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miss-madness67 · 7 months

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Mother Knows Best (Ivar)

Prompt: My arranged marriage with Ivar the Boneless was not a surprise. The surprise had been finding out he did not want to lay with me. Are the rumors of his incapabilities true? Is sex the answer to learn to love each other? I do not know. He scares me, but he is no less fascinating. That is why I decided to give him a chance. Slight AU. Ragnar does not die, neither does Aslaug. They rule side by side and decide to ally themselves with the Saxons.

Mother looks at me across the table. Her eyes are expectant, her expression unamused. She waits for me to say something; to tell her that I am already with child. But because I am not, I remain quiet.

“I would like to know my grandchild, preferably,” she says, “but it would be nice if at least I know you are with child before you leave Wessex.” She gives me a hard stare. Oh, I know she would like that, that’s the reason she has given me plenty of recommendations on how to please my husband in bed. Not that I have applied them.

A month ago, I was given the news that I was to be wed to the youngest of King Ragnar’s sons. A man I hadn’t even met and whose ruthlessness was well known. It was a political marriage. Arranged so our kingdoms would become friends instead of foes. My grandfather, King Ecbert, wanted to have a good relationship with the heathens, so he promised my hand for peace. I always knew I would be married for the good of my kingdom and not love, but that does not mean the news was less disappointing.

The wedding took place two weeks ago, right after the arrival of the Vikings. And as I approached the altar, that was the first time I laid eyes on my husband. His cold demeanor rendered me speechless, but his hard blue-eyed stare sent shivers down my spine. He was sitting on a chair waiting for me. I knew his legs were useless, so that did not surprise me. I tried not to stare during the ceremony but failed miserably. He had looked at me annoyed yet intrigued.

My father, Prince Aethelwulf, was displeased with the marriage, but he had little to no say in the matter. My mother Judith, even though she was in favor of the union, she did not agree with the choice of groom. She thought Ubbe or Sigurd would have been better candidates. King Ragnar himself had chosen Ivar, and my grandfather had agreed with the promise that he would be able to provide children. His ability to lay with a woman had many rumors, but King Ragnar had assured that Ivar was no less of a man in that matter. Not that I would know, because I had yet to lay with him.

The night of our wedding, the bedding ceremony had been canceled due to the Viking’s request. So when I entered the chambers, there was no pressure in laying with him. Yet, I expected he would have wanted me to because he is a man. That had not been the case. That night, we laid side by side in silence until the sun raised. Back then I had been grateful because I did not want to sleep with a man I barely knew, but now I have begun to question myself. Does he not find me attractive? Does he know how to lay with a woman? Is he really not physically able? Does he prefer men?

It is necessary for us to have a child in order to fortify the alliance. That is why my mother had given me tips to please him. I had yet to use them, I feared to do so. In all honesty, I had been afraid of my husband when I first heard of him, and during our wedding. I have heard how he is and I have seen how he treats people. However, that fear has receded ever since. These past two weeks he has been nothing but kind to me, even a little shy. That’s probably the reason why I have started to feel attraction towards him. That and his sharp mind. At first, I did not know how to speak his language. He has been slowly teaching me. And I have seen him playing chess with Alfred, it is honestly fascinating.

“It would be wise for your marriage if you have passion in the bedroom, darling,” my mother says.

I know she means good, and I know she is probably right, but I have to bite my tongue from mentioning her passion with my grandfather. Her marriage with my father is a mere paper. I do not wish my marriage with Ivar to be the same, despite the circumstances. But she does have a point, she has a very good relationship with my grandfather, whom she beds. Sex must be the answer to get closer to Ivar. And maybe, with time, we could learn to love each other. That is a foolish thought, but it is what motivates me to wait naked in bed. He arrives at the dormitory shortly after twelve. He has been drinking with his brothers, but all the inebriation leaves him once he sees me.

“Hello, my…” he does not like it when I call him titles, so I correct myself, “... Ivar. I have been waiting for you.” He does not say anything. Heat accumulates in my face. Does he not like what he sees? I fight the urge to cover myself and hide between the covers. His hands tighten around his crutches.

“What… What are you doing like that? What if someone other than me were to come in?” He questions, he seems angry at the idea, but his eyes do not leave my body.

“I made sure no one other than you were to come inside, my husband,” I whisper. Ivar must notice that I am not completely myself acting like this, because he looks away.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” He approaches the bed and sits down, his back to me. “I know this is an arranged marriage, we do not have to do anything that you do not want.” His voice is uninterested but his words are sweet. I hesitate.

“I know, but we are expected to bear children.” He tenses. He does not say anything, he starts to take off his leg braces. I wait patiently. The room is colder when he speaks.

“If that is what you wish this is unnecessary, you do not have to remove your camisole.” His voice is harsh and I know I said something I was not supposed to.

“It is not only about that,” I try to correct myself though my voice waivers in nervousness, “I wish… I wish for us to enjoy making children.” It is the most direct way for me to express my desire for him.

He stops what he is doing and turns around. He looks me in the eyes looking for uncertainty. I know he finds none when he drags his body towards me. His arms muscles flex and something knots in my belly. He looms over me with a hungry stare.

When he opens his mouth I think he is about to devour me but he speaks. “Do you not know the rumors? Do you not know what they say?” He does not wait for me to answer, “apparently, I can not please a woman, I can not give children, I am a useless husband.”

I do not hesitate to answer, “I do not listen to rumors, I like to verify for myself,” I put a hand on his chest and the other around his neck. “If it is false, then we shall prove them so, and if it is true, then we shall not give up until we try everything.” He looks doubtful, “I… have learned a few tricks that shall please my husband.”

His surprise is evident when he speaks, “well, I have also learned a few tricks that shall please my wife."

I smile, “then, let us learn from one another.” I do not have time to say anything else before his lips crash with mine.

It is uncertain if we will succeed this night or another, or if we will have children, or if we will learn to love each other. The only thing that I am certain of is that we care for one another. At this moment, in my husband’s arms, I feel like never before.

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multific · 1 year

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Grown to Love You

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Warnings: mention of smut, murder, kidnapping and obsessive behaviour

Summary: He finds you during a raid. Ivar the Boneless has to have you.

You were all alone and scared when his men found you and brought you to him. One asked if he could have you, but Ivar wanted you for himself.

He loved the fire and hatred in your eyes.

In the beginning, he kept you in his home, he could tell your masked your fear with anger as you tried many times to escape, but you always failed.

Then one day, something happened.

You were just sitting there on the floor. Not cursing at him, not throwing things. Was this your new technique to escape? A new plan perhaps? Pretending that you gave up?

"What are you looking at?" you asked as he kept staring.

"That is not how you talk to your King." but you said nothing, no snarky comeback, you didn't spit at him or kick him. You just sat there, chains around your hands as you looked at the fireplace. He moved from his bed, crawling over to you, much like how he had done before.

You slowly turned and looked at him.

"What is your new plan?"

"I have no plans. Even if I get out of here, I have no home to go back to, you burned my house." he watched your eyes, took him a moment to realize, your fire was gone. No fear, no hatred, no anger.

He won.

You gave up.

"You are mine. You have been since the moment I saw you." his hand moved to lower your dress from your shoulder and kissed your skin.

"Why didn't you touch me before then? If I'm yours?"

"I will never force myself on a woman,"

"You can't even walk."

"Which is why you will have to please me."

"And if I refuse?" a hint, a slight hint of the fire came back for a second before you let out a sigh because as you looked at him, you realized he didn't mean it, the smile on his face and the eyes told you.

"My grandmother warned me about men with blue eyes. She said she had a dream that one day, a man like that would take me and I will be lost. She said it was as if I walked into the darkness. She couldn’t see me after that." you tugged on your chains. "You haven't been as bad to me as I thought you will be. I thought you would... force me, beat me and kill me. But you fed me and kept me warm. Sure, you didn't give me a bed-"

"I told you to sleep next to me."

"How can you be sure I wouldn't kill you?"

"I have sharp senses. I am a warrior." his eyes continued to just watch your every move. "Agree to become my wife and you will have a great life."

"Wife?"

He nodded. "You will become Queen, you will become fully mine. Not my pet, but my woman. You have nothing to go back to, no one to return to."

"You killed everyone... so I'd stay with you?" he nodded. His eyes shone with something you didn't know, obsession.

"Your beauty is captivating, I was sure you are a witch. So beautiful and gentle. I saw it in your eyes. And now, you finally gave into me. I will take you as wife, marry me and you will have a life filled with love and care."

Your grandma was right, looking into his eyes, you walked right into the darkness, right into his arms.

He was obsessed and you were lost.

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Couple months had passed since you were wed to Ivar.

Living the life of a Viking, you tried your best to understand their traditions and follow their life style.

But it was challenging.

So much so, that when a man commented on it, you saw a side of Ivar you have never seen before.

"What did you say?" Both you and Hvitserk looked at Ivar and then at the man. Ivar was way too calm.

"I said, your Queen is a whore! She is not even a true Viking!" the man was drunk, and probably didn't even realize what he was saying.

One second the man was laughing, clearly not reading the room as everyone sat, frozen. The next moment the man was on the floor with an axe piercing his skull.

"Does anyone else have any comments to my wife?" no one moved, no one took a breath. Ivar started laughing.

You continued to eat.

Hvitserk shook his head before grabbing more wine.

"You defended my honour." you turned to Ivar as he sat to take of his armour.

"I have done that before, you just weren't present."

"Thank you."

"We have been married for months, you know I have deep feelings for you, of course I would defend you."

"I have never seen you so unhinged, so angry yet so calm, everyone was scared of you, I could feel their fear. Everyone was scared, while I was extremely aroused." this made Ivar look at you immediately. Now, topless, only wearing his trousers, he watched you, you shocked him. "You are incredible Ivar. You are so strong, people used to call you a cripple, now they fear your name and I truly realized that tonight. I am married to a true King, and My King, I wish for you to breed me tonight." lust filled your eyes.

Ivar swallowed, he watched you just standing there before you slowly brought your hands up to your shoulders, you moved your dress down as you turned, he didn't see your front, he saw your naked back. You moved onto the bed, watching him as you knelt on the furs.

"Please." your plea was barely audible, but it made him move.

Like a starved beast, he crawled over to you, meeting him halfway on the bed, your lips found his as his hands began to grab at your flesh.

Oh, how he loved this side of you.

You might play an innocent maiden when people were around, but truth was, when the moon was on the highest point of the sky, in the middle of the evening, Ivar could see your true side. You were possibly a siren, on top of him, moving up and down his shaft switching between slow and fast, your pace was always perfect.

His hands grabbed your flesh, everywhere he could reach, thighs, hips, or breasts.

Anything he could reach.

But you loved it the most when he sat up, meeting your lips as you still moved on top of him, his hands on your back as his lips were on yours, teeth pulling your bottom lip before moving to your neck and breasts.

Every evening, his room smelled of sex and fire.

You laying beside him, with your head on his chest, your finger making patterns on his skin as his arm was around your shoulder or hips. pulling you closer if that is possible.

Yes, he was obsessed with you, and yes you lusted for this man. He might have taken you from your home, trapped you and forced love out of you, but you were still here, swore to love him until your last breath.

"Do you think it worked?" he asked and you had a feeling what he meant.

"I believe, if your God is kind to us, then yes. We might have a child soon."

"Odin is great, I'm not sure if I can have children."

"Why wouldn't you? Your legs never stopped you from spilling your seed in me before. You worry for nothing Ivar, but even if tonight wasn't enough. I will never give up the hope of gifting you a child."

He smiled as you looked up at him, placing a kiss on his chin.

"I can see you with a daughter. She would make you chase her around the room, you would kill anyone for her, she would be perfect."

"Your imagination is quite something, My Love."

"I can also see you with a son. Teaching him your strategies, how to fight and survive, how to be a warrior. Only one child?" you asked.

"As many as you would give me." he replied.

"A lot of children. I would like that, it would mean when you leave for raids, I wouldn't be lonely." He looked into your eyes, seeing his blues as you smiled. You always spoke of such futures, he felt he wasn't good enough to be in them.

Having a lot of children with you was something he didn't even dare to dream about, and yet here you were. Your eyes shining with love and affection as you spoke of possible children with him.

"I love you." he whispered as you felt his palm on your back, pulling you in for a kiss.

"I love you too, My King." You kissed him on the lips, running your hand through his hair as you soon fell asleep with him.

You woke not long after, you were incredibly thirsty so as quietly as you could, you made your way to get some water. You put on a short gown, which you often slept in.

On your way back to the bed you saw possibly the most amazing view. Nothing could compare.

A naked Ivar, surrounded by furs as the fire made his skin glow.

His features relaxed as he slept on his back, one arm next to his head, the other laid out, waiting for your return.

Your eyes roamed his chest, running over his tattoos and muscles before you moved your eyes further down, although his cock, which always gave you great pleasure, was hidden under the furs, and your eyes longed on the visible bump before moving back up, the fur was dangerously low, making you thirsty for something other than water.

Ivar was a work of art. You were convinced he didn't even realize how tempting he was.

He moved ever so slightly in his sleep. AS if his subconscious was looked for you, his arm twitched, begging for you to return.

And you did. You moved back on the bed, right where you left from.

Oh, how you wished his seed took, gifting him a child would make you the happiest. You know you had to dissolve every doubt in his mind, but you were ready for the challenge.

You went back to sleep as his arm moved back to your waist. Slightly pulling you close as he let out a long sigh.

You drifted back to sleep.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Divinity - An Ivar the Boneless/Reader Smut Short.

Next drabble request from @southernbe for the prompt “I am going to fucking ruin you.”

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

Words - 305

Your mouth glides along the rigid shaft of his cock, Ivar’s hands tugging at your hair as you suck upon him happily, his grunts and growls filling the air.

“My little vixen. How well you take me into that pretty mouth.” He praises you with, blue eyes glittering like the brightest skies, his defined abs juddering as you let your tongue twirl over the head of his hardness before taking him whole once more. “Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“I miss my king when he is gone from me,” you pause to speak, letting his cock drag against your lower lip.

“You are telling me this already without words, my love. I can feel it, smell it. Your cunt perfumes the air, so full of need to be full of me.” He hauls you up, kissing you wantonly as you lie back on the bed atop him, his hand reaching between your legs to begin stroking at the soaking folds of your womanhood, gritting a curse at feeling just how dewy you are for him, his other hand spanking your backside firmly.

Your union is fervid already, your hand grasping him, pumping his rigidity as his fingers push inside you, parting your walls deftly, hungry lips sucking upon your tongue as you share filthy kisses, everything full of indulgence and need.

The cadence of your cries reaches fever as his thumb moves to stroke at your clit, your voice breaking apart on his name, your mouth descending to nip at the thick column of his neck, lowering further, trailing over his tattoos before he pushes you onto you front, forcing your legs apart before heaving his body between them to sink himself balls deep into your heat.

“Prepare yourself, my little doe. I am going to fucking ruin you.”

And he does. And it’s utter divinity.

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless

Screw Them

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings:basically nothing, all empty here

Summary: You want to meet up with Ivar , but accidentally run into your sister. Will you be able to make it to Ivar in Time?

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It was a busy day in Kattegat. Well, nowdays everyday in Kattegat was busy. I smiled, as I made my way through the crowded streets. People were talking, laughing, trading, gambling and so much more. But the people were happy and that's what counted the most.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

I turned around as I recognized the Voice of my older Sister, Lagertha. She walked over to me and only now I noticed that her son, Bjorn was with her. He was around my age, even though he was my nephew. I smiled at him and engulfed him in a hug, saying hello before turning to Lagertha.

"What is my little sister doing here of all things?", she smiled and put her arm around me.

"I've just been walking around a little bit", I smiled,trying to mask my true intentions of meeting up with Ivar.

"All alone?", Bjorn asked curiously, also throwing an arm around my shoulder. We must've looked pretty silly, walking around all huddled up.

"I was just enjoying my free day", I answered, slowly shaikng both thier arms off of me.

"Working for the queen is not that easy, is it?", Lagertha asked and I shook my head.

"No, it isn't...but tell me, what are you two doing here?", I wonderend and suspciously eyed the two. Did they know about me and Ivar?

"We were just looking around for some fish", Lagertha explained,"The boys need to have a proper meal for once"

She laughend and patted Bjorn's stomach. He quickly pushed her hand away and smiled:"Why don't you join us?"

My thoughts were racing, trying to find a proper excuse to not have to go with them. I was already late, I couldn't risk loosing anymore time.

"Great idea, it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite sister", Lagertha agreed.

"I'm your only sister", I mumbled, rubbing my neck,"Actually, I would like to spend this time by myself, you know. It's not often that I get a little break from everything"

Lagertha's expression changed from exited to concerned in under a second:"Are you all right?"

I nodded:"I am fine, I just...want some alone time, to clear my head and such"

"Alright then, we'll see you for Dinner", Lagertha said and pulled me in for a goodbye hug.

I said my goodbyes to both of them and then hurried through the busy streets. I have to admit, I had to push a few people out of the way, but as I entered the forrest, I was able to gain a little speed and a few minutes later, I had reached my destination.

Stopping in front of the little cliff, from were you could see the entirety of Kattegat, I leaned on my knee's for support, trying to catch my breath.

"You're late"

I looked up. I could only see his back, but I still knew exactly who it was, that sat there in front of me.

"I ran into my sister", I explained after I caught my breath. I got up and slowly walked over to him,"Had to make up some dump excuses for me wanting to be alone and shit"

He chuckled at my words and finally turned around. A smile on his face, he spoke up:"I thought you'd stand me up"

My features softened at his words and I stepped closer, grabbing his hand:"I would never"

Ivar granted me a smile and softly pulled me onto his lap. Without saying anything, he carefully placed his lips on my neck, kissing his way up to my lips. I sighed at his actions and right before his lips reached mine, he stopped. I felt his hand reach for my cheek and he softly carressed my face. His steel blue eyes bore into mine. He seemed to wait for a reaction of mine. I smiled and slowly overcame those last few centimeters between us. His lips were slightly chapped, as he pressed them against mine, his arms grasping my waist and pulling me closer.

I sighed against his lips. I had missed him. We hadn't been able to meet up for weeks, now it was like he was oxygen and I needed him to survive.

As we finally parted, Ivar looked more out of breath than after killing a whole lot of saxons. His cheeks were reddened and his lips were slightly parted. I slowly raised my hand and carressed his bottom lip with my thump. Ivar closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

"I misssed you", He mumbled quietly.

"I missed you too", I smiled. Ivar reciprocated my smile and let his head fall against my shoulder. I raised my arms to rest around his neck, gently pulling him closer to me.

"I can't wait to spend this day with you", he grinned, softly kissing my shoulder.

"I have to leave for dinner with Lagertha later", I confessed.

Ivar looked back up at me.

"Screw them!", He mumbled before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. He was right, Screw them...

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lokifromvalhalla · 1 year

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A nice punishment

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

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

Not proofread! Sorry for any mistake!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quit playing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You good, love?”

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

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

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

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crowwritesaway · 7 months

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Ivar the Boneless x Reader Pt. 2

I can’t keep up with them. My mom keeps speaking over me. My feelings go unheard and constantly invalidated by my family.

I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this…with them. You frowned, finding yourself dissatisfied with everything…with them once again.

Bzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Your phone was vibrating. Who could it be?

You turned over your phone. It was Ivar. Should I answer? I don’t want to burden him. He did say I could count on me.

You rubbed your forehead. Shit. I overdid it again. Now, I have a headache. Great. Just fucking great. You winced at the pain. Never mind, it’s a fucking migraine.

It was like a ritual. Every single time you felt stressed, worried, or just overwhelmed by your family, you would get a migraine. It felt like a curse.

Ivar pulled the phone away from his ear. He furrowed his eyebrows. Why isn’t she answering my calls? Did she fall asleep?

He glanced at the clock on his wall. 6:30pm.

He shook his head. No, she wouldn’t be asleep.

He unlocked his phone. Clicked on messages app and clicked on your name. He contemplated what to say. He didn’t want to make you feel like you did something bad. He didn’t want to hurt you.

You sigh, the phone stopped vibrating. Even if I did answer, I wouldn’t know what to say. You tossed your phone aside. I hope he understands. I don’t know how to open up. I become voiceless. It’s so hard to say what I want to.

He growled, he couldn’t say what he wanted over messages. It wouldn’t have the same impact. He blue eye narrowed on the keyboard. She’s worth it. Every sleepless late night. If they won’t care, I will. I have to remove her from that place. Once and for all. I’ve had enough of this.

He inhaled and exhaled before typing, “Whatever it is that is consuming your mind, I’ll be there for you. No expectations. Just you and me. See you soon. Love you.❤️‍🔥” He tilted his head. Should I keep the emoji or is it too much? His eyes went wide, what if I overdid it? He moved his thumb to erase it but accidentally tapped send.

He nodded to himself. My heart is on fire for her though. He stood up. That’s it. I’ll take her out on an adventure. We could go to the beach and look at the moon. And if she wants to we could stay and watch the sun rise.

He smiled. She had always wanted to go out at night. I can make her forget even if it’s just for one night. One of many.

He got off his bed and swiftly left his room. He called his driver and sent one last message to you before leaving his house.

You threw your head back, sighing. I didn’t do anything. How am I supposed to be the one apologizing?

It’s tiring listening to my mom play victim and at the same time, hurt me with her words. I feel bad and at the same time, I’m angry. It hurts.

Bzzz.. Bzzz. Bzzz. You looked away from the wall and picked up your phone. The screen light up. A message from Ivar. You unlocked your phone. You smiled. My precious Ivar. My rock. If he wasn’t around, I don’t know what I would do. At least he cares. He listens. He’s been around for so long that I hope he won’t leave me like the rest.

I shouldn’t be doubting him but after experiencing so much pain and trauma from my family, I don’t know what to expect from anyone else. But then again, he isn’t just anyone. He’s stood by my side. Ughh.

You rubbed your temples. It doesn’t feel good questioning his intentions. But it’s all I know to protect myself.

Heart emoji. I appreciate his words. His heart emoji. I’m so going to tease him.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Another message from Ivar.

It said, “Get dressed. A hoodie and sweats. It’s a chilly night. I don’t want you to get sick. I’ll take a spare one just in case. Put you first. Let’s enjoy the night and get out of our heads for a while. Please. Sneak out. 😉I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

You held back a smile. He could be so sweet and kind when he wants to.

“Throw out the trash.” Your sister told you. Fuck it. I deserve this. Right? So far, I’ve done everything to their standards. The least they can do is let me have this one night. Im an adult. I can do this.

“Did you hear me?” Throw the trash.” Your sister said, irritated. She blamed you. She was on your mom’s side.

You made a joke. It wasn’t even serious. It was a reality check that stings like a bitch to your mom.

Your mom blew up in your face. Said hurtful things. But it’s your fault. Your mom hasn’t spoken to you since the “fight”. You refuse to talk because you had enough.

You took out a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. You changed into them. You pocketed your phone and exited the room. You walked into the living room. Your mom was on the couch. She ignored you. You put your shoes on by the door.

You picked up the trash and exited the apartment. You lived in an apartment complex so the garbage was disposed on the other side. You grinned as you walked away. The sunset was beautiful. It was windy. It felt great to be away.

Honk. Honk. Honk. Honk.

You turned to look who was honking. There at the backseat of the car was Ivar, smiling as he waved his hand at you. You laughed, shaking your head. He looked insane. You lifted the trash bag and pointed that you were going to dump it. He nodded.

You dump the trash and took out your hand sanitizer. You squirted some on your hands and rubbed your hands together.

You looked around. The last thing you need is someone to report to your mom about this. Nosy neighbors.

You walked up to the car. You opened the door. He mischievously smiled as you got in. He inwardly cheered. He finally got you to go out with him.

You got inside and shut the door. “Let’s go.” Ivar told the driver. You rolled up the window. “So, where are we going?” You asked, putting in your seatbelt. “You’ll see.” You turned over to look at him. “Surprise, huh.”

“Yup, a surprise you’ll love.” Ivar replied, smiling down at you.

Thank you for reading.

#ivar the boneless x oc #ivar x reader #ivar fanfic #ivar the boneless fanfic #ivar x plus size reader #ivar x female reader #ivar the boneless x you #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x oc

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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◌ 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐬/𝐨 ◌

→ female reader, requests open ⛓

SFW ●

◌ He fell in love with your smile as soon as he saw it. And the breath hitched in his throat, when he heard your laugh.

◌ When you showed that you weren't intimidated by the infamous Ivar the Boneless, he was stumped. Everyone was? So, why weren't you? He had done awful things, he lived up to his name.

◌ And yet, you knew all of this. You knew that everyone had a past. That no one was perfect. Humans have a duality that many cannot understand. But you do.

◌ He yearned whenever you showed him kindness.

◌ He ached whenever you weren't around.

◌ It was different to a crush, he knew you were someone special. Someone that he couldn't ignore.

◌ He did try to push you away, but he felt so strongly about you. His nature to protect that he holds dear, was absolutely amplified. Especially if anyone said a word against you.

◌ Your relationship progressed into a friendship, first and foremost. Ivar learning that whatever he said to you was kept secret. He told you his dreams, his worries, his passions. It was difficult at first - he did not believe you were sincere.

◌ Your sincerity was like a smack to the stomach. You spoke truth; there were no hidden motivations behind what you said, nor meant.

◌ And yet, you were apprehensive too. There were far too many people that took advantage of your kindness and authentic nature.

◌ You didn't believe Ivar's advances until he stood up for you in the hall. There were visitors from a treaty and were being rude to you. It didn't take Ivar long to say anything. "One more word and I will rip your tongue from your throat." And no one said a goddamn thing about you.

◌ You moved in with Ivar, making it much more homely than it was. You have a strong afinity with Frejya and she loves cats.

◌ Ivar gifted you a kitten on your wedding day. And then a few months later, you found a sickly litter and nursed them back to health. Ivar's first response was to leave them outside to die, but he noticed the hypocricy of that. So, he helped with the herbs and finding homes for them. (You kept the two that no one wanted.)

◌ He loves when you fill the home with flowers, he appreciates the colours. Bog rosemary and Harebell are his favourites.

NSFW (🔞) ● I don't think Ivar has mobility below the waist, so I won't disrespect that fact. Sex with someone disabled is different with someone with that certain mobility. Yet, there are ways in which both people feel fulfilled ♥

◌ He was hesitant and insecure to begin with whenever something sexual unfolded. He didn't realise that you could possibly be feeling the same way.

◌ "There's nothing that could make me love you any less, Ivar." "Is that the truth?" "There is nothing more true."

◌ If you were vocal about your insecurities (I say 'if' because not every chubby person feels this way.) He would be genuinely shocked. "There is nothing wrong with you. I don't know how you can't see your beauty."

◌ He spends most of the time making you feel good, loved.

◌ Many witty remarks are thrown around during sex; the mental stimulation makes Ivar smirk, then in turn, makes you more wet.

◌ He does like leaving marks on your skin; hickies on your chest, breasts and thighs.

◌ He likes eating you out; you sitting on his face and rubbing your pussy back and forth against his tongue.

◌ His mission is to get you to scream his name, shamelessly, to show the entirety of Kattegat that he can please a woman.

#vikings #ivar headcanons #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless headcanons #dating would include #dating ivar would include #vikings imagine #vikings headcanons #ivar imaine #ivar the boneless imagine #lagertha #ivar x you #ivar x reader #ivar x y/n #female reader #ivar x female reader

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popcorn1989 · 2 years

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Pairing: Alex x Marco x F!reader Summary: You're working on set at the filming of Vikings. Helping out here and there, but your main job was to take care of the actors when they needed something. (Food, handing out jackets etc.) Until now everything was going smoothly, but soon you had to deal with Alex and Marco, who tries to annoy you mightily. Warning: I don't think there is anything that could trigger you. If yes, forgive me. *Note: The stories are fictional and are based on pictures I found on the internet. Words: 2820

"Have you forgotten something"

Today will be a good day - you thought to yourself, no Alex far and wide, today you didn't see him. So you could finish your work, without interruption. Yes, today will be a good day. The weather also played along, and you had decided to take your camera with you, because you would have time, after work, to take some nice landscape pictures. You had it around your neck, and it was bobbing back and forth in joyful anticipation, in front of your chest.

"What's for dinner today?" yelled Felix, looking up at you from his film camera as you passed him, "I don't know yet, I'd have to ask the cooks" you smiled at him before turning around and reaching the spot where the actors' small campers were parked. Gustaf, sat, with his Floki makeup on, in front of the open door of his camper and waved at you.

Joyfully you waved back, yes today will be a quiet and great day, everyone was here except Alex. You walked up to Gustaf who looked at you a bit questioningly, you reached into your pocket and pulled out several candies. "Well there I go, can't say no" he spoke and took the candy that was wrapped in the red paper. "Your turn in a minute?" you ask curiously. But Gustaf shook his head. "I guess I'll have to wait another hour. They had technical problems, but don't ask me which ones, I have no idea about that" - "Hm" you nod. "Is there something on your mind? Do you want me to get you something?" again he shook his head "You know me, I have everything I need" - "Let me know if that changes, that's what I'm here for. I'll go on."

You waved again joyfully before you went on your way again, and he did the same, smiled and waved after you. Oh wonderful, nothing that could spoil your mood today - joyfully, you let your steps bounce a little. Your braid bobbed back and forth on your head, your smile was so wide that you infected everyone who saw you. Katheryn, in her full Lagertha outfit, came up to you and opened her arms wide for you to hug her. You found yourself in a long hug, with her squealing joyfully. Then she let go of you and looked at the camera "Oh, did I break it?" she spoke and picked up, the cover, of the lens. "Oh, it's so old, it's survived a lot more" you laughed and took the black cover and clicked it back in front of the camera lens. "Was just the cover, it's loose" you beam at her again.

"I didn't really want to ask you, but I can't help it" - "Okay, I'm always here for you, you know that" - "I'm so craving chocolate. Maybe, but only if you have time, could you bring me something?" you nod a little exaggerated "Which one exactly, any wish" she waved off "Anyone, the one from last time maybe?" - "The one with the white dots?" she pointed at you and raised her eyebrows "Yeah, that one was damn tasty" again you nodded, you were sure you had another one somewhere in your suitcases "I'll put it in your camper later" She smiled happily as she was called. "I have to go to makeup, I'll see you and thanks" she said stroking your cheek before disappearing.

You continue your way, you had been given the task to take care of the tent again, chairs, tables, drinks, then you should go to the costumes and help where they needed you at the moment. In between you would get the chocolate, briefly you considered making a note in your phone, but you decided not to do that until several actors made requests. You liked Katheryn, she was always so kind and loving to you, your smile came back when you thought about her. Yes, really nothing could change your mood today. Nothing at all… - when you stopped abruptly. Alex was standing in front of a camper and smoking a cigarette. He stared strained at his cell phone. You quickly disappeared behind a camper, hoping that he hadn't seen you. Can't be true - you thought, annoyed.

How quickly such a mood could change. He wasn't actually scheduled to come today ...or they changed their mind and needed him after all, great - you leaned back against the side of the camper and thought about how best to avoid him when your cell phone vibrated. You reach into your pocket and pulled out your phone, the display said you had received a WhatsApp, from an unknown number. You clicked on it and the app opened. You roll your eyes as you read.

- Sweetie, are you serious? Do you think I didn't see you 😂👍

Actually you didn't want to write back, you knew it was Alex, briefly you wonder where he got your private number, but you think it would be better to lie and write him back.

- I had to leave quickly. I remembered that I had forgotten something -

Under the number appeared, … writes … again, you roll your eyes.

- Look where you are right now 😉 -

You looked up, in front of you stretched a wide meadow, not a soul was to be seen and if you would run along there, you would come only into a dense forest, you looked again at your cell phone as several messages came.

- Stupid or? - - Were you going to look for mushrooms? - - Haha, probably picking some flowers? 😉🌹 - - Everyone has his preferences. - - Did I do something to you? 😕 - - I've got something I need… -

You don't react at all, thinking you could just walk past him behind the campers without him seeing you. You click on the number and save it under Pain in the ass. Putting the phone away, it vibrated again, another message.

- Are you still there? -

Okay, no escaping from Alex, and now he could annoy you at any time by simply writing to you. If you find out who gave him your number, you will make that person so small that he will wish he was never born, probably you will do nothing of the same. So you went back around the camper and saw Alex looking up, he put his phone away and came towards you. Whatever it is, I'll put it at the bottom of my list - you thought "Oh, you're here too? Nice to see you" you spoke kindly, he waved off

"Oh, nice to see you too, good thing you just ran into me" you suppressed, your eye roll and smiled, just like you had smiled this morning, just don't let it get you down. But this made Alex become suspicious. "Are you okay? Are you hurting?" he came closer to your face and looked at it, then his eyes fell on the camera, and he started laughing "What's that?" he grabbed for it and turned it in his hand "A Nikon" you say and took it out of his hand. "Yeah, did you steal that from a museum?" again he laughed. "Och, what did you want from me now? How can I help you?" you asked in the friendliest tone you could muster.

"Can you even take pictures with it? Or does it fall apart when you press the shutter button? I mean… Hello? What's that?" He pointed at the camera, at the broken corner you had lovingly taped together with black tape. "That, Alex, is a camera and that, Alex, is tape because I accidentally dropped it" you swatted his finger away. "Why do you drop your camera? And why don't you buy another one? I mean…" he picked up the camera again, "You can't even change the lens"

- Cool, now Alex picked up his favorite topic, and you didn't really feel like talking to him about cameras - you couldn't help rolling your eyes. "First, I don't drop them on purpose, I didn't mean to. Second, I don't have the money to buy a new one and third, I don't need other lenses, I'm not doing this professionally, I'm doing it for me and fourth, what do you want from me, if I can get you something I'll be happy to do it, but get to the point. I have other work to do, I don't have time to stand here and have a chat about cameras" Alex put a hand on his chest and raised his eyebrows "Oh sorry sweetie, didn't know you were so busy. I just wanted to ask you to stock my fridge" he pointed to his camper. "What did you just call me?" you spoke confused as you looked back at him from his camper "Servant, I said servant" he spoke pretending to think.

You sigh and close your eyes for a moment, when you open them again you saw a cheeky grin from him. "I'll do it later, oh great ruler" you said and were about to pass him when he grabbed your arm, "Remember Coke, you forgot it the other day" you nodded and left. Forgotten? Merely not taken - you thought and grinned inside yourself. A little bit you could take the liberty to annoy him, too, if he did it with you. Your cell phone vibrated, when you looked at the display, you realized that "the Pain in the ass" under which you had saved Alex, had written a message

- Don't forget the gummy bears, please. 😏-

A few hours later, you were finally ready with the tent. Chairs to sit on, table full of odds and ends to eat and drink. You brush small, fine hairs from your face that had come out of the braid. Some Actors had secured their chairs by hanging their jackets over them. One of them was Marco, but he seemed very much in thought, he just greeted you nicely and left. You had left the promised chocolate in the camper during a little break. You had put a little note with it - Enjoy it, Kath - Now you would take a little break yourself and then head to the costumes, but fill Alex's fridge first. You looked at your cell phone, ten new messages, you started to groan when you saw that they were all from Alex.

14:00 - Where are you right now? - 14:02 - Ah yes, must be working 😜 - 14:05 - I just remembered that I don't want gummy bears - 14:06 - Maybe chips?- 14:07 - No, I'd rather not - 14:16 - Forget it 😬 - 14:25 - Are you off work?- 14:45 - Did you forget my fridge?😟😟 - 15:00 - Can you at least write me back?- 15:05 - Gotta go-

You don't write anything, you were about to leave to fill his fridge, you looked at the clock, 16:00. Probably you were lucky, and he would not be there, you looked around to see if you had everything of yours with you and took the bag that you had already filled with small things and drinks. Then you set off on your way. Not long, and you could finally take pictures, you hoped maybe today to photograph the sunset, which always disappeared so beautifully behind the mountain. Arriving at the camper, you put the bag on the small couch and straighten your braid, then you open the fridge and slam it shut again angrily.

It was full, everything there you needed, coke, water, ready sandwiches. You breathed in and out calmly, so you wouldn't start cursing, then you took the bag and put everything, on the small kitchen sideboard. A coke, water, gummy bears, candy bars and various fruits. You try to put some in the fridge, the rest you leave on the sideboard and leave. I'm just not going to let anything get to me - you thought.

It was time to take a break. You went to your camper and closed the door behind you. Through your Walki Talki, the directors were discussing whether they could film it with technical problems. Maybe the work day would be over quicker if they couldn't get a handle on it. You hit the off button, something you were only allowed to do on break. You grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and lay down on the small couch, you open TikTok and while you ate you laughed at some videos. When a message popped up.

- I supposed to tell you he forgot, to write you, that someone already took care of his fridge, Sorry 🙏🙏 -

Marco had written to you.

- Already seen -

You write back without opening the app, and keep scrolling through TikTok.

- Sorry and I forgot to write you that 💕 -

You shake your head briefly, forgotten, clear.

You believe that this was done on purpose so that you do a pointless job. You stuff the last piece of bread into your mouth and put your hand under your head. No one can annoy you when you have a break, no one and nothing. Besides, you were used to the guys sending you somewhere, even though no one needed you there.

- Probably, will be canceled today, they do not find the error -

You sit up as you read the message from Marco and reach for your Walki and turn it on. "Yes, I have one more idea" - "Okay, short break for everyone!"

Your phone vibrated again - Pain in the Ass inserted you into the group Gang bang - you hate WhatsApp groups, and what the hell was that name? You remove yourself from the group, no matter what he wanted, or whoever was there in the group. It was enough that Alex had your number, and by now you had an idea who had given him your number. Marco. You had given him your number because he had flown home, he was supposed to write you when he would be back and what he needed in his camper. The message never came from him, but he sent you lots of pictures and from time to time videos from TikTok.

But he never got on your nerves, he sends them and if you don't respond he doesn't ask, he just keeps sending. Like some old dude who sends you funny memes because he knows you find it funny, and that alone is enough for him. On your birthday, was the first time he wrote to you.

You looked at the clock, time to finally make your way to the costume. You throw the paper from the sandwich into the trash can, put your Walki on your belt with a last look at your cell phone and let your cell phone sink into your pocket. Actually, the day wasn't as bad as you feared. When your cell phone vibrated again, you stopped, looked around briefly, then took it out of your pocket again. - These cell phones will be our downfall - you thought briefly when you saw again that Alex had invited you to the group. From now on, it was really too much for you. How could you be so annoying? You looked at the messages that appeared.

- What's that, Alex? - - I don't know, just found it here 😁 - - Can you play baseball with it? - - I don't know, just found it here 😁 - - 😂😂😂 Okay - - Looks old, Marco- - Dip it in water, maybe it can swim? -

You frowned, you had no idea what the guys were trying to tell you, or were they just trying to get on your nerves? Then they had done it, because you didn't feel like thinking about what they might mean, so you interfered.

- What do you mean? - - What? Who are you? - - Hahaha, she can write after all, Marco 😂 - - I don't know what it is, just found it here - - Where? Where are you, what do you have? -

- Where we are right now? Here - - Look how curious she is, Marco - - Think long throw is possible with this, Alex - - 😂😂😂 Okay - - Wait, I got a deal here, Alex - - Great.... you broke it, Marco - - No, no. - - And if it wouldn't be noticeable 😂 -

- GUYS? -

- Some kind of lid, Alex - - Oh wait, I know what it is - - Why are you looking in there, Marco? - - You guys aren't seriously sitting in a tent together, texting each other? - - Pain in the ass sent a picture -

You tear your eyes open when you recognized what the boys had there in the picture. It can't be - You had looked around to make sure you had everything, but you forgot your camera in the tent. Angrily you looked at the picture again, but your anger faded, you actually thought the picture was pretty cute. You save it to your phone, so you can look at it again later.

- Guys, if you break it, you'll have to deal with me, clear??? -

You write back, the guys just sent you laughing smiley faces in response. The guys may have thought they were teasing you, but if you were honest, it made your day. You looked closely at the picture again and smiled as you walked to the costume.

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ivar the boneless x black females

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ninchen1909 · 1 year

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The wrong groom

Pairing: Ivar the boneless x female reader

Word count: ~ 2.500

Hey,

this is the first time I write for a Vikings character. Also English isn‘t my first language, so I apologize in advance for possible mistakes.

I hope you have a great day!

Warnings: mention of killing disabled children, mention of alcohol, kind of arranged marriage but also not

"How can you ask this of me father?" you turn to him angrily, your dress swinging elegantly around your body. All of your father's advisors look at the floor, not daring to say a word. Even the priest, who always follows your father like a faithful, obedient dog, stands before you with his head bowed.

"How can you ask me to marry one of these barbarians, they stand for all that we despise. How in God's holy name can you ask me to marry one of these sinners?"

Your face is flushed red with rage, your hands clenched into tight fists. You have always been different from all the other princesses you have known. You never let anyone tell you to shut up and you always stood up for your convictions. At some point your parents realized that they could never chastise you and made a deal with you to control your temper at least in front of visitors and other nobles.

"You must do it my beloved daughter, for our kingdom, for our freedom and for our people."

Tears well up in your eyes, whether from anger or sadness you can't quite tell yourself. A few days ago, you were simply the princess of one of the smaller kingdoms in England, never attracting the interest of the Northmen until they suddenly and without warning attacked your city. Half of your army have already been killed and it is almost certain that your city could not withstand another attack.

"But why me father, why not Sophie, you've wanted to marry her off for a long time, she's older and wiser than me." Your tone has by now lost its sharpness, desperation winning out over fear.

"Sophie does not have your strength, my child, she would perish in their world, but you can become stronger in it." The look in your father's eyes becomes softer, you even think you can recognize pity in it.

"Do I even have a chance of getting out of this unmarried?" your father shakes his head, a defeated sigh escaping your throat.

"They are already on their way to us, King Ragnar with his sons and some retainers, we will discuss the details at a feast today."

"May I at least know the name of my intended?" you cross your arms stubbornly in front of your chest, a behavior for which other princesses would have experienced great suffering, but your father has to suppress a smirk.

"Prince Sigurd"

A few hours later, the feast is in full swing, together with your sister, your father, and his closest confidants, you sit on a raised table in the back of the Great Hall.

Your appetite has left after a closer observation of the Nordic table manners. Disgusted, your mouth tightens as you see them talking with their mouths full and not seeming to understand the meaning of cutlery at all. The wine flows in streams and soon you realize that they seem to be able to hold more alcohol than the men in your town.

All evening you feel the eyes of one of Ragnar's sons on you, you know from the description your father gave you of your future husband that it is not Sigurd. Crutches are leaning against the wooden bench next to him and his attentive, alert eyes follow your every move. His dark brown hair, like the hair of the other Northmen is worked into beautiful braided hairstyles. Your father seems to be able to interpret your gaze clearly, as unobtrusively as possible, he leans in your direction and whispers to you:

"This is Ivar, he is the youngest son of Ragnar and according to stories also by far the most bloodthirsty and brutal among the brothers. So stay away from him."

A silent nod is your answer, but to your own dismay, your father's words don't repulse you, but rather make the interest in Ivar grow in you. During the whole time, his ice-blue eyes are constantly directed at you, even when you look directly at him, he does not avert his gaze from you, but gives you an arrogant smile, much to your astonishment.

Throughout the evening, your eyes meet again and again, and each time anew goose bumps cover your body, the dangerous aura that surrounds him captivates you, and as if automatically, your hand finds its way to the cross that hangs around your neck, you clasp it tightly with your fist.

The festivity goes on like all the previous ones. Everyone gets drunk and all the noble, God-fearing men, as time passes and alcohol consumption increases, look for a young woman for the night, who in no way resembles their spouse.

With your father's consent, you get up from the table as inconspicuously as you can and leave the hall almost in a hurry. You hold up the skirt of your dress to get ahead faster and so you walk quickly straight towards the stables.

Your entrance is accompanied by the excited neighing and nervous scraping of hooves as you make your way as quietly as possible to the last stall. In it stands your most faithful friend in the kingdom, the only one you don't have to worry about betraying you. Carefully you push the latch aside and enter the box with slow steps. Dark, loyal eyes beam at you as you lovingly bury the flat of your hand on the snow-white fur.

"Greetings, my old friend," you carefully lean your forehead against his and close your eyes, the smell of fresh hay rising to your nostrils, and for the first time this evening, you seem to be able to breathe properly. You tenderly stroke your horse's nostrils as you hear a steady clacking sound in the front of the stable. With a jerk, you turn around, prepared to spot the potential danger and fight back if necessary.

However, you would never have expected to meet the person who is now standing in front of you. You watch as he moves slowly but smoothly toward one of the hay bales and drops onto it, his crutches leaning next to him within reach. Now he looks at you through his thick lashes. The sky-blue of his eyes makes you shiver pleasantly and for a brief moment you think your legs would give out their service and make you fall uncomfortably to the ground. Quickly you try to hide this.

"What are you doing here my prince, shouldn't you be out in the hall getting drunk with the other men and lusting after the women?"

You yourself are taken aback by your direct words, but you don't let this show. Unlike expected, your words do not make him angry, but rather seem to amuse him. For a short time later, a raucous, throaty laugh fills the stables.

"You're different little raven, aren't you? Most of the other princesses I know are obedient and well-behaved, but you carry the fire of Freya in you." An arrogant but also admiring smile spreads on Ivar's face.

"You are also different from most people I know, because most people I know have two functioning legs and can actually walk of their own free will."

no sooner have you said these words than you regret them. You never wanted to be someone who limited others only to physical attributes. His smile begins to stiffen and the playful spark has also disappeared from his eyes.

"I guess you're right about that little raven" you notice him reach for his crutch and tense his upper body to hoist himself up. You hurry to place a hand on his forearm, an apologetic expression coming to your face.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It's just you they don't get many people like you, most of you are..." you dare not finish the sentence, which Ivar takes from you though.

".... Killed or left for dead. I know."

Under your hand you notice how his muscles relax again and Ivar seems to loosen up again. An uncomfortable silence spreads over you, only the scraping of hooves and the flaring of nostrils can be heard around you.

"You said before that I had the fire of Freya in me."

With a nod, Ivar indicates for you to continue talking.

"Who is Freya?"

a slight smile spreads across his face after your question and he leans a little further towards you.

"One of our goddesses, especially in times of war we think of her and make sacrifices to be in her favor."

"So you're comparing me to a goddess who brings death and disaster to people?"

you raise an eyebrow.

"Believe me that is an honor, she is one of our Most Favored Gods, but if it soothes your Christian heart, she is also the Goddess of Marriage and Love."

Slightly you nod to yourself as you soak up this knowledge.

"You said Freya is one of your gods, who else do you make sacrifices for?"

Ivar looks into your face trying to find some form of dishonesty there, however the only thing Ivar can discern there is genuine curiosity.

Eagerly, you listen to his soothing voice as he tells you about the father of the gods, Odin, Thor, Loki, and all the others gods.

After the feast, King Ragnar has decided to stay with his whole troupe until your and Sigurd's wedding, so that you can then sail back with them to their homeland and a new life.

Against all expectations, you spend most of your time with Ivar instead of your future husband. You realize that none of the stories do justice to Ivar's character, at least not when he is with you. Of course, you recognize his gruff, sometimes even sadistic manner when he is with other people. With you, however, he is tender and attentive, always giving you his complete attention and patiently explaining everything you want to know. He tells you stories of his adventures and of what awaits you in your new home.

With each passing day you notice how your feelings for Ivar increase and your interest in Sigurd decreases until it finally ceases to exist, each day your heart yearns more for the man with the crippled legs. Never does he treat you as if you were beneath him. Every day he tells you stories about his travels, his homeland and his gods and to your own amazement he listens attentively to your stories about your god. After only a few days you realize that his mere presence makes you happy, every day you wake up in anticipation of spending your day with him. And he seems to feel the same way. In all this time Sigurd never once seeks your company, nor does he make any effort to get to know you better. Ivar even more so.

Three days before the wedding you can't take it anymore, you have to stand by your feelings or you will be unhappy for the rest of your life.

With quick steps you make your way to the throne room with one hand grasping the skirt of your dress so as not to trip without knocking you push open the heavy wooden door and look into the astonished faces of your father and King Ragnar.

"Daughter, how dare you..."

"Father, please forgive the intrusion, however, I need to talk to you about something that has been depriving me of sleep for several nights now."

At your words, your father's features soften and his voice loses some of its original sharpness.

"Speak then, my daughter."

"I don't want to marry Sigurd, I don't think we're right for each other either..."

Your father interrupts you, before you can finish your sentence.

“You are going to marry one of King Ragnars sons, that’s not something I’m going to debate with you, daughter.”

“Yes father I know and I’m going to marry one of his sons, just not Sigurd..”

Your father sinks back into his chair, your eyes briefly fall on the King of the Northmen, his bright blue eyes patterning you with interest.

"Why don't you want to marry my son Sigurd, he's a good man".

The Northman squints his eyes slightly, eagerly waiting for your answer.

"I do not question that he is a good man, however I have the impression that we would not be good for each other."

"And why do you think that?"

Ragnar rises from his chair and walks toward you with slow steps, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. Nervousness rises in you, but you try to suppress it with all your might.

"And I want to hear the real reason."

"With all due respect King Ragnar, I am not under the impression that Prince Sigurd is interested in finding a wife and starting a family. Besides, I don't think I have the physical attributes your son desires in a partner."

A smile creeps onto his lips, while your father is shocked and enraged by your bluntness.

“Daughter, how dare you to speak to King Rag..”

“Fair enough…”

The Northman interrupts your father without sparing him so much as a glance.

…..which one of my sons do you want to marry princess (y/n)?“

“Prince Ivar, my king”

The shocked gasp of you father fills the thronroom and even king Ragnar seems surprised by your demand.

“I noticed on our first day here, that you weren’t really found of him, so what changed?”

“That’s true, at first I was scared of him, I heard many stories about how brutal and violent he can be and to be honest I don’t doubt that for a second. But as I spend time with him, he showed me, what I believe is the real him. He is soft and caring with me, he lifts up my spirit every time I see him. And he never gave me the feeling like I was inferior to him because of my gender. He is smart and a excellent strategiest, I wasn’t lucky enough to see him fight so far. But from what I heard, he is a outstanding warrior too. And I would be honored to become his wife.”

After your speech you lower your head slightly, not daring to look at your father, a short but intense silence falls over the three of you. It feels like an eternity, until you hear King Ragnars loud an clear voice.

“Then so be it.”

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2. In This Life (Ivar Vikings)

Sometimes you feel as if you belong in another era, the past seems to be more your home than the present. Other times, you are stuck in the now. Through a dozen of lifetimes, you have searched for each other. From a Viking to a university student, Ivar has always been the love of your existence.

Chapter 2: Dream Man

They say dreams are reality modified. They say you dream what you most desire. Apparently, in the clouds of unconsciousness and peaceful rest, the choices are infinite and utterly yours. Hidden yearnings shape what shows before your eyelids, or more like, inside your brain. That is the romantic, hopeful explanation of dreams. It doesn’t seem to be true at all, at least not for you. Bullshit. If this were the case, why would you crave someone you have never met? Every night, gorgeous blue orbs, only for your enjoyment. Or better yet, why would your nights be plagued with someone you just noticed for the first time? Ivar Lothbrok. He has been in your class since the beginning of the semester, and you just became aware of it. To believe that want him is a joke. Then why is he so, softly looking at you right now, and you instantly melt.

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The Mistress of The Devil

Ivar the Boneless x DarkWitch!Reader

Warnings: mention of witchcraft, demons

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

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

He was to marry this unknown woman.

He hated the idea.

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

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

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

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

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

Ivar Ragnarson.

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

You liked it.

The determination. The fire.

It is just what you need in a husband.

You smiled at Ivar as you two were wed.

Now, you had him.

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

The fearless Viking known for his intelligence and insanity.

But then, a whisper came with the wind.

A whisper of his wife.

A woman, explained as the Darkness herself.

The Christians referred to her as Satan's Wife.

Would that make Ivar Satan in their logic?

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

The answer was simple, his wife.

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

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

It was always you.

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

Overexadiration, but not far from the truth.

One of your many beings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he saw it.

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

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

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

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You were a rather light sleeper.

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

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

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

"Are your demons haunting you again, Wife?"

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

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

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

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

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

You offended him.

You corrected yourself.

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

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

And you nodded.

A simple nod.

"Will it hurt?" came his next question.

Another nod.

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

You sealed your deal with a kiss.

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Everyone in Kattegat woke up with a feeling of dread.

Then they all saw.

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

The Devil could walk.

And it terrified everyone.

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

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

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

She made him walk.

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

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

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

It was no longer Ivar the Boneless and his wife.

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

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Hello request for Ivar here ❤️ could you maybe write something about him and his best ( female) friend, who is a really good shield maiden?

Maybe they train together? Maybe they drink together after a good fight?

Thanks ❤️

You and Beer

Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary: Your shared bond with Ivar left you invincible, allowing you to grow into a skilled shield maiden. Unfortunately, disrespectful men still strain your mind a little. In these times you seek comfort in your best friend Ivar. Today's evening you come with a little beer and teases, trying to cheer Ivar and you up.

Note: This request was a lovely change in writing! I rarely get platonic requests which is kinda sad. Thank you very much, I hope you like it! 🤎

Warnings: uncomfortable encounter with men, consumption of alcohol

word count: 1.423

The day gradually transitioned into evening, painting the sky with warm orange hues as a gentle chill swept through the bustling streets of Kattegat. Your daily routine had just drawn to a close – a rhythm filled with tasks that ranged from finishing chores to assisting your family and engaging in training.

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You were the daughter of a skilled warrior, a man held in high regard among the ranks of the Viking soldiers. Your father had always treated you with the utmost respect, love and care, and had embraced your unique aspiration to become the most celebrated shield maiden.

As you grew up you idolized the women who where wielding their iron swords. Your admiration extended to the most legendary of these heroines, including the formidable Lagertha. Thankfully, your brothers had often taken you along on their hunting expeditions, providing you with invaluable knowledge in the arts of stealth and combat. These experiences had been essential in shaping you into the warrior you aspired to become. You were more than grateful for your family’s support, as it wasn’t expected and there were girls who could only become wives who bore children. Your father, who held a deep love for you, had first harbored concerns about your confronting the brutal realities of war.

After all, the realm of warfare included not just the skill of swordsmanship, but also the grim elements of bloodshed, hatred, suffering, and the aftermath of the fallen. The sight of lifeless bodies left a mark on your soul, at times causing you to contemplate the worthiness of your path. While you were inherently honest, witnessing the gruesome aftermath of battle often left you with a heavy heart. Time by time you managed to handle these emotions and you had proven to be mentally strong enough to your father.

Shortly after he had acknowledged your willpower, he had given you your first shield and sword. During these trying times, your childhood friend, Ivar, had been your steadfast companion. At first your relationship started with Hvitserk, who had invited you to their training due to your father’s request. Then you began to overpower even some of the brothers since you were quick witted, fast and flexible. Surely, your sword wasn’t as big and heavy but the lightweight of your weapon allowed you to be even deadlier.

Your prowess with a blade served as a wellspring of inspiration for Ivar, urging him to exceed your accomplishments. The two of you constantly challenged each other, engaging in fierce battles, hurling axes through the air, and occasionally resorting to spirited, even raucous, confrontations. Nevertheless your rivalry had developed into a memorable friendship you adored and cherished.

He was your drinking buddy, your best advisor and the only one you truly trusted. Ivar wasn’t afraid to spill the honest truth whenever you needed a second opinion, and he never talked behind your back. Besides his usual anger issues you loved him dearly, as he was your best friend. You knew his every move, you even understood how his mind worked, giving you a major advantage compared to others.

°°°

However, on this particular day, Ivar was absent from your training sessions. Your focus had been on honing your strength, leading you to practice with your father. These moments were especially precious to you, as your father often found himself engrossed in the demands of his responsibilities. The training session left you thoroughly exhausted, but you continued your routine, proceeding to attend to your household duties and gather the vegetables your mother had requested. Thus far, your day had unfolded in a relatively relaxing way.

That was until you entered the big residence where the villagers gathered to spill their heads full with alcohol. This was a place you had often enjoyed spending your time, particularly under the influence of alcohol, engaged in spirited discussions with your dear friend, Ivar. Yet, tonight, a different aura hung in the air, brought about by the presence of unfamiliar faces who had apparently discovered your hidden beauty.

One of these strangers took it upon himself to initiate contact, offering you a flattery that was poorly masked by the reek of alcohol and sweat that clung to him. The audacity of their approach unsettled you, as the combination of unfamiliar faces and unpleasant odors did not sit well with you.

“Hello, beautiful. I didn’t expect such a rare gem to reside in this town,” one of them greeted you, his words laced with false charm.

You raised your eyebrow, answering coldly, “Not beautiful and not a rare gem. Get over yourselves.”

Unfortunately, these men were not quick to accept your rejection. In the fashion typical of their kind, they inched closer, attempting to persuade you to follow them. However, your head remained held high, and there was not a trace of fear on your face, only a resolute anger that etched your delicate features.

“You don’t want to ruin our evening, do you?” the other one tried to pressure you, resorting to guilt-tripping, though your lack of fear remained.

Without hesitation, you swiftly turned and walked away, leaving the two men behind. You chose not to engage further with them, for you were uncertain of their status, whether they were mere guests or held some importance in the community. Well, important or not - they should’ve learned some respect for women.

As you continued your evening, watching the sun set behind the horizon, you couldn't help but reflect on the discomfort that often accompanied interactions with such men. It left you with a lingering sense of unease, as if you were tainted by their crude remarks and behavior. Their filth just crossed your lines, staining your mind with the smell and comments. Although these two back in the hall were one of the friendlier ones, you still remained irritated.

Strolling through the familiar streets, your thoughts focused on the events of the evening, and your frustration hung heavy in the air. It was then that you happened upon Ivar, who sat alone on the shore, his gaze fixed on the dark waters. In your downed mood, you decided to gift him some company. You grabbed a couple of beers before heading over to where he sat.

“You want some?” you offered, your voice lightening as you approached him.

Ivar turned to you, a quick smile spreading across his lips. "You better expect me to," he replied, his tone filled with anticipation.

With a nod, you settled down beside him, handing him one of the beverages. You leaned back, letting out a sigh of frustration.

“What’s up? You look like a dead one,” Ivar remarked, his perceptive gaze studying your expression closely.

“Hmm, nothing. Just disgusting men, as the usual,” you replied, sipping your beer and allowing the warmth of the alcohol to wash over you. “And what about you? You’re sitting here all alone like an old man.”

Ivar averted his gaze, focusing on the sea, basking in the beauty of the night. He had always cherished the serenity of the night, where the moon's gentle light caressed the contours of the landscape, and the water mirrored its cool radiance, shimmering against the shore.

“The same old story for me as well," he admitted. "My brothers find great amusement in mocking me and provoking me."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, taking another sip from your beer.

“You really should work on those anger issues, Ivar,” you suggested in a jokingly way, putting your hand on his broad shoulder.

He took it with humor and laughed as well, “Says you, who can't deal with some reeking scoundrels," he teased, silently appreciating your company.

“You're not much better," you retorted, finishing your beer and gazing up at the night sky.

Ivar followed, emptying his own drink. "Care to fetch some more, y/n? I feel like going all out tonight," he proposed, turning his attention back to you.

You readily agreed, rising to your feet. "Just don't make me carry you home again, you're a heavy burden," you commented, before the two of you headed to the next tavern, where you would while away the rest of the night in each other's company.

Ivar and you found solace in the company of each other, the world's burdens momentarily lifted by the bond you shared. Those moments that made the challenges of your days bearable. The night belonged to you and Ivar, and the burdens of the day faded into obscurity as you lost yourselves in laughter, gossip, and the simple pleasure of each other's trust.

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Early Mornings

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader

Word count:1.1k

Warnings:a little bit steamy

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

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Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too, my dear"

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

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

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

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

"Ivar", I mouthed against his lips.

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

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

"My Y/N", he whispered again.

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

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

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

"So needy, huh", he chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ivar!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I have to go now", I murmured.

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

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

I chuckled at his sight.

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

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

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

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

"I love you too, Ivar the Boneless"

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