldn’t be? Imagine marrying the bloodiest man, one that can not walk, one that can not defend you, one that can not give you children, one that can not love.

When you walked down the alter that day, your father’s words repeated themselves “a woman who knows how to love a man can make a rock turn into water” you had hope, that your presence will matter to him, that perhaps he will love you or at least acknowledge your existence, you had hope that the rumors were untrue, but you were nothing more than an arm accessory to him.

He returned one night, wet from the rain, barely able to stand with his crutches and braces, a feeling of worry took over you, you rushed to his side and wrapped an arm around his shoulder to drag him into the bed, he pushed your hand away “don’t, I’m fine” he said aggressively “let me help you, no need to play a strong act in front of me” you whispered, soothingly, but your gesture was met with a slap on the face “I said I’m fine woman!”

You fell on the ground, your hand right where his handprint was left, with tears in your eyes, you looked at him “you- I wish I never met you” you said, picking your fur coat and running outside of your marital chamber, sobbing, you stood in the rain, trying to wrap your head around what mistakes have you made for the gods to be so cruel to you with this marriage.

You cursed yourself, you cursed him, you cursed your father, and your brother for being too weak to save you from this doomed fate, you prayed for Odin, for Freya and even for Loki to have mercy on you and take your life.

You were sinking in sorrow that you didn’t notice the man standing in front of you until he cleared his throat, your weeping eyes moved to his sight, Bjorn Ironside, Ivar’s brother “Y/N, what are you doing here?” he said, stepping closer, you shook your head, he noticed the handprint on your cheek and sighed “did Ivar do that to you?”

“Why would you allow such a monster to marry? You are the son of Ragnar, the bravest, yet you couldn’t find the guts to tell him that wedding me is not right” you bursted, the man looked at you with pity, he took off his cloak and covered your already wet one “let’s go somewhere warm before you fall ill” he spoke softly, you rejected his offer and handed him his cloak “let me be, perhaps I would die and my misery will end”

The man sympathized with you, truly, but you knew he wasn’t able to do anything about your situation, you knew he wasn’t going to help you, all he could do is pity you.

Bjorn stood next to you until you calmed down, your guessing was to protect you in case anyone decided to take advantage of your vulnerability, and when you were finally calm, you returned to your bedchamber, the maidens prepared a warm bath for you, and you tried to relax as much as possible, ignoring the man staring at you from the bed.

Once you felt warm enough, you dried your hair by the fire and headed to your shared bed, your back to him, if you can’t get out of this marriage you might as well ignore it, you closed your eyes, that’s when you heard an apology, followed by the placement the gentlest kiss on your cheek, the one where he hit you, a kiss that you couldn’t believe is coming from the same man.

You didn’t move or say a word, you waited for him to sleep before you could, although he apologized but part of you still feared him.

The next morning you woke up with him gone, and three maidens showering you with food and gifts “what is all of this?” you asked sleepily “King Ivar had requested that we bring you our finest” the maiden had replied, you examined the items, fresh fruits, gowns of silk, cloaks of the rarest fur, jewelry from different raids, the gesture was nice, if only it wasn’t to beg for your forgiveness “and where is king Ivar?” you requested “breaking the fast with his siblings and the earls, do you wish we call him?” you shook your head.

“Tell him that I reject his gifts when you see him” you told them then returned under the fur blanket, the maidens’ faces were colored yellow of terror, who dares reject anything from the king “but my queen-” one of them pleaded “I don’t remember stuttering” you snapped, they lowered their heads and left the room at once.

It didn’t take long for Ivar to storm into your bedchambers, angry, you knew from the sound of his unpaced crutches and the dragging of his foot, he glared at the maidens who knew it was their cue to leave “why are you being difficult, huh? I apologized, I brought you gifts, what else do you want?” he yelled at you, you rolled your eyes and sat up “I want for you to leave me alone!” you snapped “I can have you beheaded for picking that kind of tone with me”

You scoffed “please do, it is a better fate than a lifetime with you!” your answer caught him off guard, he was surprised, speechless for a moment, you could swear that you saw sadness in his eyes as well “fine! You can stay here until you rot” he said calmly, then looked at the maidens “she is not to leave the room until she accepts my offerings, if she does not wear one of the gowns and the jewelleries and come dine with me, then she is free to starve to death”

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kaivenom · 2 months

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Vikings Masterlist

Link to the big Masterlist

Ivar the boneless

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º·Imagine·º

Imagine being from the present but you travel to the world of vikings and when you end up on Kattegat all Ragnarsson brothers fall in love with you

Imagine being an ex-slave and a warrior so Ivar takes an interest on you

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How are the viking's men when you go raid together

Ubbe Ragnarson

º·HCS·º

º·Imagine·º

Imagine being from the present but you travel to the world of vikings and when you go to Kattegat, all Ragnarsson brothers fall in love with you

º·One-shots·º

º·Preference·º

How are the viking's men when you go raid together

Hvitserk Ragnarson

º·HCS·º

º·Imagine·º

Imagine being from the present but you travel to the world of vikings and when you go to Kattegat, all Ragnarsson brothers fall in love with you

º·One-shots·º

º·Preference·º

How are the Viking's men when you go raid together

Bjorn Ironside

º·HCS·º

º·Imagine·º

Imagine being from the present but you travel to the world of vikings and when you go to Kattegat, all Ragnarsson brothers fall in love with you

º·One-shots·º

º·Preference·º

How are the Viking's men when you go raid together

Sigurd Ragnarson

º·HCS·º

º·Imagine·º

Imagine being from the present but you travel to the world of vikings and when you go to Kattegat, all Ragnarsson brothers fall in love with you

º·One-shots·º

º·Preference·º

How are the Viking's men when you go raid together

#blog intro #masterlist #vikings

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trapped-in-my-dream · 4 years

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Time Part 2

Panic, that was one word to discribe what you were currently feeling. Helga helped you finding a dress and was now helping you get ready. You were just staring into space, trying to figure out what to think and do in this situation. You sadly were not able to find any answer to the questions you had. Floki had tried to tell you that nothing would happen to you, but you were not so sure about that. These were vikings and if they thought that you are a danger to them, than you were as good as dead. Even Helgas calm humming was not able to make you feel better, you were not even sure if the humming was for you to feel calm or for her. „We are ready“, she said softly. You wanted to scream and run, but her hand on your shoulder held you in place. „You are going to be okay, now let us go to Floki.“ With that she helped you to stand up and walked you towards the main room of the house. Floki stood there already waiting for the both of you to come. He looked at you and nodded softly. „You look like you are from around here. That is good.“ Now that words calmed you down just a bit. „We need to go“, with that Floki walked out and towards the Great Hall.

While you walked, you looked around the city of Kattegat. It was a beautiful city indeed but even this beauty could not keep you from worrying, you did not know much about Ragnar. Only what your friend back home told you about Ragnar while she prepared for her subject in the university and what Floki and Helga told you about him. Some people looked strangly at you, the most people knew who lived in this village, you were a stranger so you tried to not worry to much over their glances. The closer you got to the Hall the more people were on the street, all walking towards a giant door.

The hall itself was giant and pretty full, men and woman sat on tables, eating and drinking. „They celebrate Ivars birthday, he is the youngst of Ragnars sons“, Helga whispered towards you. You nodded, atleast now knowing why this celebration took place. Your eyes wandered to the thrones at the other end of the hall, a bald headed man sat next to a blond woman. He and his way of holding himself screamed power, he smiled when he saw Floki and Helga but his look turned sceptic when he saw you. Floki went towards him and Helga followed while she dragged you along. „When Floki introduces you, you bow slightly in front of Ragnar and Aslaug. It's a sign of respect“, Helga whispered. Floki stopped in front of them and looked at Ragnar. Ragnar smiled at Floki, „I see you brought your guest, is that the girl you talked about, Floki?“ Floki smiled at him. „Yes, this is my niece, (Y/N), Ragnar. After my brothers death she tried to find a way to come home, it took her a while.“ When Ragnars and Aslaugs eyes were on you, you bowed slightly at them. „My king, my queen.“ You didn't dare to look up, worried that your eyes would tell the truth. Ragnar started to laugh, a loud and true laugh. „It's nice to see that you really have family other than your dear Helga, my friend. I guess she will be staying, like you said?“ „Yes, she will Ragnar.“ „Then... eat with us. Celebrate Ivar and the return of long lost family!“ „As you wish Ragnar“, with that Floki started to walk towards a table. Helga pulled you along softly. On the table sat five young men. Floki sat you down between himself and Helga. Helga sat on the very end of the table while Floki sad next to a young man with dark hair. Ragnar and Aslaug followed and took their place at the head of the table, the second they sat down a young girl filled their mugs with a drink. When all mugs were filler Ragnar held up his and said in a loud voice, „To Ivar! Skol!“ „Skol!“, was all the others said. You carefully took a sip of the drink, after you swallowed you tried your hardest not to cough, the drink was strong, you had never tasted anything like that in your life. But you hold back and took another sip. You looked at Helga and saw how relieved she was that you took the drink so well. „So (Y/N), do you feel better after you sickness?“ You looked up, not knowing what to say at first moment, but then you decided to just play your role. „Yes, yes I do. Thank you for asking.“ Next to you Floki let out a deep breath, he was worried that you wouldn't play it so well. Ragnar nodded and Aslaug looked at you with kind eyes. „Say (Y/N), Floki told us about you leaving your home, is your husband not upset about you leaving?“, a man with blond braided hair, blue eyes and the mouthful of food asked. „Hvitserk, swollow your food first!“, Aslaug scolded her son. You couldn't help but smile a bit, to see him so informal eased your tension a bit. „I wouldn't know, I do not have a husband.“ „Excuse my curiosity, but do you not even have a man back home waiting for you?“, asked another young blond man with short hair. You softly shock your head and turned a bit red, you did not like to be the center of attention, you never did. >>Somebody change the topic please<<, you send your silent prayers. That was why you felt relieve when Helga took your hand. „I find that hard to believe“, the first man said again. „Boys“, Aslaug scolded again, „Before you asked further, would you please introduce yourself, the girl does not know any of you. It's rude to asked questions like that without introducing yourself first.“ The young man with short blong hair smiled apologtic. „Excuse me for my behavior my name is Ubbe Ragnarson, the man on my right is Hvitserk Ragnarson my younger brother, on his right is Sigurd Ragnarson my second youngest brother, the man on my left is Bjiorn Ragnarson, my older half brother and the man next to Floki is Ivar, the youngest of my brothers.“ You smiled friendly at the introduced people. „Tell me Child“, Aslaug started, „What do you enjoy to do?“ You looked up and locked eyes with the queen for the first time. „I do enjoy reading, my queen“, your voice was soft, nearly a whisper, you were worried to say the wrong thing, but you knew that lying more would make it difficult to keep up the story in the end. Aslaug looked confused for a second, she had met a lot of young woman but none of them enjoyed reading. The most tend to look around the city for husbands or new dresses, trying to make young warriors notice them. „Wouldn't you rather look for a husband, child?“, she asked softly and the young men on the table turned their heads towards you, waiting for your answer. „I have no reason to search for a husband, when the right time comes I will find one. But I won't run around and search despreratly for a husband and try to settle down. I'm young and I do have time, I do not wish to feel forced to settle down with someone I don't love.“ At that Helga and Aslaug couldn't help but smile. Ragnar just looked at her and questioned further, „Wouldn't you just want a strong husband, to go on raid and provided for a family?“ You couldn't help but smile a bit, „What do muscles mean when he has nothing in his head? Why would I want someone strong rather than someone intelligent? Intelligence means so much more to me than raw strength.“ You could not see that the young man next to Floki now listened more closely to what you said then before. „You seem like an intelligent young woman, (Y/N)“, Ragnar said. „I take that as a compliment, my king.“ Floki somehow seemed proud of what Ragnar said, he knew that you weren't his niece nor his family but somehow he felt proud.

Next to Floki, Ivar tried to catch a good look at your frame. His brothers had a much easier job when it came to looking at you. But what he could see was your (y/h/l) nicely braided (y/h/c) hair. When he leant forward a bit, as if the grapped his drink, he could see the soft features of your face You looked quiet beautiful, at least from what he could see, the softness of your voice seemed misplaced in a place like this but he couldn't help but smile a bit at that. He could see the redness on your cheeks from his brothers questions and their attention. When the food arrived everyone seemed in their own world, but Ivar could see you looking around, taking in the new things. He found it nice to see how fascinated you were with everything, like you never saw anything like this before. If only he knew how right he was thinking like that.

He could also see his brothers lustful eyes on you, he understood why they looked like that, but still it made him uncomfortable that they looked like that. After the most guest were finished with dinner, the most got up and started to walk around the hall, some to talk with others, some to dance. Ivar remaind in his seat while he watched his brothers dancing with different woman. He had turned around so that he leant against the table, but he did not bother to change his seat. He saw Floki and Helga dancing but he did not see you on the dancefloor. He turned to his right to see you still sitting there, watching Helga and Floki. A soft smile adored your lips and he couldn't help himself but to slide closer to you. When he was placed beside you he started to speak, „Why aren't you dancing with the others?“ You seemed strattled by the noice but then looked at him and started to smile softly. „I'm terrible at dancing.“ „I do not believe that. Your legs are working, so you can't possible be that bad“, he said bitterly, while looking at his legs. You just shock your head, „My legs may be able to carry me when I walk but most of the time they work against me. I tend to stumble over them. So dancing seems impossible without breaking a bone or two.“ Your smile grew when you said that, like you were amused by your own words. He was at the loss of word, not many people talked like that with him or made jokes like that. „(Y/N)“, Sigurd said while he stopped in front of you and Ivar, „Wouldn't you prefer to dance with me, than to sit with the cripple?“ Ivars hands clenched on his sides,while you looked up, confused at what he just said about his own brother. „I would prefer to sit with Ivar, thank you. He seems to be good company.“ The smile you gave Sigurd was sickening sweet. Ivar was shocked when you just said that, the most people would have gone with Sigurd. Shock turned into anger, believing that you took pity on his state. Sigurd turned away angrly and went to another young woman in the room to repair his broken ego. „You should go to him. I'm not interested in your pity“, Ivar grumbled. „I do not pity you, Ivar.“ He turned at you, shocked, unbelieving. „I have seen people in nearly the same state as you, if not in a worse state. They tend to take the situation good. You might not be able to walk, because of your legs. But does that matter? You seem intelligent Ivar from what Floki told me, as well as you seem strong. You should stopp to pity yourself for what you don't have, and be thankful for what the gods gave you. Have a nice evening Ivar, I hope we can talk again soon.“ With that you stood up, went to Floki and talked to him for a second. After that you start to walk towards the main entrance of the hall. Ivars eyes followed you the whole time, shocked but impressed by what you just said. The most people were to afraid to talk to him like that, but not you. He felt enchanted, he just couldn't help himself.

Hvitserk noticed his younger brothers looks, as well as he noticed the whole scene with Sigurd. But now he saw Ivars look and couldn't help but smile. Ubbe stopped next to his brother, „Why are you smiling like that, brother?“ Hvitserk turned to his brother. „I think our little brother took a liking on Flokis niece.“ Ubbe looked towards Ivar and saw a look of interest in his brothers eyes. „Flokis niece just turned down the opportunity to dance with our Sigurd to stay with Ivar.“ „So what do you have in mind, brother?“ Hvitserk smiled a bit. „I mean she is attractive, but maybe we should be nice and help Ivar a bit with her.“ Ubbe looked sceptically at his brother. „Do you mean that, brother?“ „I do not quietly believe it myself but yes I do. Ivar might get a bit, how do I put that, calmer. She is sweet as far as we saw, maybe some of that will rub of.“ Ubbe grinned at his brothers logic, but couldn't deny that it would be good if this would happen. „You might be right, brother.“ Hvitserk grinned. „It's worth a try, isn't it? And if it does not work than I can still take her.“

You were happy when you got back to the hut, not only because you were back but also because everything went well. You thought back. The most people seemed to be rather nice in general, even Ragnar turned out to be nicer than you thought he would. But you couldn't put your finger on the youngest Ragnarson. He was smart, from what Floki had told you but stuck in his pity for his state. You understood it, at least a bit. Than you thought about how his brother talked to him, maybe that was the reason why he doubted himself like that. You hated it, you wanted him to be happy, well you wanted everyone to be happy. You sighed softly and went to the room that Floki had given to you. You took of your clothes and put on your sleeping clothes, you had been uncomfortable at the clothes at first but it was alright now.

When Floki and Helga came back, both of them searched for the young woman at first. Smiling when they found her in her bed sleeping soundly. „She did well today, am I right?“, asked Helga softly. Floki nodded, „Yes, she did. They seem to like her.“ Helga nodded and laid her head on his shoulder. „I am glad that you found her, she is really nice.“ Floki nodded softly and smiled at her. Yes she was nice and she grew on him certainly. He liked the young girl, more than he cared to admit and he was a bit scared that she would have to leace them again one day. „Let us go to sleep, wife“, with that he turned around and went to their room. Helga looked at the you a bit longer. „I believe that you are a present from the gods, you make him happy and that is my blessing.“ With that she turned around and went after her husband.

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Hi! May I please have a ship for Marvel, My Hero Acadameia, Vikings, and Peaky Blinders? I’m 5’7, dark hair and dark eyes. I’m extroverted and very fun and silly around my friends. I’m pretty professional in my job/school and I take things I’m passionate about pretty seriously. I get bored easily but when I enjoy something I tend to throw myself into it and learn as much about it as possible. I like to work out and stay in shape but I’m also very big into reading, writing, and music. Thank you!

5′7 *sigh* i wish i was that tall. you sound dope btw!

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MARVEL - STEVE ROGERS, CAPTAIN AMERICA

steve is like an old man period thats his life but you are like this party animal. you love to take him out to the city and love to drink with him. you want to see cap turn into either a candy stripper or a crazy political sexy mad man. you always want to see him get out of his box and go crazy. he usually ends up listening to you and getting super drunk where you have to pull his as* back home or he smiles seeing you go silly and being a goofball. he loves to work out so when you go with him you both try to outdo one another. you try to go faster than him but i mean hes a super soldier but he always lets you win. you teach him all the weird modern movies. you tell him and teach him all about the modern life the modern dances and social media. he loves when you take selfies of him and you especially together. you listen intently when he tells you about the war and his life back then. he loves how serious your face gets and you become fully enraptured and you listen and take it all in and you are interested which means so much to steve. he likes how serious you are with missions and avengers, the state of humanity means so much to him so when it means a lot to you he finds it very attractive. he likes how open you are to so many things.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA - SHOTO TODOROKI

likes your height a lot and he is always staring at you. he likes how youre always smiling and you find the good in life and you are passionate about school and he likes that you try to learn every bodies powers. he is so quiet especially when it comes to talking about you so you bring out things in him that no one else has. he likes to make mini ice sculptures for you. your so ecstatic to learn about his powers that you make him freeze up ice cream and make him heat up your ramen. he sees your like good in everything. you are sometimes bored of studying and stuff so shoto helps you with school and he likes to chill in your room and lay on your lap or near you. he gets mesmerized by your looks. he likes to play with your hair when you are writing or reading. you dance to your music and he just sits and watches you dance because he is a tsundere and he aint about that life. sees how passionate you are about life and school and that matters a lot to him and he can see that you are serious about this life and that you want this just as much as he does and he can seriously relate and it means a lot to him.

VIKINGS - IVAR RAGNARSON

ok ok ok ivar is crazy i know but he hot sorry ok hi...ivar is like that creepy quiet kid that stares at you alllll the time. he stares at you ALL THE TIME! he tries to show you hes intimidating and not to be messed with but you are goofy and do not take him seriously and you tease him. he hates that he cant show you what a true man looks like because he is a crippled but you love him. likes how tough you look and that you dont care what people think you are going to be genuine and yourself, silly and goofy. when no one is looking ivar also gets fun and wild with you especially when he had his cart. he thinks you are probably the smartest person aside from him on this earth. he likes that you try to go forward and farther into creating things to go more smart in the future. you create machinery and are serious in learning new things. ivar though gets into like a shy boi when he is around you. you are somebody that has fun with life and enjoys your friends and he is so stuck up scared and stressed out. you make him see a different side to himself and life. you make life seem fun and with you he does always have fun. you make him smile and laugh.

PEAKY BLINDERS - THOMAS SHELBY

tommy is more serious while youre fun and jumpy. you are super into your job which tommy can relate to. sometimes needs your help with writing important papers or just letters. loves to take you on dates and love that you can handle the tough life and make it a great time. his brothers love you. OUR BOI TOMMY THO KNOWS HOW TO DANCE!!! so he always take you out to dance especially to your favorite music. he loves how close you two get. he just cant get enough of you and makes sure he has his eye on you and protects you so he makes sure that his brothers protect you and the rest of the peaky blinders. also tommy likes how tall you are. he likes when you learn about his interests. his kids love you. he just loves your smile and attitude towards life. youre the happiness in his dark depressing dirty world. he is grateful you have entered into his life and he never wants to let you go.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Rest Your Weary Hands Snippet 1 - Fierce Protector

This can be read at any time but fits best between parts 12 and 13. It's not one whole story but lots of little ones that didn't justify a whole chapter and didn't fit in the flow of the story.

Part 12

Contains: Medical care, ableism, protective Ivar, protective reader, fluff.

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You and Ivar accept each other as you are, after a while, it became more than just simple acceptance and becomes something else.

You were rubbing Ivar's legs when the door burst open, it was Hvitserk and Sigurd. You covered Ivar's legs as fast as you could and stood up in front of him. You had only been here one day and you didn't know any of them well at all.

"Don't you know how to knock? I'm treating your Brother, unless it's life-threatening, it can wait." They looked shocked.

"Apologies My Princes, it's very important that I do this in a timely manner." You cast your eyes to the ground expecting to be punished, it seems that Ivar wanted to intercede

"You heard her, go. She'll be with you when she's done with me." They looked at Ivar funny but left anyway.

"I'm sorry about that My Prince, I should have locked the door."

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The men behind you were snickering at Ivar while whispering behind their hands, "He can't even walk, why is she bothering.", "Maybe she wants to snatch up a prince without having to fuck one." Ivar looked down at his feet then glanced to you.

"Don't listen to them My Prince, it's not your fault they won't take the time to know you before making assumptions." Ivar gave you a small smile, but didn't seem to pick up so you walked over to the men.

"I have excellent hearing gentlemen, if I ever hear you speaking badly about a Son of Ragnar again, I will have you flogged."

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A drunk man was stumbling around The Great Hall while you and Ivar enjoyed a late dinner, "Leave the cripple and come to my bed, pretty girl." He wobbled up to you and put a hand on the back of your chair, leaning in close enough that you could smell meed on his breath.

"I would much rather be In Prince Ivar's presence than yours, now leave before I have you kicked out." The man didn't move so you picked up an empty jug and swung it at his head, he fell over and clutched the bleeding cut.

"Leave now, I won't ask again."

You were sitting at the training ground watching Ivar and Ubbe spar when two warriors walked up to them.

"You've improved Prince Ivar, I guess you can fight like a man now instead of a cripple." the other man laughed, they must have been visiting from elsewhere because no one who lived in Kattagte would speak to Ivar like that. Before anyone else could do anything, you tapped the primary aggressor on the shoulder, when he turned around you reared up and punched him straight in the face. He went down clutching his nose and you turned to the other man.

"Apologise or I won't be just punching you." The man shifted and you crossed your arms over your chest.

"How about, 'I'm sorry Oh Merciful Prince Ivar for my terrible disrespect, thank you for not gutting me." The man turned bright red and looked at the ground.

"Don't look at your feet, look at Ivar and say your sorry." You took a step towards him so you were in his space, Ubbe was standing behind you, ready to step in if it got physical.

"I'm sorry Prince Ivar, I was wrong, you're not a man...." He didn't get to finish his sentence before you were on top of him, slamming his head into the dirt. Ubee left it for a little while, but when it started to sound wet more than crunchy he pulled you off. He actually had to lift you up bodily, off the ground to get you away from the man.

You turned your glare to Ubbe "I wasn't done." Ubbe shook his head.

"You are now." He cast a look back at the men, one now helping the other off the ground.

"If I see you around here again, I will let her finish the job."

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To say you were exhausted was an understatement, you were so tired you could barely stand up. There had been incident at the docks and you had been sticking wounds for the last 36 hours with no sleep, the brothers had come to collect you to get you to get some rest for hours, but each time you were busy so you told them to come back.

You were finally done but the walk to The Great Hall seemed like a trek to the mountains so you put out a blanket on the beach and laid down planning to rest for 20 minutes before going back to your room to get some extra sleep.

Ivar was walking to the beach to come and get you, this time he wouldn't give you room to refuse. As he came around to your spot he saw you curled up in a thin blanket. A little bit to your left, two men were going through your bag, you were so fast asleep it was like they weren't even there.

However, you were woken up by the sound of an axe being buried in someone's skull, when you lifted your head up, one man was running away and the other was dead, bleeding on the sand. You rubbed your face and look over at Ivar.

"What did you do that for?" He walked up to the man and pulled the axe out of his head before walking over to you and helping you stand up.

"He was about to steal from you, I don't know what he would have done after that so I planed for the worst." You shook your head at him, but your tone was friendy, "you don't need to kill every person who upsets me Ivar, I can take care of myself."

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Ivar was watching you from afar. You were very very drunk, having an animated conversation with one of the junior livestock healers. You were one of the wonderful drunks that told everyone how great they were, it made him laugh.

You reached up into a stretch and a yawn and slapped your hand on the man's shoulder, he could see you vaguely gesturing to the back of the hall where your room was.

The man you were speaking to nodded, gave you a big smile then left, so you started stumbling to your room. Just as he was about to go and help, one of the royal guards stepped in to do it instead. He knew you were in good hands and nothing was going to happen to you but that didn't stop him from stomping over.

"I'll take it from here Erik." Erik was already handing you over to Ivar, "it's alright Ivar, Erik is nice, he was just going to take me to my room." Ivar shook his head.

"I know he's nice y/n, but do you really want him seeing the mess on your shelves, you've been complaining you haven't had the time to get around to cleaning them for days." You pointed at your head and laughed, "you have a really big brain Ivar, I don't want him seeing the mess, but you're ok because your room is in even worse a state."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Come on giggles, lets get you to bed."

Part 13

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Title: Find Us(Finale)

Summary: What will happen now that Ivar has accepted his past actions.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven

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Ivar physically felt like he had been hit with a wrecking ball. His head was throbbing, his legs could have been set on fire and he would be relieved if they burned to ashes. In his chest his heart was trying to beat its way out of him.

All that physical pain didn’t hold a candle to how his mind was screaming at him.

YOU’RE A FILTHY CRIPPLE! A MURDERER! YOU KILLED A CHILD, YOUR OWN BROTHER AND THOUSANDS MORE!

It was world shattering to behold his own actions.

‘How does it feel?’

‘Like shit.’ he replied.

There was an amused breath of laughter from the now younger looking viking.

‘I closed off the connection before it got to the end, I wanted to explain it first. That way you could decide if you wanted to see it.’

‘Why, is it worse than killing my own brother.’

‘That depends on you.’

He wasn’t sure if it was the way his doppelganger said it, or if it was the weird energy around those words that made him brace himself for a powerful blow.

‘When I was younger than you are now, I had lost my father. He left his family behind and we didn’t see him for years. Then he came back and I tagged along on his suicide mission, that was where it all started.’ the ghost started.

Ivar moved so that he could sit with his legs out in front of him to relieve the pain in his knees and noticed that he was sitting almost mirrored to his own ghost.

‘When what started?’

‘That was my second birth, when I realized that Ivar the Boneless was not just an insult my father chose to mark me with, but a name that could strike fear into the hearts of enemies. I suggested the Great Army and I won truly amazing battles, I felt like I could not lose.’

‘How did it go wrong?’ Ivar asked.

‘It started with my brothers, after I-’ the viking seemed to want to stop speaking but he visibly forced himself to keep going.

‘After I killed Sigurd things weren’t the same between my brothers and me, so I focused on my own ambitions. So much so that I began to push them away from me. In a few years we went from taking over England together to warring against each other.’

Ivar tried to imagine his brothers, his brothers he loved almost suddenly looking at him with malice, he thought of Sigurd not being there.

‘I’m not sure when I stopped sacrificing to the Gods, or when I started to put too much faith in my own importance but once I realized it it was too late. I was losing battle after battle, I couldn’t find supporters or men willing to fight beside me, all at once it seemed my Gods had abandoned me.’

‘Why would they? You-I was awful.’

‘I was, and I couldn’t swallow my pride and admit it.’

‘So why then? Why marry that Christian girl, Wilda. Why all of this? Why did you have to drag (Y/N) into this?’ Ivar snapped tiredly.

‘I didn’t want to, believe me boy, I never wanted another person to feel like I did. Live the way I did and hurt so much. When I consulted the Seer I accepted all my fault and was prepared for my damned after life, but then it wasn’t just me.’

‘Your family?’

‘My family. I had upset the Gods so much so that my entire family was cursed, even the family that wasn’t blood.’

‘Who else? How many of us are here because of your selfishness?’

‘My mentor Floki, his lovely wife Helga, my most loyal friends Herald Finehair and his brother Halfdan. Even Lagertha, that bitch first wife of my Father’s and her daughter...I can never remember her name.’

‘Her name was Gida.’ Ivar provided, shocked at just how truly self important he had once been in a past life.

The ghost looked mildly surprised and leaned forward a bit to look closer at his reincarnation

‘I never met my Gida, and I can’t imagine you met yours.’

‘No, she died too young but she was my sister just the same as Bjorn is my brother. It’s only right to love her, or at the very least respect her memory.’

The ghost smiled as he reclined once more.

‘You really are a better me than I ever could have been, and when the day comes for it I will be eager to hear your tales in Valhalla.’

Ivar blinked a few times to process this new bit of information.

‘Valhalla? I can’t go there I’m-I’m not a warrior, I’m not gonna die in a battle am I?’ he panicked picturing what manner of death would be required of him to enter the great hall.

‘Who knows? It doesn’t matter, you have already earned your seat there of course you may deny it. If you’d rather sing disgusting Christian songs in Heaven, so be it.’

Ivar had a million things to say and a billion questions to ask but one question was so important that it immediately overthrew everything in his world.

‘What will happen to (Y/N) now?’ he asked.

‘Nothing, no harm will befall her, she will be protected and blessed by the Gods as will her family for as long as she lives. They are being very generous with her, considering how much was required of her when she wasn’t one of their believers.’

‘Good she deserves it. She deserves more for even thinking about doing something like that after the way you treated her.’ Ivar said, gasping at the sound of his own words.

As soon as he had heard it a memory took hold of his mind.

There she was, same eyes, nose and mouth he had seen when he first met her, but different.

Younger.

She was small and skinny and looked exhausted, her dress was ragged and covered in small rag patches. Looking at her he would think her to be either an average twelve year old or a small fourteen year old.

She was mixing something in a small clay bowl, her hands shaking horrendously.

‘Hurry up, my wounds will already be infected by the time you get done at that pace!’ he shouted, making her jump at his loud voice.

‘I’m trying your majesty.’ she said quickly.

‘No you aren’t! I bet you can’t wait for me to die huh? Maybe you’d prefer to wait, watch this wound fester huh?’ he continued as he crawled toward her quickly.

She tried to scramble away but she wasn’t fast enough, he caught her ankle.

‘Maybe you’ll make it faster if you have your own wounds to heal Christian Girl.’

He felt a terrible cold on his leg and jerked to look down at what caused it; a hand, wrapped in an old brown leather fingerless glove.

‘I don’t think now is the time to go looking through all your new memories just yet.’ his ghost said as the hospital’s mens bathroom came back into focus.

Ivar shook as his whole body seemed to recover from a massive chill he had been too overwhelmed to notice.

‘You are right, I was cruel to her, even as a child. Imagine how insulted I was when my brother suggested she be the one I tied my fate to. Of course I had no arguments, the circumstances as they were I had no choice. I needed a woman that I’d hated and who hated me in turn and she had to be outside of my faith. She couldn’t be a Viking woman because she couldn’t know what the consequences would be if all went wrong.’

‘She had denied, when you asked, everytime you asked. You couldn’t force her, she had to be willing. She only went along when your brothers asked her and assured her their protection from you.’

Before his ghost could say anything there was a sound of running in the hallway outside the restroom.

‘We won’t have too much time left now, maybe the Gods will let me visit your dreams every few years.’

Ivar looked at the door in confusion but turned back to his ghost.

‘Before I go on, I want you to know that your feelings have nothing to do with me or Wilda. Your feelings are yours and yours alone. I also want to ask one last thing of you; tell Sigurd I’m sorry. Tell all of them I’m sorry.’

‘Where the hell is he?!’ it was Sigurd’s voice, Ivar could hear him running toward the bathroom.

Feeling a sudden need to hurry and ask one last question he looked to his ghost.

‘What do I do now?’

‘Live. Live better than me and never make my mistakes.’ was all he said as he smiled encouragingly.

‘Ivar! What the hell happened to you?!’ Sigurd gasped as he ran to Ivar’s side to help him up.

I took my meds on an empty stomach on top of over the counter ibuprofen.’ Ivar lied smoothly as he got back on his feet.

He glanced at the spot where his ghost had been but he was not surprised to see that he had vanished.

‘What the hell were you thinking? As if we weren’t worried enough about (Y/N) already.’

Normally Ivar would argue, he and Sigurd always found something to pick at each other about but he couldn’t imagine fighting with his brother right now.

Not after he had just seen himself kill him.

Before he could even think about it he was pulling Sigurd into a tight hug. Even when the older brother tensed up he refused to let go.

‘I love you Sigurd, never forget that? No matter what; I love you, and I’m sorry. You will never understand how sorry I am for the things I’ve done.’ Ivar said as he buried his face into his brother’s shoulder.

Almost nervously Sigurd returned the hug, giving Ivar’s back a few awkward pats.

‘I love you too, dumbass, and whatever you’re apologizing for is forgiven. However; as fun as this is, we need to clean you up fast.’

Ivar pulled back and was shocked to find that he needed to wipe away tears. He glanced at his reflection and winced at his own image.

His skin was pale and mouth and chin were covered in blood from his nosebleed.

‘Crap.’ he said as he grabbed some napkins to clean his face.

‘Why were you looking for me?’ he asked Sigurd.

‘(Y/N) woke up.’

‘What?’ Ivar said eagerly, nearly knocking Sigurd over in his haste to get to (Y/N)’s room.

‘Hold on you still like a horror movie disc cover!’ his brother yelled as he chased after him.

In the back of his mind he took into consideration his brother’s comment but he couldn’t care less about his appearance right now. He barely cared about anything but (Y/N) at this very moment; he didn’t care that the doctors would surely want to check over him once they saw his bloody face, he had to see her first.

He ran through the halls as fast as his metal legs would allow him to and when he finally saw the door he somehow ran faster towards it.

‘(Y/N)!’ Ivar cried as soon as he reached the doorway.

Everyone in the hospital room jumped, none of them expecting such a sudden and loud entry.

There was Helga on the right side of the bed who was checking her blood pressure and Halfdan was there on the left and appeared to be asking (Y/N) questions about how she was feeling.

When (Y/N)’s eyes met his they went wide and watery.

‘Ivar.’ she sobbed as she got out of the bed, ignoring Helga’s protest as she did so.

She threw her arms around him in a grip that was surprisingly tight, but Ivar returned it almost tenfold. He closed his eyes and tried to memorize everything about this moment. The way she fit into his arms perfectly, how she smelled and even the way her tears felt as they hit his shirt.

‘You did it.’ she said softly, her voice muffled as her face was pressed into his chest.

‘I had to, it was for you.’ he said, just as quietly as he pulled back to look at her.

Well he had intended to anyway; as soon as he pulled out of their hug (Y/N) had pulled him in, but not for another hug.

This time it was a kiss.

An honestly rather bad one if he was honest; it tasted like blood and tears and she was still partially sobbing. All that aside it felt so much better than any kiss he’d ever had in his life, it felt right.

‘Excuse me!’

The two of them were startled apart by Halfdan’s angry voice and turned to see the doctor was red in the face and looked ready to thrash the both of them.

Instantly he caught a glimpse as the doctor in his past life as a viking and for a second he was concerned he might actually have a sword in his doctor’s coat.

‘As lovely as it is to see young love, this is still a hospital and Miss (Y/L/N) needs to be examined at once to determine the cause of her being braindead less than an hour ago so if you could let me have my patient back please.’ the doctor almost seethed as a vein bulged on his forehead.

‘O-of course, my apologies.’ Ivar apologized as he reluctantly let go of (Y/N).

‘We’ll talk later.’ she said quietly before he turned to leave the room.

In the end neither of them knew that “later” would mean nearly a month.

Things were very hellish and chaotic once (Y/N) was awake; of course her family were ecstatic and they didn’t want to ever let her out of their sight again after nearly losing her. She had been surprised to find out that what she thought was no more than a dream during a sleep study ended up being three days of being braindead.

Ivar also had a bit of a time explaining to a doctor that his nose was bleeding because he mixed strong painkillers with over the counter ones that doubled as a blood thinner and could cause excessive bleeding.

They chewed him out professionally for a while, then they let his parents know and they did it a bit less professionally as his mother was a mess of tears as she scolded him for his recklessness. Ragnar had to escort her out of the hospital to gather herself but he also made sure to let Ivar know he was disappointed in his actions.

Of course Ivar felt like crap for worrying his family like this when they should all be celebrating (Y/N)’s recovery. Still; none of those feelings held a candle to his guilt for having cursed his family and friends.

After accepting his past life it was as if every moment he wasn’t actively fighting against them he was catching glimpses of his past life. He could see his family as Vikings; see his brothers staring at him with hate in their eyes, his mother’s familiar pitying eyes and his father looking at him with borderline disgust.

With the knowledge of his past crimes against them now fresh in his mind he was making it his mission to apologize to all of them, despite none of them knowing what he was apologizing to them for. He also swore off all selfishness and selfish actions.

He gave even more to charity, and was looking into strong activist organizations that he would volunteer for in the summer and also had plans to form his own once he was older.

Of course all of that meant a lot to him, but more importantly it all kept him busy.

All he wanted to do was be at (Y/N)’s side, he wanted to tell her what had happened in that hospital restroom and what he learned about the events that lead them here. Of course he couldn’t take away from her time with her family after such a tragic event, so he would just have to wait for things to calm down and for the two of them to have time alone to talk.

(Y/N)’s POV

Eventually after two weeks of being put through what to you felt like a million tests on everything from your brain to your blood the doctors simply had to accept that there was no explanation for your brain dead state. You would be going in for biweekly check ups just in case for about six months as a precaution, but you were finally allowed to leave the hospital.

Your family was happy to have you home again, your mother smothering you, your father absolutely spoiling you rotten, all six of your siblings were clinging onto their oldest sister and were eager to help wherever they could even if it ended in annoying arguments between all seven of you.

In the end your father had spent all the money he could afford while being financially sound, so he and his wife and kids had to return home so he could continue working. Two weeks after their departure your mother had used the last of her vacation days and she too had to return to her job.

At last you were given the green light to go back to school.

You never thought you would be happy to be waking up at seven in the morning and practically skipped to school.

Obviously you weren’t actually excited about class but you were aching to see Ivar, all you had been thinking about in your few moments of peace was him.

Ivar Ragnarson, Ivar the Boneless...your Ivar.

The one who you had kissed.

You still couldn’t believe you had the nerve to do that, and you were nervous about seeing how he felt about that. However your nervousness took the back burner to how badly you needed to talk to him.

He needed to know about your talk with Wilda, which of course you had told no one about when answering all the doctors’ questions. This information was only for you and Ivar, you wouldn’t think of talking about it with anyone else.

At school you were happy to find no one had been told of the cause of your absence, so there was no awkward moment when you arrived.

Everything was normal, until you got to your locker.

‘(Y/N)!’ all five Ragnarson sons cheered as you approached.

Sigurd, Hvitserk, Ubbe, Ivar and even Bjorn had been waiting for you.

‘Hey!’ you smiled brightly as you walked over to them.

‘Nice to finally meet you formally. I’m Bjorn Ragnarson, hopefully I’ll be teaching you Chemistry two next year.’ the eldest introduced himself formally at last.

your feelings for Ivar aside, Bjorn still remained a very, VERY attractive teacher and just him acknowledging your existence made your face a bit red.

‘Hopefully.’ you blushed.

‘Stop it.’ Ivar said as he thumped your forehead.

‘Ow.’ you pouted, looking fully at Ivar for the first time.

If you thought you were red before now you were practically steaming like a teapot.

‘I didn’t do anything.’ you mumbled as you quickly looked away.

‘You thought it.’ he said.

‘Thought what?’ Bjorn asked in confusion.

‘Nothing.’ Ivar snapped.

‘Calm down. Jealousy is an ugly color on you Ivy.’ Hvitserk teased.

‘Besides, it's only gonna get worse, cause we are all gonna hug our friend now.’ Ubbe said as he pulled you into a hug.

The hug soon devolved into an ungodly barely standing dog pile of limbs as every brother threw their arms around you as Ivar tried to pull them off of her.

‘Alright, fall back before you put her back in a hospital bed.’ Ivar complained.

At last you were freed from the forest of limbs as they backed away.

‘Never make us worry like that again. It’s already giving me wrinkles and I’m gonna need to put a lot of extra care into my skin to recover.’ Hvitserk said dramatically.

‘My apologies for my crimes.’ you bowed in turn.

‘Apologize at your party, this Friday. I’ll text you the details later.’ Ubbe said.

‘Party?’

‘It’s not a party; just us, our family, your family, a few of the nurses from the hospital and the Finehairs gathering in a venue to celebrate your active brainwaves. Also my band may make a quick appearance if you’re into that sort of thing.’ Sigurd said, rushing out the last part quickly.

‘That sounds like a party.’ you replied.

‘A family friendly gathering and everything is already planned, I just need your say so for everyone to let my band play the event for our music video.’ Sigurd confessed.

‘Keep me off camera and it’s deal Snake.’ you agreed.

‘Yay.’ Ivar, Ubbe and Hvitserk said dully.

‘Be nice, I love your music Sigurd. Now all of you off to class; bell’s gonna ring soon.’ Bjorn instructed before bidding all the students farewell and making his way to his own classroom.

The upperclassmen left, still speaking of the party plans leaving you and Ivar alone at last.

‘So…’ you said as you realized the hallway crowd was thinning out.

‘So.’ Ivar repeated as he also stood still, waiting for the hallway to empty completely before he spoke.

‘I have a lot to tell you.’ you both said at the same time.

‘Ladies first.’ Ivar insisted.

‘I wasn’t brain dead. I mean that’s what the doctors say I was, but to me it was just like a dream; one of my Viking dreams. But this was different, The Seer, the one with no eyes, he wasn’t there, and neither were you. This time it was Wilda; it was me and she was older and Ivar, she spoke to me.’

‘She spoke to you?’ Ivar asked.

‘Yes, directly to me just like I’m talking to you; no riddles or puzzles, just clear talk. She told me what happened, or what she understood at least. Ivar we weren’t the first reincarnations, there were so many others, some never even met, the incomplete connection drove them mad. The ones that did could never get it right, they rejected their truths and it cost them their lives.’ you said.

Ivar leaned against the lockers as he processed the information.

‘There were others.’ he said, closing his eyes.

‘I remember them too now.’

‘What?’ you gasped.

‘I met him; Ivar the Boneless, the night I took you in for the study. Just popped into existence in the waiting room. He tried to speak with me, to make me see myself in him and I refused.’ he answered.

‘Then what happened?’ you asked.

‘The doctor told me you were brain dead, and I knew it was my fault.’

‘It wasn’t.’ you tried to console him as you stood beside him and leaned against the locker as well.

‘It was, and you know it too. You could have died. Hell, you already have several times and each time it had been my fault. Because I am selfish. I know that now and it caused so much pain for so many innocent people and as bad as I feel for those people I feel the worse for doing it to you.’

You looked up and saw tears on Ivar’s red cheeks, instinctively you took hold of his hand and interlocked your fingers.

‘I remember it all, everything. I remember Wilda and I was cruel to her, I hurt her and I remember the other lives and how many times I chose to let you die for my selfishness.’ he finished, wiping his eyes with his free hand.

You released his hand and took hold of his face with both hands now, making him keep eye contact with you.

‘Listen to me, and I need you to believe what I am saying because I mean it. I, (Y/N), reincarnation of Wilda the Saxxon woman, forgive you Ivar, reincarnation of Ivar the Boneless. I forgive all your deeds against me.’

‘I can’t take your guilt, and you can’t forget or change your past; but I can forgive you and thank you for saving my current life, and you can make your own future and earn your own forgiveness.’ you said firmly.

Bright blue eyes filled with tears as they looked directly into your own teary (Y/E/C) ones and again let your body lead itself to where it wanted to be, into his arms.

His body seemed to be doing the same as his hands went readily around your waist to keep you close to him.

‘You can forgive me?’ he asked, placing his forehead against yours.

‘I was never angry with you, but I will forgive you everyday forever if you want me to.’

‘Forever is a long time, think a friendship can last that long?’

‘It could...but not ours, that friendship is over for me.’ you smiled.

‘Really?’ Ivar grinned down at you happily.

‘Yeah.’

This time Ivar pulled you into the kiss; this time it was perfect, it was a new beginning for you and Ivar.

More than that it was an ending; an ending to a story that began with a Selfish Cripple and a Christian Girl.

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mystic-shadows42 · 3 years

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A Champion’s Love

Pairing: Ivar x reader x Uhtred

Summary: You’re married to Uhtred but form a relationship with Ivar. Tension is already high between the two men but even more so with you involved.

Warnings: Mention of previous cheating, Implied death, and Language

The air around you seemed heavy. The rain seemed to match what you’re feeling, dread. You hurried towards where Ivar planned on joining you.

This meet needed to be done discretely. To his people, you were seen as an enemy. Your own people wouldn’t be too happy either knowing that you were to meet up with the enemy they’re supposed to fight.

If it were up to Ivar, he’d go to you without hesitation. He was a man with no regrets and was just dying to show you off to others. That’s how proud he was to have you by his side or at least he wanted you to be.

When Ivar appeared in your view he moved the hood of your cloak back and kissed you deeply. He poured every ounce of his being into it. His hand was brushing over your neck as he took full control.

In order to capture his attention, you placed your hand on his chest.

“I’ve missed you.” He looked at you with admiration and love that made your heart flutter every time you gazed into his beautiful eyes.

“I missed you too. Though I come with unfortunate news. Uhtred plans on fighting you.”

You looked into Ivar’s eyes frantically. It scared you that there was to be a battle. Ivar didn’t look worried one bit as he continued to smile.

“You’re so beautiful.” He complimented tracing your face with his fingers.

“Are you even listening to me Ivar? My husband seeks to fight you.”

“If it’s a battle he wants then he won’t be disappointed,” Ivar brushed your hair off your shoulder and kissed the exposed skin. He then leaned forward to kiss your lips again but you turned your head making him peck your cheek instead.

“We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Too many eyes. I’m sure everyone’s already suspicious. They know I’m not one of you. There are always spies watching and reporting just to get coin.”

“I do not care. Let them think what they want.”

It was easy for Ivar to brush this off, but for you, it was harder. You were Uhtred’s wife. Everyone knew your face.

“It was hard leaving the camp. Uhtred already suspects something of me.”

“I’ll drive my sword through his skull and you’ll be free of him. Then you can be with me.”

Ivar looked at you with so much admiration in his eyes that it was hard not to smile back. No matter how much you wanted to be free of your marriage, you didn’t want any harm to come to him or Uhtred.

“He’s still my husband Ivar. I loved him at once. It’s just hard letting go of what we once had.”

“Let me take care of it.”

“No, Ivar. You ‘taking care of it’ means that you’ll kill him. I know you won’t give him a quick death either.”

Ivar shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Why must it always end in bloodshed?”

“It’s what we know. It’s how things are settled.”

He lifted your downcast head up and smiled sweetly. He kissed the top of your head and brought your heads together. He looked into your eyes, seemingly staring right through you.

“We’ll be together after this is all over. You’ll be happy with me, I promise. You’d never want for anything ever again because I will provide it. I’d never look elsewhere because you’re all I ever need.”

You slightly smiled and took his hands in yours.

In the back of your mind, you were also thinking of Uhtred. It was true he had found love outside of your marriage.

It hurt more than anything but he’d always been there for you. He always came back despite both your indiscretions.

The only other man you had laid with was Ivar. He just so happened to encapture you.

“I need to head back before anyone notices.”

Ivar grasped your hand in his and kissed it. “You don’t have to go. You can stay here with me.”

“I must return. Uhtred is still my husband and if I’m to truly leave him then I must tell him our marriage is over. It doesn’t help that you two are feuding either.”

“He knows,” Ivar smirked.

“Knows? Knows what?”

“He knows about us. When we were trying to negotiate, he noticed our exchanges.”

You brushed your hair back feeling antsy. “Even if he does know, he hasn’t said anything.”

“Probably because he knows he’s in the wrong. He started seeing someone behind your back first. I just hope you tell him that this isn’t just a fling. I plan on marrying you.”

“Who says I want to marry again?” You asked as you lifted your brow. Your tone was playful but the thought did concern you.

You were about to get out of one marriage. Did you really want to jump into another one?

Ivar simply looked at you with a smile and reached around his neck. He took his necklace off and held it in his hands. He showed it to you, watching your reaction.

It was a beautifully carved ring with gold in it.

“When I first saw you, I knew, I just knew you’d be special to me. You took my breath away and still do. So, whenever you’re ready,” he placed the necklace with the ring hanging from it around you and smiled. “You’ll just take this ring off and have it placed on your finger.”

You touched the ring hanging down and were touched by how thoughtful this beautiful gift was.

He gently touched your chin with his thumb and kissed you when you weren’t expecting it.

When everything was said and done Ivar reluctantly pulled away and covered you with your hood. He held your hand giving it one final squeeze. You gave him a soft smile and turned to drop your hand from his.

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Returning to the stables was no easy feat with people walking around. Once you were about to get down from your horse Uhtred appeared.

“Where’d you go, my dear wife? And dressed like a peasant.”

Despite his accusatory tone he still helped you down from the horse. He held you by your waist and stood back once you were on your feet.

“Since when do you concern yourself with my whereabouts?” You started to dust yourself down and walk towards your home with Uhtred following closely behind.

“I’m allowed aren’t I? Am I not your husband?”

His question only irritated you. Legally he was your husband but his time was spent with another woman.

“Only when Brida’s not around.”

Before you could open the door he slammed it shut and stood in front of it. He tilted his head at you with a serious face.

“I have loved you.”

“Loved.”

“You’re still my wife.”

“Not for much longer.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You looked at him and at that moment he understood. “You’re leaving me for him? The cripple?!” He laughed condescendingly.

“I love him.” When you said that you touched your necklace given by Ivar. Uhtred’s eyes glanced down at it then he shook his head.

“Love him?” He scoffed. “You don’t even know him. You’ve met him what, twice?”

“If you ever paid attention then you’d know I’ve met him more times than that.”

Meeting Ivar was just by chance encounter. You and Uhtred had been visiting a potential person to raid with and Ivar happened to be there for the same thing. He had been sitting at a table laughing when he stopped upon seeing you. That whole night you could feel his gaze on you even with Uhtred by your side.

“You’ve been sneaking off just to see him? When?”

“Uhtred.”

“When?” He stepped forward enunciating clearly with a serious tone.

“Whenever you thought you were sneaking off to see Brida. Sometimes even when you were drunk out of your mind and when you would sleep.”

“Seems we both have our own secret lives.”

You stared at each other as if this was the final stand. His eyes were gauging yours with newfound interest.

“Don’t fight him. You can find another piece of land.” You opted to try to reason with him, hoping that he can be convinced to not fight.

“It’s not just the land, it’s silver too amongst other things.”

“Find it elsewhere.”

He smirked cunningly.

“Once I have my sights set on something, I don’t give up. His land will be mine, his silver, and his head.”

“I won’t let you do that.”

“Why not? Because you love him?” He mocked.

“Yes, I do. You love Brida, how is this any different?”

“Because Brida’s dead!” He exclaimed. His eyes were wide as he stated this but you could see the sadness behind them.

“What?”

“She was killed. By your beloved’s people, the Danes.”

“Is that why you want to kill him so badly? You were once one of them, why is it so different now?”

“It’s different now. Father Beocca says I’m a bit more tamed now that I’ve been around the Saxons. The thing is, he won’t take you from me, no matter how broken our marriage is, you’re still my wife.”

“Our marriage is long overdue.”

Uhtred moved closer so that his hand was grazing your dress until he had it off your shoulder a bit.

“How can a cripple satisfy you? I know, you’ve missed my touch.” He said in your ear breathily as he leaned over you.

“Stop!” You pushed on his chest putting distance between the both of you. His chest heaved deeply as he stumbled back. You knew rejecting him would hurt his male ego. Pushing him away was the only way to show that your feelings for Ivar are true.

“You leave me no choice.” He whistled and Finan and Sihtric appeared, flanking to your sides, each grabbing an arm.

They looked at you apologetically. “Sorry about this.”

“Take her to the dungeons and lock her up. She’s to stay there until the battle is over.”

“No, No!” You pulled your arms away from both men and marched up to Uhtred. You pushed against his chest capturing his attention.

“I will not be locked up like cattle and sit idly by while you fight.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll do. I’ll see you once I return.” He tried moving past you but you pushed him back

“No.”

“Is that a plea not to go or one that you don’t wish to see me return?” Your eyes were welling up with unshed tears. You were torn and confused from all these feelings.

It was truly going to happen. Your husband and lover were going to fight each other and they weren’t going to stop until the other is dead. Your love for Ivar was growing but your love for Uhtred was starting to resurface.

Every time you told yourself you were over Uhtred was just words that you tried convincing yourself of. Feelings were another matter, they lingered and were hard to get rid of.

In that moment of looking into Uhtred’s eyes, you knew he knew exactly what you were thinking and feeling. Years of marriage to each other had done that.

His eyes lingered on your neck where the ring was hanging but this time he reached for it. He examined the ring and exhaled deeply.

He dropped it from his grasp as if it stung him. He looked into your eyes seeing a man determined.

“This is happening and it’s going to get settled today.” Uhtred pulled you to him so his head was next to yours. “I might not have been a good husband but there was always love for you. One of us will die today and you will be the champion’s prize.”

“I am no prize. Not worth someone’s death.”

“My love, this whole battle wasn’t just about land and coin. It was over you.”

You shook your head not believing what he was saying.

“Then I fell for two fools if that’s why you’re both fighting.”

“Fools yes, but over this, no. As your husband, it’s my duty to protect and claim what’s mine. Ivar has challenged that.”

He kissed the top of your head and nodded to the two men. They did as Uhtred said and had you put in a cell until the battle is ended.

You had lost track of time. The sounds above never seemed to quiet down and all the talking was muffled.

You prayed for both men’s safety though you knew in your heart that true to both of their words that only one will return.

You had been fiddling with your hands and paced the cell with your mind going haywire.

You only ceased when the door to the cellars opened. Keys were jingling and anticipation filled the air.

Someone won but the question was, who?

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inforapound · 3 years

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The Devil Inside - Part 1

This was written to celebrate @fuchsiagrasshopper 200 followers. Congrats to you. This is not high literature, just a tiny-bop reader insert style romance.

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

Pairing - Ivar x Reader Prompt in bold.

There they were. The same unimpressed brilliant blue eyes. It was the second time that week you had seen them in the back parking lot at school.

The student car park was behind the main building where all those who either drove or smoked cigarettes congregated at lunch to sit in their cars, pump music, and yak. You didn’t smoke but had a car so hung out all the same. Students from neighbouring schools occasionally pulled in to visit, always staying in their cars and keeping a distance as these types of schools were full of rules and someone was always watching. That is where he fits it. The dark-haired guy with the cold eyes and the nice flat-black Camaro. Whether or not he was putting on airs, he looked dubious and the kids always hanging about his car were the shadier bunch in the school.

He had been coming around for a couple of months now and you had locked eyes with him once or twice. Maybe more. He always broke the contact first as if looking at you had been in error. Probably dealt drugs or something similar but honestly, you didn’t know. What you did know, with your sharp eighteen-year-old senses, was to keep to your side of the lot. Maintaining your flawless grades was your first priority with socializing a not to distant second. Plus, you had been single for less than six weeks so boys were not exactly a draw.

So… you thought nothing of it when Mark Hasting approached your locker when the end-of-the-day bell rang. Standing with your closest friends, Kim and Amanda, you were deciding on whose house to meet at after supper. Mark was one of those smoking-out-back-leather-jacket-wearing types but he was friendly with everyone so it wasn’t that out of the blue for him to stop by your locker and chat.

“What’s up ladies,” he smiled, looking rather fit for a guy who had never played sports. “Any plans tonight?”

Kim carried on loading her binders into her locker and Amanda gave a breezy ‘not sure’ shrug so you spoke up as Mark was a nice guy.

“Might meet up with some of the others at the beach by my place after dark. What are you up to?”

“Me and some of the guys are going to meet behind Macdonald’s at 9 pm. Go from there. Some boys from Claremont are coming. You should join?”

“Clairemont, eh?”

It was the other private school in the district, prestigious like yours but with the reputation for being wild. Amanda’s brother had transferred there a few years back for their higher-profile basketball program and she had bitched that her parents were playing favourites ever since.

“Yeah, okay, maybe,” you answered not sounding convinced.

“You gonna be driving?” he asked which surprised you as you were the only one with a car. Kim had one that she supposedly shared with her brother but you had maybe seen her with it twice.

“Well, I won’t be getting a driver’s license in the next 6 hours,” Amanda laughed.

“Fair enough,” Mark smiled. “So maybe see you there?”

Hmm. That was interesting and you wondered if Mark or one of the other outbackers were interested in one of your friends. The crowd you ran with were the popular sort; the academics, preps, and jocks. Not the smokers who hit the bong on the weekends but at your school the cliques mixed well. Unlikely hookups weren’t that out of the ordinary but you certainly weren't interested. Hell no.

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The evening air was a bit sharp so you were glad you wore your white denim coat and blue jeans. It was nearly dark and you were with a group of eight or ten of your friends standing between parked cars at the playground not far from your school. The closest street lamp was out so the only light came from the radios playing in the cars lined up in a row. The music was just loud enough to hear but not grab the attention of the tidy homes across the street.

If you were being honest, you were bored and the night was shaping up to look like the previous few weekends. Deciding to have a drink, you grabbed a cider from the full box in your trunk, passing your keys and responsibility over to Kim. ‘No problem’ was her reply that came in the form of a quick nod. You had been driving her around for years so she didn’t mind.

The headlights of two vehicles rolling past and pulling in made you all turn and look and you immediately recognized both. It was Mark’s white van and the low-slung Camaro tailing close behind. Blue eyes was in there. He had to be and it wasn’t immediately apparent but you had some reaction, nerves maybe or just feeling a bit on the spot for brushing off Mark’s earlier invitation.

“Guess nothing was happening at Macdonald’s,” Kim laughed.

“Shocking,” Amanda added sarcastically, taking a drag of her cigarette and blowing the smoke in the opposite direction.

“Cause hanging out beside the jungle gym is so much cooler,” you droned, squinting at the now parked cars, noticing that the Camaro looked full of people.

Not letting your sights linger, you turned back to your friends, taking a few long pulls of your drink, and heard car doors open and close. The sound of footsteps crunching over gravel came towards you.

“It’s Amanda, right?” a girl’s voice called and in unison, you all spun around.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Amanda answered, in her overly cheerful voice.

Before you was a tall blonde girl, a little older than you with very distinct features; a small narrow nose and the largest eyes you had ever seen.

“I graduated with Lani last year at Claremont,” she explained.

Lani was Amanda’s older brother, a year and half older, popular but a total prick unless he needed something.

“I’m Torvi,” she smiled and you all nodded your hellos.

“Hey, we are headed to my boyfriend’s if you want to come? Have some drinks. Can’t blow the doors wide but you girls are welcome to come.”

“Yeah, sure, okay,” Kim and Amanda’s mixed replies came at the same time.

Knowing the plan was set, you took a few more drinks of your cider, finishing it off, wondering who exactly was in that car.

The tall blonde turned and began to head back but stopped and looked in your direction.

“You’re not driving, I take it?” she glanced at the empty you were returning to the box in your open trunk.

“For once, no,” you replied quietly.

“Ride with us,” she jerked her head in the direction of the Camaro. “The girls can follow,” she smiled and you felt caught-off-guard.

“That’s okay,” you smiled back. “We’ll see you there.”

“No,” her smile widened and she took a step closer, offering her arm for you to link up. “I insist.”

The Camaro was nice. Really nice. Classic with a black leather interior. It had the faintest smell of cigarettes, beer, and leather. A total guy car and not the BMW SUV’s you were used to. You like it far more than those. But the atmosphere was anything but nice. For you at least. A tall, rather serious guy had opened the door, folding the seat forward for you and Torvi to climb in. Her boyfriend, you assumed, by the way he smacked her ass when she slid past.

Mr. Blue-Eyes was the driver and when you settled back in the seat, you realized those nerves earlier had nothing to do with running into Mark. It was him. As your mom would say, ‘trouble with a capital T’ and being that close to him made you feel.....funny.

The ride was quick and the house you were heading to turned out to be only a few minutes away but it felt like a different neighborhood. They were mansions; the original estates in the area before it was all chopped up into lots and sold. The gates on the driveway were open and you drove up a long driveway to a beautiful Tudor style home set well back from the road. It looked about 10,000 square feet from the driveway and if it hadn’t have been for those cold blue eyes glancing up at you in the rearview mirror, you would have turned around to make sure your friends were still following.

Inside the house was equally as amazing; soaring ceilings and a gracious front entry, an incredible kitchen with a large family room off to one side. You settled with Torvi on a large leather couch and from where you were sitting, you saw that the French doors on the other side of the pool table led out to a massive back-lit pool. Homes like this weren’t that uncommon in your world but you still appreciated its elegance.

There wasn’t a parent in sight and no mention of one which struck you as normal. It was always the wealthy and unsupervised doing the most scandalous things. But no one there was doing anything scandalous. You were just there for drinks. Right?

Torvi handed you some type of boozy beverage and you were unsure as to why, yet relieved, that she had taken you under her wing.

Entering the room and walking with the help of some customized crutch, the Camaro driver headed straight for the leather chair on the far side of Torvi. He didn’t make eye contact with you or anyone else but you still felt noticed. The way he hustled made you think that you shouldn’t watch and you wondered if that crutch was the reason he always stayed in his car at school.

Dropping it onto the hardwood floor, he sank into the seat, immediately raising his hand and accepting a bottle from Torvi’s boyfriend who walked in behind, carrying a case of beer.

“I haven't introduced you,” Torvi raised her hand. “This is my boyfriend, Ubbe, and his brother Ivar,” your eyes flitted over to your driver but he was gazing at something, nothing, off in the kitchen. “And their other brother, Hvitserk is just outside having a smoke with his girlfriend, Margrethe.

Your eyes shifted to the French doors and you could see the outlines of two people kissing on the patio.

Okay, realization struck you. They were the Lothbroks! You had heard of them. Definitely. Just couldn’t recall what but you knew it wasn’t good and you probably shouldn’t be there. Where were your friends and why hadn’t Torvi told them your name? As if on cue, Amanda and Kim and the long-lost Mark Hasting strolled in, cheerful and boisterous and thankfully taking the pressure off you from having to talk.

Someone had turned on music and the other brother and his blonde-haired girlfriend came inside to join. A game of pool begun and you stayed on the couch with your friends and Torvi. Ivar remained slumped in his chair, giving the impression he would have preferred to be anywhere but there.

It was awkward. Torvi and your friends gabbed about the differences in schools and universities and you quietly finished your drink but, in a flash, it was replaced with another.

As always Mark was the most animated in the room, and Ubbe, who then seemed far more at ease, was listening intently to the details of how Mark’s father made so much money selling appliances. Kim was a good sport despite not drinking and joined in the conversation knowing many of the same people as Torvi.

You could have sworn Ivar scoffed when you rolled your eyes at Amanda who went outside to smoke weed with Mark and Hvitserk but when you glanced over, he was back to staring in the opposite direction and picking the label off his beer. It felt strange….. sitting in a room with lively people and you and he were the only ones not joining in. You weren’t anti-social but for whatever reason that night, or in that house, the atmosphere felt… heavy. It wasn’t the alcohol though; you were almost sure it was him. Ivar. Every bit of your focus seemed to be spent on ignoring him and for some strange reason, you felt he was doing the same.

“Whereabouts is the washroom?” you whispered to Torvi and she raised her hand to point down the hall.

“It's just down the...”

“I need another beer,” Ivar interrupted, his voice so much different than what you expected. It was smoother somehow, breathier. “I’ll show her,” his eyes flicked over to you as he grabbed his crutch and pushed himself up out of the chair.

Your instincts from before seemed right as his body language told you he did not enjoy people walking behind him. He moved with a distinct limp but it was still agile in a way, his crutch obviously an extension of his body. But his mood seemed troubled.

Christ, you thought, as you followed, he could have just told you where it was.

Through the kitchen, he moved down a long hallway lined with closed doors and you were almost certain one of them had to have been a bathroom. Just as your feet slowed assessing where you were going, he glanced back and jerked his head for you to keep moving. Ohh-kay……

Opening the door at the very end, he walked in, not looking behind. Stopping on the threshold you surveyed the room and there was no question it was his. It had the same dark wood floors and wood trim, a neatly made bed with navy linens, large windows, fitted with wooden blinds, bordered by matching navy curtains. The room was lined with furniture; a dresser, desk, shelves loaded with books but it was the framed picture hanging above his bed that held your attention. Behind glass was a charcoal drawing of a scraggly, long-haired, bearded man who seemed to be missing an eye. Nice room, you thought, but the art was a touch dramatic.

As he dropped down onto a couch and stretched his legs out onto a low coffee table, he pointed at an open door which you assumed was his private bathroom. Ohh-kay…. you thought as you tiptoed past him and into the bathroom, closing the door. Again, it struck you how clean everything was, even smelt good like some faint cologne and you hoped the thick wood door with muffle the sound of you peeing.

After washing your hands, and a lip gloss touch-up, you opened the door, not sure he would still be there. He was…. lounging on the couch, watching the tv on the adjacent wall. There was no acknowledgment when you re-emerged so you mumbled some sort of ‘thanks’ and crossed the room, heading for the door.

“Are you afraid of me?’ he spoke at your back making you stop and turn around. Aside from the glances in the rear-view mirror, it was the first time he had looked at you directly. And holy shit, was it ever direct.

“No,” you lied trying not to sneak a peek at his tight white shirt stretched over his muscular chest and arms. You definitely didn’t want to be caught staring at his perfect hair, styled in that ‘perfect hot guy way.’ Holy god, he was striking, incredibly hot with his square jaw and smooth tanned skin. You hadn’t fully taken it in until then…. when his piercing blue eyes held you frozen in place.

The angle of his chin shifted just slightly, and he subtly squinted making you think he was somehow pleased with himself. A sweep of goosebumps spread over your skin and you crossed your arms as if suddenly feeling a breeze. Was your stomach suddenly upset? Or, maybe it was your nerves clawing out your insides.

“Then sit,” he said casually, as he looked away and you detected the slightest hint of a dare in his tone.

Why? You wanted to ask but didn’t, wondering if he was trying to intimate you. One thing you did suspect was that his aloofness was only to draw you in. Funny, you thought. Wouldn’t work. You had to get back to your friends….

“Okay,” you instead answered and walked over, slowly sitting down, your body sensing the two inches of space between you. Great, it was a love seat.

Like the force of nature he felt like, he somehow read your thoughts.

“Get me a beer,” he said, nodding in the direction of the bar fridge next to the tv. What teenager had a bar fridge in their bedroom, you wondered, only realizing then that he had ordered you instead of asking.

If your eyes hadn’t scanned his crossed legs extended out on the coffee table, his crutch on the floor below, you might have told him to get his own…. but…you didn’t. Did he not want to get up? Was he in pain? Was it his legs or his back that hurt him? Maybe a knee? Was it from sports? Or, had he been in an accident with his car? The blank one. It looked fast and he looked like he drove fast too.

Slowly but with no attempt to conceal it, he let out a long sigh, snapping you out of your analysis and you realized that perhaps you were a bit drunk. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk.

“Get a beer for yourself,” he chimed as if offering a token reward for your obedience.

That was likely the extent of his chivalry anyway. Returning with two beers you handed him one not expecting and not getting any sort of thanks. His eyes stayed glued on the tv.

“Do you even like beer?” he asked, and it somehow felt like a dig.

“Yeah,” you answered taking a small sip.

God, you hated beer.

For a few minutes, you both stared at a music video, some ethereal, whining song, about a hunter in the night sung by an emo looking guy. It suited Ivar perfectly and the longer you listened the more uncomfortable you felt being there… alone in his room……essentially two strangers.

Mentally, you cleared your thought. “My name is…”

“I know your name,” he cut you off sounding annoyed.

It was getting even stranger and you wondered if your friends would eventually come find you….

“Pray to your god, open your heart, whatever you do, don’t be afraid of the dark.”

…the song played on and it felt like the tension was building but what could you say? You didn’t know him and weren’t going to make small talk. Just as the air seemed to be getting sucked out of the room, you shifted on your seat making him look over at you.

“What?” you said sounding defensive.

Without a word, he just stared at you. The skin on your cheeks began to warm and you felt embarrassed.

“Well, this was fun,” you pushed your hands down into the couch to get up but he grabbed your forearm. Gasping, your eyes locked with his blue ones, his brows pinched and his eyes narrowed.

“I thought you weren’t afraid of me,” he whispered and you noticed how much closer he was all of a sudden. Jesus, those eyes…. they were clear and cold yet somehow dark and felt bottomless. You just stared back as if hypnotized but it was the quick flutter of his lashes and a look of uncertainty that flashed across his face that had you come back to the surface.

“My. Arm. Please,” you articulated through clenched teeth, and you knew you sounded scared.

Tilting his head, his lids blinked again and he began to chuckle, flashing a forced smile and releasing your arm. Smoothly, casually, he leaned forward and grabbed the TV remote off the table as if picking it up had been his plan all along. Slamming your beer down, you stood and rushed for the door. You were fucking done with Ivar Lothbrok.

“See you at school, beautiful,” he called in a patronizing voice.

As you rounded the corner, the volume of the tv rose and the last words of the song felt foreboding.

“Cover your eyes, the devil’s inside.”

Next chapter

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Ragnarrsons meeting each other again in Valhalla

Brother in Blood

In the great hall of Valhalla, the warriors feasted and drank mead, their voices rising in songs of glory and battle. Among them were five Vikings who had once sailed together, fought together, and faced death together. They were Bjorn Ironside, Ubbe Ragnarson, Ivar The Boneless, Hvitserk Ragnarson, and Sigurd Ragnarson - sons of Ragnar Lothbrok, the legendary king of the Northmen.

As they sat together, memories flooded back - of their youth, when they had set out to conquer new lands and earn the fame that would ensure their place in the afterlife. They remembered the battles they had fought, the enemies they had slain, and the triumphs they had won. They spoke of their father, Ragnar, who had led them to greatness, and of the legacy they had inherited from him.

But they also spoke of their differences, of the quarrels that had driven them apart, and the wounds that had never fully healed. Bjorn, the oldest and most ambitious, had sought to expand their kingdom by conquering new lands. Ubbe, the peacemaker, had sought to balance his brother's ambitions with diplomacy and alliances. Ivar, the cunning strategist, had always been willing to resort to treachery if it served his purposes. Hvitserk, the restless wanderer, had often followed his own path, seeking adventure and new experiences. And Sigurd, the youngest and most impetuous, had chafed under his brothers' authority, eager to prove himself in battle.

Despite their differences, they had always shared a bond of blood and brotherhood. And now, in Valhalla, they were reunited once more, free from the mortal concerns that had once driven them apart.

As the night wore on, the five Vikings raised their horns in a toast to their fallen comrades, who had not made it to Valhalla. They spoke of their exploits and their virtues, and of the honor they had brought to their clan. And then they turned to each other, raising their horns once more.

"To the sons of Ragnar!" Bjorn declared, his voice ringing out across the hall. "We may have fought and quarreled, but we have always been brothers in blood. And now, in this hall of heroes, we are reunited once more. Let us drink and feast, and remember the glory we have won together."

The others raised their horns in agreement, and the feast resumed. As the night wore on, the stories grew wilder and the laughter louder. And for a while, at least, the five Vikings were once again the young warriors they had been, united in their thirst for adventure and glory.

But as the night drew to a close, and the fires burned low, a solemnity settled over the hall. They knew that they would have to part once more, to face the battles that awaited them on the mortal plane. But for this moment, at least, they were together, and that was enough.

As they rose to leave, Bjorn turned to his brothers. "Until we meet again, my brothers," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "In this life or the next, we will fight and feast together once more."

The others nodded in agreement, and then turned to leave. As they walked out of the hall, they felt a sense of peace and contentment that they had not known in a long time.

The five Vikings went their separate ways, but the memories of their reunion in Valhalla stayed with them. They continued to fight and conquer, but now they did so with a renewed sense of brotherhood and camaraderie. They often thought of the others, wondering where they were and what battles they were fighting. And whenever they met a fellow Northman, they would ask if they had heard of the sons of Ragnar - and more often than not, they had.

Years passed, and the five Vikings grew old. They had all suffered injuries and defeats, but they had also achieved great victories and earned the respect of their peers. And when their time came, they each died with honor, knowing that they would join their comrades in the halls of Valhalla.

And indeed, when they arrived, they found that their reunion was even sweeter than the first. They were greeted by the warriors they had fought alongside in life, and they were hailed as heroes for their deeds. But most of all, they were reunited with each other - Bjorn, Ubbe, Ivar, Hvitserk, and Sigurd.

They feasted and drank mead, just as they had before, but this time there was no tension or rivalry. They laughed and joked, sharing stories of their exploits and adventures. And when the night drew to a close, they hugged each other tightly, knowing that they had all found the peace and happiness they had longed for.

As they parted once more, they knew that they would always be brothers in blood and in spirit. They had fought and conquered together, and they had found their way back to each other in the afterlife. And that was all that mattered.

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“Remember The Missing” - Ivar The Boneless x Reader x Ubbe

Summary: You're sent to Kattegat by your uncle for settling a deal with King Ragnar. No need to mention as soon as your feet touch the dry ground, it's the Ragnarsons' eyes you caught.

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader x Ubbe (but All the Ragnarsons make an appearance)

Warnings: fluff, light smut, angst at the end

Word Count: 3,394

*Masterlist*

The brothers didn't have the same taste when it comes to women. Whenas Ivar and Sigurd fell for thralls, Hvitserk for simple woman, Ubbe for athletic shieldmaiden, when you dropped off the boat, their mouth surely dropped too. That's the first thing that caught your eyes, four tall men, dressed in fur, clean and braided hair with eyes as blue as the sky. Those piercing eyes were pointed right at you, although you were quite used to being stared at. From your tamed hair falling perfectly around your face shape, highlighting your complexion to your reddened cheeks from the cold that underlined Y/C eyes, making your pupils scintillate, every detail seemed to mesmerize them.

Once out of the boat, you readjusted your large and dark cloak that didn't allow the Vikings to check up on your body features but they'd bet their life everything about it was perfect. Your eyes sweep the areas without dawdling on things, as you found out what you looked for. You started to walk towards them, each of your step arousing their desire deep into their core, and stopped in front of them.

"King Ragnar, I surmise," your soothing voice purred in their ears like honey. You held your hand to the man and instead of shaking it, he pecks your fingers. You slightly raised your brows but didn't make any comments.

You soon noticed the stares still on you and glanced at the men standing beside the King, tilting your head to the side in curiosity, the rumors were true. Men of the North were, indeed, handsome. Their features, the care accorded to their looks, even your nostrils betrayed you, as they curled up a little, their spicy wooded smell fondling your nose. "Here are my sons, from right to left: Ivar The Boneless, Hvitserk, Sigurd Snake In The Eye, and Ubbe." The bearded men spoke, lifting the veil on the identity of your seemingly new fans. You didn't miss how the four pairs of eyes have been devouring you but chose to ignore it for the sake of the alliance. Thus your clenched jaws indicated your displeasure.You had quite a temper, that was the exact reason why you were the one sent by your uncle. He tried many times to tame your ways... In vain. Although you promised him this time, you'll behave on behalf of everything he has done for you since the death of your late mother.

"I'm Y/n Of Stilfhel, pleasure is mine." You quickly bowed, gripping onto your dress for it not to meet the soil. The ragnarsons remained silent, not that you expected something else from them, seeing how focused they were to ogle you. You knew better. Everywhere you walked, people would stare at you, In your own kingdom it was because of your status, or so you'd like to believe. In foreign countries, you accepted it was because, for some reason, men found you pleasurable to look at. No need to mention that whenever you'd open your mouth, they would instantly lose interest in you, for you sounded nothing like a princess. When it wasn't you cursing, the problem was the topics on which you conversed. War, fights, battles, swords, economics, trading.

No men of your homeland needed or wanted a woman that had an opinion of everything.

But you were no princess, indeed, your uncle took you as his own daughter at the request of your mother back on her deathbed. This was her last wish, and your uncle being a good man led to you living in the palace without having the weight of duties on your shoulders. Maybe you grew too comfortable, thought your uncle at first, but he soon enough found out it was only you being you.

***

Once installed in the Great Hall, you take off your cloak and give it to the thrall waiting for it, exposing a beautiful azure dress made out of thick fabric. A single thin leather belt tightened it at your waist, revealing your curved hips and generous chest. Your sober dress didn't need any jewels or extravagance as your own body was already doing the job. An abnormal cut departing from your thighs down to your ankles betrayed your cover of "naive princess". If only they knew under that dress was hidden tones of small weapons, that thought making you smile. The man sat right in front of you did not miss any of your lips curling up as you brushed down your hands on the side of your dress, trying to hide the cut you made.

Traveling in that get-up was far from comfortable, you had to do something, right?

You thank the thrall with a small smile and finally sat down. "Is everything alright?" Asked Ragnar at the sight of your grimace. You forced a smile and nodded, "Yeah, of course. Everything's fine, my King" you succeed at answering. Glancing quickly around the table you slide your hands under your dress and straightens both your legs, trying to grab the hilt of your swords that buried itself into your ribs. When Hvitserk and Ivar abruptly turned their head towards you, both confused and satisfied, you firstly ignore them, but as your fingers finally grip onto your sword, their stare only grew more ravenous. At this exact instant, you understood what was happening, you were playing footsie with both of them. Your left foot caressing the inside thigh of Hvitserk whereas your right one got dangerously close of Ivar's core. A nervous rictus drew on your lips as you thought of something to get out this situation. You completely slump on the table to bridge the gap between your palm and the handle of your sword. Once you got it, you slowly push it out the piece of leather holding it and slide her against your bare skin before placing her on the ground. You fold your feet back to their initial position. Ivar was still looking at you, lips slightly parted with astonishment and desire twinkling in his eyes whereas Hvitserk's look was less shy in demonstration of what was going on in his mind.

"I've heard tones of stories about you Y/n," Ragnar let out as he motioned to a thrall to fill your cup with ale. Your eyes dawdled on the cup, as you kept your bottom lips in between your teeth. "Of me?" You faint not to know what he was talking about. "How so?" You added, your eyes still fixed on the liquid purring down in the container. If you start drinking now, you'll still be there in the morning, completely drunk but still wanting more ale. You will not be able to control yourself anymore, and the pretty princess will be gone."That you'd never been beaten by ale," The king continues with a defying tone. "Oh yeah? You're sure it's about me?" You raised a brow at him, glancing at the people around the table. You'd be ready to receive ugly stares by now, but they didn't come, to your surprise. Usually, as soon as someone used to put that subject on the table when with your uncle, grimaces could be seen on the surrounding faces while murmurs could be heard.

Here, stares were fixed on you, but without any grimaces nor disgusted sounds. The men around the table were quite intrigued, maybe they didn't know what their father spoke about. You grabbed the cup hungrily, some of its content escaping the cup to drop on the oak table. You sipped a mouthful of liquor, squinting your eyes at the feelings of the liquid spreading into your body.

"Y/n Of Stilfhel, there's only one, isn't it?" Ragnar bantered as you finished your cup sooner said than done. You glanced at the thrall standing near the doors and motioned her to come. Once she presented herself before you, you carefully took off her hands the carafe and spill some more liquid into your cup. "So you heard about my superpower," you nonchalantly replied. "You must've traveled a lot to have found out. I've never put my feet on that ground before." You pointed the spot with your cup. "I have, but let's not dawdle on my idle stories, please tell us more about your presence here." "It is said, the agreement you share with my uncle must be sealed someway," Hearing your words, the heart of the men surrounding you fluttered. The first thing they thought about when hearing "sealing" was marriage. Of course, it was. Why else letting a princess journey by herself to a foreign country?

They glanced at their father, then at you. Soon their eyes flickered from on to another's face. It was to who will seduce you first. You were a challenge atop of being a mystery.

***

Ubbe leaned in your ear and murmured a joke about Sigurd, which make you choked on your drink. You glanced at the poor target of the man sitting beside you and shook your head both sides giggling. He instantly scowled at his brother, wondering what he could've said. Minutes passed before Hvitserk dared to approach you, he tried to be subtle but, hard luck for him, you weren't that naive. He fainted to join your side of the table to serve himself some more ale, glancing at you here and there. This whole scene made you laugh but you tried to muffle it, as you didn't want to lose all the fun. "Is the ale good?" He tried. "I don't know, you tell me," you raised your brows, as he neared his cups to his lips. He chuckled as he sips some of his drink. "How is that you're never drunk?" "Gods, believe me, I am, most of the time, but I can stand still, even play strategic games!" You heartedly let out as you leaned toward him. "Yeah? We should test that then, I'll wait right in my seat for you to come when you'll be very drunk," he winces at you as he got up from the chair beside you. "Count on it," you flirted back with a soft voice. You attentively followed his moves until some lips encountered your ear. Ubbe, this man really wasn't afraid of anything, his extreme proximity surprisingly warmed you up. Even if wasn't winter yet, the nights were cold, your skin being very sensitive did not help.

"I bet a night with you he'll be sleepy drunk in exactly 4 more cups," the man mutters in your neck, as a shiver spread from your back to your arms. Gods only know how, but he noticed it, looking down and grabbing your hands in his. "Bet held," you exhaled, trying to get away from his grip, but he didn't let go. Your eyes go to both his hands squeezing yours to his face. You didn't realize how close he was, only few inches away. If he turned his head to you at this precise moment, your lips would practically touch. The warmth emanating from his fondles spread to both your arm before dangerously nearing your guts, the center of your aroused desire. Now that he was so close, you noticed the straightness of his jaw, the plumpness of his lips, and how soft his skin seemed to be. When he turned his face, you managed to slip your hands out his grip and move your head backward, a nervous laugh escaping your gritted teeth. He was more than enticing, no doubt.

But you didn't come for that...

Speaking of your duty, your brows knitted as your eyes were searching the place for Ragnar. He wasn't there anymore. "Told you," Ubbe chuckled pointing out his little brother Hvitserk, face down to the table. "Yeah, he seems a bit dead, but I guess he's okay. At least, I hope," you grimaced, tilting your head. You needed to get some fresh air, some hours ago you were in a boat, almost alone, only with a few guards that your uncle forced you to bring and now you were surrendered by a bunch of handsome men. You excused yourself to Ubbe and walk perfectly fine to the doors. The man slid his head to the side, his mouth forming an "o", as he watched you walk away. He was more looking at your body than anything, your curves bouncing from a foot to the other. Once out, you exhaled deeply, closing your eyes a few seconds. "A bit overwhelmed?" you heard a voice, knocking you out the bubble you were in. "I'm not going to lie," you admitted, looking down. "I see you can stand as straight as if no ale oozed in your system. So it was what my father was talking about," "I know you can do better than that." You cut him off, making Ivar turns his head to yours, while you were looking faraway before you. "Huh?" He pondered, still gazing at you. "I love to talk about battles and war. Not about me being okay with drinking ten dozens of cups of ale," you confessed. "Than I wondered what you were talking about with my brother," he bluntly let out, shrugging. "He's got some move" you tried to convince him. He perfectly understood you were talking about Ubbe's ability to seduce women and riposted as soon as your words left your throat. He certainly knew what he was talking about. "Oh, I don't doubt that. I only thought you wouldn't let yourself be trapped in it," "I'm not," "So why you got out?" "I--I..." you stuttered, without being able to invent anything. Perhaps the ale was starting to get to your head.

"My name's Ivar, not 'I--I'," he mimicked your pout and voice. You hassled to chuckle and nudged him. "Stilfhel is an interesting name," Ivar let out, loudly breathing out. "As interesting as Y/n?" You gauge his reaction with a small smile at the corner of your lips. "See, you are flirty with me now,"

"Arrrgh, you're too quick for me," you faked being offended. "I bet you knew the way of sealing the alliance between both our lands have nothing to do with marriage." He nodded to himself, slowly understanding your games. "True, but I couldn't restrain myself to play a little with the minds of your brothers..." You paused, closely looking at the Viking. A genuine smile brightened your face, your eyes crinkled. "I'm glad it didn't get on you,"

"Sigurd didn't try anything,"

"Because he saw Hvisterk kind off failing," You tilted your head to him, only to encounter his eyes. They were as blue as your dress. You soon drown into them as he didn't move his stare. "Ivar The Boneless, right?" "Hmm," he agreed, clearing his throat. "I'll remember it," you mutter for yourself.

***

You tried to remember the words of the thrall when you asked her about the chamber of the Prince. You were drunk, the ale was deeply rooted in your system, but that doesn't stop you from walking through the corridors before you opened a door. "Y/n? Wha--t" "Shhh", you responded as you got closer the bed. You finally crawled into it, dangerously getting nearer the man. As you approached, Ubbe leaned his back on his pillows, intently watching your gestures. You finally got on top of him, leaning onto his chest, your lips dropping feverish kisses on his lower belly. His eyes didn't leave yours, he was concentrated in the twinkle in your eyes as if he looked away, you'll vanish in a cloud of smoke. You slowly started to kiss your way up to his neck, which you bite before playing with his skin in between your teeth. His silent groans directly reached your ears making your desire for him grew stronger each time his hoarse voice resonated in your head. When you straddled him, after benching up your dress to your hips, he exhaled deeply, relieved the space between you has been filled. His hands ceased your hips, slowly sliding to your ass as he nuzzled his way to your face, making you look at him. Your mouth was open, your eyes getting lost together.��"You're so beautiful," he slurred, incapable of letting go of your stare. "You're even more," you offered him a smile that made his heart skip a beat. He swiftly crashed his lips on yours, making moan. He kneaded your skin with so much strength, you were sure to found bruises wherever he touched later. You ground down on him, feeling his growing bump right in between your tighs, where you were already ready for him.

***

After you make out, Ubbe directly fell asleep, you didn't know if it was because of your little sport session or the alcohol. Whatever, you weren't asleep, unlike you. It wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you needed more than sex. You planned on going back to your room, but instead, you stopped before another door, his door. You remember the blue of his eyes, his expression when you were face to face around the table earlier, and the way he articulated your name: with such harmony and softness. You pushed open the door, entering a total black room, "Ivar?" you ask loudly, making sure the door was closed behind you before asking for him. At first, you were welcomed by a silence, but as your eyes got used to the darkness, you could glimpse of two light sparkles turned right at you. "I--hum..." you couldn't find the right words, how did you find yourself so nervous when not even an hour ago you were entering Ubbe's chamber so confidently? "Can I stay with you?" your voice echoed in the room as if it was empty. Still no response. You moved forward the bed, aiming at the opposite side of where you glimpsed the scintillating eyes. "I take that as a yes," you continued to talk, even if he didn't want you or even talk to you, you couldn't help but feel the need to be in his company again. "I'm coming under the furs, alright? Welcome me there." you encouraged him. "You lied," he finally spoke. You were shifting your body inside of the shits, under the furs when you stopped in track. Did he recognize you? "Earlier you said you never put a foot down this soil, you lied," he finished, quite bluntly.

You wanted to speak but the saliva in your mouth was too thick, even making it hard to swallow. You gave-up your chance to give him an explanation.

"I knew I already saw your face before, not too long ago actually. You left me waiting for something that would've never happened," his tone was firm but not angry. "Why?" His voice broke to silence. "I knew I wasn't staying for long, I didn't want you to wait for me. You were supposed to forget me, Ivar..." You murmured, without trying to justify yourself. "How could I forget what I gave you, what we shared?" "I don't know," you allowed."Me neither, but still you lied to me back then, about your name, your status, everything!"

"I didn't lie when I came sneaking close to your body every night. I didn't lie when we were meeting in secret in the woods to look at the sunsets and lying on our back watching the forms of the clouds," you lowly let out as you got closer to his chest. Your palm patted his torso before going up to his cheek. Now you're holding his face so his eyes stick with yours, unable to escape from your hold, just like you used to two years ago. "When my uncle asked for a messenger I volunteered," you started to be swoon. His ablaze stare would kill you right now if they could. Instead, Ivar lifted his rough and huge hand to your face, wiping away the few tears that have filled up your eyes. "I wanted to see you again, feel you again..." you added as he pulled your head toward his bare chest. Your eyes closed, and your mind eased in less than a minute, soothed by the rhythm of the Viking's heartbeats.

"Don't leave," he managed to articulate despite the nervousness inhabiting him at this instant. His arms closed around your weak body as he held you tightly against him, to your greatest pleasure.

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Time Part 1

Ivar the boneless x fem!reader imagine (In this imagine the timeline is a bit different than in the tv show, we are at the start of 5A at least from Ivars age (he is 18), but Ragnar, Aslaug, Sigurd and Helga are still alive, which is important for the imagine, don't be angry for the changes, I hope you enjoy the imagine)

The reader travels back in time after an accident, she lends in front of Flokis house who takes her in and shows her the northern way to live. She meets Ivar and his brothers and their story begins.

Part One

You were on your way to your first day of university you decided that after high school you would be studying (subject of your choice) at (collage name). Your best friend and roommate will study on the same university, her/his subject was northern history and mythology. In your opinion an interesting subject but you personally would not study it. Their choice of subject was why they had to learn old norse or decided to learn it anyway, as the good friend you were you went with them to the classes and learnt it as well. You kinda liked it, mythologies were your guilty pleasure anywayy so it was not to bad. Your best friend had to go to university earlier than you and told you about the heavy rain outside.

It was raining like hell, you were bearly able to make out the street in front of you out. You tried your hardest to stay concentrated, which wasn't the easiest task as you were tired from your nightshift at work and the rain made you even sleepier. But you weren't the only one with troubles to concentrate. On the other side of the road drove a car, slightly to fast in normal condition but in the rain his speed made it nearly impossible to stop the car. The driver did not sleep well last night and was now utterly tired. The second his eyes closed, he lost control over his car and started to drive to your side of the road. You saw the car to late and hit your car with his. The impact made the glass shatter, you could feel your car lifting up and landing on his roof. Air left your lungs and your head hit the side of your car with so much force that everything turned dark. You tried to not lose the consciousness, the ringing in your ears overwhelming. The last thing you saw before you lost the fight against the unconsciousness was a car rushing away and the shadow of a man speaking to you in some kind a language, but you were not able to hear through the loud ringing what he said. Then your world turned black and the ringing was silent.

You woke up by the feeling of being touched on the shoulder, at first you tried to brush it of. That was when you realized what happend. Without thinking you turned towards the touch and tried to punch the person infront of you. „By the gods woman I'm trying to help you!“ With the unknown voice growled, you opened your eyes and stared at the man that kneeled before you. You sat up and slided away slowly. „Who are you?“, not realizing that you adapted to his language. „My name is Flóki Vilgerðarson, who are you and what are you doing in front of my house?“ Confusion was written over your face. „In front of your..“ You looked around and saw that you were lying in front of a hut. „Your name, woman!?“, he said in a demanding tone. „I'm (Y/N) and I don't know why I'm here. I was in a car accident and then there was this strange man that talked to me and than I lost consciousness and woke up here. Please, don't kill me I swear I mean no harm to you or anyone else.“

Floki looked at the young girl in front of him, she seemed to be around Ivars age maybe a bit younger. Her clothes were strange, he had never seen anything like that, as well as he had never heard of cars. That was when he remembered the strange words that their seer spoke when he visited, „Your future, boatbuilder, will fall to your feet, it's your decision to do what you want with this future of yours. Make it yours and help it grow or kill it before it starts.“ Future, this might be who she is or where she is from, maybe it was both. Floki took a deep breath, shaking of the fear and hold out his hand towards her. Slowly the girl looked up seemingly considering her chances, but she took his hand in the end. „You are from far away, aren't you girl?“ A nod confirmed it. „(Your home country)“, was her soft answer. That was when it was confirmed for Floki, the gods sent her back to him. He did not know why, but he knew that he would keep her save and that he would have to teach her their ways otherwise people would try to harm her. „Oh what were the gods thinking, sending her to Kattegat“, he mumbled it in his beard. He lead her inside his house and sat her on one of his chairs. She was dirty, wet and seemed to be scared, when he wanted to speak up the voice of his wife interrupted him. „Floki who is this girl?“

You looked up from your knees to the woman who asked the question, she did not sound angry, she sounded kinda worried, which surprised you to no end. She got closer and kneelt in front of you looking over your dirty and bruised face and clothes. The man, that said his name was Floki answered, „She laid in fornt of our hut, my love. I remembered the words of the seer when I saw her. What if she is what he talked about.“ The woman smiled lovingly at you, a strange feeling of safety floated you. „I see, come along child you need to clean yourself.“ She said that while stroking your hair lovingly, she stopped and stood up. With a soft smile she offered her hand, which you took. She helped you to stand up and turned to the man. „I will take care of her husband. Try to think of what we shall do. We can't tell the people in the village that she just laid in front of our door, can we?“ With that she turned around and walked you out of the room. Floki knew Helga was right, he couldn't just say that, but what could he say?

The woman took you into a room with a bathtub, she looked at you and said softly, „I could warm up water for you it would take a while.“ You shook your head softly, not wanting to be more trouble then you were. „No, I'm fine with cold water. It will be okay.“ She nodded softly. „If you say so. My name is Helga, I didn't catch your name.“ „My name is (Y/N), thank you for your help Helga, as well as for Flokis.“ Helga nodded softly and looked at you with her brown eyes. „Take of your clothes and wash yourself, I'm gonna look for clothes to give you. You can't wear yours, they don't look like they are from here.“ With that Helga left you alone in the bath. The second she closed the door, you started to take of your clothes. Your body was dirty and blue from the crash, but nothing seemed broken. Slowly you started to wash your body, while you tried to not hurt yourself even more. You softly started to wash your hair after your body was clean, you winced when you felt a wound on your head, which probably was the reason why you lost consciousness. While you cleaned your hair, Helga opened the door and look at you from behind. She could see the the hirmatomes but did not question where you got them from. „I got you clothes“, she said and made herself known. You jumped when you heard her voice and tried to cover yourself up. „There's nothing I have not seen. Let me help you with the dress, you never wore anything like that, I'm sure of that and I believe that you need help with it.“ You knew that she was right, that was why you left your hands down and looked shyly on the floor. „Don't be shy, you look great. Come, we will put that dress on.“ You nodded and went over to her, still shy to be naked. The dress Helga held was beautiful, it had a soft blue color and a neckline with some kind of lacing. Helga helped you in the dress and looked at you when you had it on. „You are lucky that this dress was always too long for me. It suits you. Come I will braid your hair.“ You followed her while she went into another room, she sat you on the bed and started to braid your hair softly. Helga liked how your hair looked when if fell other your shoulder while it was open, so she decided to just braid a few strands, so your hair wouldn't bother you so much. She took her time while doing it, enjoying to do it for some other woman. „Helga?“, you asked softly. A soft hum was her answer. „They will kill me, won't they?“ Helga looked shocked at the words, but she understood where these fear came from. „They won't, Floki will come up with a story for why you are here and think of something to do. I'm sure that you willbe fine“, she stated calmly. You nodded and looked at her when she said that she was finished. „I don't know why you and Floki help me, but I can't thank you enough. Other people would have killed me, I'm sure of that, but you opened your home for me and let me in. I'm thankful for what you did for me. I will do everything to show you that I'm thankful.“ Helga couldn't help but smile, you were a good person, she was sure of that. „We will see“, Helga said while she smiled softly, „Let's see if Floki came up with an idea.“ With a nod of you, the two of you went Floki who sat in front of a fire. „My niece“, were the first words he said when you two entered. „Husband what do you mean?“, Helga asked softly. „We will tell them that she is my niece. If we say that than she will be able to live here and she will be save. They won't touch family.“ Helga laughed softly, ran towards her husband and kissed him. „You are amazing husband. But that means that we have to go and tell Ragnar that she is here. He will want to see.“ „Believe me, wife. I know that. But what other chances do we have? I will tell him that she is sick and needs a bit time to get well. In that time we will teach her how to live here, I will teach her to protect herself. She is a young and pretty woman, she will need it.“ Helga nodded softly and looked at you. „You will be fine, Ragnar is a nice man. He will understand.“ You nodded and smiled at both of them. „So I will be your niece?“ „Yes, my brother went away a long time ago, he died as far as I know. I know that he never had any children, but Ragnar does not know that. We will be fine.“ You nodded. Than Floki stood up and looked at you two. „We should go then“, he said. Helga looked utterly confused, „Now?“ „Yes, the longer we wait the worse. He would think that we hide something.“ Helga nodded and looked at you. „He is right. We should go.“ You were worried, but when Helga took your hand a but of that worry left you. „We will be back soon, it's gonna be okay.“ You nodded softly and watch them leave. Your eyes followed Floki and Helga, worried what Ragnar would say. You thanked your best friend silently for dragging you along to learn old Norse lessons, but still you did not know if you would ever see them again. But now was not the time to worry about meeting your old friends again, now was the time to worry about your fate. With that thought you sat in front of the fire and waited.

Floki was worried about Ragnar, not that he would have told you but he was. When he and Helga entered his eyes fell upon his friend and the family he had. Ragnar saw him soon after and shooted, „Floki! Helga! Come closer eat with us!“ The couple looked at each other and walked over to their friend. „Ragnar“, Floki said and looked at his friend. „Sit!“ That was what he did, for a short second Floki listened to the talks around him, but then looked back at his friend. „Ragnar can we talk?“ Ragnar turned to him, curiousity in his eyes. „About what?“ Floki looked at Helga and then back. „Helga and I have a guest“, he said. „A guest?“, Ragnar questioned. The table turned towards them, the whole family looking at them. „A permanent one“, Floki said. „Is Helga pregnant?“, asked Ragnars wife, Aslaug. „No“, Floki stated, „My brother had a child it appears, he died a few weeks ago. His child came to us and asked if it would possible to stay with us.“ Ragnar nodded slowly. „Is the boy alright?“; naturally assuming that they were talking about a boy. „He had a daughter, with a Christian woman“, Floki explained. „A Christian?“, Aslaug asked, she sounded angry. „He raised her in the ways of our gods, do not worry. She has no where to go and is sick, she won't do any trouble for you or anyone“, Floki added. Ragnar seemed to be thinking deeply. „Why should she be allowed to stay? She has a Christian mother, send her back to her?“, said Ivar. It was the first time that Floki wished to strangle the young man. „No, it's fine“, Ragnar said, „she can stay. Bring her to us as soon as she is better. Now let us eat.“ Floki felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders, he nodded and started to eat.

After the dinner they went back home and found the young woman in a chair close to the fire. Helga chuckled softly, while Floki carried her to a room. „She is gonna be fine, Floki“, Helga whispered to calm her husband, who looked worried at the girl on the bed. „I hope“, he stated and left her alone.

The next morning was spend with explaining to the girl what Ragnar said and what would happen now, she would learn how to defend herself, to fight. Floki was sure that she would need it sooner or later, which was worried the girl a bit. Helga promised her to teach her how to clean and do housework in this time, as well as she promised to go and buy her more dresses.

Which was what they did, they kept (Y/N) away from the eye of the village and Ragnars family. Floki thought her to fight as good as possible, she proved herself to be a good fighter, while Helga thought her the normal ways of woman in this time. Two months passed like that, days spend with learning and nights spend with talks about the gods. The couple found themselves enjoying the time they spend with the young girl, enjoying the talks and the way they laughed with each other.

Floki found himself talking to Ragnar and his family about the young woman, after a month Ragnar seemed to be impatient to meet the young woman. That was when a fest for the birthday of Ivar came along. „Bring your niece this time Floki“, Ragnar said and while it seemed like a nice request, Floki knew that it wasn't. It was a command. When he returned he found Helga and (Y/N) in front of the fire, talking and laughing. „Tomorrow is the day“, he stated calmly. Both looked up, surprise, worry and fear in their eyes. „Tomorrow?“, the question was evident in the voice and the face of Helga. „He won't wait any longer“, was the answer while Floki drank. Both woman nodded.

„Very well, then let's make you a part of the villiage.“

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