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Ivar the boneless || Headcanon
• Он никогда бы не навязывался тебе до такого безумия, как можно представить. Ивар ранимый мальчик, который может быть травмирован психически, но его привязанность могла бы быть долгое время тайной. Он мог бы быть одержимым, но он очень боится быть отвергнутым, ему будет слишком сложно пережить это. И он знает, что не сможет потребовать чего-то, если ты не клялась ему в верности и преданности.
• Если бы ты была его женщиной, Ивар постарался сделать всё, чтобы ты была счастлива. Он мог бы быть гипер-опекающим и имел бы одержимость тобой, но если это могло бы оттолкнуть тебя, Ивар постарался бы быть хорошим для тебя.
• Mommy kink (?)
Стоит ли писать, как и почему это может у него присутствовать? (всё предельно очевидно)
• Одержимость грудью(?)
Схожая ситуация с предыдущим пунктом.
• Желание научить тебя защищаться. Он определённо научит тебя всему, что могло бы спасти тебе жизнь, заканчивая саксонским языком.
• Попытка обеспечить тебя всем, чего ты пожелаешь и что захочешь. Проявления любви через подарки, материальные вещи один из способов сказать тебе, что он безумно дорожит тобой и любит тебя.
• Стоит ли упоминать, что ваш первый раз будет слишком чувствительным для вас двоих и медленным. Тебе придётся уговаривать его медленно, постепенно и в одну ночь Ивар согласится. Ты будешь единственным человеком, которому он мог бы доверять больше всего. И ты никогда бы не пренебрегла этим.
• Ему не нравится, что его братья или некоторые мужчины косятся в твою сторону, Ивар знает о чём они шепчутся, что думают и знает даже, что некоторые осмелятся предложить тебе себя, называясь настоящим мужчиной. Конечно, Ивар будет доверять тебя, потому что ты никогда не желала вызывать у него подозрений, зная, насколько хрупким может быть доверие. Поэтому ты даже не флиртуешь с ни с кем, игнорируя или запугивая мужчин тем, что расскажешь обо всём Ивару.
• Ты не можешь игнорировать его руки, в конце концов, там, где Ивар мог быть совершенным, он старался.
• Ивар может не любить некоторые вещи в людях, но он простил бы тебе очень многое. И тебе нравится это, знать, что тебя приняли бы любой и со всеми изъянами. Хотя Ивар не находил бы в тебе недостатков, ты не была такой.
(однажды на просторах интернета я нашла мнение, что у Ивара предположительно пограничное расстройство личности. Хотя, у меня нет ссылки на этот пост и может он уже удалён, я не стану отрицать, что это могло быть действительностью. В конце концов, просто гляньте на симптомы и вспомните Ивара.)
• Его вспышки гнева мог иногда затронуть тебя, хотя он старался бы контролировать это, не направляя свою эмоциональность в твою сторону.
• Привязчивость Ивара была бы порой излишней. Ему сложно представить, что тебя не будет рядом больше пары часов.
• У тебя было бы слишком мало пространства. Ты не можешь забыть, каковы его руки на твоём теле, потому что это невозможно. Тебе нравится его ладони, они тёплые, мозолистые и он всегда так нежен с тобой, не желая навредить тебе.
• В конце концов, ты либо можешь согласиться на отношения с ним, либо отказаться с самого начала, потому что Ивар никогда бы не смог просто отпустить тебя.
•Его необходимость в тебе не проявлялась бы в начале, но со временем, он мог бы перейти черту. Поэтому расставание с ним вряд ли прошло бы гладко или вообще произошло бы.
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Fate (Ivar x Reader)
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Ivar x Reader
Warnings: smutty, but no sex
Summary: Wedding night.
A/N: You can read it as a part of The Wanderer and Valkyrie, but works as a standalone too.
The moon is bright and round at the top of the dark sky. It covers the city in a silvery hue, cascading down the roofs and highlighting the drunk idiots who found sleep in different places on the streets. They are lucky it's not cold enough to freeze them by morning. The weather is peaceful and clear, letting you see the stars glinting down at you as you pull the heavy doors shut.
The Great Hall is quiet and calm. The celebration is long over. The air is still heavy with smoke and ale. It fills your nostrils. The alcohol still pumps in your veins, making your chest light and your mind a bit dizzy. A lazy smile plays on your lips as your attention turns to the man sitting on his throne. He watches you too. The paint is smeared all over his face, but it is still not enough to hide the pink blush that spreads across his cheeks when your eyes meet.
"I think I saw Hvitserk hugging a goat to himself outside," you tell him.
"I hope it eats his hair," he replies, and you laugh. Ivar smiles at the melodic sound.
"Don't be mean," you tell him. "He outdid himself today."
Ivar can't argue with your statement. His brother really did everything to make your wedding memorable from the start to the drunk ending.
"You are beautiful," he says instead. He didn't drink enough to admit his brother's surprisingly amazing wedding planner skills, but now as he looks over you, he starts to regret his decision.
The smile you send his way is full of mischief. The white dress hides your curves but still shows off your breasts. He can see the hard peaks of your nipples. Necklaces hang from your neck, glinting in the dim lights. And the crown on your head fits among your braids perfectly. You really look like a queen. His queen.
"What are you thinking?" You ask him. "A man who just married should look happier," you add, placing your thumb between his brows to smooth out the frown on his face.
"I'm happy," he says. "I'm just... I still can't believe you chose me."
"I told you, Ivar," you tell him. "Our future is written and sewed together by the Norns."
He really wants to pay attention to what you say, but it gets harder and harder with every movement you make to get rid of your clothes. Soon, your dress pools around your legs, and you are bare in front of his roaming eyes.
"Leave everything else," he says after you kick off your shoes. The blush deepens on his cheeks at his sudden order. Maybe he shouldn't give orders while clearly, you are the one who knows what you are doing.
But he still doesn't wish you to get rid of the jewelry that adores your skin, highlights your eyes, and makes you so ethereal in his eyes.
"Can I untie my hair?" You ask for his permission, smirking. "These braids are really tight."
"I-I will do it," he says, clearing his throat. "If you come here."
"How nice of you, my husband." The smirk is still on your face. You are mischievous, cheeky, and happy, while Ivar falls from awe to awe the whole time. Climbing up on his lap, you adjust your position above him until his hips are between your knees.
"Is it okay?" You ask, letting some of your weight on his thighs. It's not enough to hurt him, but enough for you to be comfortable.
"Yes," he croaks.
He is gentle and unsure. Your eyelids fall shut every now and again at the feeling of his massaging fingers on your scalp. You relax on his lap while Ivar is all tense and taut. His gaze wanders down your chest every time he is sure you don't watch him. He doesn't even know why he is so sneaky about it. He saw you naked several times, and you are his wife now. He can look at you all he wants.
"Thank you," you sigh when he is done, and your wavy hair is free from the ties and decorations. The only thing he left in its place is the crown at the top of your head.
"You are welcome."
"How are your legs?" You ask him. You are so calm and content it almost drives him crazy. How can you be so collected while he falls apart with every passing minute?
"They are fine," he replies. His every sense is so focused on you that he doubts he would notice if his legs were in pain. He doesn't care about his useless legs. He cares about your weight on him, your sweet smell, your soft touch, and the heat that radiates from you and cocoons him into relaxation.
"What are you waiting for, Ivar?" You ask him, smiling. "Kiss your wife."
His kiss is familiar by now. His tongue traces the line between your lips until you open your mouth and let him in. His large hands land on your hips, squeezing your flesh while you nibble on his bottom lip before letting him push his tongue into your mouth again. Your chest is pressed against his. You can feel the heavy thud of his heartbeat. Your hands slip up on his arms, playing with the ends of the braids at the back of his neck. Your back arches to get closer to him. His low moan vibrates in your throat.
"Wait," you giggle. Your word fan over his lips. "It tickles."
"Sorry," he grunts, not knowing what else he should do with his hands.
Your giggle turns into a smirk. "It's fine," you tell the man, grabbing his hands on your sides. "But here would be better," you add as you place his palms on your breasts. His fingers squeeze the globes in reflex. His eyes are wide as he watches his own hands.
"You are so pretty," he says, flicking his thumb over your nipple before taking the hard peek between his fingers to pinch and pull on it.
"Ivar," you gasp out his name, leaning against his shoulders.
"Did I hurt you?" He asks with a hint of worry in his voice.
"In a good way." Seeing the confusion on his face makes you smile again. "I will explain it later."
Your lips meet in a kiss again. It's hurried and burning. His hands are still on your tits. They fit perfectly in his warm palms just as he thought they would.
"What did I tell you once? When will we have sex?" You ask him. Your breath is hot against his lips, and he needs a few seconds to register your words in his mind.
"We will be together when I know who you are."
"And who am I, Ivar?" You ask, cupping his face with both of your hands. "Tell me."
"You are my fate."
Your lips meet again in a searing kiss.
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Greetings!
I hope you don't mind me sliding in your ask box! I want to request Ivar x fem!reader, who suffers from a condition named vaginismus.
Vaginismus is a condition where the vagina cramps so hardly, that penetration is very painful. It can get treated by mental therapy and slowly getting comfortable with sex. It's mostly caused by traumatic events.
I seek for some wholesomeness combined with Ivar. You don't have to focus on any smut part if you'll feel uncomfortable, sole comfort would be enough!
Feel free to decline! Remember to drink enough and have a lovely day! ❤️
Ivar the Boneless*Does It Hurt?
Pairing: Ivar x f!reader
Word count: 1830
Warnings: insecurities, mentions of painful sex, mentions of shitty exes, make out, fingering, f!receiving oral, p in v sex, Ivar wanting to get revenge on the crappy ex, smut 18+
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Being with Ivar was the best decisions you’d ever made there was only one small issue. You'd never actually *been* with him. its not that you hadn’t had sex before, but it always just seemed to hurt. You’d tried in the past to just push through the pain, usually at the guy’s request, but you were done being in constant pain for someone else’s benefit. Which is partially why the rumours about Ivars’s bedroom mishap didn’t bother you.
You knew it was something he was insecure about and you’d assured him countless times it didn’t bother you. so, one night when you were making out sitting in his lap and you felt something hard pressing into you. You were a bit shocked to say the least. It must have all been nerves but now you were the one who was nervous. It’s not like you didn’t want to do it with Ivar you were just scared.
Ivar’s hand slowly trailed up your leg, stroking over your thigh, till he was squeezing your hip as you moaned into the kiss. You had been with Ivar for a while now, but you had never been *with* him. your hands crept down his shoulders till you were squeezing his muscular arms. Despite the taunts some people liked to make you could feel something hard grinding against your leg.
He broke the kiss but only to trail some down your neck, going between nipping and kissing the sensitive skin. It felt like bliss. His hands slowly began to tug at your skirts, pulling them up so he could feel the soft flesh of your thighs but when you felt him try push them apart you couldn’t help but clamp up, your body going rigid.
Ivar paused his movements, pulling away to face you after a moment, “Is everything okay my love?” he asked. There was a mix of emotions behind his eyes; insecurity, lust but most presently concern.
“I-I,” you began to stutter making Ivar move his hand from your leg to cup your jaw.
He stroked his thumb gently across your skin, “Have you never…?” he asked, voice trailing off.
You took a deep breath before shaking your head, “I have its just,” you said as you sat up in bed, Ivar moving to sit beside you are holding your hand, “It hurts whenever I have before,”
“Hurts how?”
You sighed as you decided you may as well just tell him. the last guy you had told just rolled his eyes and left to find someone else for that night, but Ivar waited patiently as you explained, “Whenever I’ve tried to have sex it just kind of hurts? I don’t know how to explain it. It’s not that I don’t want you,” you said, squeezing his hand, “it just feels like it won’t go in and when it does it just- “
“Hurts?” he said cutting off your rambles, “it’s okay love. We don’t have to- “
“But I want too, I swear I do- “
“I believe you,” he cut you off, moving to hold your face gently. Ivar placed a soft kiss to your lips instantly calming you down, “Is it just when things are going in?” he asked, and you nodded. His eyes moved to scan your frame as his hand moved to rest on your thigh, “We could always try something else,” he said, eyes moving to meet yours with a glint behind them.
You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, “I know men don’t actually like that stuff- “
“What idiot told you that?”
“This guy I used to- “you paused when you saw Ivars’s jaw tense, “It was a long time ago but some of the things he said just kind of stuck with me I guess,”
“Like what?”
You took a deep breath before spilling out, “That guys don’t like that kind of stuff and it was my problem not his. How it was my job to get him off and not the other way around and if I was broken then there were other ways to do that- “
Ivar took your hands tightly in his, making you pause, “No. it is not a job or a chore or anything else. You are not broken. You are just different,” he said, moving one of his hands to rest over your heart, “We both are. That’s what you used to tell me,” he said, his voice low. “You were there for me when no one else was. I want to be there for you. whether we have sex or not and whatever sex is to us. We take it at our pace, okay?”
“Okay,” you whispered back, half on the verge of crying as Ivars other hand moved to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.
Well, it was supposed to be gentle, but you found your lips moving faster and soon you’d moved to straddle his lap as his hands gently squeezed your hips. You could feel his bulge through his trousers and you grinded against it softly making him groan into your mouth.
“Lay on your back,” he mumbled against your lips. you went to speak but he cut you off with a kiss, “trust me,” something about his eyes staring into yours entranced you and soon you were laying down as his lips travelled down your jaw and neck.
You were still in your dress, but his hands soon pulled it up till it was around your waist as he kissed down your collarbones. You felt your body tensed as Ivars’s hand inched closer to your core. “We’ll go slow, okay? tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered. You nodded quickly and sucked in your breath when you felt his fingers push against your clit.
He moved them in slow circles as his lips sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck. Little moans escaped your lips, and you heard Ivar chuckle when your hips began to buck. You whined when he pulled his fingers away but watched with fixed eyes as he shuffled down your body till his hot breath fanned over your cunt.
Ivar began to kiss your inner thighs, leading a trail up to your core. When his tongue licked up your cunt you couldn’t help but gasp. It soon turned into a moan however when his mouth wrapped around your clit. Your hand quickly found his hair, tugging on it gently which only seemed to spur his movements on as he groaned against your cunt sending shivers down your spine.
You could feel a strange new sensation growing in your stomach. “Please,” you murmured, “Don’t stop,” you began to beg, and Ivar had no intensions of stopping anytime soon. he moved down till you could feel his tongue poking at your hole, easing in so he could gently fuck you with his tongue while his nose rubbed against your clit.
The sensation had you gripping his hair tightly, your hips bucking inadvertently as you grinded gently on his face. Ivar locked his arms around your thighs, stopping you from wiggling away as he continued his merciless assault on your cunt till, he felt your thighs squeezing around his head.
A stream of profanity and his name fell from your lips as you felt yourself crash over the wall. Ivar didn’t move however till he was sure you’d ridden out your peak. When he did pull back his eyes were dark as he moved to kiss your lips hard as you moaned into the kiss.
His fingers trailed up your slit before gently pushing the tip of his finger in, “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered as he pushed further in, curling his finger inside of you making you moan. it hurt a little but not enough to want to stop. You might scream if he stopped as he began to slowly fuck you with one finger before slowly adding another.
His thumb moved to rub circles over your clit, and you could feel another peak quickly approaching, “Ivar?” you mumbled against his lips.
“Yes love?” he asked, pulling away with panting breath.
“I want you to fuck me,” you said, taking him by surprise as his eyes went wide.
He quickly tried to cover up his reaction, “Are you sure?”
“Please don’t make me beg,” you pouted but it just sparked a joy behind his eyes.
“Maybe I’d like it if you did,” he said, pulling his fingers out which made you whine until you saw him pushing his trousers down, releasing his painfully hard cock.
He moved till his tip was lined with your hole when he paused, “Tell me if- “
“I will, I promise,” you said, grabbing his face and making him look you in the eyes, “I trust you,”
His eyes went soft for a moment before he nodded and slowly began to push in. he stopped when he saw you hissing as you adjusted to his size but kept going at your encouragement. “Fuck,” he gasped as he pushed the last bit in, “You feel so good,”
You waited a moment, adjusting to the size before moving your hips. Ivar quickly got the hint and began to set a gentle pace. That was till your legs moved to wrap around his waist and Ivar began fucking you faster, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he moaned your praises in your ear.
His hand moved between your bodies, finding your clit as he rubbed fast circles into your abused nerves. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin which only made it harder for him not to cum right then and there. But he did his best to hold off. You however felt your second orgasm quickly approaching and soon your cunt began to squeeze around his cock as you hit your peak, mumbling his name over and over as you did.
The sight of it, the feeling, it was too much for Ivar as he gripped onto the bed tightly as he pumped his final few thrusts before spilling inside you. Ivar collapsed on top of you in a panting heap. His head was resting on your chest as you rubbed his back gently. “Did I hurt you?” he mumbled through half closed eyes.
“No Ivar, it was perfect,”
Ivar lifted his head with a soft smile, “No you were perfect,” he moved to lay next to you, pulling his shirt over his head to use to clean you up before you settled into bed to cuddle. It was a perfect silence. Well for a few moments, “Who was he?”
“Who was who?”
“The man you were seeing before,” Ivar said making you turn to look at him.
Your eyes scanned his face, but he could hide his emotions when he wanted to, “Why?” you asked sceptically.
“No reason. Just think we should have a little talk is all,”
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Request for Anonymous
Gif Source: Ivar
Imagine Ivar the Boneless tasking you to find ways to bring him pleasure
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You simply grin at his request, moving forward to sit on his never feeling lap. You glide your hands over his braided hair, gently your nails behind his ears causing him to shiver slightly as they move lower to press against his chest. You sigh at the feel of him, loving the feeling of his muscles twitching and moving beneath you even if there is no movement between his legs. “Ivar, there are so many ways I could give you pleasure. So many places to touch, caress, bite, hurt, heal. Unable to feel pleasure in one way does not mean there are none. I would be oh so very happy to show you this.”
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UNEXPECTED
Part 2 (sequel #3 to UNLEASHED and UNDENIABLE)
Alex + Modern Ivar
Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk
If you're new here and want to catch up, just scroll down my page, and the first chapter to UNLEASHED is at the bottom, then UNDENIABLE, and now, UNEXPECTED...
This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥
Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected.
Inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍
Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut 🤣 Each chapter will have it's own warnings.
This chapter: A little smut, of course, the feels, mentions of Ivar's ex love and the insecurities that brings with it, parents reactions to finding out their boys are together romantically
Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!
Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣
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Before they knew it, the morning sun was shining through the bedroom windows and Alex stirred, still in Ivar's arms. As he started to get up, Ivar's arms tightened around him, "Umm-uh. Not yet," Ivar mumbled, sleep still thick in his voice. "Why are you already awake?"
"I'm just going to the bathroom. I'll be right back," Alex laughed.
"Ok," Ivar responded without even opening his eyes. "When you get back I need your help with something," he said, grabbing his morning wood through his boxers and shaking it toward Alex.
"Oh my God! You're despicable, Ivar!" Alex got to his feet and threw a pillow at Ivar, laughing harder now.
"Yes, and you love me for it," Ivar laughed.
When Alex returned, there he saw Ivar, fast asleep, laying on his back, morning glory on display through his boxers, looking quite irresistible. He thought about it for a second and then walked over to the bedroom door. He shook it roughly, ensuring that it was indeed locked, and walked back over to the bed.
He stood at the foot of the bed for another moment and just watched Ivar's chest move up and down as he breathed heavily. He looked so pleasant and peaceful that he almost didn't want to disturb him. Almost.
Alex pulled the sheet back, off of Ivar and Ivar groaned a little but continued in his deep slumber. Alex slowly crawled over Ivar's body and stopped just over his waist. He leaned down and placed a warm, wet kiss just below Ivar's navel, on his happy trail, making Ivar jolt involuntarily. As Alex began to pull Ivar's boxers down, Ivar immediately grabbed them tightly and sat up, "What? What the fuck is..?" and he then realized what was happening and who was undressing him.
"Well, good morning, sunshine," Alex told him in a very sultry voice as he kissed him deeply then pulled away. "Now, lay back down, babe," and Ivar gladly did as he was told.
Alex continued with removing Ivar's boxers, only this time, with Ivar's help. Ivar grinned approvingly as he looked down at Alex, dropping the boxers to the floor.
Alex leaned up and forward over Ivar, caging him. Ivar raised his hands to grab Alex and pull him into another kiss but Alex caught his hands. He then, quickly threw them up by his head, holding them firmly in place. "Not so quick, now. I need you to just lay back and enjoy," Alex grinned and leaned down and licked Ivar's lips. Ivar didn't know what had gotten into Alex this morning but he liked it.
"Now, I'm going to let go of your hands but you have to leave them here by your head. If you move them or touch me, you'll be punished."
"Oohh. Punished? You promise?" Ivar asked all excitedly.
"Yes, but not how you're thinking, babe. Punished, meaning everything will stop, and you'll have to beg."
"Ha! Beg! Right!" Ivar rolled his eyes.
"Well, you've been warned," Alex slowly let go of Ivar's hands. He leaned down to face Ivar and he stopped just as his mouth was right above Ivar's. As he got a little closer, he slowly and gently kissed Ivar. Just as Ivar began to deepen the kiss, Alex pulled away from him. He hovered just above him again and Ivar almost grabbed him and pulled him back down into another kiss before he remembered Alex's rule.
Ivar groaned, "Kiss me again."
Alex leaned back down and just as he reached Ivar's mouth, he stopped and heavily breathed into Ivar's mouth, causing Ivar to moan. "I'm in charge here this time, Ivar. Not you," Alex grinned. Ivar grunted but didn't move his hands.
Alex then licked Ivar's lips again and softly bit his bottom one before beginning to lightly kiss down his jaw toward his neck. He feathered light, wet kisses to the nape of Alex's neck and then withdrew his mouth and lightly blew hot air onto where he'd been kissing. Ivar arched his back and moaned, "Fuck, babe! You've got to let me touch you."
"Not a chance," Alex grinned into Ivar's neck as he licked it, sending chills coursing all through Ivar's body.
"FUCK!"
Alex continued to kiss and nibble down Ivar's collarbone, to his chest as Ivar squirmed. Ivar gritted his teeth, together and placed his hands on his own head and in his hair attempting to prevent himself from grabbing Alex like he was dying to. He began to sweat. He hadn't realized how hard this would be for him.
Alex lightly touched Ivar's smooth chest with his fingertips, dragging them along behind his warm kisses, as he continued to make his way lower down Ivar's chest and stomach. When he reached Ivar's belly button, he placed his plump lips over it and kissed it as he dipped his tongue into it.
Ivar lost it. His hands automatically went to Alex, one landing on his head, tangling in his hair, and the other on his shoulder and back. He pulled Alex's hair without even thinking as he groaned in complete dismay. He squeezed Alex's shoulder tightly and tried to pull him back up to face him. "Damn! Alex! I want you!" He breathed out heavily.
Alex sat up on his knees, pulling away from Ivar completely. "I hope you're ready to beg. Your orders were to keep your hands by your head."
Ivar looked him straight in the face, "Fuck! You were serious about that, love? I'm sorry. Just, umm, damn, come back and finish what you started."
Alex smiled and placed his hand in his own boxers and began to slowly stroke his manhood, "I have no problem finishing on my own while I watch you lay there and squirm. You chose the punishment and the punishment is you have to beg."
Ivar rolled his eyes and groaned as if he was in physical pain, "Fuck!"
Alex pulled his own boxers down just enough for Ivar to get a good view of his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock as he slowly pumped up and down. He licked his lips while looking into Ivar's eyes, "This could be you, babe." He rolled his eyes into the back of his head, exaggerating his movements, and dramatically moaned, "Or I can just finish, myself, while you watch. Oh and it feels so good," he whimpered.
Ivar practically growled, "Damn you! You know what you licking your lips does to me, you little tease!"
In a sultry voice, Alex said, "Then beg. Beg for what you want, Ivar. Beg and your wish is my command. Just beg." Alex licked his lips again, this time even slower than before and then bit his bottom lip.
"Oh hell! Just come back. Place your hands on me again. Put your mouth on me, anywhere, just put it back on me and finish what you started. Oh my God! PLEASE! Please, love, I need to feel your mouth on me again. Please, for my sanity, please come back and let me feel that magical fucking mouth of yours again. Fuck! Please!"
"And what will you do with your hands? Hummm?"
Ivar moaned out between heavy pants, "Fuck! I'll cut them off if you need me to! Just fucking touch me again with your mouth and hands. Please! I won't touch you again until you say I can. I fucking promise! Just please!"
Ivar began to whine and Alex felt pleased knowing he had this power over him. "Ok, I think I've tortured you enough. Put both of your hands by your head and leave them there." Ivar immediately did as he was told and even placed both hands under his head to try to prevent himself from his temptation, looking down at Alex to see what he'd do next.
Alex ran his fingertips down Ivar's chest, reveling in the feel of his hard body and soft skin under his touch. Ivar squirmed as he sighed with relief. Alex then bent back down and looking up at Ivar, dragged his tongue from Ivar's collarbone to his belly button. Ivar whelped in sheer pleasure, his body writhing underneath Alex's hands and mouth.
Alex pulled barely an inch from Ivar and spoke into his abdomen, breathing his hot air onto Ivar's wet skin and causing Ivar to arch his back, his head digging into the pillow behind him. "I'm going to kiss you here again, babe," he breathed heavily, "But don't you fucking move your hands."
Ivar screwed his eyes shut and did all he could not to move his hands. He needed Alex to continue pleasing him even if it was also torture. Alex opened his mouth over Ivar's navel and gently kissed it as if he were kissing Ivar's mouth. As his wet lips rubbed against Ivar's skin, he stuck his tongue out and licked and sucked his belly button. Ivar grabbed handfuls of his own hair and pulled, feeling helpless, wanting nothing more than to touch Alex. He longed to feel him in his hands but he restrained himself and let Alex take control. It was really his first time giving someone this kind of control over himself and he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it and hated it at the same time.
Alex looked up at Ivar, seductively, into his lust filled eyes and smiled when Ivar growled at him. While his hands continued to lightly rub across Ivar's chest and stomach, he continued to kiss futher down Ivar's happy trail.
As Alex got closer to Ivar's swollen cock, Ivar's breathing sped up in anticipation, his toes curled and his entire body stiffened. Alex's hands trailed from his stomach down to his hips where he grabbed on tightly, sending chills throughout Ivar's body.
Alex turned his head toward Ivar's every ready cock that was standing firm against his body. Purposely breathing heavily, he licked up the side of it from the base to the tip. He then moved his head and did the same thing on the other side of Ivar's hard dick. Every nerve in Ivar's body tingled at the sensation and his hips bucked forward. Ivar let out a wailing growl and moaned, "Alex, love, please, can I touch you?"
Alex glanced up at Ivar as he sucked the tip of his dick into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, causing Ivar to shut his eyes tightly as he whimpered. Alex answered him with his dick still in his mouth, "Umm humm."
Ivar yanked his head up and looked down at Alex, "Yes, I can finally fucking touch you?"
Alex repeated the humming sound, "Umm humm," sending rumbling vibrations into Ivar's dick and through to his core.
Ivar groaned, "Fuck yes!" He leaned forward and grabbed Alex with one hand on his head, tangling his fingers in his hair. His other hand caressed what bit of Alex's arm and hand he could reach, still planted tightly on Ivar's hip. He left his hand on top of Alex's and laid back down on the bed.
Alex pulled Ivar's hips into him, striving for even more closeness, as he hungrily sank his mouth down over Ivar's entire cock. Ivar grunted at the feeling and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Alex found his pace and began to rhythmically bob up and down on Ivar's cock, swirling his tongue all around as he did.
Animalistic sounds escaped Ivar's mouth as Alex worked his magic. Ivar's legs trembled, and body arched again as Alex moved his hand from his hip to cup his balls. He gently moved Ivar's balls in sync with the bobbing of his head, and it was simply driving Ivar insane. "Awww, hell! Fuck!" Ivar yelled. "I can't take anymore! I need you, Alex! Fuck!" He growled.
Alex ignored him and continued to suck on him. Hard. He went as far down on Ivar as he could, nearly causing himself to gag, and slowly sucked all the way back up to the tip of his dick as he looked up and into Ivar's eyes. When he reached the tip, he swirled his tongue around it, while simultaneously sucking, before letting his dick out of his mouth with a pop. Alex grinned as Ivar tensed and mumbled out obscenities, his hands now white knuckled and tangled in the sheets.
Alex kissed down the under side of Ivar's very stout manhood until he got to his balls. He flicked his tongue across them, feeling very relieved that Ivar loved grooming himself and was waxed bald, causing Ivar to hiss, sweat rolling down his temple.
Alex pushed both of Ivar's legs up and back, exposing better access to his ass. Ivar instantly clinched his cheeks together and Alex chuckled, "I promise I'm not going to hurt you, babe. Relax."
Alex began kissing and sucking under Ivar's balls and to the soft skin between them and his hole. As he lightly nibbled the skin, Ivar yelled out incoherent words. Alex continued on, finally reaching Ivar's sensitive opening. He quickly licked across it, causing Ivar to jolt his hips forward. He then lowered his face and licked around the rim and began giving Ivar the most sensual kisses he'd ever received to a part of his body that wasn't his mouth.
Ivar's eyes widened as he looked down to Alex, in complete disbelief at how good this felt. He squirmed and panted, struggling to keep his breathing steady, as Alex practically made love to his ass with his mouth and tongue. It was like nothing Ivar had ever experienced before.
With his tongue flattened out, Alex then made a long, thick stroke from Ivar's hole, across his balls, and back up his twitching dick, finally sucking the tip back into his mouth. Ivar began to salivate at the sight below him as Alex instantly went back to his expert work.
One of Ivar's hands found it's way to Alex's hair, grabbing a handful, and tugged on it while the other nearly ripped a hole into the sheets. Alex kept bobbing up and down and Ivar knew he was close. He somehow managed to speak and said, "I-I'm so close. Wh-what about you, love?"
Alex raised a hand, not wanting to pull away from Ivar, and motioned his finger back and forth, saying no. Ivar answered, "Now, that's not fair. Turn your body around so that your crotch is in my face, and then we can pleasure eachother." Again, Alex waved his finger back and forth, saying no to Ivar.
Ivar wasn't able to protest as he lost complete control when Alex held onto his hips and greedily pulled him even closer and as deep into his mouth as possible. With a final hard suck and twirl of Alex's tongue, Ivar felt the heat raging within his body. "Al-Alex! I-I'm com..." Ivar moaned out, "MOVE! I'M COMING!"
Alex continued to hungrily suck Ivar, milking him for every drop, as Ivar groaned and growled through gritted teeth, shooting his load down Alex's throat.
Ivar's breathing was irratic as he pulled on Alex's shoulders, attempting to pull him back up his body. Alex quickly understood what Ivar wanted and slowly let his cock pop out of his mouth, licking his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and seductively crawled back over Ivar.
Once he reached Ivar, face to face, Ivar began, "Oh fuck! I-I'm so sorry! I tried to warn you. Shit! I'm sorry."
Alex placed a finger over Ivar's lips, "Shhh. It's ok. I had time to move. I didn't want to. Even I am surprised at how much I enjoyed this." And it was true. Alex hadn't expected to let Ivar finish in his mouth but he enjoyed knowing that what he was doing directly affected Ivar so immensely that he wanted to "seal the deal" in a sense. He blushed, "Is it ok if I kiss you now?"
Looking deeply into Alex's eyes, Ivar answered, "Hell, yes!" and pulled Alex down and they began passionately kissing, tongues wrestling, hands roaming, chests heaving as they shared the air between them. As the realization of everything circled through his mind, Ivar broke the kiss and said, "Oh my God, Alex. That was another first for us and umm," he took a second to catch his breath, "That was pretty fucking amazing. To what do I owe this surprise?"
"Nothing. I just love you. Simple as that," Alex hummed and settled in the bed beside Ivar. "I'm actually sleepy again now."
Ivar grinned, "So, now I know how to keep you in bed past 7 am in the mornings, finally. Just wear you out with hot, steamy sex," they both chuckled. "Mental note taken. This should be fun." He kissed Alex on the forehead as his arms engulfed him, pulling him even closer than he already was. In a matter of minutes, they were both off to sleep again.
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"Guys! Mom's calling us down for breakfast! Hey, guys, wake up! Let's eat," Hvitserk knocked on Ivar's bedroom door and continued down the hall and downstairs when he heard Ivar grumble something back. "I guess they're coming, mom, but does that mean I have to wait on them? I'm starving."
Aslaug rolled her eyes at Hvitserk, "I don't believe I've ever seen you when you weren't. It won't kill you to wait five more minutes." She glanced over to you, "How do you put up with him, dear?"
You laughed nervously. You could definitely understand Alex's apprehension around her. If nothing else, she was certainly intimidating.
About that time, Ivar came bouncing down the stairs. "Good morning," he sang as he walked passed Hvitserk, thumping him in the back of his head. He rounded the table and took a seat.
"Damn, man, you sure seem happy. What's up with that?" Hvitserk grinned evily and Ivar kicked him under the table. "Where's Alex? I'm hungry," Hvitserk grumbled as you and Ivar laughed at him.
Aslaug turned from the coffee pot, placing cups in front of each of you. "Good morning, dear. Yes, where is Alex?"
Alex entered at that very moment, cheeks red as Aslaug and he made eye contact, and he sat down beside Ivar. Ivar placed his hand on top of Alex's, ignoring his wide eyed stare, and gently squeezed it. Alex couldn't help how nervous he was after the night's turn of events with Aslaug.
You noticed this and looked over at Alex questionly. He only shrugged his shoulders at you.
Things began to feel a little less stressful as the five of you ate. You all talked and laughed and discussed what a good cook Aslaug was.
Alex thanked her for breakfast and said he'd get the dishes, aiming for some brownie points. You took the plates to the kitchen with him and offered to help, seizing the opportunity to talk to him and ask what it was that you'd clearly missed. As the two of you began cleaning up from breakfast, Alex began telling you about what happened with Aslaug the night before.
Still sitting in the dining room, Aslaug looked at her two boys and then back to Ivar. "Ivar, we still need to have that talk. It's really important. Maybe after you two take them," and she motioned toward the kitchen, "back home."
"No, mom," Ivar interrupted her, "anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Alex. I'm sorry, mom, but he and I are together and we're in love. I hate you found out the way you did, but I really hope you can understand and accept that."
"That's not it at all, dear. It's just that, well, what I need to tell you is extremely important and very personal and I'm not even a hundred percent sure you'll want Hvitserk here."
"Honestly, mom, knowing that it's about Katia," Hvitserk nearly choked on his coffee as Ivar continued, "I'm seriously not even interested. That part of my life is over."
"Well, I have a feeling that all is going to change, dear," Aslaug answered him, "If you don't hear it from me, I'm sure she will find you herself."
You and Alex walked in at that very moment, not knowing you'd just saved Ivar. The tension in the room was thick as the two of you sat back down at the table. You looked at Hvitserk and you instantly knew how glad he was that you two came back when you did. He leaned over and kissed you quickly.
Ivar looked at Alex and then back to Aslaug, "Mom, I'm going to give Ivar a ride home now. I'll be back in time to drive you to the airport." Ivar didn't give her time to respond but stood and reached for Alex's hand. Alex looked up at him, placed his hand in his, and stood with him. He then followed Ivar up the stairs to his room.
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"What the hell was that all about?" Alex asked Ivar as he closed the door behind him.
Ivar turned to him, trying to let his stress roll off his shoulders. He stepped to Alex and hugged him tightly, burying his face in Alex's neck, breathing a sigh of relief. "Hey, hey, what is it? What happened?" Alex was concerned now.
Ivar pulled away from him and said, "Oh, it's just that mom is determined to give me this news of Katia's, and, Alex, I seriously don't want to hear it. I'm worried she'll wait until we're in the car ride to the airport, where I don't have another choice, and dump it all out on me."
Alex thought for a moment before responding. He didn't want to push Ivar's buttons but he had to ask, "Ivar, do you think it worries you so much because you may possibly still have feelings for her? And whatever this news is may just change how you see things?" Alex held his breath as he waited for Ivar's response.
Ivar stood straight and firmly answered, "Oh, God, no, Alex, not at all. I'm so sorry I've worried you." He held Alex's face between his hands and gave him a quick kiss. "That's not it. I just umm, well, I seriously feel like I owe her nothing. I know you know, I gave my all and then some and she just umm, she broke me," he sighed and dropped his head. "I'm actually worried of just the opposite. I'm worried what I may say to her, how mean and evil I know I'll be, and umm, the worst part is I don't feel sorry for it. I think it's better if she just leaves me alone. I don't want to feel like that again and I don't want to be cruel but I think I resent her for what she put me through and I don't want that to come out now. Not now that I'm finally over it and happy with my life, happier than I've ever been before." He kissed Alex once more, "And that's thanks to you. I don't want her ruining this, us."
Alex felt torn. He felt horrible for Ivar and all that he knew he'd been through and understood exactly where he was coming from but he also still felt worried. He couldn't help it. Even as Ivar spoke of her, Alex could only think about how hurt Ivar still sounded and felt like that meant that deep down, Ivar still had some kind of feelings for her. He hoped he was wrong and that Ivar would be able to keep to his plan but it was in the back of head now and he knew it would be until they knew what she wanted.
Alex decided not to press the subject. He would respect Ivar's decision and hope for the best. "Oh, come here," Alex stretched out his arms to Ivar and hugged him tightly. "I love you," he said in Ivar's ear as he brushed away his hair and kissed him on the side of his head. He felt Ivar begin to relax in his arms and he loved knowing he had this affect on him, that he was able to help him even if only a little. "Look, don't worry. If she starts to tell you anything you don't want to hear, just tell her. Refuse to listen. Hell, blast your radio," Alex laughed. "But, it will be time for you to take her soon so hey, can I get that ride now?"
Ivar perked up, "Oh, you can get that ride anytime you want, love," Ivar flirted.
Alex let go of him, face in his palm, and said, "Oh, what was I thinking? I should have chosen my words better. You're a mess. Let's go, hornball," Alex said, laughing, and the two of them left quickly, shouting goodbyes to everyone.
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It was 1 a.m., and Alex heard a knock at the door. Luckily, he was still awake, just finishing up some studying in bed, so he got up to see if it was who he hoped.
Looking through the peephole on his front door, Alex smiled. He opened the door, "To what do I owe this surprise?"
A drunken Ivar stumbled through the door, "I couldn't wait until tomorrow. I needed to see you now. Can I," he burped mid-sentence, "Can I stay here tonight?"
Alrx laughed, "Of course, babe. Come in." Alex looked out on the street and saw Hvitserk in Ivar's car. He waved and drove off.
Alex helped Ivar as he stumbled through the apartment to Alex's bedroom. He pulled his t-shirt off and fell, face first, onto Alex's bed. "Are you ok, Ivar?"
"Yes," Ivar answered, "Umm, can I have a glass of water?"
When Alex returned with a water, to his surprise, Ivar was sitting up against the headboard. "Thank you," Ivar told Alex as he grabbed the glass and drank all of the water in one huge gulp. "Can I just lay here with you, love?"
"Of course, you can, but Ivar, what's wrong?" Alex felt extremely uneasy. He knew something had happened. He just wasn't sure what.
"Umm, not what you think. Don't worry, but umm, yes, Katia," Ivar's voice sounded cold.
Alex's heart sank. He hadn't went to the bar tonight because he had a big exam on Monday that he desperately needed to study for and he knew they'd be busy tomorrow because the two of them were supposed to go visit Alex's mom.
Now that he saw how Ivar was and knew he'd seen Katia, he could only assume Ivar was heartbroken all over again, and it scared him to his core. "Ivar, umm, what happened then?Umm, what did she tell you?"
Ivar moved closer to Alex and Alex, sensing exactly what he needed, wrapped his arms around him tightly, and waited for him to get his thoughts together.
Ivar sighed and began, "First off, yes, I've been drinking, but no, I'm not shitfaced and even though I apparently have no balance," he laughed, "I am thinking clearly and will remember this conversation."
He was so precisely clear that Alex knew he was telling the truth. "Ok, noted, but ummm, what do I not know, Ivar? What did she say?"
Ivar stiffened up in Alex's arms as be began again, "Alex, she came to the fucking bar to find me. She only just saw my mom yesterday and tonight she already brought her smart-ass to the bar, looking for me. The one fucking night when you weren't with me." He sat back up beside Alex in the bed and ran his hands through his hair. "Alex, when I saw her, all these emotions came rushing through me. She was just as beautiful as she always was, if not more, if that's even possible and..."
Alex placed his fingers over Ivar's mouth, interrupting him, "That's enough. I can't fucking sit here and listen to you tell me how beautiful your fucking ex fiance still is. Just break it off with me already and stop torturing me for fuck's sake." Alex's voice was cold and harsh even though he really was about to completely crumble inside. The very thing he'd been worried about was happening.
Ivar reached his left hand across Alex's body and cupped his right cheek, turning his face toward him. "No, Alex. No, that's not what I'm saying. Not at all. Let me finish, love. She was beautiful, yes, but when I saw her, the emotions that flooded my view, my heart, and my soul were emotions about you! I saw her and her beauty, and all I could think about was getting back home to you. I felt no love for her at all. It just made me realize just how much I do love you. She has no power over me now! Do you realize how empowering that is for me? I didn't even feel hate, Alex, and that, I totally expected to feel. I had no desire to get even with her or hurt her or be cruel or rude to her. I simply felt nothing. And yes, I could see how pretty she still is. I mean, I'm not blind, but it meant nothing to me." Ivar smiled as he wiped a tear from Alex's cheek.
"However, I still have no wish to talk to her. I don't care what she has to say. She's a stranger to me now. I was going to have one of the bouncers throw her out, but even that felt wrong so I had a few celebratory shots with Hvitserk, well, you know, he had coke, and then I asked him to bring me here. I had to see you. I had to tell you I love you! I love you, Alex, with all my heart, body, and soul. I never want to leave you. You're my world."
Alex was completely stunned out of his mind. That all was totally unexpected. He thought this conversation was going to end with the two of them breaking up and calling it quits altogether. He stared into Ivar's eyes, "I, umm, I thought you were ending it. I thought you and Katia were getting back together. Umm, you've shocked me. I, uh, I love you, too," Alex's eyes were full of tears that he tried to blink away.
Ivar leaned over to him, "Not a chance!" and he gave him a sloppy kiss. "I told you, you can't get rid of me that easily."
"So you still don't know what she wants then, huh?"
"No, and I don't care," Ivar had never been so sure of anything else before. Alex, on the other hand, still had an uneasy feeling about it all, but he tried his best to ignore it.
The two laid there, wrapped in eachother's arms, which was quickly becoming one of their favorite ways to sleep, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Alex and Ivar had planned to go visit Alex's mom on Sunday. They'd always went by to see her a Sunday or two each month, even back when they were only friends, and she'd been calling Alex to ask when they were coming next. She told him that it had been too long and she was beginning to get worried.
On the drive there, Alex asked Ivar about Aslaug. "So, how was the trip to the airport yesterday?"
"It actually wasn't all that bad. Mom told me that the more she thought about it, she felt like it wasn't her place to tell me whatever this big thing is with Katia. She told me she was going to let me talk to Katia on my own time and on my terms and said I can call her if I need her," Ivar sounded so pleased but it didn't make Alex feel any better at all.
Alex swallowed thickly, "And umm, what umm, what about us? What did she say about that?" Alex could only imagine.
"She actually didn't mention walking in on us at all! So you know me, I didn't either," Ivar laughed. "I'll wait and let her ask about us or say something whenever she's ready. I'm sure she just has to take time to just process it all."
Alex looked over at him and said, "Well, hopefully, when she does mention it, she will be ok with it all."
"Don't worry, love," Ivar reassured him, "I'm sure she will. Now, what about Mama Hogh? Are we telling her today or what?"
Alex's heart stopped, "Umm, I honestly don't know. I think I'm equally worried about her reaction, too."
"Well, look, no pressure. I'll leave it all up to you. It doesn't have to be today. I have you with me whether she knows or not, so I'm all good. I'll take your lead with this," Ivar's words didn't really help Alex feel any better but at least he knew he didn't have to tell his mom anything if it didn't feel right.
Alex was truly thankful for Ivar's understanding. He hadn't expected that telling their parents about their relationship would be such a difficult task but he realized it was because of not wanting to let them down, not wanting to burst their bubble about not having grandkids and he wondered if this was true for other same sex couples. He knew if he had the opportunity to stay with Ivar from now on, he would, and he knew that meant no child to carry on his name. He just wasn't sure how his mother would take that, and it definitely worried him.
He knew there were other options for them to raise a child together, but they'd certainly never discussed anything like that. They hadn't even discussed where they saw their relationship headed, and he was ok with that, so he wasn't planning on rocking that boat anytime soon. All he knew was that he loved Ivar like no other and he was happy just the way they were. Now, to tackle the subject with his mom.
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After the two of them helped her in the kitchen, preparing their meal, Ivar, Alex, and his mom sat down at the table to eat. She had watched them the entire time because they seemed almost as one, in sync, and so happy and well, different.
"Ok, what are you guys not telling me? Spill it," she asked, looking straight at them both.
Alex squirmed a little in his seat, and she didn't miss it. He and Ivar looked at eachother and then back to her. In the calmest voice he could muster, Alex answered, "What do you mean, mom?"
"Aww, don't you try to play that innocent game with me. You know I see straight through it. I don't know, there's just something different about the two of you, and you're trying to hide it. But boys, you're failing miserably, so just tell me. You know Mama Hogh knows her boys better than this."
Alex wanted to tell his mom, but not like this, when he was put on the spot so unexpectedly. He needed to prepare himself for her reaction, and right now, he had no idea what that would be. So he tried, desperately, to change the subject. "Mom, when is Anna and her new boyfriend coming to finally meet us? I miss her, and I'd love to finally meet this guy who is taking up all of her time."
She stuck her finger up and shook it back and forth at him. "Oh, no, mister. You're not getting out of this that easily. We'll talk about Anna later. We have all evening anyway. Before you make me worry, just tell me, Alex, what are you hiding?"
Ivar just looked at Alex to handle everything. He knew he was the one not ready to tell his mom. Ivar, however, didn't mind at all to tell her. He didn't think her reaction was going to be quite the world stopper that Alex seemed to believe. So he just settled in letting Alex answer her in whatever way he felt fit.
Determined, Alex finally answered, "Seriously, mom, what do you think we're hiding? We simply just came for dinner with you while dad's out of town. The same as we always have. What is there that's different?"
"Well, I'm hoping the two of you finally figured out what I've already known for quite some time now and that you're happy about it. I won't say what I'm thinking, though, because if I'm wrong, it would be super embarrassing, so you're just going to have to come clean."
Alex and Ivar both gulped, and their eyes were wide with shock now. "May I use your restroom, mom?" Ivar asked, trying to leave this uncomfortable situation.
"No, you may not! I am waiting for one of you to tell me what it is that you're hiding. I'm not dropping it until you spill the beans. Alex Hogh Andersen, out with it!"
Alex was already giving up. He knew how stubborn his mom could be. He knew that was a quality he'd definitely gotten from her. He looked at Ivar, who knodded, so he decided to answer her truthfully this time. "Well, mom, ummm Ivar and I umm, well, we're together."
"No shit. I'm not blind. So? Continue," she answered, not quite understanding what he meant.
"No, I mean, we're together, together, mom. Like as a couple."
The room was filled with silence. One of her hands covered her mouth as she placed the other over her heart, her eyes filling with tears.
Ivar's heart sank. He had so not expected this. Not for a second. If she had been anyone else, he would have definitely told her what she could do with her tears, and they'd be leaving immediately. This was supposed to be a happy time, a time for the two of them to celebrate. And now, his heart was breaking and even more for Alex. He knew what his mom's opinion meant to him.
Alex reached out and placed his hand over hers on her heart. "See, mom? This is why I didn't want to tell you. We're actually really, really happy with this, and I hoped you could be happy for us as well. It's all still so new to us both. I didn't think now was the right time to tell you as we are still adjusting ourselves. If you can't accept it, we can give you time. We can leave, mom, but this isn't something that your tears are going to be able to change. I, umm, I love Ivar, mom." He squeezed her hand and fought his own tears. His words hurt him so much.
She abruptly stood up from the table and reached out to Alex. She blurted out, all at once, "No way! I don't want you guys to leave! You misunderstand my tears, dear. I am absolutely thrilled for you! I am happy, Alex. I'm so happy to see you happy! I knew it! I've known for a long time. Before you two knew. You've been more than just friends for quite a while, but you were both just too damn stubborn to give it a chance! Oh, thank God you came to your senses! Now come here and give Mama a hug!"
Alex was completely dumbfounded. He definitely had not expected that. He stood up and hugged her so tightly, tears streaming down his face. "Oh, mom. Thank you so much. You don't know the burden you've just lifted off my shoulders. I was so worried you'd hate me."
"Oh, Alex, don't be silly. Always so dramatic." She looked at Ivar, still sitting at the table and watching them in complete shock. "Ivar, get up here and hug Mama Hogh. You've always been my second son, and now, you really are, and I need to let you know how happy you've made me, choosing my son."
Ivar did as he was told, and the three of them stood in a group hug. Ivar, however, fought back his tears. He wasn't that comfortable yet.
They finally sat back down at the table to finish their meal, all smiles. Alex couldn't help his curiosity, so he just asked her flat out, "Mom, what's made you so accepting of this? Of us?"
After thinking for a second, she finally answered him. "Well, aside from the fact that I've always adored Ivar, here, and am happy if you are, I've learned from my own mistakes."
"Meaning?" Alex pressed.
"Well, meaning I couldn't bear to know your heartbreak was my fault again. I should have never told you to leave," and she looked at Ivar nervously, "Umm, to leave her who should not be named back in Paris."
Alex swallowed thickly, and he answered softly, "Mom, you didn't tell me to leave her."
"Well, no," she answered, "But I told you to bring her home with you and that whatever happened, not to stay there but to return home, her by your side if that's what it took. It was selfish of me, sweetheart. I guilted you into returning, probably when you would have chosen to stay. And I will always regret it and will always be deeply sorry I did that to you. I wasn't blind to your heartbreak, and the guilt of knowing it was my fault will always haunt me. I'm so deeply sorry, dear." She dropped her head and placed her hand over Alex's on the table.
He sat in awkward silence for a moment. The memories of everything she'd just mentioned still stung him a bit, he had to admit, but he knew his mom didn't know the entire story. She wasn't entirely to blame, as she thought, but now was not the time to open that can of worms. "Mom, nothing is your fault. There's so much more to that story, and none of it is important now. Don't hold yourself accountable for the good or bad things that have happened in my personal life. I'm just happy you accept Ivar and I, regardless of the reason."
Ivar sat in silence and just continued to listen. He made a mental note to later talk with Alex about this broad in Paris. Should he be worried? He'd thought he knew everything about Alex, but he'd never heard about her, and apparently, she must have been someone he cared a great bit for. But now wasn't the time, so he just listened.
His mom lifted her head and responded to Alex, "Well, that's good to hear, but you understand. And," she glanced over at Ivar, "That's not the only reason I accept you two as a couple. I love Ivar, and I know he's good for you and will make you happy for a very long time if you allow him to." She squeezed Ivar's hand now. "The two of you are the perfect couple, and have you looked in the mirror, dear? You are absolutely glowing! You are radiating love and happiness, and you deserve them both."
They both smiled at her words. Alex's heart skipped a beat as well. He knew she was right, but for her to actually put a name to it surprised him. Love and happiness. Love. That she was able to see how they felt about eachother meant the world to him.
"Wait! Oh my God! Wait until your dad learns of this. He's going to be beside himself that you've finally taken the next step with Ivar, dear. When he sees your happiness, he's going to bubble over. He's said forever that he wanted to see you happy with anyone."
Alex sheepishly began to answer her. "Umm mom? Uh, how do I say this? Umm, Dad already knows."
"What? You told your dad before you told me? Just how difficult do you believe me to be?" she snapped.
"We didn't exactly tell him. Umm, he walked in on us in the garage last weekend." Alex dropped his head as he smiled. Ivar coughed, trying not to laugh.
"What?! Are you serious? The two of you were making love in our garage?" Her mouth gaped open and she covered it with her hand.
"NO! Oh God, mom, no! What do you think we have a bedroom for? Dad walked in on us kissing! That's all, KISSING!" He had to smile, though, that she actually said 'making love.' She really was ok with this.
Ivar could take no more, and he busted out laughing. Nearly in tears, he said, "Well, I don't know, Alex. I could easily bend you over the hood of your dad's Mustang."
At that exact moment, Alex's dad walked through the door. "Hey, guys, umm, wait. What's wrong with the hood of my Mustang?" He looked at the three of them in a complete panic for his car.
"Nothing, dear. These boys are being ridiculous." Alex's mom answered. "Welcome home."
She picked up her napkin from the table and smacked Ivar with it. "Boy, you hush! Now, I'm not that old. I remember what it's like to be all hot and bothered, and you have to take care of business wherever you can, but you better keep the hoods of our cars and the garage out of it! You boys hear me?" And she popped Alex with the same napkin as he threw his arms up in a blocking motion.
"Mom! Please! I don't need to hear you talking about being hot and bothered and taking care of business. Ever. Oh my God." Alex dropped his head into his hands. Ivar just continued laughing.
After making a plate for Thomas as well, the four of them finished their lunch and sat around the table talking and laughing. It was just great and Alex was absolutely overjoyed at his parents' acceptance. His family had always been close and knowing they accepted Ivar as a happy addition meant everything to him. This was so much better than how their weekend had started off.
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"I know you have that exam tomorrow and need to study, but do you think you have time for us to stop by the park on the way back to your place?" Ivar asked Alex as they pulled away from his parents'.
"Yes, I have time. We actually left mom's sooner than I'd expected," Alex answered, curious of the sudden change of plans, "Are you wanting to get a quick jog in?"
"Well, actually, I have a blanket in the trunk, and it's the first nice day in weeks. I'd umm," he blushed, "I'd honestly just like to spend some time with you, just the two of us, by the little stream at the back of the park. If umm, if that sounds ok with you."
Alex was taken back. Where had this side of Ivar been all these years? If this was any indication of how he treated his girlfriends in the past, no wonder all the women seemed to always flock to him. He felt warmth spread throughout his body, and he smiled. "Yes, Ivar, that sounds great. It really has been a long weekend. It will be nice to spend some quality time with you just enjoying your company."
They arrived at the spot Ivar had mentioned and he spread the blanket down. They both laid down, propped up on their arms, facing eachother. "This is such a nice spot, Ivar. Thanks for thinking of this," Alex smiled. He started to lean toward Ivar for a kiss but then realized how many other people were in the park and he refrained.
Ivar noticed this and asked, "What? What stopped you?"
"Well," Alex looked around, "I just didn't feel like defending us yet again. It's too nice of a day for you to end up in a fight."
Ivar laughed, "It's never too nice a day for a good fight, especially if I'm defending my love for you." He placed his hand on the back of Alex's neck and pulled him closer. He breathed in Alex's sweet smell and slowly kissed him, swirling his tongue around Alex's. He pulled away, his forehead resting on Alex's and softly said, "I love you." Nobody around them seemed to care. Nobody said or did anything but kept on about their day. That was so relieving to Alex and he began to feel more comfortable.
They talked and laughed and discussed all the ups and downs of the weekend. They really enjoyed eachother's company, this had always been true, but now that they were together, it just made it all real. They were slowly getting into the swing of things and getting used to what it was to be in a relationship with eachother. It felt so natural to them both, and it seemed that they were finally finding their groove.
Alex saw movement out of the corner of his eye and as hard as it was to look away from Ivar's sparkling eyes, he looked up, over Ivar's shoulder and saw someone walking up the trail behind him. He couldn't see her face because she was looking down at something in her arms, and the sun was shining so brightly, but he was sure it was Katia. He didn't know if she'd spotted them or not but decided he needed to tell Ivar in case she just walked up on them.
"Umm, Ivar?" Alex said.
"Yes, love?"
"Umm, I don't know if she's seen us yet but I'm pretty sure that's Katia walking the trail behind you."
Ivar gulped. He discretely turned around as Alex told him she wasn't looking their way. "Shit. Yes, that's her. What is she carrying?"
"I can't tell," Alex answered, both of them trying to see.
About that time, they saw her stumble and fall down, still holding whatever was in her arms tightly. She yelled and was then quiet.
"Fuck!" Alex yelled, as he quickly got to his feet alongside Ivar. "Did she hit her head?"
They both quickly ran over to her, not stopping to think. "Shit, Ivar," Alex said as he squatted down to Katia, "The side of her head is bleeding!" He looked up at Ivar, standing over Katia in what could only be described as a complete state of shock. "Oh, God! What? What is it?"
About that time, Alex heard what Ivar was looking at in shock. A baby began crying. Alex's heart completely stopped. He raised up to where the sound was coming from and in Katia's locked arms laid a baby girl with thick brown hair. Alex instinctively grabbed her up and out of Katia's arms to search that she was ok and wasn't bleeding anywhere as well.
With his touch, she simmered down some and stopped crying. He began talking to her as if he knew anything about babies, "Are you okay, little one? Are you hurt anywhere?"
She grasped his finger with her hand and said with her baby voice, "Ma-ma," as she looked up at him. Staring up at Alex were a pair of the prettiest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Well, the prettiest, bluest ever besides those of Ivar's. And then, it hit him.
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Ragnarrsons reaction to finding out ivar was raped
Title: The Betrayal of Ivar the Boneless
It was a dreary winter evening in Kattegat. Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd, were gathered in the Great Hall, sharing stories and drinking ale. Suddenly, the doors burst open and a figure stumbled in, badly beaten and bloodied. It was Ivar, the youngest of the brothers.
The brothers rushed to Ivar's aid, helping him to a seat at the high table. As they tended to his wounds, Ivar whispered something that shocked them all. He had been raped.
Silence fell over the hall. The brothers looked at each other in disbelief. This was a crime that not even their most bitter enemies would dare to commit. The violation of their brother left them feeling helpless and furious.
Bjorn, as the eldest, stood up first. "Who did this to you, Ivar? We will find them and make them pay for what they have done."
Ivar shook his head, "It was a group of men. I don't know who they were or where they came from."
Ubbe's face twisted in anger. "Then we will track them down," he growled. "We will scour every village and town until we find them."
Hvitserk's eyes flashed with hatred. "We will make them wish they were never born," he sneered.
Sigurd, usually the quietest of the brothers, was trembling with rage. "I will personally tear them apart with my bare hands," he seethed.
The brothers were united in their determination to avenge their brother's honor. They would stop at nothing until the perpetrators were brought to justice.
Days turned into weeks, and the brothers scoured the land, searching for any leads or clues that would point them towards Ivar's attackers. They questioned anyone who might have seen something, made deals with informants, and even resorted to torture to extract information.
Finally, they received a hint from a trader who had overheard a conversation in a nearby tavern. The men who attacked Ivar were from a rival clan, known for their brutality and lawlessness.
The brothers immediately gathered their army and set out towards the enemy's stronghold. They arrived at night, creeping silently into the camp, ready to attack.
In the chaos of the battle that followed, the brothers fought with a ferocity that even their enemies had never seen before. They cut down men with ease, their movements fluid and coordinated. The enemy was caught off guard, and soon the battle was over.
The brothers searched the camp, looking for any signs of Ivar's attackers. Finally, they found them – a group of men huddled together, terrified.
The brothers dragged them to the center of the camp, and one by one, they began to exact their revenge. Bjorn beat them with his fists, while Ubbe cut off their fingers and toes. Hvitserk burned them with hot coals, and Sigurd gouged out their eyes.
It was a brutal and bloody scene, but the brothers didn't care. They were consumed by their need for vengeance, and nothing was going to stop them from delivering it.
As the sun began to rise, the brothers stood over the battered bodies of Ivar's attackers. They were exhausted, but their faces were grim and determined. Ivar, who had watched the entire scene from a safe distance, approached them slowly.
"You have avenged me," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
The brothers turned to him, their faces softening for the first time since the incident. They had done what they set out to do – they had punished those who had dared to harm their brother. But now, they knew they had to help Ivar heal from his trauma.
They gathered around him, their arms embracing him tightly. As they stood there, they knew that they would always stand by one another, no matter what happened. They were brothers, bound by blood and loyalty, and no one could ever break their bond.
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In Love with a Monster
Ivar the Boneless x Reader
A/N: Dedicated to the one and only @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl
Summary: Being in an arranged marriage, you told your husband was a monster.
"He is a monster, yet you want me to marry him?!"
"It is best for our kingdom. And it is final, you will marry Ivar!" your father's words sent shivers down your spine. You have been arguing and trying to reason with him for the past hours to no avail.
Your father was a stubborn man, ever since you lost your mother, it got worse.
But having you marry a Viking?
He said it was to ensure the relationship since Vikings were great at fights.
He explained that soon, a carriage will arrive for you and you will be taken to Kattegat to your husband.
And it was final.
You felt betrayed by your own father.
But what did you expect?
You knew he had been looking for a husband for you. You just never expected that he would find such a man, or as he said, a monster.
You had a terrible nightmare, dreaming of monsters as you woke up in cold sweat.
Your life might as well end now.
But the next day, just as your father said, the carriage arrived and soon, you were on a boat sailing towards your demise and misery.
To be married to a Viking monster.
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Ivar on the other hand was rather excited. When his mother told him about a Princess he will marry, he found himself to be rather excited and nervous.
He walked with his brothers towards the waters, seeing the boat, Ivar let out a sigh.
Hoping his bride would not be too afraid of him.
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As you got off the boat a kind woman stepped forward. She was the Queen, wife of Ragnar, Aslaug.
"Meet my sons, this is Ubbe, Sigurd, Hvitserk and your husband to be, Ivar." you kindly bowed to all of them and you could feel them staring at you. You wondered if your dress was possibly too much. You knew better than to stare but you did notice the weird contraption around Ivar's legs.
"He is a cripple, he cannot walk but do not let that fool you, he is a monster, a terrible murderer who would take down an army by himself." your father's words rang in your head.
"Currently the wedding is being planned so I think it would be best to let you rest, I'll show you to your room." said Aslaug, breaking the silence.
You nodded one last time and the men in front of you before turning to follow their mother. She guided you to a house and inside she showed you a room. "Now, this would be only before your wedding, of course after it, you would be with Ivar. Welcome to Kattegat." she smiled before leaving you alone in the room to get ready for the wedding.
You let out a sigh.
"Are all monsters this handsome?" you said to yourself quietly before two servants arrived to get you dressed.
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"You are lucky, Brother!" said Hvitserk as he patted Ivar on the back, they all walked off the docks, heading to their business. "She is a beauty!"
"And a Princess! You are clearly mother's favourite child, giving you such a bride. OR she just feels sorry for you." said Sigurd but Ivar didn't pay any mind to him.
His mind was filled with you.
How beautiful you looked, how shy you were. He was certain you have seen his legs, or at least heard about them.
Ivar couldn't stop thinking about you. His senses were filled as he could recall a small whiff of your scent. Such a sweet and innocent woman you were, he could tell.
You will be the perfect wife and a great Viking.
His princess.
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You looked at yourself in your gown as the servants left and gave you some space.
You felt your hands shake, you knew you were about to be married to a monster.
You were terrified.
You learned a long time ago that people with beautiful faces can be the most cruel.
And it is what you expected.
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Ivar watched you walk towards him. Looking like a goddess, Ivar's breath was taken away immediately.
He could tell his brothers also had the same thought.
Soon, you will be his wife, only his.
He could see your hands shake as you said your vows.
You were his now.
His woman.
His wife.
His Princess.
His.
As the wedding concluded, now it was time for celebration. Everyone danced, drank and ate.
Ivar saw you looking around, as if trying to learn the habits. Ivar liked that you were willing.
You, on the other hand, stared at all these people while feeling the burning looks coming from your left, Ivar kept staring at you, making you nervous.
You didn't want the night to end. You were terrified of being alone with him. You did everything that you could just to avoid being alone with him.
You were rather surprised that Ivar didn't do anything that evening. He showed you his home but that was it, he soon headed to his bed and slept. Leaving you and your thoughts alone.
You were thankful he didn't force you.
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This went on for a couple of days.
Ivar either ignored or barely acknowledged your presence.
And you, were terrified of him. Being how your father put all these ideas into your head before he sent you off.
Slowly, you started to believe they weren't true.
A monster would surely have hurt you or forced you. Ivar never did.
A monster would hurt you or leave you out in the cold. Ivar never did. Instead, he invited you into his home, his bed even, gave you furs and always made sure the fire was crackling away in its place.
During the first days, you would be afraid to fall asleep, fearing he would try something while you weren't aware of it.
But not anymore.
Slowly but surely you were coming around.
You often heard his brothers tease him about his legs. You wondered if you should say something, but you never did.
Until tonight. When Sigurd decided to be cruel. Ivar was crawling on the floor towards Sigurd when he laughed and pulled the chair back, making Ivar fall.
You hit the table and stood up. Your eyes locked with Sigurd's you felt everyone staring at you as the room went completely silent.
Sigurd smirked.
"Would the princess like to say something?" his mocking tone changed something inside you.
"We already know you have a tiny cock Sigurd. No need taunt my husband to try and prove otherwise." Sigurd's eyes nearly fell out of his head as Ubbe and Hvitserk laughed. Sigurd looked at Ivar before he walked out of the room, you sat back and finished your meal.
You had no idea what came over you. But you certainly didn't regret it.
"So, you do talk." said Ubbe and it made you look at him.
"Of course I do."
"You have fire in you. You'll be a great Viking." he said as he leaned back in his chair, smirking but you only looked back at your food as you ate.
You didn't look at Ivar intentionally.
But he was looking at you.
You actually stood up for him. While everyone just sat there laughing, you actually stepped up and defended him.
And he was grateful.
He had a feeling it wasn't out of pity but rather you had enough of his brother's teasing.
Ivar smiled to himself as he headed back to his bed. Having his little wife defend him felt truly great. Before, only his mother stood up for him, but now, you did too.
Ivar knew you are afraid of him. It is clear in your actions. But as he pulled his shirt off and laid back in his bed, closing his eyes, all he could think about was you and how beautiful you looked as you told his brother off.
When you entered the room, your eyes were immediately drawn to Ivar. He looked to be asleep on the bed, furs pooling around his waist and his chest on full display.
You were rather taken aback.
You have never seen him like this before.
You were shocked. He looked so peaceful and soft.
The tattoos adoring his chest only made his skin more stunning. The fireplace gave his skin a gorgeous glow.
You wanted nothing more in that moment than to run your fingers over the ink on his skin.
You wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch.
He looked so comfortable, you wanted nothing more than be held by his arms.
Those strong arms.
You took silent steps, fearing you would wake him. But as you moved to lay down, he stirred as he turned and looked at you.
"I didn't mean to wake you." you said with a low voice. His eyes searched yours, slowly he moved in bed, slightly getting closer to you.
"Are you still afraid of me?" his sudden question made you question yourself.
Sure, during the last couple days, he had been nothing but kind to you.
And it did make you wonder.
He was surely not a monster.
"I don't know." your answer was honest, but you wouldn't say you were scared it was more cautious.
Cautious because you feared you might have fallen in love with him. And you weren't sure what to do with these feelings.
"My father told me about you before I arrived and I don't think he was right."
"What did he tell you?"
"He told me you were a monster, covered in blood with a wicked smile. Tole me you were a rough man and I would be happy to live a day within your claws. But, I believe he was wrong." you looked down at your hands before looking up into his beautiful eyes. "You have been nothing but kind towards me. I heard you in the kitchen making sure everything was to my liking. You asked your mother for advice and I heard her talk with you about me. I judged you prematurely, and for that, I apologize."
"You are very different from us." he said moving to sit against the pillows. "Your dresses, your hair, the way you speak, eat. I'm simply mesmerised. I feel like I'm falling in love with you, yet don't know anything about you."
There was a moment of silence as you tried to process what he just told you.
"You can be angry and proud, but you can also be gentle and caring. I wouldn't say I love you Ivar, but I can say that I can see myself falling in love with you. I believe we could be happy together here in Kattegat."
"You defended me today. Only my mother did that before."
"I simply had enough of your brother. He believes teasing you would prove his strength but it only shows his weakness. I do like your family however. I do not have siblings, so it is nice to see."
"How many times did Hvisterk try and bed you?" you let out a sigh.
"About... five. But even so, he never touched or forced me. He just simply asked, which I always declined."
"I know you did. He would have told me if he fucked you."
"D-Don't say it like that, please! I wouldn't... sleep with your brother anyway. I believe in the unity of marriage it is sacred."
"I know you do." Ivar smiled. "Whatever should I do to make you love me, you name it."
"I believe you are already doing enough just by being so patient with me. If you could... I-I would like to be your wife, not just the woman who sleeps in your room. I wish to be a real wife to you as you would be a real husband."
"Tell me what is it you mean by that." Ivar moved even closer, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest. You looked deeper into his eyes.
"I wish for us to find love in one another. A companionship. I wish to be the one who can calm you when you are the most angry. I wish for us to kiss and make love. To have a future and a happy life."
"You speak so sweetly. Your father was not fully wrong however. I did kill many before and I will continue to do so. If that bothers you-"
"I doesn't. It is who you are. I see it now. It is how Viking's are. I do not want to change you. I quite like you the way you are."
"Even my legs?"
"I do not care for your legs. I believe God had to take something from you otherwise you would have been too powerful." your hand moved to his neck as you pulled him closer until your lips met his.
You were still why and Ivar could sense that, so he decided to take lead and kiss you with passion.
He soon pulled back, "Now that we kissed, I believe it is time to make love." the way he said it, his accent made a shiver run down you spine, he moved you close to him, his lips finding your neck as his hand held your waist.
You felt your hands shake but this time, it was more excitement than nervousness.
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The next morning you woke up to a feeling rather strange, someone was holding you and you felt more tired than you should.
Then after just a second, the memories came back.
Suddenly, you realized who the arms belonged to and just why you were naked.
It was very early as you could tell, Kattegat was still asleep.
And judging by the soft snores behind you, so was Ivar.
Last night was the first ever you spent with him, it was the perfect night.
And now, feeling his breath on your neck as his arms held you to his chest, you felt at ease. You felt happy.
You managed to fall in love with the monster.
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Ivar the boneless || imagine
Метки: реинкарнация; похищение без гнусных намерений; modern!Ивар
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Быть похищенной не входило в твои планы. Но вряд ли такое вообще можно спланировать.
Открыв глаза ты оглядываешь комнату в которой находишься. Здесь немного вещей, всё вокруг минималистичное и скупое на разнообразие. В основном тёмно-серые цвета и белые стены. Должно быть либо эта комната для похищенных людей, либо её хозяин совсем недавно сюда заехал.
Ты накрыта серым пушистым пледом. Он заставил тебя не замёрзнуть и ощутить мнимый комфорт, должно быть сделан из натуральной шерсти.
Приподнявшись ты ищешь свой телефон, но его нет ни в твоих карманах ни на тумбочке.
Дверь спальни открывается вовремя, чтобы застать тебя в бодрствовании.
— Уже проснулась. — Парень перед тобой выглядит знакомо и хватает пары секунд, чтобы ты узнала в нём своего соседа.
— Что я здесь делаю? — Ты не решаешься разводить панику, в основном потому что ещё не знаешь, что произошло. Может всему есть не нарушающее закон и нравственность объяснение.
Твой сосед совершенно лишён эмоций, он проходит к креслу в углу комнаты. Рядом стоит книжный стеллаж метр в высоту. Лампа не горит, но ты догадываешься, что это уголок для чтения.
— Ты знаешь как меня зовут? — он спокоен, усаживаясь в кресло.
— Ивар?.. — ты предполагаешь, не уверенная в собственных воспоминаниях. Вы приветствовали друг друга, только когда встречались в коридорах дома или в лифте. Однажды вы обменялись именами, потому что жили напротив друг друга, и ты решила, что будет лучше познакомиться с соседом. Но большего не было, и ты не желала.
— Ты такая красивая, когда спишь, такая умиротворенная, — он кладёт руки на подлокотники, а его губы искажаются в слабой, но грустной ухмылке. — Мне нравится иногда наблюдать за тобой. Сейчас это посчитали б�� жутким, но раньше ты не подумала бы так, ты решила бы, что это мило.
В его взгляде прослеживается тоска по неизвестным тебе временам.
— Ты должно быть спутал меня с кем-то. Ты был в моей квартире? — Ты стараешься быть спокойной, боясь, что всплеск эмоций спугнёт твоего соседа. Что если это заставит его злиться. Ты сомневаешься, что сможешь одолеть его или убежать из его же квартиры.
Медленно, ты садишься на другой край кровати, так, чтобы быть напротив Ивара, но и ближе к выходу из комнаты.
— Ты... стала немного другой. В тебе всегда что-то меняется, это не должно меня удивлять, но каждый раз я всё равно это делаю.
Твои брови хмурятся, уголки губ чуть заметно опускаются вниз. Тебе не нравится здесь находиться.
Он естественно игнорирует твой вопрос.
— Я надеюсь, что ты не пытаешься пробраться к выходу. У тебя всё равно ничего не выйдет. Не трать наше время и свои силы.
Ты хочешь сказать, что и не думала об этом, но его голубые глаза пронзают тебя так, будто видят каждую твою мысль. Прикусив язык, ты сидишь смирно, зажав между ног прижатые друг к другу ладони.
— Я знаю, что ты не поверишь мне. Ты верила мне всего пару раз, я не виню тебя, тогда были такие время. — Ивар глубоко вздыхает. — Мы разделили много жизней, слишком много, чтобы сосчитать. Я только хочу, чтобы ты вспомнила.
Ты не знаешь, засмеяться тебе или закатить глаза, може�� заплакать. Перед тобой больной на голову или очередной шутник? Он опускает взгляд.
Его тон, его манера поведения заставляет тебя думать, что он на самом деле убеждён в своих словах. Может быть твой сосед просто больной на голову, ты склоняешься к этому варианту.
— В этот раз я искал тебя дольше. Обычно, ты сама притягиваешься ко мне.
Ты заинтригована. Ивар ещё не угрожал тебе. Хотя твоё похищение напрягает, его поведение всё же заставляет тебя думать, что он не сделает тебе больно. Ты воздерживаешься от вопросов, решив, что Ивар и так готов тебе всё рассказать.
— Ты можешь говорить, что я совершенно тебе не знаком, но мы оба знаем, что это не так.
Он встаёт со своего места и ты резко подрываешься со своего. Вы стоите напротив друг друга. Хотя тебе приходиться смотреть чуть вверх, учитывая рост твоего похитителя. Ивар не знает, собираешься ли ты побежать или просто пытаешься быть настороженной.
— Я не думал и не думаю причинять тебе боль, или удерживать тебя здесь силой. Просто хочу, чтобы ты вспомнила, кто мы друг для друга.
— И кто же? — ты предполагаешь, что он честен в своих заявлениях, надеешься, что он просто хочет поговорить, а после отпустит.
— В отличие от тебя, я не умирал. Мне тысяча лет, пока ты из раза в раз перерождаешься, в новом месте, с новым именем, в новой семье, я продолжаю жить тем, кем родился. Новой тебе исполняется двадцать один и мы находим друг друга. Чаще это делаешь ты, встречаешь меня первой, но не в этот раз.
— Почему я перерождаюсь? — этот вопрос кажется тебе уместным. — Почему ты бессмертный, пока я не такая? Ты... ты живёшь со мной до моей старости?
Вопросы сами собой всплывают у тебя в мыслях.
— Я не могу контролировать твой уход. Ты никогда не доживала до тридцати, всегда что-то или кто-то забирал тебя. — Ивар делает пару шагов, сокращая между вами расстояние до минимума. Ты чувствуешь его запах, мускусный с нотками обработанной кожи, и это расслабляет твоё тело лишь на мгновение. — Нас разделяет не только смерть, но и обстоятельства. Боги прокляли меня, заставив страдать. Лишаться тебя, любовь моя, видеть твою смерть. — Его рука поднимается, он гладит тебя по щеке, лёгким прикосновением тыльной стороной пальцев.
Ты чувствуешь головную боль. Она пронзает твой затылок, не сильно, терпимо, но ты сжимаешь зубы.
— Да, очень трогательно, но... — Ты отступаешь к двери.
Ивар знал, что объяснения займут немало времени, неизменным оставалось твоё отсутствие веры в вашу связь и судьбу.
— Тебя не покинет это. Воспоминания всё равно будут возвращаться. Это происходит каждый раз.
Ты не слушаешь его, выходишь из спальни. Боль в голове усиливается, и ты просто хочешь добраться до своей квартиры и принять обезболивающее. Увидев на столике за спинкой дивана свою сумку, ты хватаешь её и выбегаешь из квартиры Ивара.
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Когда кровать прогибается под телом Ивара, ты чувствуешь его присутствие сквозь сон и открываешь глаза.
— Не хотел разбудить тебя. — Ивар устраивается рядом с тобой поудобнее.
— М, я не думала, что засну. — Укладываясь ближе к своему мужу, ты утыкаешься носом в его шею. — Хотела дождаться тебя.
Вдохнув мускусный запах с нотками кожи, ты расслабляешься. Тепло Ивара согревает тебя больше, чем меха.
Половина свечей погашены, но остальная часть освещает ваши покои.
— Ты ждала меня? — Дразнящие нотки слышатся в его вопросе. И ты расплываешься в улыбке.
— Может быть, — мурлычешь ты, оставляя пару поцелуев на его шее.
Ивар прижимает тебя крепче к себе. Оставляя поцелуй у тебя на лбу. Его сердце сжимается от твоей любви к тебе, он никогда не чувствовал себя более нужным, понятым и любимым. Ты забрала его сердце, ласкала его, даже если запустила в него свои коготки.
Ты была единственной важным для него человеком. День с тобой стоил бы любой вечности.
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Valkyrie (Ivar x Reader)
Valkyrie
Ivar x Reader
Warnings: nudity
Summary: You meet Ivar again after a battle.
A/N: You can read it as a part 2 to The Wanderer, but works as a standalone too.
The camp is a mess. Some of the warriors are still wild, with the adrenaline pumping in their veins, while others are loud with pain and sorrow. And most of them are drunk on victory and ale. The place smells like mud, blood, and alcohol. The mix fills your nostrils. It's heavy and familiar. It feels like home. Your gaze scans the circle of tents, jumping from warrior to warrior, knowing a few healers and not caring about the thralls. The crowd is illuminated by the orange lights of the sun going down on the horizon. The gentle hue highlights a few details in front of your eyes as you continue your search. The sharp blades of the swords, for example. Your fingers twitch in reflex, wanting to feel the grip of your own weapon. Your muscles are still taut because of the memory of the battle.
A small smile plays on your lips as you push the entrance of the tent to the side so you can step into it. The cacophony of the others gets muffled when the heavy fabric falls back into place. The chaos outside seems far away and even less important than before.
It becomes just you and him.
Ivar sits on his makeshift bed in clean pants and a tunic. His dark hair is still wet and falls on his shoulders, free from the tight braids. His bright blue eyes are on you. His lips are open in a small o. Confusion and surprise pull his brows into a slight frown.
"Hello, Ivar," you greet him, breaking the silence.
"Y/N," he says your name. "You are here." A light blush spreads across his cheeks at his obvious statement.
"I am," you reply, smiling. "I saw you on the field. You became a great warrior, Boneless."
His frown deepens. "But I didn't see you." His voice is almost accusatory. "I didn't know you were here."
You shrug, stepping closer until you are standing in front of him. His gaze scans over your body. You are still in your battle gear. Your skin is clean, but your hair is still a mess of knots and braids, and your tunic is torn. "I was fine in the crowd." You tell him.
Ivar wants to argue with it. You don't belong with the others.
"If I wouldn't know better, I would say you came to take me to Valhalla." He is quiet and honest. Tiredness darkens the soft skin under his eyes.
"It's too early for you."
"Oh, are you so sure of it?" He asks, his words laced with humor. The corners of his lips jerk up for a second.
"I know a thing or two," you nod.
"Will you share them with me?" He asks, already knowing your answer. "Will you stay?" He continues, glancing back at the bed behind him. The blush on his pale skin darkens as he avoids your gaze. He wants to hit himself because of his stupid question.
You cup his face with one hand. The line of his jaw is sharp under your touch. "I'm all blood and dirt," you tell him, motioning your clothes. Mischief glints in your eyes as you watch him swiping his gaze over you again.
"You-" He clears his throat. He wants to confess several things at the same time. You look beautiful. Every time he dreamed of you, you looked just like this. Fierce and gentle. "You can take them off," he says instead. "If you want."
"You can help me," you tell him, smiling. "If you want."
He nods and pushes himself closer to the edge of the bed. Both of you notice the shake of his fingers as he reaches up to your tunic, but none of you mention it. The silence stretches between you two while he tugs the fabric out of your trousers. Leather and soft wool fall to the ground.
You watch Ivar's expression the whole time with a smile on your face. Awe and curiosity shine in his eyes when his gaze lands on your bare upper body. Your nipples are hard pebbles. Your breasts would fit perfectly in his large palms. His throat bobs as he gulps.
Grabbing his fingers, you lead him lower. He has to shake his head to clear his mind. His movements are clumsy as he unbuckles your pants. The muscles on his arms flex as he pulls the thick fabric down to your knees. You lean on his broad shoulders to shake off your boots and drop your trousers next to your other clothes. His eyelids fall shut at your scent. It's everything he knows. Battle, blood, rain, herbs, and healing salve. And something more. Something that's so undeniably you that he forces his senses to crave it into his mind.
"Will you let me?" Your voice breaks the silence once again. Your fingers tug on the collar of his shirt. His eyes stop on the small triangle between your thigh before willing himself to raise his gaze. His skin is flushed because of the embarrassment and heat that warms his insides.
"Yes," he croaks out his answer. That one world is barely louder than a whisper.
His tunic falls next to your clothes. You watch as his muscles twitch and tense under your gaze. The long years of crawling on the ground didn't go by without some effect on his body. Every curve and dip of his chest reminds you of the sculptures you saw during your travels. Your index finger runs over the line of his collarbone.
You don't make a move to get rid of his pants. You are not there yet.
"Will you-" he begins. "I mean... Do you want to... We-"
His breath gets erratic. It's frustration, fear, and excitement all at once.
Cupping his jaw again, you shake your head. "No," you reply. Despite your word, there is no rejection in your answer. "Not until you know who I am."
He frowns. "I know who you are."
"Not yet, Ivar," you reply. "But you will."
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Truth or Dare
Pairing: ivar x reader
Word count: 1101
Warnings: ivar being insecure, drinking, brief mentions of sex, kissing
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Growing up with the Ragnarssons got you in a lot of well questionable situations but tonight was also one of them. Except at least no one wanted to kill anyone. Yet. The night is young after all. “I dare you to,” Ubbe began, drunkenly waving his cup at Sigurd, “to down that whole horn of mead in one,” he said as Sigurd rolled his eyes while Hvitserk, Ivar, and you cheered him on.
“Fine, fine,” he eventually gave in with a smile, drinking the alcohol he’d been avoiding all night in 10 seconds flat. “Now,” he said, eyes wandering the circle. You were all sat a few feet from the bustling hall where they were celebrating their return from the latest raid, but this was far more your style. Even as Sigurd pointed his finger at you, you smiled, “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm,” you wondered which would get you in worse bother considering the four drunk men you considered your closest friends. “Truth,” your response was met with groans and even Ivar leaned over to whisper ‘coward’ in your ear.
“True or false,” he started, his eyes dancing in a way that made you nervous, “You and Leif,” he said, eyebrows raised making Ubbe and Hvitserk ooo at you, but Ivar stayed silent.
You rolled your eyes at Sigurd, “That wasn’t a question,”
“Please you know what I’m going to ask,”
“Whatever do you mean dear Sigurd?” you smiled, batting your lashes at him.
“You’ve fucked?” Hvitserk jumped in and the boys’ cackles almost covered up the low growl from Ivar but none of them seemed to notice.
You shot him a quick look before answering, “No,” you said and Ivar’s shoulders finally untensed.
“But you’ve kissed?” Ubbe said, making things worse instantly.
You rolled your eyes once more before taking a drink out of your flask, “No you only get one question. Now Ivar truth or dare?”
As you turned to face the blue-eyed boy you did your best not to stare too obviously at his face. You weren’t sure why or when your crush started on Ivar, but it was getting harder to ignore the older you both got. However, after a few beats of silence he finally spoke, “I do not wish to play anymore, I am tired. goodnight,”
All four of you watched after him as he dragged himself away however he wasn’t heading home. “What’s wrong with him?” Sigurd asked as Ivar disappeared into the forest tree line.
“I’m gonna go- “a staggering Ubbe said as he tried to stand but you quickly pushed him back down and stood.
“I’ll go,” you said, not even turning back to chastise their whoops and Woo’s.
It didn’t take long to find Ivar with his eyes closed and back against a tree. As you walked you tried to be quiet, but you heard a twig snap and Ivar sigh. You grimaced as you moved to sit down next to him though he still would not open his eyes. “What is the matter Ivar?”
“It’s nothing,”
“Please Ivar,” you said, sighing before deciding to try make him laugh, “You’re never this calm when your upset,” you joked but he only sighed once more.
Finally, though he opened his eyes, but he looked straight forward. He took a deep breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he spoke, “You never answered the question,”
“What question?”
“Ubbe’s question,” he said, his voice straining as you noticed him gripping his hand into a fist.
You paused for a moment before you realised, letting out a sigh of relief, “No Ivar. I haven’t kissed him. Is that what upset you?” he said nothing again, closing his eyes once more. “Ivar please what is wrong? Why does it bother you who I kiss?”
“It doesn't- I mean I- “he sighed, his breathing becoming heavier, “I just didn’t want to be the last one to have ever kissed someone. That’s it. okay?” he said, finally turning to look at you with a glare behind his eyes. Most would flinch under his gaze, but your face softened when you saw the hurt behind his eyes, “And I didn’t want to wait around for someone, even you, to ask me a stupid question like that,”
“Ivar- I wouldn’t have asked you that,” you said as his eyes fell to the floor, “I didn’t know you hadn’t kissed anyone either,”
“You- “Ivar paused, lifting his head, “You’re lying,”
“Am not!” you protested, “Why would I lie?”
“To make me look less stupid?”
You laughed at that, shoving his shoulder, “Where would the fun in that be? If anything, I’m more surprised you haven’t kissed someone,”
Ivar rolled his eyes, “Yeah right. Who would want to kiss me?” he said as he turned his gaze to you. his eyes knocked the wind out your lungs and for a moment you considered not saying anything.
“I would,” you finally said, your voice soft.
His eyes perked up at your words though, no longer able to take it back, “You would?” he asked, and you nodded gently. Another few moments of silence passed before he cleared his throat, “Perhaps it would be better for us to be each other’s first kiss. So, we can um learn what to do,” he said as his eyes fell once more to the floor.
“Perhaps,” you said, shuffling closer, “Ivar?” you said, your head instinctively leaning closer to his so that when he looked up his nose brushed yours, “Would you like to kiss me?” you asked, his breathing fanning your lips.
Ivar swallowed hard, his eyes darting to your lips, “Yes,” he eventually breathed out, “I would like that very much,”
He stayed frozen but slowly your lips dipped in till they brushed against his. Fuck it. you closed the gap, your eyes falling shut as you felt his lips against yours. the kiss was soft and gentle and lasted only a brief second before you pulled away, but you were still nose to nose.
“Ivar?” you tried to ask but his lips moved too quickly, capturing yours again but you were quick to catch up. Your hands moved to cover his, bringing them over to rest on your waist before yours moved to his shoulders which you could finally feel how muscular they’d become.
You kissed till you couldn’t breathe anymore and when you pulled away his lips tried to follow as you both gasped for air. “I think,” Ivar began to pant, “I like kissing you,”
“Good,” you grinned, your hand moving to cup his face, “Then lets never stop,”
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UNEXPECTED Part 1
(Sequel #3 to UNLEASHED)
Alex + Modern Ivar
Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk
This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥
Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected.
Inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍 (You know who you are).
Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut 🤣 Each chapter will have it's own warnings.
This chapter: Prejudices and discrimination against same sex relationships and couples, gay slurs, Ivar's and Hvitserk's response to that, male to male contact, the beginnings of a little smut, of course, the feels, mentions of Ivar's ex love and what looks like her being back in town.
Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!
Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣
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It had been about a month now. Alex and Ivar had made things official and were now navigating the reality of a serious relationship. For the most part, it was just like any other serious relationship. They hung out and watched movies together, they had dinner together, and found themselves spending most of their free time with eachother. Of course, the time they'd spent making love was some of the best time they'd spent together. It had only made them even closer and stronger as a couple. They had learned so much about eachother and even about themselves. They'd even been on a date or two and were quite pleased with how people just seemed to accept them as a couple when they'd see them hold hands or give eachother quick kisses. Yes, strangers seemed to be okay with whatever they witnessed between Alex and Ivar and the two of them couldn't be happier.
It was the family part that Alex was particularly concerned about, but Ivar had told him to stop worrying about it and to let them find out on their own time and they'd deal with it whenever it happened. Alex had done his best to take his advice but he'd often think about it if there was a night like tonight when they may run into someone while they were out.
They also spent a lot of time with you and Hvitserk, who were now dating pretty exclusively as well, and were planning on going on a double date this evening to a new restaurant that Hvitserk was dying to try out.
You picked Alex up from his place and the two of you headed to the Lothbrok's to join Ivar and Hvitserk.
"So, you guys really seem happy together, Alex," you said to him as you pulled away from his place.
He smiled, "We really are, Y/N. I honestly can't remember the last time I was this happy with someone. I think it's because we were friends first. I've known Ivar for years." Alex's entire face lit up when he spoke about Ivar and it made you smile.
"Well, I hate to be the one who says, 'I told you so,' but well, I told you so," you laughed.
"Shut up," Alex rolled his eyes.
"Can I ask you something that may be a little too personal and if you don't feel comfortable answering, you don't have to."
"Of course you can," Alex answered curiously.
"Well, I was just wondering, umm, well, do you miss being with a woman? Or will the two of you have a woman with you from time to time?"
Alex chuckled at your question, "Well, honestly, it's kind of the same as being with a woman and then getting into a relationship with one. Sure, you still see other attractive women sometimes, but it's not like you're going to leave the one you love just to try to be with someone else. So yeah, I'm not blind. I still see a pretty woman sometimes but I don't go after them because I love Ivar. I don't really miss being with a woman because he fulfills me and my every desire." Alex smiled pridefully.
You couldn't help but smile at his honesty. "Wow, Alex! That's really damn sweet. I can only hope to be loved and appreciated like that one day."
He looked over to you, "I'm sure you will be and surprisingly enough," he laughed, "Probably by Hvitserk."
You were stunned and couldn't help but smile.
Then, changing the tone to a more serious one, you asked, "Alex, can I ask you something else?"
"Of course."
"Well, I'm just curious about something. I've seen Ivar at his place and at the bar when he's not with you. Sometimes, he seems, I don't know, almost like a tyrant who'd rip your throat out as sure as to look at you. He seems murderous when he speaks to their brother, Segard, on the phone even, but when he's with you, he's completely different. He's kind and so sweet and loving and caring. It's like he's bipolar or something. Seriously. Not to offend you, just that's what he makes me think sometimes. And, umm, I just want to make sure when it's just the two of you, that you're, well, ok. Because, it ain't nothing for me to cut a bitch!" You laughed nervously.
Alex smiled at your concern. He understood it but thought it was really cute. He thought for a moment and then answered, "The tyrant in Ivar is just like a kid throwing a temper tantrum, But yes, he actually has access to an axe! So yeah, you have to know him to know how to handle his mood swings." Alex laughed. "And no, he'd never hurt me, Y/N. I have no doubt about this. You just have to understand him, make him feel loved and safe and help him understand he actually is good enough. And then show him that he is. Love him fearlessly and reassure him. When he starts to flip the fuck out, all I have to do is stand beside him and pull him in for a hug and tell him I love him."
As you stopped the car at a light, you looked over to him and smiled. "Wow, Alex, that's super sweet that you know that much about him and how to help him." It seriously warmed your heart. "You do love him, huh?"
"I definitely do. And this was all true when we were just friends, too. He's just always had to be reassured about things but he's really good at hiding it. It's just that, well, I know him," Alex blushed.
You placed your hand over his and squeezed as you drove away from the light. "Well, he's lucky to have you, Alex."
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"Reservations for four for Lothbrok," Hvitserk told the hostess.
"Yes, right this way," she said to Hvitserk, looking him up and down as she looked over to Ivar and did the same thing.
"You know her? Because she clearly wants to know you," you giggled and whispered to Hvitserk as the four of you walked behind her.
"No, I don't but what can I say? She knows a good thing when she sees it," he winked at you, "Just like you did, sweetheart." He grinned widely and leaned down and kissed you on your forehead.
The four of you were seated and began looking over the menus. The waiter finally came for your drink orders. As he approached the table, he looked at Ivar who had his hand over Alex's, sitting on the table. Ivar began to speak but he moved to the other side of the table and asked Hvitserk, "What will you and the lovely lady be drinking with your meal, sir?"
Hvitserk answered him, "I'll have sweet tea and she'll have martini."
The waiter looked at Hvitserk questioningly, "Seriously? You come here and all you order is tea? Really?" Hvitserk glared at him but didn't respond.
He looked to Ivar and Alex again but this time with a look of disgust. "And umm, you, two? Let me guess. Water? Something 'fruity'?"
Alex squeezed Ivar's hand as he saw the angered look across his face. He whispered, "He's not worth it, babe."
Ivar told him their drink order and the waiter walked away. "Hvitserk, you've got bail money if I need it, right?"
Hvitserk laughed, "I was about to ask you the same thing. Guess we'll have to leave the money with Alex and Y/N because this guy is really pushing my buttons." Everyone at the table laughed. "What a prick!"
When the waiter returned with the drinks, he sat Hvitserk's and yours down in front of the two of you but then sat Alex's and Ivar's down in the middle of the table.
"Umm, excuse me. Are you fucking scared to get too close or what, man? Our love isn't fucking contagious! What's your deal?" Ivar asked challengingly as Alex continued to squeeze his hand, attempting to keep him calm.
"Humm," he responded, "I'm clearly not the one here who has a problem."
He took their order and left the table. The four of you talked and laughed. You always had such a great time when you were together. "I have something to tell you guys," Hvitserk said excitedly.
"Go ahead, brother. What is it?"
"Y/N and I have made it official. She's my girlfriend."
"Awww, Hvitserk, that's great! I'm so happy for you," Ivar patted him on the back.
The waiter walked up with the food tray at this very moment. As he began to practically toss the plates on the table, he looked to Hvitserk and said, "Oh, how great to hear that you're not a queer, too! You've actually chosen right?" Everyone at the table gasped.
Alex grabbed Ivar by the arm, hoping to prevent a scene. Ivar looked at him apologetically. "Sir, I think we've had about enough of your bullshit. Can you please have another waiter tend to our table for the remainder of the evening. We clearly offend you and I think it's better if we no longer have to engage with eachother," Ivar tactfully said, despite his clinched jaw and balled up fists. Alex looked over to Hvitserk and he actually had the same strained look across his face. This couldn't be good.
The waiter dropped the last plate to the table, food falling off of it and onto the table and floor, and held the tray down. He looked Ivar straight in the face and mockingly said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend you? Ya know, God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. I don't think there's a waiter in this restaurant that wants to tend to the faggots' table."
Your mouth dropped, and you covered it with your hands in complete shock. Before anyone even knew what was happening and could react, Ivar and Hvitserk both stood up, Ivar, knocking his chair to the floor behind him. As if they'd read eachother's mind, each punched the waiter straight in the face. Hard. The waiter stumbled backward, gasping and bringing his hands to his face as he landed against the wall behind him.
The manager rushed over to their table as nearly the entire restaurant erupted in gasps and whispers and sounds of shock. Everyone was now looking at all the commotion. "Mr, what is going on here?" he immediately asked Ivar.
As Ivar began to respond, the gentleman sitting at the next table came over and interrupted. "I'm sorry to intrude but sir, your employee has been nothing but rude and disrespectful to these young guys since the moment they sat down. They tried their best to ignore him and this fine young man," he patted Ivar on the shoulder, "Even asked for a new waiter to serve them to avoid any more problems. Instead of being professional and doing as requested, your employee insulted them futher and used profanity. If these two hadn't taken matters into their own hands, I just may have myself."
The manager looked to Ivar and then Hvitserk, who had sat back down as nothing had happened and was cramming rolls into his mouth, and said to Ivar, "Wait? Don't I know you?" He looked closer. "Oh my, Mr. Lothbrok? Owner of Lothbrok's And Andersen's bar downtown, right?"
Surprised, Ivar began to answer, when he then recognized the gentleman, too, from the bar. He distinctly remembered him from a few months back when he and his girlfriend had been harrassed in the bar by several drunk men trying to hit on her. Ivar had threatened to cut their hands off and feed them to them if they ever returned to the bar again and had them escorted out and banned from returning.
"Yes, it's me. You can call me Ivar. I remember you. I like what you've done here with the place, but umm, your employee leaves much to be desired," Ivar answered him, reaching his hand out to shake his.
The waiter came rushing to the manager's side, "Well, aren't you going to have these little fruit flies removed for attacking one of your employees? I can't believe these faggots had the balls to put their hands on me! You'll be hearing from my lawyer, you pussy!"
Ivar, murder in his eyes, stepped toward the waiter, who quickly darted behind his manager, cowardly, and Alex instantly stood up to Ivar's side and grabbed his hand and arm and gently squeezed. "He's not worth it, Ivar, even if we do have bail money," he winked. Ivar glanced back at Alex over his shoulder and smiled.
The gentleman from the other table reached inside his jacket and handed Ivar his card, "Let him go ahead and call his lawyer, if he has one at all. You call me and I'll represent you guys for free. This is obsurd that you can't even have a nice meal without being harrassed for something as trivial as your personal choices." He looked at the other guy who was sitting as his table and he stood up and joined him, grabbing and holding his hand. He then looked to the waiter, "You should keep your prejudices to yourself, sir. You have only hurt yourself here. We would have left you a tremendously ridiculous tip. Now, my only tip to you is to mind your own business." He handed the manager a roll of money, "That's for our meal. I hope when we return, we'll see some new faces in here," and he and the other gentleman walked to the door hand in hand.
Ivar smiled as his hand went to his face in shock. The waiter stood to the manager's side and said, "What is this? A restaurant for pansies?Jesus!"
"That's it! You're fired!" The manager stated firmly to the waiter. "Get your things and get out of here!" The waiter tried to prevent himself from getting any closer to Ivar. "Your last check will be mailed to you."
Ivar and the others just watched in shock. "Wait! What? You can't do that! You're really going to fire me? Over these faggots?"
Ivar stepped to him and held up his fist. The waiter stepped backwards and turned toward the back, "Fuck you, then! You're not firing me, I quit!"
Ivar turned to Alex and the others, "Guys, I've lost my appetite. Can we just go?"
Hvitserk's mouth half full, he mumbled, "What? Really?" Alex and Y/N were already standing with Ivar.
The waiter placed his hands on Ivar's shoulders. "I am so extremely sorry. Why don't you guys take your meals with you and it's on the house? It's my promise to you that if you will return, you will be treated like guests of honor and nothing like this imbecile has treated you all this evening. I'm ashamed to have such a person associated with my business."
Ivar and the others agreed to return and accepted his apologies and their free meals, knowing he wasn't to blame, and made their way to the car.
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Hvitserk drove, "We're going back to your place, right Ivar?"
"Yes, I need to give my punching bag a few hard swings so I can release some of this stress. What a dick!" Ivar sighed.
Alex looked at him, across the backseat, eyes wide, panic settling across his face. "What is it, love?" Ivar held his hand a little tighter.
Alex gulped, "Umm, your mom. Isn't she still there?"
Suddenly understanding his nerves, Ivar answered, "Yes, but it's ok. She's probably already sleeping and if she isn't, she still won't make a scene, love. At worst, she'll just stare at us. We've got this. I was planning on talking to her and telling her everything this weekend anyway. It's time she knows you're the love of my life."
Alex blushed as he felt his heart completely melt. Ivar really had a way with words. "Oh my fuck! Man, you guys are so sugary sweet, you give me fucking cavities. Get a damn room already!" Hvitserk laughed from the front seat and Ivar thumped him in the back of the head.
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After warming their food back up, the four of you sat around Ivar's huge dining table, eating. "This is what we should have done to begin with. It's way more comfortable and we don't have to worry about opinionated assholes. I'm so sorry that guy was so rude to guys," you said, between bites.
As Alex began to respond, Aslaug walked in and headed to join them at the table. "Who was rude to my boys? Let me at 'em," she pulled out a chair and sat down, mockingly holding up her fist. Alex nearly choked on his food and began to cough. "Are you ok, dear? Would you like me to get you a glass of water?"
Alex swallowed his food, "No, no thanks. I'm, umm, I'm fine," he studdered, "Thank you, though."
She looked back and forth, questioningly, between Alex and Ivar and then asked, "So what did I miss? Humm?"
And there was that critical stare of hers again that Alex wished he could escape. "Nothing, mom. We were just out and decided to come back here instead. So we can enjoy eachother's company in peace."
Aslaug stared at each of them, oddly quiet, sitting around the table. "Humm, well, ok," she glared at Ivar. "I only came in to make a cup of coffee so I can stay awake to finish my book. I'll leave you guys be." She stood up from the table and headed to the coffee pot. Turing back around she added, "But Ivar? Umm, I need to talk to you about something very important later, ok, dear?"
"Sure, mom. Not a problem. I've been wanting to talk to you about something pretty important, too."
Alex couldn't hide his surprise as his eyes widened. Ivar reached over and placed his hand over Alex's knee, just under the table, and patted him, not easing any of the anxiety Alex felt but he still appreciated the gesture.
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The rest of the evening was pretty nice. Alex, Ivar, and Y/N had a few beers as, Hvitserk had coke, while they watched a movie on TV. The four of them laughed and talked and cracked jokes most of the evening.
Ivar sat back and just took it all in. This was the life. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this content with everything going on in his life.
"Well, it's getting late. I should be leaving," Alex said once they turned the TV off after the movie.
"What? I thought you'd stay?" Ivar really didn't want him to go. "Y/N is staying, too, aren't you?" He looked over at you for confirmation.
"Yes, Hvitserk made that clear earlier," you laughed.
"Well, it's just.. well, your mom is here. And I know this is your last night with her since she's flying back home tomorrow. And, honestly, I really don't want to be here when you have that talk with her," his voice was shaky.
Hvitserk interrupted as Ivar started to reply. "Dude! Chill! I've told you before, Ivar can handle mom," he laughed. "And anyway, how do you plan on getting home? None of us are going to drive you. And you already know, since Ivar chose to live here out in the middle of nowhere, there's no Uber coming out this far to get you either." He grinned widely, waiting to hear Alex's comeback.
However, it was Ivar who responded. "I'll drive you home. If that's really what you want. Don't listen to Hvitserk, here," he glared at Hvitserk and slapped him on the back of the head. "I do wish you'd consider staying, though. This is my home and you are always welcome."
Alex looked at Ivar, wanting to take him up on the offer and thinking maybe he could get him to stay with him back at his place once they arrived, but as he soon as their eyes met, he knew he couldn't tell him no. When could he ever deny this man?
"Umm, it's ok. I'll stay here, Ivar. I just don't want to be with you for the talk with your mom. Promise me that and I'll happily stay," Alex knew he was a total sucker and laughed to himself.
Ivar grabbed him at the back of his neck and pulled him closer and told him, "Deal," just as he landed a kiss on his plump lips.
Just as their kiss started to intensify, Hvitserk laughed at them, "And that would be our cue to go, Y/N, and leave these two to it." He stood up and reached his hand out to you and you placed yours in his, standing up beside him. "Damn, they didn't even come up for air. Let's go practice the same thing in my room," he smiled at you.
You hit him on the shoulder, "You're incorrigible, Hvitserk."
"And you love every bit of it," he grinned back at you, smacking you on the ass. "Let's go!" And he was right so you followed him to his room.
A little dazed, Alex pulled away from Ivar. "I hope your kisses always have this type of effect on me," he blushed, "But Ivar, I don't think we should be out here in the living room."
Ivar stood and answered, "Then follow me."
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Once Ivar's door was closed, he instantly grabbed Alex and twirled him around to face him, wrapping his arms tightly around him at his waist. Looking him deeply in his eyes, Alex asked, "Why do you want me to stay here with you so badly, Ivar?"
"Duh, because I love you and well," his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "It's just not possible for me to leave you alone."
A gentle smile stretching across Alex's mouth, he bit his bottom lip. "I'd like to bite that lip, too," Ivar flirted, smiling his devilish grin from ear to ear. Alex leaned in and kissed Ivar softly as Ivar did just as he'd mentioned and sucked Alex's bottom lip into his mouth and bit it. Alex's entire body tensed and twitched.
Gazing into Alex's eyes, Ivar slowly pulled Alex's shirt up and off of his body, his fingers lightly tracing along Alex's chest. His touches sent chills throughout Alex's body.
Ivar began kissing down Alex's neck, to his collarbone, then continued to his chest. The light, feathered kisses had Alex's breathing irratic and uneven. As Ivar continued, his hands slowly followed, lightly grazing Alex's body. The kisses and touches were so sensual that Alex felt lightheaded.
As Ivar got lower, he dropped to his knees and looked up at Alex, who was looking down at him in awe. Ivar continued to praise his body with licks and kisses as his hands reached his belt line. He slowly began to unfasten Alex's belt and pants while continuing to smother him with his kisses and nibbles, driving Alex wild with desire.
At this very moment, they both heard Ivar's bedroom door swing open and Aslaug's voice enter the room, "Ivar, we need to talk! Of all the people on this planet, I ran into Katia today in the mall and she's not just back, she's back for good. You'll never believe the reason she's here and why she needs to see you, pretty much immediately. She has your...." and it was at that moment that her eyes caught movement and she looked up.
There she saw Alex standing in the middle of the room, shirtless, with Ivar kneeled in front of him, practically worshiping his body, with his hands and mouth all over him.
Completely stunned, without even thinking, she let go of her coffee cup, all but the handle, and it swung forward spilling it's contents to the floor before sliding the rest of the way off of her fingers and smashing to the floor. She gasped as her other hand came to cover her mouth in complete shock.
Simultaneously, they both looked up to her, equally shocked, and Ivar yelled, "MOTHER! GET OUT! Don't you ever knock? OUT! NOW!"
Aslaug hesitated, her brain trying to process everything she'd just seen, and Ivar yelled again, "MOTHER, PLEASE! GET OUT! NOW!" She turned to the door and then stumbled back to the mess in floor and began to bend over. "Leave it! Just go, mom! Now! For fuck's sake, go!"
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As the door closed, Ivar rushed to it and locked it, this time wiggling it to be sure it actually closed. Alex practically fell to the edge of the bed, mortified, with his head in his hands.
Ivar came back and sat beside him. Placing his hand on Alex's back, he said, "I-I'm so sorry, Alex. I know that's not how you wanted her to find..."
"Just take me home," Alex interrupted him.
"Alex, look..."
"Please," Alex said, flatly.
Ivar panicked. What was Alex actually saying? Was this too much for him afterall? This had certainly been a very trying evening, at best.
Ivar moved from the bed and squatted down in front of Alex. He gently placed his hands on Alex's, waiting to see how he'd react before he attempted to move them or speak. Alex actually looked up on his own and found Ivar's worried look staring back at him. Alex placed his hand on Ivar's cheek. "Don't start worrying, babe. I'm ok. I-I'm just, umm, humiliated. That was so fucking embarrassing."
Ivar, still concerned, asked, "Because umm, it wa-was," his voice quivered, "With me? Orrr?" he felt so unsure of himself.
"The entire situation, Ivar. I'm not ashamed of you if that's what you're asking. I would've felt the exact same way if it had been with a woman," Alex reassured him. "I mean, man, your MOM walked in on us! Oh my God!"
Ivar sighed a breath of relief. "I'm so sorry, love. I thought the door locked when I closed it. It's my fault." He dropped his head, annoyed at himself.
Alex leaned forward and kissed Ivar on the forehead. "Let's just go to bed. This has been a hell of an evening. I'm exhausted."
Ivar felt the same but asked, "You sure you don't want me to drive you home?"
"I'm sure. I just umm," even after their time together, he still found himself nervous sometimes with Ivar, "I would really fucking love it if you would umm, just umm, hold me tightly until we fall asleep." His face flushed bright red at his admittance.
Ivar's heart melted right then and there. Trying to keep his voice even but severely failing, he answered, "Of course," and stood up. Alex smiled at him.
He went to his bathroom and freshened up, smelling both of his armpits and smiling at himself. He quickly returned, in only his boxers, to find Alex sitting on his bed the same way. Alex gulped, just looking at Ivar's defined chest, and swallowed loudly.
Ivar laughed, "You, too," as he crawled up in the bed beside him. Alex blushed again.
They both laid down, Alex in front of Ivar, spooning. Ivar wrapped his arms around Alex and held him like his life depended on it. He hated that they weren't able to finish what they'd started but he knew the mood had been killed for the night.
He raised up a little and kissed Alex on the cheek as he combed his left hand though Alex's hair. Alex made approving sounds as Ivar continued the motion.
Suddenly, Alex's entire body stiffened and he quickly turned around in Ivar's arms, facing him. "Oh fuck! Ivar, wait."
"What is it? What did I do?"
Ignoring Ivar's automatic assumption of guilt, Alex answered, "Oh my God! Your mom! She said she fucking saw Katia! And that she needed to see you immediately. What the fuck does she want with you after all this time? And why?" Alex began to sweat.
Ivar thought for a moment. He'd barely remembered Aslaug mentioning Katia at all. "Shit! You're right. It was really insignificant information at the moment, given the fact that I was busy with more important things," he winked and kissed Alex on the forehead, "But whatever it is, I honestly don't give a fuck, Alex. She can't just waltz back into my life after all this time and think she can just demand to see me because she suddenly thinks she has something important to say."
"But, Ivar..."
Ivar placed his finger over Alex's lips, "No, Alex. I'm serious. I don't care what she's suddenly decided is important. I wasn't," he grimaced at the hurtful memory of Katia leaving him so easily, like it was nothing, to return to her home in Russia, "And now, she isn't to me anymore. I have you and that's enough for me, love. I've finally moved on and I have no intention of humoring whatever her angle is to speak to me."
Alex thought for a moment, still feeling a little uneasy about everything, but finally said, "Ok, fair enough, but Ivar?"
"Yes, love?"
"Will you promise to let me know if you change your mind or if she just shows up to talk to you? It sounds just like her to show up when you don't ever get in touch with her," he tried not to panic but his gut wouldn't let him.
"I promise," he pulled Alex tighter to him, "But don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easily." Alex smiled into his chest.
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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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