#moder ivar imagine
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There’s no one to save me
Ivar/Reader (Modern AU)
A/N: Hi everyone! First and most important thing, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!!💕🎉🎂 @flowers-in-your-hayr I want to wish you all the best on this day, I hope you enjoy this day as much as possible and hope this can make it a bit better! This year may not have been our best birthdays but next year we’ll celebrate them twice! You know I really admire your work but much more as a person! Thank you for always being so so nice, you’re great!💖
Second, here it is, me and my shitty writing. This is the first time I ever write anything (you’ll see) but a lovely little bird came and told me about this amazing surprise (@maggiescarborough 💖) and I couldn’t refuse. This is the moodboard I chose bc when I asked Gabi about it, I wrote more of a mini fic than a request (sorry about that, honey😅) so I thought it’ll be easier since I already have an idea.
And finally, to say that this can be considered as the first chapter of a small fic???, Idk, if you want to read something else, I will continue it and if not, it can stay as a imagine. (Any feedback you want to give is always welcomed and will help me in the future!)
Okay that’s all, I think. Now I'll shut my mouth and let you guys read in peace😊
All credits to this amazing moodboard for the birthday girl @flowers-in-your-hayr
Words: 3.9k
Warnings: First time writing (biggest warning), mention of death and suicide, cursing, drug dealing, a bit of angst, English not being my mother tongue. (I’m not sure if something else😅).
There you were, (Y/N) (Y/LN), facing the most important case you had encountered in your professional career, which, to tell the truth, was not very long. You were 24 years old and you were a policewoman at the local police station on a small island called Samsø, which together with some others as Læsø, Anholt and Sjælland were known as the 'Kattegat Islands'.
You started there when you were 22, with a lot of effort and after years of dedication, yes, it may sound like a joke, since you were very young, but since your father passed away, you decided to follow in his footsteps. He had become chief of police and worked in what was now your office. His death occurred unexpectedly, one day he went to work and didn't come back, your mother and you didn't know anything, but he had been working on a drug-related case for a long time, and they didn't clarify anything for you after his death either, justifying that it was a case of high danger and a secret file.
When your father died, you were given the belongings he was carrying on the day of his death. You didn't find anything out of the ordinary, just his watch, which had his initials on it, the car keys and his wallet, in which he carried the usual: some money, credit cards and a picture of your mother and you as a child. From one of the compartments of the wallet, a small fragment of a photo was sticking out. It was very enlarged, only a small part of the face could be seen, it looked like a man, but his face didn't sound familiar to you and besides the fragment was very damaged, so you didn't give it much importance. Although you were intrigued to know the reason for that fragment in your father's wallet and you wanted to know the identity of that person, unfortunately you couldn't do anything about it. You put the items back in the bag and kept it in a drawer that you knew you wouldn't open often since it was with the rest of his belongings.
After this incident, you and your mother faced a difficult time when living at home without him was almost impossible. After a not very long period, you were able to return to your daily life and continued, but however, your mother did not get back on her feet, she went into a great depression. You tried psychologists at first and slowly it looked like she was getting better, but it seems she only did it to fall into an even bigger black hole.
From then on, you contacted a psychiatrist, after a year watching your mother was consumed with sadness you couldn't stand it any longer, even though she was resistant to taking medication you couldn't do anything else. She had been going to the psychiatrist for some time and the truth was that it wasn't going as you expected, your mother had a very negative attitude. She tried to avoid medication when you didn't force her, and for that reason none of the treatments worked.
You were desperate, time was passing, and you didn't know what to do anymore, until one day when you came home and you found your mother breathing very lightly and not responding to any kind of stimulus. She had decided to take her own life with a bottle of pills, yes, how ironic. When she was taken to the hospital, the doctors told you that her vital signs were very bad, the intake of medication had to be over six hours ago, and this had already affected a large part of the system. It was very difficult for her to survive, so much so that she couldn't.
21 years, just 21 years when you were left alone in the world, when everyone was getting drunk and having a hangover and throwing up the next morning, you were there struggling to get where you were today.
Although you couldn't have reached that point without the unconditional support of your father's great friend, Officer Heahmund. He had been like a second father to you, the only one you could lean on when these events occurred. Both he and his wife Anne and their little twins always had a place for you.
You could say you'd been investigating the case for a year and it was huge, really huge. Both you and your colleagues had reached an impasse, you couldn't get anything new, so you decided to take the reins and make a proposal... raid the shelter where the organization was hiding. You had managed, after a long time of tracking them down, to find out that every Thursday at 11.30 p.m. they went out to do business. If you calculated it perfectly, you could set up an ambush, surround the perimeter with your agents strategically, and force your way in, so you could examine the interior for clear, incriminating evidence and wait for them to come back and finally catch them and finish the damn case. From that point on, the game would begin.
Ivar Lothbrook, or also known as Ivar the Boneless, was the person you were chasing. Known to be the leader of the organization. Information about him was quite scarce, the son of a bitch knew how to remain anonymous, you didn't even know what he looked like. Although he also took part in the weekly excursions, he never got out of the vehicle they were in and you didn't dare get close enough to the shelter to see them leave, just as a precaution, so as not to spoil the case. All you knew was that the nickname he had earned was due to a disease he suffered from that made him unable to walk, Osteogenesis Imperfecta.
But you did know something else about his brothers, who were in charge of leading the band when they were doing field work and his brother Ivar was not there. There were three more brothers, the elder Ubbe, the second Hvitserk and the last Sigurd. You had pictures of them, which you had studied to a tee, and they didn't have any kind of background, something that caught your attention because in all these bands it's something common, but it seems that they were playing clean.
Tomorrow would be the big day and you had no margin for error. You decided to leave it at that, not think about it anymore. You opened a bottle of wine and ordered dinner at your favourite restaurant. You were going to enjoy that night quietly before going into action.
That night you practically didn't rest, your head didn't stop thinking and you were fighting against it for a long time, until finally you were victorious, being able to sleep. You promised yourself that it wouldn't be the only thing you would be victorious in.
The sound of the alarm woke you up, it was very early, although there were still hours to go, you had to be ready and needed to do certain things before preparing. You had arranged to meet at 8pm at the police station, you would go over the plan and wait until 10.30pm to put the plan into action. The day went away, you had gone out to buy some things that you needed, you had done some sport to clear your mind and you had taken a bath for an hour and a half which helped to relax each of your muscles that had been in constant tension for several days.
You got out of the shower, you started to fix yourself and for a moment you looked in the mirror, from bottom to top, and you looked into your eyes, you saw your father, you saw him in you.
- “Ivar, Ivar, what little freedom you have left” - You said in a defiant voice as you kept looking at yourself and feeling sure that everything would go as you planned.
What you didn't consider at the time is that in a game you don't always win, and even less when you don't know your opponent.
A phone call took you out of your thoughts, you hesitated for a few seconds before reacting, you went into the kitchen and picked up the phone:
- “Hi, (Y/N) here”.
- “Hello, sweetheart, how are you?” Your boss asked with some concern in his voice.
- “I'm doing good, getting ready to leave soon. Anything happened?”
- “No, nothing, I just wanted to remind you, that you still have time to stop this, I can send another partner, I don't want you to do this out of obligation” - said Heahmund, with some hesitation.
- “Heahmund, we've talked about this a million times, I'm gonna take care of it. We've gone over the plan every day; we've looked at alternatives in case the first option doesn't work out and you have an expert in infiltrating other people's homes in charge of the plan... What can go wrong? Trust me, before you can tell, we're in your backyard drinking beers with Anne and the girls, celebrating together as a family, while Ivar the Boneless is rotting in jail” - You said with certainty
- “Ever since you were a little girl I've always admired that about you: Determined, brave and a fighter, which has always made you achieve everything you set out to do - he answered with a broken voice” - I just wanted to wish you the best of luck in the world now that no one is around. See you in a bit, Agent 007.
As he spoke you noticed some concern in his voice, was Heahmund afraid of the mission?... Impossible, he was known for his courage and dedication but in this situation, you could not avoid that this insecurity that you did not feel for a long time will hit you again.
Since the death of your father you had changed, you had become steel, as you said, you had no heart for anyone, you had focused so much on getting ahead and getting what you had in mind that you had forgotten one very important thing, being a teenager. And now that time was gone.
Still, you burst out laughing when he called you Agent 007
- “Thank you, Jack Bauer” - you said, playing along, referring to those movies and action shows you loved to watch together when you were younger.
You hung up and then felt a sense of emptiness and… fear? No, you weren't going to let that happen. You certainly knew that you had to occupy your mind at that moment, or you would go crazy. So, you connected your phone to the speaker and put on your favourite playlist and time passed with you getting ready until it was time to leave. You took the bike keys, a beautiful Harley-Davidson and got going.
When you arrived at the police station your colleagues and Heahmund were already there, you went over the plan and waited for the exact time to start.
It was 11:15, the game had begun. You were about to head for the first stop on your mission. The aim in this phase was to park in the surroundings of the main highway, where Ivar and his people had to go through, so you could check that everything was in order, and that the usual Thursday trip would take place. You arrived before time, it was night and the highway was slightly illuminated by distant lanterns. The place had been carefully chosen as there were certain points where you could wait in stealth.
As time passed, you became more and more nervous and couldn't help it. There was something in your head that wouldn't let you concentrate. Heahmund noticed it and said:
- “What's going on in that little head, (Y/N)?” - He said in a sweet tone.
- “Hmm...nothing, I'm fine” - you whispered as you looked for his glance and smiled.
- “Come on, (Y/N), I know you too well to know that something is bothering you”
- “Ugh, I hate you Heahmund… what if they don't come, if for whatever reason today doesn't happen” - you said losing your nerve a little
- “Hey, hey, hey and this? Where's my little fighter? They're going to do it, you'll see, and before dawn they'll all be behind bars”
- “How can you be so sure?”
- “I just know” - he said with confidence and came up to you kissing you on the head
You needed it, you needed someone telling you that everything would be fine, with your 24 years you were tired of playing grown-up, strong and lonely. You had always needed that love, but that side of you was known only by Heahmund and he had always been there to give it to you.
You did not have much more time to get melancholy, it was happening, Ivar and his people could be seen from afar. They were organized in three black armoured cars and four motorcycles guarding the sides. You saw how they passed before you, in a heartbeat everything you had feared had happened, the only part of the plan that did not fall on you had worked. Now everything depended on you. You waited a few minutes and both of you, along with several patrol cars, set off. Some of your colleagues stayed in the place so that they could control when they returned and thus warn those of you who were going to the shelter.
Second stop on the mission, the shelter. Ivar and his people owned an apartment building where they used to stay permanently, it was on the outskirts of town, in the middle of nowhere. You had left your vehicles a few meters behind, also hidden, so as not to cause any noise. You found yourselves walking quietly in the dark with your guns in hand, towards an old building. When you reached the right distance, you appreciated the immensity of the building with enough housing to accommodate several families. The facade was neglected, yellowish-coloured, and you could see the doors of each house, white and many of them peeling and battered. Plus, right next door was what looked like a big warehouse. Everything was surrounded by metal fences.
Your companions began to take their positions as you had planned and you and Heahmund continued to approach, until you reached the side of the fence so that you could climb without attracting attention.
You looked at Heahmund and nodded just as you turned to move forward alone you noticed how he grabbed your arm, your heart racing as he said:
- “I'll keep an eye on everything that happens, the moment I hear something out of the ordinary, even if you don't say the code word, we'll get in and get you out”
- “Damn, Heahmund, you scared me... yes, I know, don't worry” - you said losing your patience a little
And now it was time, holding your SIG Sauer firmly in your hands and checking for the last time that the microphone you were holding in the middle of your bra was properly placed, you were ready to move forward. You approached the front door of the warehouse. If there was anything interesting to look for, it would be there. You pulled the lock pick out of your pocket and picked the lock easily. You opened the door a couple of inches, at that moment your heart felt like it was going to come out of its socket. You checked that the light inside was off, you continued to open it completely and you went inside quietly. It was all dark, you stood still for a few seconds to pay attention to all the sound around you. You could only hear the “tick tock” of a clock. You looked at the wall for a light switch, found it and turned it on. Several fluorescent lights illuminated the big warehouse, some of them failing and blinking making the place even more scary. For a few seconds the light blinded you because of the contrast of the dark night to which your eyes had been used so far. You took a quick look, ducked your head and whispered into the microphone:
- “Clear”
You raised your head and for the first time you stopped to look around. It was immense, the walls were covered with high shelves where there were pots of all kinds, some were full and some were empty, there were boxes, masks, safety goggles, gloves and all kinds of chemical devices. There was a long table on the side with many chairs, some lying on the floor, others on top of the table... that place reminded you of a typical high school lab from which the most you could do was decant a mixture. You were surprised... they were cooking drugs there... "Well, what a dump" you said to yourself; you thought everything would be much more careful and not such a messy place as that.
And in the middle of all that mess, at the end of the room you found a big wooden desk and a big black leather armchair behind it, it seemed that that little space didn't belong in the room, it was all tidy and on the table the only thing that was there was some papers, small pictures and office material. You approached and saw some maps with certain points marked... What were these points? You thought that it could be some meeting place or points of sale, you took out the PDA and uploaded the photo to the police station network.
- “I think I found something, I just uploaded it to the network” -You said in a whisper
You didn't have any answers, nor did you notice much of it, since you got caught up in a huge painting right behind the desk. In it appeared a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair. It was just a painting, but you could feel the elegance of that woman in it. Next to her was a taller man who looked slightly older, shaven and with a long beard with white locks. He was in a suit and showed a great presence just like the woman. But there was something that caught your attention, the look of him, his intense blue eyes seemed to pierce you as if you were seeing them in person. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes betrayed his maturity. You stared for a while, curious, until you came back to reality, took a quick look again to see if anything could be useful, but nothing. So, you retraced your steps and headed for the door. You tried to communicate with your colleagues again:
- “Guys, nothing else around here, I'm going back to my starting position” - You whispered again.
And at that moment you froze, you were listening to yourself double and your "double" was coming right out the door. Time stopped for you, you didn't understand anything, and the only thing you could think of was to hide behind the door. This one opened little by little and you started to listen how people came in... one, two, three... you were counting the steps to be able to calculate the number of people, you lost the count to the fifth since such a quantity would be impossible to face and come out victorious.
- “SHHHH, shut up... do you hear it?” - said a male voice you didn't recognize.
What you could hear was your breathing shaking through a walkie... at that moment the world fell apart. A police walkie in the hands of those assholes, something hadn't gone right, and you didn't know what.
- “Yeah, it smells weird too, doesn't it?” - said another male voice, but this one sounded much more ironic.
- “I don't know Ivar I don't smell anything... what do you smell?” - Said a third voice, the closest so far to your position.
- “Mmm I don't know it's a disgusting smell, something like... police”
At that very moment they closed the door, leaving you exposed. You saw five men, but you didn't have time for much else as the one closest to you, that you came to recognize was Ubbe, grabbed your arm and made a quick movement blocking it, causing your gun to fall to the ground. He drew you to his body by placing your back to him and holding your neck with his arm, doing a lock around it to immobilize you. You looked ahead, saw a young man slowly approaching you and examining you from bottom to top until your eyes connected, deep blue and intimidating gaze. To tell the truth, he was a very attractive guy, but that idea was automatically erased when you remembered who he was. Something stirred in your stomach, you didn't know if it was fear, hate or a mixture. Slowly a cynical smile appeared in his mouth. Definitely, it was disgust what you had noticed in your stomach seconds ago. You could have tried to get out of that grip, but you didn't see the point, they were five men over six feet. It was impossible, to get out of there. Ubbe kept pressing his arm against your neck, causing your senses to slowly fade away.
- “Well, well, and I thought this wasn't going to be fun" said the boy in front of you in a hesitant voice. - Nice to meet you, I am Ivar Lothbrook - he said extending his hand
That was the last thing you could see and hear before you lost total control over your body and thus your senses.
The game had started... like a shitty one.
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Him & I
Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Warnings: Summer time fun, (inappropriate) ice cream consumption, so much domesticity & lots of old married couple style bantering, so many feelings 🥰🥺, Ivar & Reader are too cute 🥰 but their partners are getting suspicious 😬😅
It was unusually hot this summer. So much so that you accepted Ivar's invitation to his family house on Anholt island for a few days for this heatwave to pass. The Lothbroks rented the Air Taxi for the whole extended bunch, now including Freydis, Erik, Tora and you.
The extended weekend everyone took off work was much appreciated as well as the swim in the cold Atlantic ocean. Everyone got along very well, playing volleyball and board games, cooking big meals together and playing drinking games in the evenings.
But then the reality caught up with them and Monday evening came and everyone started packing. The whole mood changed. You were complaining to Erik about not wanting to go back to the city and the heat and the responsibilities.
"I get it, but the more you complain, the harder it'll be to connect back tomorrow. I can help you pack, if you want." Erik suggested as he glanced at his watch.
"No, it's fine."
Erik walked downstairs with his suitcase and sat on it as he waited in the entryway.
"Where's your better half?" Freydis asked as she sat down on her suitcase next to him.
"Upstairs complaining about not wanting to leave." He chuckled.
"I can't wait to get back to the city. There is a concert I'm dying to go to this Friday."
"Same. I'm so excited to return home, even with the heatwave...I really don't like living out of the suitcase."
"Hey Ivar, can you check on Miss Always Complaining upstairs? I fear she just unpacked everything in protest." Erik joked as he saw Ivar going up the stairs.
You were staring at the folded clothes and grimacing when a knock on the door startled you.
"Geez Erik, I'm almost done, okay?" You called at the door, but then Ivar opened it and you sighed.
"It's just you."
"Thanks for that." Ivar laughed and folded his arms over his chest, observing your pouty packing.
"Sorry...it's just...I really don't like the idea of going back to work." You sighed, leaning back on the bed.
"I know. You hadn't had a break in over 9 months, minus Christmas." He walked in the room, sitting next to you on the floor.
"I really needed this..." you gestured at the house. "but I'm still so tired and the idea that I'll have to log back in tomorrow is making me nauseous."
"Do you want to stay?" Ivar asked as he observed you.
"No...I can't, you went through so much trouble to organize the air taxi and everyone took their vacations...I can't ask anyone to stay."
"Well you're not asking. I'm asking. And I'm only asking you." You met his eyes. "If you say you need more, we can make that happen. We just call our bosses and ask for a few more days. They'll manage without us."
"You'll stay too?" You asked surprised.
"Someone has to make sure you don't get into trouble." Ivar laughed.
"I think you must've us confused. I'm the one that keeps you away from trouble, not the other way around." You laughed as well.
"Hey, you two," Torvi's voice came booming through the hallway but she stopped talking and smiled as her head poked through the door and she saw you two sitting on the floor laughing. "How about you two move your butts to the taxi and continue your conversation there."
"We're staying for a few more days." Ivar replied simply, smiling at Torvi.
"Alone?" Torvi's eyebrows fused with her hairline. "I mean Erik and Freydis aren't staying with you?"
"I haven't asked Erik...but he made it clear he doesn't want to stay..." You shrugged your shoulders.
"And Freydis wants to go to a concert." Ivar added.
"Well...okay then. Have fun." Torvi smirked as she walked away. Maybe this time alone will finally make you realize that you are with wrong partners.
As she arrived downstairs without the two missing pieces Erik and Freydis wondered where you were.
~Freydis & Ivar~
"What do you mean you're staying?" Freydis asked, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at him.
"She needs this, I told you that I'm worried about her."
"She's an adult, I'm pretty sure she doesn't need you to take care of her. Besides, I really want to go to that concert I've been telling you about for months now."
"And I told you I don't want to go. I thought we agreed that you're going to go with your friends." Ivar sighed. He had this conversation for what feels like 10000 times.
"Yeah, but I wanted to sleep at your place."
"I can give you the keys if that's the issue."
"You're really going to leave me alone for the whole week?" Freydis was getting annoyed.
"Are you suggesting I leave my friend of 10 years alone in the middle of nowhere so that I wait for you one night to get home after a party?" Ivar asked incredulously.
"I guess it's not a discussion, is it? Enjoy your time away from me." Freydis glared and walked away. Ivar pinched the bridge of his nose.
~Erik & you~
"Look, I get that you're tired, but avoiding going back to work won't make it magically disappear..." Erik tried to persuade you.
"Erik, we've been through this. I'm stressed and I need a break."
"You just had a break." Your boyfriend pointed out confused.
"Two days is not a break."
"It was a break for me."
"Well I'm not you. Also our jobs are significantly different, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop disregarding something that you have no idea about." You bit back at him. You hated having this conversation. Erik went in to hug you, but you pushed him away.
"You're right, maybe it'll be good if you took some time away from the city and relaxed." He said stiffly and kissed your cheek, before walking away.
After everyone left the house felt quiet and empty.
"What put you in a sour mood?" You asked as you studied Ivar's frowning face.
"How about we don't talk about it?" He suggested and plopped down on the couch. You sat next to him and together you sat in silence for a few minutes.
"I didn't mean for you to be quiet." Ivar's head resting on the sofa turned to you.
"I know. I don't wanna talk either. Can we watch TV and then go to sleep. I promise I'll be better company tomorrow." You gave him a haphazard smile.
"Erik?" Ivar asked. You nodded.
"Freydis?" You asked a few seconds later. Ivar nodded. You sighed and Ivar turned on the TV. You ended up watching a romantic comedy The Lost City and laughed throughout the movie and continued with Modern Family, both of you falling asleep somewhere in the middle of Season 2, completely exhausted.
When Ivar woke up the next morning completely stiff, the first thing he needed to do was stretch and the cracking of his bones woke you up.
"This was the perfect place to sleep." You giggled and yawned at the same time.
"I think this means we're old." He sighed as his back cracked.
"You're old, my bones are still fine." You joked, but when you stood up and stretched everything started cracking.
"Yup, that's the sound of a young person." Ivar joked.
It was nice spending time alone with Ivar again. Since the relationship with Freydis became more serious - when he told her he loved her, it seemed to you as though she has been permanently glued to Ivar.
For the next 5 days Ivar spoiled you, he let you sleep in even though he is usually up at 6 am and he made sure pancakes were always waiting for you when you woke up.
"You don't have to make me pancakes, Ivar. I'm sure there are better things for you to do than wait for me to get up." You said on your second day.
"You could just say thank you, you know." Ivar grinned at your happy expression.
"Thank you." You smiled sweetly at him.
"I really don't mind making pancakes. Besides they make you so happy that if I didn't make them, I'd feel guilty."
"They do make me really happy." You giggled and cut a big chunk of a Nutella stuffed pancake.
After the clean-up you made your way to the small beach and enjoyed the recluse from the heat that the soft Atlantic breeze provided. You were finally nearing the end of the book you have been reading for the last 7 months, when Ivar reappeared from somewhere holding two ice-creams and offered you the lemon flavoured one.
Humming your thank you, you pounced on the ice cream, hoping for the internal cool-down of your body. Glancing at Ivar he gulped down the ice cream - like he always did and you shook your head, focusing your attention on the book again.
"Ugh...brain freeze." Ivar shuddered and held his temples.
"That would imply you have a brain..." You replied, not glancing away from your book. You could feel his glare on you and you couldn't help but grin. Looking up, you only caught a glimpse of him leaning over and smearing his ice cream on your nose.
"Nose freeze." He laughed as you shrieked at the cool ice.
After the sun weakened you went to the water to cool down and finally swim for a bit. Ivar had a very different strategy of entering the water - while you ran in and dove head first, he liked to take his time.
"Hey, grandpa Grumpy, are you coming in or not?" You called from a few feet away, droplets of ocean water dripping down your forehead.
"Screw you, it's so cold!" Ivar called at you, slowly making progress by splashing a bit of water on his body to get accustomed to the change in temperature. A wicked smile crossed your lips and you dove underneath the water surface, swimming towards him and reappearing right in front of him.
"Boo." You grinned.
"I get why your parents call you Mermaid." Ivar smiled at you. You perched up at the shoreline, the top part of your body out of the water and the lower part submerged.
"When I was little my favourite fairytale was The Little Mermaid. And I thought that if I just stay in the water long enough, I'd grow a tail. So I would swim and dive and wait for my tail to finally appear but my parents always forcefully removed me from the water because my lips turned blue and they were scared for me." Smiling at the memory you gazed at the vast ocean. "I really thought that if I just tough it out, I'd finally get my wish. That's why they still call me Little Mermaid." Your eyes focused on Ivar again who was now turned towards you and sporting a soft smile.
A loud curse tore from his throat as you splashed water at him.
"You're such a baby. The water is not even that cold." You laughed.
"You just wait. I'll make you pay."
"Only if you can catch me." You stuck your tongue out at him and dove back in the water.
Your battle continued in the water with both of you splashing and dunking each other. You were so loud that in the end only the two of you remained in the water while everyone else packed their bags and left.
Giggling like the two idiots that you were, you made your way back to the house to make dinner and watch the series again.
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"We're going back tomorrow." Ivar pointed out as you watched Modern Family. Burying your face into a pillow, you groaned.
"Don't spoil our last day here."
"I've been wanting to ask you something for a while now...this might be the last chance I'll get."
Pausing the show you turned to him, crossing your legs under you, ready for a 'real talk'. You motioned for him to continue.
"You know your opinion means a lot to me..." Ivar paused and you slowly nodded. "I noticed a few things recently and I wanted to ask you what you thought about Freydis?" Searching his eyes, you were surprised by the question.
"She's okay. I mean I wouldn't call her my friend, but I don't mind her." You shrugged your shoulders.
"Okay, but I want to hear your opinion on her with me."
"As long as you're happy, I'm happy." You forced a smile on your face.
"That doesn't answer my question." Ivar rolled his eyes.
"I don't think my opinion is needed here. You're the one dating her, so what I think has no value."
"But when you say things like that, it makes me think you really don't like her."
"Why do you need to hear what I think, especially if you think I have a not so great opinion of her?"
"Because if this relationship will be long-term, I don't want to lose you, because deep down you don't like her." Ivar averted his eyes from you. "You mean so much to me. We've been friends for such a long time and no relationship is worth compromising that. So, please, tell me what you think."
Running your fingers through your scalp and sighing, you observed him.
"Ugh, fine. I think she's kind of rude, selfish, opinionated bordering on judgy and controlling." Ivar remained quiet. "But my opinion of your girlfriend shouldn't be a factor in your relationship. I only experience a fraction of her and I have no way of knowing how she is when you're alone. Our friendship is not going to end because I might not be the biggest fan of her. I promise." You smiled.
"She is very opinionated, isn't she?" He laughed a few silent moments later.
"Very much so. You know I have no problem with that in general, but on Sunday I couldn't get even a word in when she went on a rampage on the meat industry. And when anyone wanted to say something she just disregarded everything or refused to listen."
"I remember and then everyone just started talking about other things and she was insulted." Ivar mused. You scratched your temple at that, looking away from him and gathering the courage.
"Since we're on the subject...care to share your thoughts on Erik?" You met his eyes. It was his turn to be uncomfortable.
"He's okay."
"But...?" You continued for him, making him sigh.
"He's not exactly the guy I thought you'd end up dating."
"Meaning what?"
"Look this is just somethings I picked up on and I might be exaggerating...but he tends to disregard you and your worries, he's manipulative, he doesn't get your humor and he has a ridiculously high opinion of himself."
You slowly nodded.
"You know I've been having the feeling that he's trying to manipulate me sometimes..." You felt a pang in your heart.
"You're not an easy person to manipulate."
"I thought you'd be with a different kind of person too..." You finally said and Ivar's heart skipped a beat.
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Hjem(løs) - Ivar x OC - Modern AU - Part 2
*Hjem(løs) = Home(less)
Synopsis: It's Juleaften and Silje walks home from a late Christmas shopping spree. On her way back to her apartment, she makes an unexpected encounter.
Word count: 8.3k
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However, that didn't prevent him from keeping an eye open. Like an invisible guardian making sure nothing bad happened to her, Ivar stayed in the same area as Silje for a while. It was borderline creepy, Ivar was well aware of it, but he felt like he owed her big time, and if the only way he could repay her was to lurk in dark alleys and make sure no creep was following her home, then he would do it. There were worse places in Copenhagen to hang out; Silje's neighbourhood was lively and overall safe - which made him wonder why he felt entitled to become her guardian angel at all, and from what exactly he was trying to protect her, but that was a place he didn't want to let his mind wander.
He had no idea how much longer he could persuade himself that he was only staying here for her sake. Truth is that he could not bring himself to walk away and wave goodbye to the possibility of ever running into Silje again. It had been quite a while since Jul, be he could not move on from their meeting. The need to see her again was strong, though not as strong as Ivar's reason telling him to stay at a distance. He had no right to bust in her door after a month without any explanation. He had no right at all to even talk to her again. He was giving himself headaches from thinking about this too much.
Therefore he remained in his dark alleys and on his isolated benches. Anger bubbled up inside of him whenever he saw her walk by, carelessly strutting home to the tune of some song blasting in her earphones. She didn't notice him – why would she? People don't look at homeless people, and homeless people don't like being looked at. She represented quite the temptation though. On the one hand he was pulled towards her like a magnet, on the other, he knew it would be wrong of him to give in.
It was snowing today. Ivar's fingers were blue and he hadn't felt the tip of his nose in four days. Strangely enough, he still felt good – maybe not fine, but good. There was peace in the air. People were still high off the bliss brought by the winter holidays, and the new year. Not to mention that he remembered how much Silje loved snow. Fuck, he was being ridiculous. She would make fun of him if he said his thoughts out loud. He had to fucking move on and stop nearly interfering with her life again.
So far he hadn't done anything, he hadn't uttered a word as she walked down the street across from his new sleeping bench. He looked up, smiled a little when he saw her mouth the lyrics to a song he couldn't hear, and hid his face in his scarf. As much as it caused his heart sink in his stomach each time he saw her strut by, simultaneously so close and so far out of reach, it still made him feel better to know that she was doing all right. It helped him sleep at night at least.
“Hey! Watch it man!” Someone yelled at him when he accidentally bumped into their shoulder. He had zoned out again. “Fucking hobo!” The other man grumbled in his beard, shooting a nasty glare at Ivar.
Today was not the day to mess with Ivar. As quick tempered as he usually was, tonight was worse and if this guy took so much as a second to think before speaking, he would have kept his mouth shut.
“What? Is the side walk not large enough for you?” Ivar barked back. He was so tired of being treated like a dog with rabies. “Bloody idiot.”
“What did you just say?!” The guy turned around to face Ivar. He was taller and broader than him, but there was no backing out now. It was like a switch that flipped inside Ivar.
“Is your masculinity so feeble that you cross homeless people merely to show off your steroid induced muscles?” Ivar heard his voice snap at the increasingly furious stranger. He couldn't help the cocky smirk on his face just like he couldn't help the scoff that followed his declaration.
It was too late to try and get out of this situation. Ivar had let his frustration and anger take control of his actions and he was about to face the consequences. The man was red in the face and looked about to blow up. Meanwhile Ivar tensed his entire body, ready to receive a blow. After all maybe that is what he wanted, or needed. Nothing like a sucker punch right in the jaw to put one's ideas back in place. If this guy hit hard enough maybe he would knock Silje right out of Ivar's mind.
He had no idea how much he craved a good fight until this very moment. Ivar's hand itched to throw a blow himself. He clenched it into a fist before stretching his fingers again. His knuckles hurt from the cold despite his gloves. He saw it coming and raised his arms in defence when the man's fist was mid-air but it hardly did anything so soften the blow. Clearly, Ivar had underestimated his adversary.
It all went black rather quickly after that.
*
“Skål!” Her friends all cheered, the sound of beer bottles clanking together filling the air.
It was accompanied by heartfelt laughter and the distinctive smell of alcohol. Silje was not a huge fan of beer and only drank one so her friends would stop pestering her about it; now they are already too intoxicated to notice that she was drinking tea. Her palm was held up toward the sky in an attempt to catch a few snowflakes but they melted the second they touched her skin.
The results of the first semester just came out and her friends dragged her to this picnic table in the middle of a park to celebrate. Although it was freezing, the alcohol running in their systems kept them warm enough to keep the party going, attracting the attention of passers-by with their music and loud chatter. Her tea wasn't doing that good of a job at keeping her limbs from getting numb, and neither did her skirt and tights.
“I'm going to head home” she declared only to earn a round of protest and teasing about how early she left. “I'm tired,” Silje objected when one of her classmate slung his arm around her shoulders to try and make her stay. “And cold. You can continue this party without me and I can celebrate in my apartment, wrapped in a warm blanket.”
“You are such a grandma!” Her friend snickered playfully as he shoved her in the arm. “Go, I'll distract them while you flee.”
Before he or anyone else could change their mind and decide to chain on her the bench with a beer in her hand, Silje stood up, gathered her belongings and stuffed them in her backpack as she walked away. While the music of their improvised party faded, Silje turned up the volume of her own and closed her eyes. It was a gentle night, the snow fell steadily and slowly from the sky, the kind of night you spent sitting in front of your window and looking outside.
However Silje had no intention of going home right away to find comfort in the many blankets she owned. As most days, she settled on a part of the city and wandered through the streets in search of - in desperate hope of finding – Ivar. She had regretted her decision of letting him leave the second she saw his dark figure walk away from her building. It was stupid really, but she wanted some kind of assurance to see him again, a means to contact him.
She expected him to wave, or smile, or do something but he merely disappeared in the shadows and from her life. Today was the 27th of January, over a month since the last time she saw him, and already she was beginning to forget what he looked like. The brevity of their encounter, although intense, had left a bitter-sweet taste in her mouth. She felt guilty – for not doing more for him, for not understanding his situation, for not sharing his problems. It was pointless to dwell on these things but here she was, roaming aimlessly through streets she didn't know, at night.
Somehow she knew this would enrage him if he knew – he made it very clear during their conversations that he thought it was reckless and careless for her to walk around at night in dark passageways. This forced a smile on her face and she let out a silent laugh, her hot breath visible in the air. Silje took out her earphones for a second. She thought it might help her find him if Ivar was around but the music and conversations coming out of the bars in this area drowned out any other noise.
She had been walking for half an hour when she decide that it was enough. It was late and cold. She'd look again tomorrow. It was time to head back and hide in these blankets she told her friends about. Someone wolf-whistled and Silje's head whipped to the right to see where it came from. There was a group of four or five boys staring at her. She scrunched up her nose in distaste and ignored them. They protested and called for her but she put her earphones back on.
“Jerks,” she grumbled to herself when even with her music she could hear their shouts.
“Hey!” Someone suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder and jerked her back. “I'm talking to you, bitch!”
As any girl would in her situation, Silje tensed up and her blood ran cold in her veins. Already cold sweat was forming in the nap of her neck – the instinctive response to a man raising his voice at her and being aggressive. She counted to ten in her head to gather herself and calm down. She got this, there was no reason for her to panic, she could handle the situation. There was no room for fear right now, she had to show this jackass that she wasn't some little mouse he could intimidate into talking to him.
After a short moment, Silje felt confident enough to look up and meet his eyes. The way he looked at her made her want to vomit in her mouth. Disgusting. Revolting. Clearly this guy was not familiar with the concept of a woman not being interested.
“And I'm ignoring you, asshole. Are we done stating the obvious?”
It was pretty ballsy and she might regret it but the words were out now, she couldn't take them back. One of the dude's friends whistled as she said that, apparently admiring the nerve she had to talk to him like that.
“What? You think you're too good for me?” The guy snarled, eyeing Silje up and down in a distasteful manner. “You're not even that hot, you should be flattered.”
“Oh be still my beating heart,” she said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. “There, happy? Let me go now before I scream bloody murder and get the cops on your ass for assault.”
She would do it. She was ready to. At this point sarcasm was merely a defence mechanism. It took all of her concentration not to tremble like a leaf.
“Jeez! Girls nowadays can't take a compliment anymore!” He exclaimed but still let her go.
“You just told me I wasn't even hot, in what world is that a compliment? You need to work on your approach techniques dude.”
He grumbled a few more insults under his breath but he was already stepping back. He was obviously not happy about this defeat but his friends were laughing and telling him she wasn't worth the trouble so he let it slide. When she was sure they left, Silje carefully placed her earphones back on, hands shaking and eyes prickling, and she turned around to resume her walking. Just when she thought she might have to make a detour in case they decided to follow her home, she stumbled on something and almost fell.
She caught herself in extremis by reaching out for the corner of a wall, scratching her hands in the process. A string of curses tumbled down her lips while she rubbed her palm on her coat to get rid of the dirt, then she looked down to see what made her trip. When her eyes fell on the metallic cylinder on the floor, she thought they might pop out of her head.
That she would recognize anywhere. It was her Thermos. The one with the mismatched lid she had given to Ivar a month ago.
“Ivar,” she whispered, hoping against hope. “Ivar!”
On her feet she was before she had the time to think about it, nearly falling once again. Her hand found the Thermos and clung to it for dear life as she stumbled into the alley on her right.
“Ivar you bastard, if you're here say something!” She shouted this time, making sure that the entire neighbourhood heard her. “I swear I'm going to drag your hobo ass out of the hole you're hiding in!”
Her threats mustn't have been very convincing since no one answered, or maybe he simply wasn't here anymore. After a few more seconds of listening intently, one sound stood out of the distant music from the nearby bars. Faint, almost inaudible laughter.
“That the best you got, woman?” The strained but already so familiar voice of Ivar asked from the shadows.
Silje dived down towards the source of the voice and her hands found him before her eyes did. Her fingers grasped at the material of his clothes and Silje did as she promised and dragged him out of the darkness and into the light of the nearest street lamp. She only let go when he groaned.
“Shit, where did you get that strength from?” He asked, a bit out of breath.
Now that she could see his face Silje understood why he sounded in pain. The entire left side of his face was bruised and swelled. He had a black eye and a split lip; the blood had dried on his wounds.
“Don't say anything,” she ordered him, already taking his chin in between her fingers to better examine his beaten face. “You look like a bloody mess.” Her voice was stern but gentle.
“You look beautiful.”
“And you're delirious!” Silje exclaimed, her hand flying up to feel his forehead. “You have a bit of fever. How long have you been here in this state?”
“Few- hours-” he said, short breathed already. “Silje.”
He simply said her name with no intention of saying anything else, but it got her attention at last and she looked into his blue eyes, pleading her. Her hand let go of his chin and she moved it to his shoulder.
“I wanna hug you and punch you so bad right now,” Silje said between her teeth. “Come back with me. I'll fix you up, we're not too far from my apartment.”
“I can't- my legs... fuck. They messed up my legs,” he whined pitifully and winced in pain, his eyes drifting from hers to his legs. “I can't walk.”
“Even if you lean on me?” She asked hopefully. He shrugged but was already trying to stand up, willing to try anything to get out of the gutter he had put himself into. “We only have a couple streets to walk before reaching my place. You can do this.”
The strain was visible on his face etched with agony. Silje's arms were there to support him and help him up, no matter how much bigger he was, she was not about to complain or leave him to his fate. She had looked for him, she had found him, and now she was going to be true to her word and drag his ass back to her apartment, even up the five floors if she had to.
It was a lot harder said than done, but not impossible. She had no means to establish exactly how much pain Ivar was in because he hadn't said a word during their slow progression through the streets. His mind was entirely focused on not screaming or collapsing on the floor. The vein on his temple throbbed menacingly, if that was any indicator of the ache he currently endured. Nothing would have prepared either of them for the trial it represented to climb up so many stairs with only Silje's tiring legs to get to the top.
“Just leave me here, you won't make it with me,” Ivar groaned with difficulty.
“We're almost there, two more floors to go,” she said, completely ignoring his resigned tone. “Quit being a drama queen.”
“You killing me, Silje!”
“Oh is that what I'm doing? Funny because I thought I was once again saving you from the cold harsh world. A little gratitude would be welcome, you know? And I know precisely how you can repay me. I have a monstrous pile of dirty dishes waiting in the sink just for you.”
“This makes me want to stay in the staircase even more,” Ivar sighed, holding his breath each time they ascended another step.
“If you're well enough to make jokes then you're also well enough to climb up a few more steps,” Silje declared confidently. “We've made it this far, Ivar.”
“So stubborn,” he grumbled again though she thought she detected a hint of admiration in his voice, but maybe she was hearing things. “I am not joking, my legs are killing me.”
“Well what do you want me to do about it? I suspect you don't want me to bring you to the hospital, do you?”
He stiffened against her side and glared at her.
“I don't have money to pay for healthcare, you know this.”
“I do, that's why you're going to crash on my couch and I'll call my brother. He'll come and examine you properly. I don't know how to assert the extent of your injuries but he can,” she assured him but it did little to nothing to calm him down, in fact it had the opposite effect.
“Which brother?” He asked warily.
“Ubbe,” Silje managed a laugh even though she was exhausted. “The one you've met.”
“I remember Ubbe,” Ivar huffed.
Suddenly they realised they had made it. Silje's front door was standing right there. No more stairs. Black dots danced before her eyes and sweat trickled down her spine but they had made it.
“I remember the way he almost crushed my hand while shaking it,” Ivar added, a little out of breath but nothing compared to Silje's state of breathlessness and sweatiness.
“That's just his way of saying hello,” she said and with a little wave of the hand to gesture him it was nothing worth getting grey hair over. “I am in strong need of a shower.”
She managed to help Ivar onto the couch, both of them sighing in relief when their seemingly never-ending journey finally ended. She told him that she would call her brother then hop in the shower, and that she was all his after that.
It took a little more time and energy than she expected to convince her brother to get out of bed, grab the crutches they'd given him after his injury and come over to her place, all of this to look at Ivar's legs.
“Ivar? Who's Ivar?” Ubbe had asked, only to remember the moment he said his name. “Oh, the guy from Juleaften? What happened?”
“I don't know yet, okay? Just come, it's important and quite urgent too.”
He complied after two more minutes of convincing, and Silje was finally allowed a moment of peace. She got Ivar a glass of water and a pillow, then took her well-deserved shower. When she opened the front door fifteen minutes later, her hair was still wet, her previous clothes discarded by the bathroom door, and Ivar was grunting on the couch, trying not to move his legs. Their tumultuous journey had woken up the wound, it throbbed and deformed his attractive features into an expression of anger and pain.
“Come with me,” Silje grabbed Ubbe's arm to lead him right in front of Ivar. “It's his legs. I need you to examine him.”
“What are you now, a doctor?” Ivar spat. It was the pain speaking, not him, Ubbe knew better and he simply smirked. “I thought you were a reject soldier.”
“Big mouth, eh?” Ubbe huffed and knelt down by his legs. “Didn't serve you well from what I can see. And no, I'm not a doctor, but soldiers are trained to tend to their companions if something were to happen on the field. Landmine explosion for instance. That shit can blow your legs off.”
“I didn't step on a fucking landmine,” Ivar barked back. “Those assholes beat me up.”
He didn't specify that he provoked them but the siblings shared a look that spoke volumes. They knew he wasn't just randomly attacked. Ivar didn't say anything after that and allowed Ubbe to feel his legs and assert his injuries.
“Are they broken?” Silje asked after a couple minutes, not holding it in anymore.
Ivar hadn't realised how worried she really was up until now. Her foot tapped on the floor at a fast pace, one of her arms rested across her chest while the other held her hand up in front of her mouth. Her eyes did not budge from her brother once while he took a look at Ivar's messed up legs.
“No,” Ubbe said, earning a round of relieved sighs. “Wait before popping the champagne. That was the good news. The bad news is that while I can tell that your legs aren't broken, I can't guarantee that your tibia bones aren't shattered. And worst of all your left knee is out of joint. Did you walk here?”
“Hardly,” Ivar said with a little one-shoulder shrug.
“Well, you must be a tough motherfucker, because that hurts like hell. I can put it back in place but I should warn you that this is usually done under anaesthesia,” Ubbe explained under Silje's increasingly anxious gaze.
He looked Ivar straight in the eye without budging, like a real solider. Ubbe's relaxed demeanour from Juleaften was gone, his face was plain and serious, his mind focused on the task at hand, and no room was left for jokes.
“I can take it,” Ivar assured him.
“Sil,” Ubbe called his sister, waking her from her fear induced trance. “Get him something to bite into, a wooden spoon, a folded towel.”
She did as she was asked without uttering a word and soon came back with what he asked, leaving him to choose which of the two he preferred. Ivar simply grabbed the spoon and put it in his mouth.
“All right, here goes nothing,” Ubbe said, positioning his hands around Ivar's knee. “Silje don't look.”
He didn't need to tell her, she was already putting a conscious effort into staring out of the window instead of looking at the two boys in front of her. The towel would have worked better to muffle Ivar's pained groans and cries. Silje's hand shot up to her mouth and she had to turn around. Tears prickled her eyes but she swallowed them back. There was no time for this, Ivar was the one suffering, she could act like a weak little thing later. Right now she had to get her shit together.
“It's done,” Ubbe declared and after a few more seconds of panting, Ivar took the spoon out of his mouth. It hit the floor with a loud clatter. “He'll need a knee brace. Sil can you get him one?”
She nodded, still shaking.
“Y-yes, I have a friend who had one a few weeks ago, I can ask him.”
“Good. And you-” Ubbe's attention went back to Ivar. “If you don't want to end up at the ER, you have to rest until your bones heal and your muscles recover from the beating. Where do you live? I can drive you back. Do you have someone to take care of you? Because you won't be able to make it through this alone.”
“He does. I'll take care of him,” Silje stated firmly, two puzzled gazes turning to her. “He's staying here.”
“What if he doesn't want to crash on your couch for the following month?” Ubbe replied, pointing at Ivar as though he wasn't here. “Because that's how long I would suggest he doesn't use his bad leg.”
“He'll be fine,” Silje assured her brother.
“Bu-” He started but was interrupted by Ivar.
“I'm homeless, man!” To say that it cast a cold in the room would be minimising this. “The couch is fine.” In the state he was in, anything would have worked, he was tired enough to fall asleep standing. Not that he would be doing much of that from now on.
Ubbe stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the coffee table.
“What the fuck?” He exclaimed, looking at his sister.
“Not now, Ubbe,” Silje sighed and rubbed her face. “Thank you for coming, and for the crutches. We'll talk later, okay?”
“No, not okay, you can't just make me come here in the middle of the night during work week only to have me examine a homeless dude who got into a fight, then tell me you'll have him sleep on your couch and not give me a stellar explanation!”
“It sounds terrible when you put it like that but it's not as shady as it sounds,” she promised him. “Come now.” She gestured him to follow her to the door, away from Ivar's curious ears. “Ivar is my friend. I'm not going to turn my back on him when he's injured.”
“But he is homeless,” Ubbe protested with vehemence as if he was making a valid point. He wasn't.
“That does not define him. Listen, we'll argue tomorrow, okay? I'm tired and I think Ivar has a bit of fever.”
She must have sounded particularly worn out because Ubbe closed his mouth – for now at least – and opened the door. The trained soldier he was recognized the priorities but he would not let her go away with this.
“This conversation is not over-” he told her with a warning finger pointed at her. He pushed his sister to the side and walked up to Ivar who barely managed to open his eyes when Ubbe called him. “And you-” he started sternly. “-I meant what I said. You don't jump around, you don't try to exercise, you don't run, you don't even walk anywhere apart from the bathroom and the kitchen, anything farther than that is too far for you until I say it isn't anymore.” He looked furious but also determined to help him heal. “In case I'm not being clear enough, my sister's bedroom is off limits.” He had whispered the last part for only Ivar to hear – and he did hear it loud and clear.
“Yes sir,” he mumbled in response, barely conscious at this point.
Ubbe walked back to his sister who was still waiting by the door. “Don't post-pone our conversation for too long or I'll have to tell the others.”
Contrary to Ivar though, Silje wasn't about to pass out and wasn't in the mood to get intimidated by her big brother.
“Hvisterk already knows about Ivar anyway. Sigurd wouldn't care, and if Bjorn learns that you let a homeless stranger sleep in my apartment, you'll be the one in trouble. Goodnight brother.” Silje smiled and shut the door before Ubbe could find something else to threaten her with.
Her shoulders slumped down and she leaned against the door just or a few seconds, to catch her breath and get a small break from the intense last hour she had. When she felt she was ready to go at it again, she went back to Ivar, once again put her hand on his forehead and told him to stay awake just a little bit longer – his eyelids were droopy but she didn't want him to fall asleep before changing him and giving him some medicine to reduce the fever. It required another twenty minutes to accomplish these tasks but when she was finally done and Ivar was about to fall asleep in his new dry and warm clothes, she felt rather happy with herself. In an ideal world Ivar would take a shower too but they were both too exhausted for that. Tomorrow would be there soon enough and if they were lucky, by then Ivar's fever would break and his knee wouldn't feel like it was on fire anymore.
“Are we good now?” Ivar mumbled, fighting off sleep as best he could.
“Yes, we're good,” Silje told him, gently pushing some of his hair out of his face. “You can go to sleep. Hopefully you'll feel better tomorrow.”
She had a feeling he was already asleep mid-sentence and didn't even hear the end. A little smile tugged at her lips but it vanished quickly. This reunion was a bitter-sweet one – light years away from what she had imagined. Finding her friend beaten and feverish in the shadow of a container in a small back alley was not how she had hoped to find Ivar – actually the romantic inside her was convinced that despite her searching through the streets, she would end up bumping into him in that same park where they first met.
Soon her living room was filled with the light and steady snores of Ivar and she smiled again. Exhaustion washed over her and Silje lost no time in changing into her pyjamas and turning off the lights. Whatever happened today was over and it was time to breathe again.
*
“Ivar... Ivar. Ivar!”
The voice sounded distant, like an echo. But whoever was calling him seemed to get closer and closer each time they called his name. At first he wanted to groan and turn around, tell whoever was disturbing his sleep to go away and leave him in peace – the voice became too loud. But he realised that they weren't shouts.
“Ivar,” he heard again, more aware of the proximity of its source. He felt something heavy on his forehead and winced. It was cold too. “Ivar, open your eyes.”
He did not want to but the voice was soothing and warm, so he complied. His eyelids fluttered open, and he was glad to see that it wasn't too bright in the room. His eyes finally glanced towards the form next to him and he was met with Silje's worried gaze.
“Welcome back,” she told him with a somewhat tense smile. “How do you feel?”
“What-” shit his mouth was dry. “-what time is it? How long was I out?” He asked, ignoring her question. He felt awful, like a truck ran him over - twice.
“It's almost six in the evening, you slept over sixteen hours.”
“Did you sleep?”
“Not much. Believe it or not I went to class today,” she told him with a huff, as if wondering what the hell she was thinking. She didn't want to go but she had an important presentation and her professors didn't know or care about the fact that she gave shelter to an injured homeless man. “The three longest hours of my life, I thought I'd come home to your dead body lying on my couch.”
“You're the worst- caretaker- ever,” Ivar painfully breathed out. The air didn't come easy in his lungs, like something weighted down on his chest.
“Here,” Silje said and handed him a glass of water. “Need help?”
Ivar shook his head no and propped himself up on one elbow to down the water.
“I trust you're a fighter, you wouldn't let a fever get the best of you,” she chuckled.
“You just said-” Ivar started but left his sentence unfinished, simply gesturing to her with his right hand and hoping she would understand.
“I was worried, can you blame me? I was hoping your fever would get down a little bit. I probably should have woken you up to give you your medicine but you looked like you needed the sleep,” Silje explained, already reaching down to grab something Ivar could not see from where he was lying. “It's probably for the best that I'm not trying to become a nurse, right?”
“Your brother would make a better nurse,” Ivar began to laugh but it turned into a cough. “I bet he'd look pretty in the uniform.”
“God, I can't tell if this is the fever speaking or if you're really a on death wish. Do not say that in front of Ubbe or next time you wound up beaten up he'll refuse to take a look at you.”
“Just you wait until I'm better. I bet I can take him any time,” Ivar kept bragging.
Silje's hand reached out and brushed his hair out of his face. His forehead was sticky and his hair greasy. It was a tad longer than last time she saw him and his beard had grown back. The contact of her fresh hand against his hot skin made Ivar close his eyes in delight and lean into her touch. Next thing he knew Silje was giving him pills to swallow and asked that he sit up.
“I know it's painful but you have to get up, you need to take a shower.” Dread must have been written all over his face because she quickly added, “It'll make you feel better and I'll help you.”
“You'll help me shower? Like a baby?” He grumbled in complain. “How do you plan on doing this anyway? I can't stand on my left leg and I can't take a bath either.”
“Actually you can, I had it fixed,” Silje declared with a wide smile. She put her arms on the couch and rested her chin on her joined hands. “I think it'll suffice if I help you in the tub, you can take it from there. Unless you feel like getting a hair massage?”
“I feel like dying,” Ivar said, ever so positive and joyful.
“You're a ray of sunshine Ivar,” Silje laughed. “I'm glad you're fine. This might sound weird but I missed you – you really have a talent in bickering back and forth with me.”
“Don't you have enough brothers to fill up that role?” He wondered, trying to stand up with Silje's help.
Like yesterday, she let him lean on her and together, they stumbled across the room and to the bathroom. Ivar sat on the lid of the toilet. Silje ran his bath and turned on the wall heater to hang the towels on it.
“Apparently not,” she sighed, her hand lingering under the running water to see if it was hot enough. “They are a lot of things but intellectually stimulating is not one of them. I love them all but they can be a little boorish and obtuse at times.”
“Dunno.” Ivar shrugged. “Ubbe seemed pretty sharp to me when he examined my leg. The look in his eyes-”
“-you were on the receiving end of the soldier stare,” Silje laughed. “It rarely shows but it's scary when it does, it means shit's going down. After his injury, Ubbe wasn't the same; he had this look in his eyes all the time. But he's getting used to civilian life again, with Margrethe's help.”
“His girlfriend?”
“His fiancée,” Silje corrected him. “They are getting married in August.”
After that he didn't say anything anymore. Ivar stayed quiet until it was time to strip and get into the tub.
“I won't look,” Silje promised him when his fingers tugged at his belt to unbuckle it. She had no idea how she would accomplish that because she hardly managed to keep her eyes off his naked chest, but if she had to close her eyes to give him some privacy then she would do it.
“I didn't say anything,” Ivar replied, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked at her.
Silje couldn't help the blush on her cheeks but she didn't answer to his shameless flirting. He was feverish, he didn't think what he said – that's what she repeated to herself like a mantra while he finished taking off his remaining clothes while leaning on her to keep his balance. The girl let him take the lead and get into the tub on his own while trying her best to keep his weight off the bag leg.
“There. Will you be okay?” She asked him when he was in the water. Thank the gods, bubbles hid most of his body.
“Sure,” Ivar assured her. He raised his hand out of the water and flicked it at Silje, throwing drops of soapy water at her face and making her close her eyes. “I'll call you if I need help.”
“You won't try to get out of the tub by yourself to prove a point?” She asked just to make sure, squinting her eyes at him. “No misplaced pride? You call as soon as you're done, yeah?”
“Whatever,” he sighed and rolled his eyes but she didn't move a muscle. Silje would stay where she was, kneeling next to the tub and staring sternly at him as long as she wasn't sure he wouldn't do anything stupid. “I promise, okay? Now let me bathe, woman!” He flicked some more water at her and they both smiled.
Without another word, Silje walked out of the room, closed the door, then leaned against it and slid to the floor. Damn this boy.
*
Three weeks had passed and Silje was forced to admit that Ivar was far from the model patient. And she sure as hell would never become a nurse, that was final.
He was grumpy, stubborn, unwilling to comply, restless, capricious, and a bunch of other non-flattering adjectives. Silje was just about done with him. Then again, in spite of his foul behaviour when the pain kicked in, he was still of good company the rest of the time. He never voiced it but Silje knew that he only acted the way he did because he felt useless with his injured leg. It itched him to get up and get something done – she noticed he was particularly irritable whenever he sat on the couch, his legs resting on a cushion on the coffee table, while Silje ran around tiding and cleaning the apartment.
“This is ridiculous, let me help,” he grumbled for the hundredth time. Each time Silje laughed and told him to shut up. “I'm serious Silje, I'll go mad if I have to stay here any longer.”
“I've been cleaning my apartment on my own long before you crashed on my couch, I think I can handle this,” she reminded him. “Do something else to keep you busy. Read a book, learn sign language, knit a sweater.”
“Do you think I am an old lady?” He scoffed, obviously offended. “I need to get up, my muscles are stiffening from lack of use.”
If he was still bargaining instead of simply getting up my himself it meant that the pain was still too strong for him to do so. Silje stopped vacuuming the floor and pushed her hair out of her face to look at him and give him a scolding glare.
“We've been through this conversation already,” she said. “As long as Ubbe doesn't give you the green light, your ass is glued to the couch.”
“I'm sure I can stand on my leg, he just wants me to stay a cripple a little longer because he doesn't like me staying with you,” he argued, pointing a finger at Silje. She rolled her eyes and resumed vacuuming.
“Fine, you win. If you insist so much gather my mugs and put them in the sink, and put the bath towels in the washing machine,” she told him.
Those were easy tasks he could perform with his knee brace and crutches. As though she had just provided him with a life purpose, Ivar stood up, trying to conceal his wince of pain, and did as he was told. Silje couldn't wait for his leg to heal. Faint laughter came from the bathroom a few minutes later when Silje was putting away the vacuum cleaner and she peeked inside. A furious blush crept on her face when she saw him standing by the washing machine with her freshly washed underwear in his hands.
“I can't tell which one I like best,” he said, turning his head toward her, a boyish grin on his handsome face. His black eye had faded now, the wounds from his fight disappeared almost completely – the only remaining trace being the healing split lip.
In his left hand Ivar was holding Silje's cat knickers with the two little ears on the back, and in his right hand were her more revealing and expensive bottoms. Her mouth was ajar and she couldn't find anything to say for a solid ten seconds, then she gathered her wits.
“What are you, five?” She asked, her eyebrows shooting up and her arms crossing over her chest.
The way he looked at the underwear and then at her was purely indecent and certainly not how a five year old would behave. His wolfish smile sent shivers down Silje's spine and she dropped her arms to her sides and stood a little straighter. There was no knowing if he was messing with her or not, Ivar was difficult to read. He was a huge flirt, which made it increasingly hard for Silje to keep her cool around him. One day she was going to pin him against a wall with no warning and he won't see it coming.
“C'mon, Silje,” Ivar began. “Do you think I am that innocent?”
However today was not the day. She refused to answer this and engage on this slippery slope. Ivar was playing with her, he wanted to elicit a reaction.
“I can tell you where I bought them if you want the same,” she said, enjoying seeing his smirk drop. “They make bunny ones too.”
Defeated and disappointed, Ivar turned away from her. He mumbled something about her taking the fun out of everything, and went back to his task.
The comedy lasted another week, until Ubbe came along again and told him he could walk again.
“Not running a marathon, hear me?” He added right away when he saw Ivar's face light up. “You keep the leg brace, and you use the crutches. But you can take a walk, go grocery shopping or whatever you do with you time usually.”
“How thrilling. Might as well pick up an apron and settle down if I'm going to spend the rest of my days limping around,” he immediately complained, throwing his head against the back of the couch.
Ubbe patted his shoulder. Silje had called him a couple days after Ivar's injury and explained everything, which had considerably reduced Ubbe's hostility towards the young man. But not completely either.
“Can you lay off the drama for a second?” Silje huffed from the kitchenette. “Rejoice,” she told him in an overly optimistic voice. “You are now allowed to set foot outside of these four walls. Maybe you won't be as grumpy after some fresh air.”
That prediction came true. After his first walk Ivar was already less of a pain in the ass and stopped behaving like a child. Funnily enough, the nearest green area was Vestre Kirkegård which meant that Ivar and Silje regularly walked past the bench where she found him. He savoured the moment, enjoying how far he had come since this day. He liked to think that he had a little more control over his life than the first time he met Silje.
He even felt confident enough to make a move – at least he would if he could walk without those damn crutches. They didn't allow him to put his arm around Silje or even to let her hold his arm while they walked. No she simply strolled beside him with her hands in her pockets and cradling a cup of tea.
“Let's sit down,” he said, stopping in front of the bench instead of walking past it. “I wanna sit on this piece of wood one last time.”
“Feeling a little nostalgic?” She teased him, standing in front of him while he sat down, putting the crutches aside.
“No, I sit on it to establish dominance,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Or maybe I like this bench? It's where I met a pretty girl.”
“I can't tell if you're joking or not, you're always looking at me like you know something I don't,” Silje told him and sat down.
“They say knowledge is where lies true power,” Ivar philosophized. “Why wouldn't I be serious? What makes you think I'm not?”
Silje laughed at this and gave him a scolding look.
“You are a relentless flirt, Ivar,” she told him but he only looked at her as if to say 'so what is your point?'. “You do it for the thrill and to make me uncomfortable.”
“Are you uncomfortable right now?” Ivar asked, leaning in closer to her and not detaching his eyes from her while she pondered her answer and bit her lip.
“No, uncomfortable wasn't the right word,” she eventually decided. “You try to make me nervous.”
“Unsuccessfully from what I can see, you always have an answer to my teasing no matter what I say.”
If anyone had heard this conversation they would have cringed. The air was tense and so electric Silje wondered if her hair wasn't standing on end. Speaking of hair...
“We need to do something about your hair,” she blurted out, effectively breaking the tension. “It's getting out of hand.”
“Wha-” Ivar began, gesturing around to show his disagreement. “My hair is perfect as it is.”
“It's not.” Silje shook her head under Ivar's puzzled gaze. “If you don't groom a little you'll never find a job.”
“A job?”
“Of course. Did you think I was gonna let you crash my place free of charge forever?” She scoffed and took a sip of her tea. Ivar leaned back against the bench and stared at her.
“You're kicking me out as soon as I can walk again?” He asked, truly astounded.
Not that he didn't see it coming, or thought he deserved it, but it was out of character for Silje. Or was it? Could he really tell after knowing her for a total of two months? Even if she did plan to dump him in the streets as soon as he was healed, this still came pretty much out of nowhere.
“No, I'm saying you help put bread on the table. You're not my charity case, remember? You're just a friend I'm helping get back on track.”
You're just a friend.
“You'll have to wait until August to apply for university, but until then you'll work. You don't need to pay a rent, my parents already cover the charges for the apartment and it's not like it changes anything for them if you live with me. I only ask you help pay for groceries and the water bill. You sure do enjoy your bath time so you can pay for it. The rest of the money you should save for dog days.”
“Sounds like you gave it some thought,” Ivar observed. “All right, I was going to do it anyway by the way, I wouldn't have abused your hospitality. I intend to contribute as best I can. But can we negotiate about my hair?”
“No.”
“What- but, why?”
“No.”
“That's not answering my question at all,” he complained but Silje merely smile innocently and finished her tea.
“It's beginning to rain,” she said. “Come, let's head back. I used to do my brothers' haircuts whenever their girlfriends didn't want to. I'm good at it.”
Ivar wanted to object again but he figured it might indeed feel good to get his mane tamed. It hadn't seen a pair of scissors in quite some time and grew long in the past year or so. Besides, going to a hair salon was out of the question, at least until his first pay check.
“Okay, but I get to choose what you do to my hair!”
“Whatever you say Ivar.”
Silje stood up and held her hand out for him. Ivar glared at it but still took the offered hand somewhat reluctantly. At least he tried to look reluctant. It was still warm from the cup of tea and she enclosed her fingers around his hand, dragging him away from the bench with a big smile on her face while he stumbled forward.
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Of All The Phenomenon’s In The World.
Ragnarssons x Modern!Reader.
I blame FOB for my title length.
This is basically Vikings meets modern times with a little bit of the avengers thrown in. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life and I can’t even apologize for it.
I blame @cryogenik @kirah34 @dani-si for this. It’ll get to the fun stuff soon. don’t worry. I plan on there being lots of exploration if yOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
mostly @cryogenik. mostly.
warnings: cursing. i think that’s it.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m afraid I can’t do that for you.” Flew between your lips for probably the thousandth time in a single hour, the dark circles under your eyes more prominent than when you forced yourself out of bed this morning.
Gladly enough, as your eyes rolled furthering into the back of your skull with each passing moment, you didn’t have a face to match the ungodly voice grinding through the phone, “Well, find me someone who can.”
Whoever was listening up above give you patience, because if you had strength, you might actually burn the entire building to the ground. Curling your hand into a fist, you slowly motioned punching the sleek black receiver on your desk as a punctuation to each word. “Again, he is in a meeting at the moment, and cannot come to the phone. I am not allowed to give out anymore information than that.”
There was a moment of silence, one that seemed blissful and sweet, but did not last long enough. “So, I can call back later then and he’ll be available?”
Your hands met in front of your face, palms together in a praying motion, and you almost hissed: “Yes.”
“Okay then, I’ll just call back later, I guess,” She sneered, and you silently gagged. “It would of been nice had you suggested it earlier instead of wasting my time, you know.”
The dial tone followed and for a moment you simply sat, legs spread improperly wide, forearms supporting yourself against the cold desk, and eyes unfocused on your CEO’s door. Several muted gestures flew from your hands at the phone, ripping your bluetooth off and chucking it in the trash can, and you began a slow breathing method.
“You know, that’s a 300 dollar piece of equipment,” Be damned with formalities, you didn’t even bother to turn your head.
“Mr. Stark — “
“Ah-ah, I’m sorry, who are you looking for?”
A little part of you died inside each time he made you do this, and you internally sobbed with both words. “Crimson Dynamo.”
“Continue,” Tony gestured, swiveling his hand around, and you vaguely noticed him tinkering with your Newton’s Cradle.
Inhaling deeply, you were finally frustrated to have enough courage to finally tell your boss exactly how you were feeling about everything you dealt with. “Look, I love being your assistant, I really do — “
“Of course you do.”
Ignoring that comment, you went on, “ — But I’m here to help you take care of business, not help throw turn down your one-night swings for you in the process!” There was no comment, and when you looked at him, his brown eyes were focused on the little contraption, and your fingers twitched. “Mr. Stark!” You pleaded, slamming your hands down on the table.
“Oh, I’m listening,” He assured you, not sparing you a glance, but his finger stopped poking. “Or does it bother you that I’m playing with my balls?”
There was a momentary pause before you leaned forward and swiped away the distraction, and dropping it in the trash. “And now they’re back where they belong.”
“Ouch,” Tony made a thoughtful look, his brown eyes looking sadly into the trash.
Your nails tapped on the desk, one following the other as you glanced down at the fancy watch on your wrist waiting for him to finish mourning his new loss. “How was the meeting that you refused to let me go to?” It was no secret that Tony Stark was Ironman anymore, and that meetings for the Avengers were held right in this tower, and it always crawled under your skin to be so close yet so far away from them.
Of course, you had met a few of them at a passing glance, got introduced, but you were a part of no official business. That didn’t stop a few of them from getting your phone number, much to Tony’s annoyance on how everyone tried to play with his toys.
He was such a child sometimes.
“Boyfriend break up with you?” A nonchalant response, completely irrelevant. You squinted at the screen, fingers pausing on your keyboard as you were slowly booking his next meeting that actually had to do with business you were a part of. “Goldfish die?” Each question made your brows furrow deeper as you slowly turned in your chair, looking at him like he had gone mad.
“What?”
His finger tapped his chin several times, analyzing gaze on you. “There’s got to be a reason you’re so bitter lately.”
Offended, you jerked back a bit. “I am not — “
Tony snapped, slowly pointing both fingers at you in a western gun shoot-out. “When was the last time you had a vacation.”
You could never remember a time in your life that you felt your emotions switch so much than when you were around him, this time suspicion came over you. “When did you become so generous.”
“See! Right there!” He exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger inches from your nose. “You’re going to ruin this company with your negative vibes, and we don’t have that here.”
Glancing around, you openly gestured to the fact it was basically only you and him on the entire floor, because he felt the need to have an entire floor for his office. “We?”
He nodded, suddenly setting a bag on the high-rise of your desk. “Exactly, and that’s why I got you this.” Rolling down the bag, he revealed a little Bonzai.
Slight disappointment came over your features as you looked at the tiny tree, a singular leaf on it’s branch. “Is this my vacation?”
“Close,” Tony began to explain, “It’s a hint that has to do with your vacation.”
“You’re... sending me to China?”
“No,” His finger pointed at the miniature plant, a million dollar grin cracking his face. “Think of what the Bonzai represents.”
“Peace? Serenity?”
“Yes, and yes. That’s your vacation — I mean, peace is what you millennial’s are all about these days, right?”
There was no amusement in your features. “Did you just call me a millennial?”
Stark’s hands drummed on the surface of your desk until he reached the very end. “I don’t wanna see you or hear from you for three weeks, got it? Or at least until positive emotions are seeping from your pores.”
“That’s disgusting to think about.”
“Three weeks!”
Your fingers danced along your steering wheel, eyes jumping around the area as your foot tapped in impatience at your GPS. “Please, turn around.” And you ripped it off your dash, flicking it into the back seat without a care, your car still parked on the side of the road. Giving your face one last rub with your hands, you put your car back in drive and floored it, not bothering to double-check if anyone was coming up behind you.
Of course, getting lost on your way home was a wonderful way to start your vacation. Apparently, your GPS, no matter how much money you had spent on it, didn’t know how to navigate around tons of road construction and unfortunately, that was the only way you knew home. It didn’t help with the rain pouring down either. You only hoped your house wasn’t flooded.
You lived in a little rural area outside of NYC, with the beach practically in your backyard. You’d been there for about two years now, Mr. Stark having moved you out of the motel you had been living in, since, in the time you started working for him your actual apartment was almost an hour away. A year later, he had followed you home one night, claiming it was an experiment on what normal people do after work, and after finding out where you lived, he gifted you with a set of keys the next day. At first, you refused them, until he informed you that the contract was already in your name and rent would be paid to him. The rent eventually came down to nothing, and you took care of everything for yourself.
You couldn’t lie, while your boss got on your nerves at times, that job was a god-sent gift, and you don’t even want to think of where you would be without it, or without him.
Groaning, the rain continued to pour, only coming in thicker waves as time went on, and by the time you arrived at your house, you couldn’t even see the drive way. Sitting for a moment, you looked around your car and slapped the steering wheel, throwing yourself back against the seat and crossing your arms. You honestly have had the worst day, and just wanted to go inside and go to sleep, and you kept telling yourself it could be worse.
It could be worse.
It is worse.
Jolting forward, your head barely brushed the steering wheel as it seemed like an earthquake shook the ground, and immediately the rain quit pouring, calming to a small drizzle. You stayed still, barely breathing as you stared idly out the blurry window. Through the running droplets, you vaguely made out dark colors on your property.
Oh God. Oh God.
So many things had happened in NYC, and yet you were living here, and this would probably be the moment you would regret it. You figured, being mixed up in the business of Tony Stark you would die at a young age, from something he would do, or someone would see you as leverage for a kidnapping. Clenching your eyes tight, you let out air in multiple spurts.
You thought you’d face a regular fate, like getting stabbed or shot by a mugger, or a crack addict, or being held hostage in a bank robbery. You know, the normal things that happen in big cities. Not have some HYDRA agent hunt down your ass, or some other-worldly mortal enemy of Tony, or god knows who.
Trying to calm down, you quietly mumbled to yourself, trying to tell yourself: “Maybe it’s just Thor visiting... or Loki... or something.” For some reason, the two Norse Gods had taken a quick liking to you, frequently talking to you and visiting when they had the time. But lately, Loki had not been coming around and Thor did not seem to willing to talk, so you were left to wonder and worry, but were assured he was still alive and well.
Not that you were sure that made you feel any better or worse.
Rubbing furiously at your face, you reached your free hand over to pop open the door, and your foot was immediately calf deep in water. Slight tears of frustration welled up in your eyes, but you shook them away as you didn’t give a damn anymore, climbing out the car. Though, when you looked towards your house, you saw five figures; one laying in the grass coughing and sputtering, another clutching his side as he looked off into the distance, a blonde laying on his back in the grass with his face covered, and the other two were holding onto each other.
Those definitely were not Thor or Loki.
Not to mention the fucking boat in your backyard.
Immediate panic rushed through you, gut dropping at the scene of them dressed up in what looked like ancient armor, axes strapped to their bodies. Wetting your drying lips, you slowly crouched down as none of them noticed you, glancing off down the road where your neighbor lived. Granted, he was the closest one and was about 4 miles down the road, but maybe if you tried hard enough you could get away. You grimaced thinking about escaping on foot, but judging by the risen water-level on the road, you had a feeling you wouldn’t make it far by your vehicle. It looked like you were lucky you made it home.
Wiping sweat from your forehead, you tried to calm your pounding heart and shaking hands that gripped the door of the car as you peaked around it. Though you wished you hadn’t — the figure on the ground aggressively pointed at you, yelling something that you weren’t sure you even wanted to understand, and two bulky figures began stalking towards you.
“Fuck me,” You breathed, taking off towards the flooded road on foot.
You’d feel better if you died trying to get away rather than not, even if that was an 70 dollar skirt.
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pairing: Moder days! Ivar X our beloved Y/N
Summary: Y/N and Ivar have been married for four years, and now they consider starting a family of their own, waiting for a specific email to tell them if it’s possible.
warnings: swearing and that’s about it
Word count: 1186
Ivar hadn’t been the same since he returned from the doctor’s office, he’d changed the channel at least forty times in the last hour, you didn’t bother counting how many times he picked his phone to look at the time, or whatever other excuses he used to check his email, he barely said a word that didn’t sound like he was on argue of setting your house on fire with him inside, he’d been stressed and that alone stresses you out.
It wasn’t like him to worry that much about a doctor’s appointment, he’s used to seeing doctors, ever since he was born, it was the only thing he had done at a constant pace, he’d have them tell him what he can and can not do and every time they tell him he can’t do something because of his legs, he’d proven them wrong in every possible way, but this specific appointment, this one was different, it was important to him.
You sighed as he checked his phone for the hundredth time “for fuck’s sake Ivar! Stop torturing the poor device!” you snapped, “I’m just looking at the time!” he complained, usually you’d find his whines adorable, but now, you felt disturbed more than anything, you stood in front of him and folded your arms “that’s it! We’re going out!” you declared “it’s three in the morning?” he objected “I don’t care, we’ll take a walk in the park across the street” you requested “my legs hurt, I must rest them”
Ivar would never acknowledge his legs hurt unless he wanted an excuse for not doing something, for example, the other day when you asked him to change the channel to the one that showed your favorite series Jane the Virgin and he said he can’t because his legs hurt just so he could watch a documentary about parrots.
“We’ll use the wheelchair” you insisted even more “I hate the wheelchair, people look at me as if I’m some kind of misfortune when I use it” he huffed “well, good thing it’s three in the morning then no?” you said as you went to the storage room and dragged the wheelchair out of there, Ivar rarely used it, he preferred the crutches even though they caused him much more pain just for the sake of proving he can walk.
He rolled his eyes and sat on the wheelchair, picking up his phone, only to meet the protesting hands of yours which took the phone and put it back on the couch, “I can’t bring my phone now?” he grumbled, eyes focused on the device “nope, imagine we’re back in 783 or something, way before technology” you said as you pushed his chair, opening the door out of your shared apartment, and headed to the elevator.
“What if something happens? What if I wanted to check on the time? What if Hvitserk called for us to pick him up from an orgy or whatever mess he’s into these days? What if we need to call 911?” he kept rumbling a very long list of what-ifs, you just listened and pressed the ground floor’s button.
You reached the ground level and pushed him out of the building, you smiled the minute the cold winds of the night hit your face, playing with your hair, you knew he relaxed as well when he finally stopped talking, you pushed the chair to the park, he usually hated it when someone pushes the chair for him, he’s capable of handling things on his own and he makes it very clear whenever he gets a chance, but he knew you wouldn’t do it unless something was up so he simply allow it to be.
“You won’t get an email from the clinic at 3 a.m.” you finally broke the silence after what seemed like forever “I know, I can’t help it” he admitted, so faint, it was almost like a whisper, “it wouldn’t change anything. I’ll still love you the same” you promised him, he jeered “Y/N it will change everything! It will change whether I’ll be able to give you a child or not!”
“it wouldn’t change a thing! Fuck doctor doesn’t know you the way I do, If he says it’s impossible then we’ll prove him wrong like we always do”
“It’s not like walking, or doing anything else if the fuck doctor says I can’t then I don’t know how I can prove him wrong, I mean, we’ve been together for four years and nothing happened”
“It has nothing to do with that, we didn’t have a child before because we’ve been careful! We used all kinds of protection to prevent it from happening! We weren’t ready, besides even if it’s literally impossible we can always review our other options, like adoption, sperm donors, stuff like that, and try alternative therapy”
“What if I can but our children will be born with my disability?”
“What if not? Ivar, you’re worrying about things way beyond our control, right now we just need to relax and wait, we’ll hear the news eventually, we’ll take it one step at a time, just like we did with everything else”
“I hate this, I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess” he muttered, avoiding to look at you “don’t you dare, I love you Ivar Ragnarsson when I look at you, I see a brave inspiring man, brilliant, caring, and loving, and you will be stupid if you ever think for one second that I think of you as anything less than perfect, no matter what the fuck doctor say” you leaned down and sat on his lap, placing a kiss on his lips.
“you should really stop calling him fuck doctor” Ivar groaned, you giggled “We should, but it’s more interesting this way, less scary you know?” he nodded in agreement, his mood lightened up a little “how did we even come up with that?” he questioned, you thought for a minute “oh we didn’t, this morning Hvitserk was loaded from last night, and you told me to take him with me while I run some errands so he was crying about it then shouted ‘this is unfair, I don’t get to sleep because this bitch has an appointment with a fuck doctor’ and we’ve been calling him that ever since” you beamed.
“Do you think he actually knows it’s called fertility doctor?”
“Of course he does Ivar! He was simply hammered that he forgot!”
“I don’t know, my brothers could be stupid sometimes”
The two of you spent the rest of the night in the park, you took his lap as your personal seat and he enjoyed it, he pushed you both into a special place that you both liked, near a lake, both of you appreciated the view from there, you didn’t sleep at all that night, instead, you watched the sunshine while cuddling each other, when the people started showing up the two of you returned to the safety of your apartment, this time you were more moderate, more comfortable as you waited for the big news.
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Bukeni forest 2: ancient spirits
Research and reports on Bukeni forest
In 1996 the Latvian world "Ivar Vix" visit the place and spoke in his reports and his remarks about a strange anomaly in the forest was very cold weather, unlike other places around which usually tend Moderation,
Vix spoke about a The Strong stone figure was emit a Western power, imagine that after such a short time research died "Vix" unfortunately after surprise illness is unknown,
also Latvian world The other Sidorov Woods discovered that many people were visiting the Woods out to striving to heal "by ancient rocks scattered in the Woods, where he discovered through The historic search for this place to a sacred place was Bukeni forest in ancient times but Sidorov thinks that the Woods became a famous place in Europe and got her to different places on the continent. thus bringing people with a number of other rocks to place as a symbol of freedom from sin, not personally inclined to this hypothesis and, frankly, nobody knows where it came from and why it was placed there. What is the secret of the energy emitted and mysterious property that incredible power to heal the sick.
Mysterious rock and stone.
Locals in the town of "doble "are warning people who took those rocks of sacred forest and think it's going to curse and unfortunately we must leave them in place, as I mentioned, the locals there say that Some of those rocks with the power to heal, for example shavaa arthritis and rheumatism and diseases of women and some other diseases while other rocks (very serious) have the opposite effect, causing Negative consequences when they are touched as happened with the world "Ivar fix" unknown disease died shortly after his visit to end, where locals warn tourists not to take any rock with them because they will They regret it later and become victims of serious accidents and diseases and people say "doble" that there is a strange object always lived under one of those big rocks in the Woods and despite not knowing the nature That object, many say it is a beam or a radioactive object while others say it's an ancient tomb of the demon under those rocks cause destruction and annihilation of anyone who dares take the rocks out Holy place, although that is always very cold but there is another anomaly in the Woods somewhere under an old pine tree, where the temperature in this spot will always be higher than the environment Surroundings and heat and warmth, in fact, a number of researchers who went to that tree have confirmed this information and they said they felt the warmth spread throughout the body it originates from under Earth like heat and warm the body of any person in that particular spot even in winter and cold nights
Strange lights: a portal to a parallel universe
People who have visited the jungle say they are when standing on top of the hills at large distances from each other feel regular source unknown and whispers So some think that there is an invisible portal to a parallel universe while others think that the Black Forest and serious, and no doubt it Board to the Commission and various demonic entities and spirits. And even watches and onions don't work in those woods, not to mention a strange unknown radiation source and is best avoided altogether and not to visit.
Some scientists have suggested the Earth Physics exploration geophysics that radiation might be caused because of Magnetic deposits, other probability that there is resurgence of underground gas or maybe there was seismic activity in this mysterious place leads to the emergence of those mysterious radiation, also there is a ghrier phenomenon. Another appearance of lights and odd balls appear in the forest and can be seen from the trees with the naked eye and been photographed several times by a number of researchers as you can see in the picture, actually. For us we are researchers think it a place worth visiting, although there are many magicians and spiritual healers are considered a sacred Bukeni filmed forest out non-specialists must enter And experienced therapists, and don't think it's a valid place for tourism and warn him, personally agree with them because this place definitely is a mysterious and dangerous place and no doubt of having supernatural powers and There is an old story or stories related to that place was because in all these phenomena
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Bukeni forest 2: ancient spirits
Research and reports on Bukeni forest
In 1996 the Latvian world "Ivar Vix" visit the place and spoke in his reports and his remarks about a strange anomaly in the forest was very cold weather, unlike other places around which usually tend Moderation,
Vix spoke about a The Strong stone figure was emit a Western power, imagine that after such a short time research died "Vix" unfortunately after surprise illness is unknown,
also Latvian world The other Sidorov Woods discovered that many people were visiting the Woods out to striving to heal "by ancient rocks scattered in the Woods, where he discovered through The historic search for this place to a sacred place was Bukeni forest in ancient times but Sidorov thinks that the Woods became a famous place in Europe and got her to different places on the continent. thus bringing people with a number of other rocks to place as a symbol of freedom from sin, not personally inclined to this hypothesis and, frankly, nobody knows where it came from and why it was placed there. What is the secret of the energy emitted and mysterious property that incredible power to heal the sick.
Mysterious rock and stone.
Locals in the town of "doble "are warning people who took those rocks of sacred forest and think it's going to curse and unfortunately we must leave them in place, as I mentioned, the locals there say that Some of those rocks with the power to heal, for example shavaa arthritis and rheumatism and diseases of women and some other diseases while other rocks (very serious) have the opposite effect, causing Negative consequences when they are touched as happened with the world "Ivar fix" unknown disease died shortly after his visit to end, where locals warn tourists not to take any rock with them because they will They regret it later and become victims of serious accidents and diseases and people say "doble" that there is a strange object always lived under one of those big rocks in the Woods and despite not knowing the nature That object, many say it is a beam or a radioactive object while others say it's an ancient tomb of the demon under those rocks cause destruction and annihilation of anyone who dares take the rocks out Holy place, although that is always very cold but there is another anomaly in the Woods somewhere under an old pine tree, where the temperature in this spot will always be higher than the environment Surroundings and heat and warmth, in fact, a number of researchers who went to that tree have confirmed this information and they said they felt the warmth spread throughout the body it originates from under Earth like heat and warm the body of any person in that particular spot even in winter and cold nights
Strange lights: a portal to a parallel universe
People who have visited the jungle say they are when standing on top of the hills at large distances from each other feel regular source unknown and whispers So some think that there is an invisible portal to a parallel universe while others think that the Black Forest and serious, and no doubt it Board to the Commission and various demonic entities and spirits. And even watches and onions don't work in those woods, not to mention a strange unknown radiation source and is best avoided altogether and not to visit.
Some scientists have suggested the Earth Physics exploration geophysics that radiation might be caused because of Magnetic deposits, other probability that there is resurgence of underground gas or maybe there was seismic activity in this mysterious place leads to the emergence of those mysterious radiation, also there is a ghrier phenomenon. Another appearance of lights and odd balls appear in the forest and can be seen from the trees with the naked eye and been photographed several times by a number of researchers as you can see in the picture, actually. For us we are researchers think it a place worth visiting, although there are many magicians and spiritual healers are considered a sacred Bukeni filmed forest out non-specialists must enter And experienced therapists, and don't think it's a valid place for tourism and warn him, personally agree with them because this place definitely is a mysterious and dangerous place and no doubt of having supernatural powers and There is an old story or stories related to that place was because in all these phenomena
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Bukeni forest 2: ancient spirits
Research and reports on Bukeni forest
In 1996 the Latvian world "Ivar Vix" visit the place and spoke in his reports and his remarks about a strange anomaly in the forest was very cold weather, unlike other places around which usually tend Moderation,
Vix spoke about a The Strong stone figure was emit a Western power, imagine that after such a short time research died "Vix" unfortunately after surprise illness is unknown,
also Latvian world The other Sidorov Woods discovered that many people were visiting the Woods out to striving to heal "by ancient rocks scattered in the Woods, where he discovered through The historic search for this place to a sacred place was Bukeni forest in ancient times but Sidorov thinks that the Woods became a famous place in Europe and got her to different places on the continent. thus bringing people with a number of other rocks to place as a symbol of freedom from sin, not personally inclined to this hypothesis and, frankly, nobody knows where it came from and why it was placed there. What is the secret of the energy emitted and mysterious property that incredible power to heal the sick.
Mysterious rock and stone.
Locals in the town of "doble "are warning people who took those rocks of sacred forest and think it's going to curse and unfortunately we must leave them in place, as I mentioned, the locals there say that Some of those rocks with the power to heal, for example shavaa arthritis and rheumatism and diseases of women and some other diseases while other rocks (very serious) have the opposite effect, causing Negative consequences when they are touched as happened with the world "Ivar fix" unknown disease died shortly after his visit to end, where locals warn tourists not to take any rock with them because they will They regret it later and become victims of serious accidents and diseases and people say "doble" that there is a strange object always lived under one of those big rocks in the Woods and despite not knowing the nature That object, many say it is a beam or a radioactive object while others say it's an ancient tomb of the demon under those rocks cause destruction and annihilation of anyone who dares take the rocks out Holy place, although that is always very cold but there is another anomaly in the Woods somewhere under an old pine tree, where the temperature in this spot will always be higher than the environment Surroundings and heat and warmth, in fact, a number of researchers who went to that tree have confirmed this information and they said they felt the warmth spread throughout the body it originates from under Earth like heat and warm the body of any person in that particular spot even in winter and cold nights
Strange lights: a portal to a parallel universe
People who have visited the jungle say they are when standing on top of the hills at large distances from each other feel regular source unknown and whispers So some think that there is an invisible portal to a parallel universe while others think that the Black Forest and serious, and no doubt it Board to the Commission and various demonic entities and spirits. And even watches and onions don't work in those woods, not to mention a strange unknown radiation source and is best avoided altogether and not to visit.
Some scientists have suggested the Earth Physics exploration geophysics that radiation might be caused because of Magnetic deposits, other probability that there is resurgence of underground gas or maybe there was seismic activity in this mysterious place leads to the emergence of those mysterious radiation, also there is a ghrier phenomenon. Another appearance of lights and odd balls appear in the forest and can be seen from the trees with the naked eye and been photographed several times by a number of researchers as you can see in the picture, actually. For us we are researchers think it a place worth visiting, although there are many magicians and spiritual healers are considered a sacred Bukeni filmed forest out non-specialists must enter And experienced therapists, and don't think it's a valid place for tourism and warn him, personally agree with them because this place definitely is a mysterious and dangerous place and no doubt of having supernatural powers and There is an old story or stories related to that place was because in all these phenomena
Bukeni forest 1: ancient spirits
Bukeni forest 2: ancient spirits
ALL, damned place, Mysterious places
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Bukeni forest 2: ancient spirits
Research and reports on Bukeni forest
In 1996 the Latvian world "Ivar Vix" visit the place and spoke in his reports and his remarks about a strange anomaly in the forest was very cold weather, unlike other places around which usually tend Moderation,
Vix spoke about a The Strong stone figure was emit a Western power, imagine that after such a short time research died "Vix" unfortunately after surprise illness is unknown,
also Latvian world The other Sidorov Woods discovered that many people were visiting the Woods out to striving to heal "by ancient rocks scattered in the Woods, where he discovered through The historic search for this place to a sacred place was Bukeni forest in ancient times but Sidorov thinks that the Woods became a famous place in Europe and got her to different places on the continent. thus bringing people with a number of other rocks to place as a symbol of freedom from sin, not personally inclined to this hypothesis and, frankly, nobody knows where it came from and why it was placed there. What is the secret of the energy emitted and mysterious property that incredible power to heal the sick.
Mysterious rock and stone.
Locals in the town of "doble "are warning people who took those rocks of sacred forest and think it's going to curse and unfortunately we must leave them in place, as I mentioned, the locals there say that Some of those rocks with the power to heal, for example shavaa arthritis and rheumatism and diseases of women and some other diseases while other rocks (very serious) have the opposite effect, causing Negative consequences when they are touched as happened with the world "Ivar fix" unknown disease died shortly after his visit to end, where locals warn tourists not to take any rock with them because they will They regret it later and become victims of serious accidents and diseases and people say "doble" that there is a strange object always lived under one of those big rocks in the Woods and despite not knowing the nature That object, many say it is a beam or a radioactive object while others say it's an ancient tomb of the demon under those rocks cause destruction and annihilation of anyone who dares take the rocks out Holy place, although that is always very cold but there is another anomaly in the Woods somewhere under an old pine tree, where the temperature in this spot will always be higher than the environment Surroundings and heat and warmth, in fact, a number of researchers who went to that tree have confirmed this information and they said they felt the warmth spread throughout the body it originates from under Earth like heat and warm the body of any person in that particular spot even in winter and cold nights
Strange lights: a portal to a parallel universe
People who have visited the jungle say they are when standing on top of the hills at large distances from each other feel regular source unknown and whispers So some think that there is an invisible portal to a parallel universe while others think that the Black Forest and serious, and no doubt it Board to the Commission and various demonic entities and spirits. And even watches and onions don't work in those woods, not to mention a strange unknown radiation source and is best avoided altogether and not to visit.
Some scientists have suggested the Earth Physics exploration geophysics that radiation might be caused because of Magnetic deposits, other probability that there is resurgence of underground gas or maybe there was seismic activity in this mysterious place leads to the emergence of those mysterious radiation, also there is a ghrier phenomenon. Another appearance of lights and odd balls appear in the forest and can be seen from the trees with the naked eye and been photographed several times by a number of researchers as you can see in the picture, actually. For us we are researchers think it a place worth visiting, although there are many magicians and spiritual healers are considered a sacred Bukeni filmed forest out non-specialists must enter And experienced therapists, and don't think it's a valid place for tourism and warn him, personally agree with them because this place definitely is a mysterious and dangerous place and no doubt of having supernatural powers and There is an old story or stories related to that place was because in all these phenomena
Bukeni forest 1: ancient spirits
Bukeni forest 2: ancient spirits
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The Berserker XVIII (Ivar x Reader)
Summary: You tell Bjarke and he persists that you travel back to Kattegat and tell Ivar. Hvitserk figure out where you’ll be before the summer’s over
Warnings: little angst, pregnant!reader
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“You’re what?” Bjarke’s voice booms through the tent and inevitably the camp. Nodding your head as you pull your mouth in a thin line, you keep your eyes on your folded hands in front of you and let out a sigh. “And you’re certain about this?” he questions, folding his arms over his broad chest as he shifts on his feet.
Nodding your head again, you pull your lower lip in between your teeth. “It’s been nearly two moons since I last bled,” you state, pulling your hands apart to hold your head in one hand. “And I have been ignoring the fact that I’ve been sick basically since we left Kattegat,” you add, slowly lifting your gaze up to the towering man in front of you.
He nods his head, turning his head away for a second to think about your words. It’s not every day that a female member of the packs turns out to be pregnant. And if it does happen, it’s always planned and they set aside their life with the pack for their family because of the fact that they won’t be able to move as swiftly with the pack as the pregnancy progresses.
“And what about Ivar?” he questions, turning his head back to you as you shrug. “You’re not planning on telling him that you carry his child?”
“Haven’t you been paying attention?” you ask back, raising an eyebrow at him as your head shakes in disappointment. “He’s determined that he cannot have children. If I tell him, he’ll think that I’ve fucked someone else,” you remind, dropping your head between your shoulder as your hand plays protectively over your stomach.
Bjarke frowns at you, staring for a moment before stepping forward. “You cannot keep this from him. This child is a gift from the Gods and you cannot keep this gift from the father,” he states, sitting in the seat in front of you and leaning on his elbows.
You stare at him with a tired look, shaking your head before sighing and dropping your gaze to your stomach. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s too stubborn to believe that he’s wrong,” you say, clutching the moderately flat surface under your hand as you bite your lip.
“Perhaps,” the man in front of you says, shrugging his shoulder which makes your eyes lift back up to him. “But I think every father should be told about their child. Even if they refuse to believe it,” he mentions, smiling sincerely at you. “So, we’re turning around and going back to Kattegat,” he states, his voice full of authority as he pushes himself off his seat.
Holding up your hand to protest, you lean forward on your seat. “We’re closer to Narfeyri, Bjarke,” you state, lowering your hand to rest on the armrest as he turns back around to you. “Don’t you think it’s best if we turn to Narfeyri instead?” you question, causing him to sigh in frustration and drop his gaze to the ground beneath his feet. “My people still need me there. For the summer’s harvest.”
Bjarke narrows his eyes at your resistance, folding his arms over his chest as he shakes his head. “Then you will travel to Kattegat to tell him?” he questions, reminding you a little bit of you brother with the persistent tone in his voice. Licking your lips at pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you give a nod, surrendering to his relentlessness.
It’s weird for Ivar being so caught up in the memory of you for so long after you left. Normally, he would be able to push things that like away, focus on other things that require his attention. He’s used to letting his rage go and moving on when someone disappoints him. Or in this case, gives him a taste of his own medicine, make him regret his actions and breaks his heart.
Hvitserk was right. It’s a nightmare trying to trace your packs movements so that plan was discarded after weeks of nothing. This leads Ivar to try to get information from others. Find out if other’s might have caught any kind of glimpse of the army passing by any town or village. But this has even less of a success.
The headpiece now stays on the seat of a chair close to the hearth in Ivar’s bedchambers. It’s positioned in a place that he can glance over at it from anywhere in the room. But, as the days go but, every time he glances over at the wolf’s head, anger slowly builds up inside of him.
Every stare at the headpiece brings up another question. How you could just leave without another word? How could you say you would never betray him, but then go behind his back to learn about Freydis? And her bastard child? Who was it that told you about them? It has to be someone that knows of it. That was around when everything happened.
Someone like Hvitserk.
As Ivar thinks of this thought, his brother walks into the room, pulling his gaze away from the wolf head and towards him. “I was thinking about how she found about of Freydis and Bladur,” he says, turning his gaze back to the furs on the seat. “And the only way she would have known so much is if someone had told her. Someone who knows what had happened because they were there.” Hvitserk shifts uncomfortably on his feet, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. “Do you want to know who I think it is, brother?” Ivar questions, pushing himself off his seat with his crutch in his hand and steps towards Hvitserk. “I think it is you, Hvitserk.”
“Ivar...”
“You didn’t have the right to tell her anything!” he sneers, his glare turning colder with each step he takes towards his brother. “It is because of you that she left! That she is no longer here! Because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut!” he shouts, jabbing his finger into Hvitserks chest harshly once he stands in front of him.
“She had a right to know,” he argues back, pushing Ivar’s hand away from his chest, glaring back at him. “You were keeping secrets from her. Secrets that she needed to know and it was breaking her heart that you didn’t trust her enough to tell her,” he states, stepping back away from Ivar.
He growls at Hvitserk, rolling his eyes before turning his back on him. “I would have told her,” he mutters, moving towards the seat that’s turned to the wolf head.
“When? When would you have told her?” Hvitserk questions, folding his arms over his chest as he glares at the back of his brother’s head. “You wouldn’t even tell her when she found out. She was just trying to help you get over Freydis’ betrayal and you just pushed her away!” he hisses, making Ivar turning back around to him, his jaw clenching as he stares coldly at him.
Shaking his head, he runs his tongue over his lips and starts to walk back to Hvitserk. “Well, it seems that everyone around me is betraying me,” he says, tilting his head to the side as he narrows his eyes, his hand gripping the crutch painfully tight. “It’s hard to think of who I can trust now.”
Ivar turns back around as Hvitserk takes a deep breath, rolling his eyes now that Ivar’s back faces him again. “If you don’t think you can trust me anymore, then you probably won’t believe me if I told you I might have an idea where (Y/n) might be,” he mentions, dropping his arms to his sides as Ivar’s head perks up and glances over his shoulder. “You forget that Narfeyri is bountiful in their crops. Which means that when they harvest, their queen must be there as well,” he adds, taking a small step back. “I have found her, which means that my role in aiding your search for her is over now, brother,” he states, turning his back and walking out the door.
Taking in a deep breath, Ivar drops his head to stare at the ground, cursing himself for forgetting about your own kingdom. You’ve been ruling Narfeyri from Kattegat, giving up the security of your crown to be with him. With you being here, there’s a possibility of someone else usurping your throne like your uncle had. And yet, you were prepared to face that consequence for him.
Now that he knows where you will be for the summer harvest, he can plan to travel to your kingdom - like he had before raiding England with you and your army. Only, he’s not quite sure if it would be a good plan seeing you again after how things ended. Something tells him that you might just kill him when you lay eyes on him again. And he’s not quite sure what he would say when he sees you. It’s something that he’s always hated.
Not being sure of what words to say to you and being unsure. To him, it’s like walking into battle without a plan that will ensure success. And it’s odd that he’s not sure because whenever he’s around you, the words fall off his lips with ease. Or, they did when he first met you.
What was easy in the beginning is now difficult.
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