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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Hey gorgeous :)

Could you maybe write something with Ivar and Roman please? I kinda would be interested in them with being soulmates to a female reader....only if this would interest you?!

The Three of Us

Soulmate au | Modern Ivar x f reader x Roman Godfrey

Oh how I love this pairing and soulmate trope! Here you go @walkxthexmoon (thanks for your patience)

Words: 9,876 (holy crap officially my longest oneshot ever)

Warnings: some yelling and aggressive reactions, curing, mentions of sex/ sex life, sex scenes but I wouldn’t say smut like - i went a more poetic route, you’ll see, drinking

An: I do tend to write modern Ivar without his disability. This is not meant to offend anyone, or meant as erasure. It’s just my choice as a writer. So if this detail bothers you, I respect that but please move on to other works. We don’t need to argue or fuss about it. There are plenty of people who write modern Ivar with his disability. You’ll find many. Thank you 💕

Credits: some GIFs are mine, others are not. Credit to those creators.

Many little things made your life with Ivar and Roman special. Favorite places, songs, movies, sweaters, mugs - even Ivar’s camera. Ivar received a vintage camera for his birthday two years ago and ever since he took that thing everywhere.

The three of you have accumulated a collection of mini-movies. Your adventures and daily life caught on film. It was sweet. At first, Ivar didn’t let anyone touch his camera. Not that this mattered, Roman was always taking it anyway, breaking into Ivars photography room and putting everything back when he was done. It didn’t take Ivar long to catch on.

The two lived in one of the fanciest buildings in the downtown area. You nicknamed it ‘trust fund row’, it was where most of those kids lived, including the well off students of the nearby university and the mid-twenty to early 40-year-olds who had money to burn.

Both Ivar and Roman fit in this category. They came from money and have mothers who spoil them rotten. You’ve had to deal with their rich kid syndrome at times, but for the most part, Roman is the worst about it. Ivar, despite his family name and background, is the more down-to-earth of the two, but he has his moment too.

Even with the frustrations, and coming from different backgrounds, you loved them. Unlike the boys, you worked hard for what you had. Your family did okay, but you still needed a loan for college, thankfully, you got a scholarship too and it took some of the pressure off. You even worked the entirety of your college years at one of the popular cafes within walking distance of campus. It was how you met the guys during your freshman year.

While you made coffees, heated pasties, and in the evening hours served wine or beer, the boys were partying, still never lifting a finger for anything. College, like this luxury apartment you sit in right now, all paid for by their parents.

The first time you saw them, it was your 5th week of work. You were switched to the evening shift after someone called out. It was busy all day in that cafe, but at night even more so. It wasn’t as rowdy as a bar, since they didn’t serve hard liquor, but enough beer and wine can still have a very - noticeable effect on people.

Your boss was pretty strict about his ID policy, and since you weren’t 21 yet, you just served the drinks. Your supervisor kept a pretty close eye on you too, so sneaking drinks never happened at work.

With a full class schedule and a job, you didn’t have a lot of time for fun things. Even though you lived on campus. The most fun you had involved simpler yet fulfilling things like spending time with your friends, live shows, and things like that.

You didn’t know it at the time, but your life would change drastically when those two showed up that night. You were clearing empty glasses from a table when they walked by, you noticed them instantly and to your surprise, their eyes were on you too.

Everyone knew or heard stories about these two, Ivar and Roman, trouble makers, ladies men, party animals - you’ve heard quite a bit about them yourself and would spot them around campus from time to time.

The duo was, is, impossible to ignore. Tall, lean, well-dressed Roman who strolled into every room as if he owned it. He loved all the attention he got, he ate it all up. There were three kinds of girls on campus when it came to Roman, the ones he hooked up with and now hated his guts, the ones he hooked up with and though he never got serious with them, they keep coming back, and third the ones he hasn’t hooked up with, yet.

In contrast to Roman's golden boy looks, Ivar has more of a mysterious, dark, sultry vibe to him, he’s also stronger, and more muscular. Ivar is shorter than Romans 6’4, but not by much, just 4 inches. Both guys have chocolate brown hair and light eyes, but their eyes couldn't be any more different.

Ivar’s eyes you noticed first, something about them drew you in, you found yourself hypnotized by those enigmatic, breathtaking blue eyes. The sinister smirk he flashes at you from across the room didn’t help your racing heartbeat any.

Roman’s eyes are a beautiful green, like precious gems in the sunlight. Big chartreuse eyes that hold innocent almost puppy dog-like energy as easily as they hold desire and mystery. When you first saw Roman, his attractiveness aside, you also noticed his lips, his beautiful, full lips.

When the guys arrived, they went to the bar area which had the nighttime look now. You noticed the way the bartender, a senior, checks them out and you don’t blame her, the two of them were walking heartbreaks waiting to happen.

Throughout the night, you worked your section and went to the bar as needed, each time you and the guys stole a glance, each glance sent your pulse through the roof.

You never expected them to say anything, you had confidence, it wasn’t that. You just didn’t look like the type of girl the two usually had on their arm or hanging around, you were quite different. So an hour after they arrived, when the guys ended up moving to your section, it took you by surprise.

It was Roman who spoke first as both men observed you, you never felt more visible, more seen than under their hungry curious stares. As Roman spoke, Ivar leaned back in his chair, watching you. It felt like your skin was on fire, having just one of them look at you was exciting enough, but both?

When you returned with their drinks, Ivar finally spoke, in a very casual way, he asked what time you were getting off of work. And that’s how it started, the complicated, warm, exciting, streamy three-way (relationship?) you ended up in.

Late night drinks, all-day hangs, and crashing in each other's beds soon led to the friendship lines being blurred between you and both men. Any jealousy at the start, and it was there, was long gone by now.

As far as your heart was concerned, you loved them both, not that you were ready to admit it in the beginning. Falling for two playboys? Not you. But it happened, it happened fast.

As time went on, your longing for something more serious grew. Unofficially you had two boyfriends, but officially, all three of you were single and free to do as you choose. Though you never strayed outside of your little triple love nest, there was no reason to. Together, Ivar and Roman make your perfect guy.

…

Now, with college in your rear view mirrors, Ivar and Roman still living in their fancy apartment, the three of you continue your unconventional story. You share Ivar and Roman. They share with you. Amazingly, there was never an official conversation stating labels, it just happened. Somehow, even though it’s crazy, it mostly works- or has been minus some hiccups.

Your non-traditional relationship has hit its fair share of hiccups and issues lately, even though you love them dearly, it seems like more bad times than good. It’s been weighing heavily on your heart and making you question if this was right for you or if they were right for you .

This was the very thing that drove you to take the test . The one that’s been causing all the rage lately. You can still remember when you saw the commercial. You were sitting on the couch, snuggled between Ivar and Roman as when it came on.

- Flashback -

The person on Tv: No more guessing. No more dating apps. Find your soulmate today.

You don’t know why at the time, but you held your breath as you watched. You even noticed Roman, who perpetually had his phone in his hand look up and raise a brow. When your eyes drifted to Ivar, he was staring at the TV wearing that amused expression he gets.

You diverted your eyes before either guy could see how closely you were watching the commercial. You reach for your phone and look at a random message. When your eyes were downcast, you heard Roman comment.

“What the fuck? I bet that's just some scam to get ass.” He shakes his head, eyes going back to his phone, “could you imagine? You’re my soulmate, let’s fuck.” He snickers.

Ivar chuckles to your left, “do you think that thing works?”

“Dude, of course, it doesn't. There’s no such thing.” Roman replied.

Ivar shrugged and looked at you. You felt his eyes burning into you.

“What do you think, hmm? Maybe it is bullshit. Maybe it’s real.”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, pretending not to care.

“It’s bullshit, probably invented in the old days to get into a chic’s 10 layers of underwear,” Roman tossed his phone aside, and it landed on the cushion. With a yawn, he stretched his arms over his head, “I’m hungry. Let’s get food.”

- Flashback over -

You’ve become so lost in your thoughts, and the memory, that it takes you a moment to realize Ivar is recording you. Normally, you didn’t mind the camera, but right now, you feel too overwhelmed by it. Your mind is heavy with the test, the recent issues you’ve been having, and the last two times you tried to get a serious answer out of the guys about what this is.

Sure, it was fun for a long time just going with the flow. But as of late, you’ve been craving more stability, and hearing the words “were just having fun”, “don’t be so serious just enjoy it” or “we’re exploring” was no longer fun or exciting, it was depressing.

Returning to the present moment, you lower your head and take the camera from Ivar, turning it on him. “No, let me play director.”

“Oh come on, I was getting the good stuff. You were so - reflective…silent…” He grins.

“It’s your turn.” You grin back at him as you zoom in on his face, focusing on those beautiful blue eyes. Those magical eyes that still pull you in, still hypnotize you years later.

The sweet moment is short-lived. You think about the test again. You officially received the results last night, but you’ve been too terrified to read them. They sat in an envelope in your backpack. As for the digital version, you hid the app in a ‘don’t open’ folder on your phone and avoided the email account you used.

The guys didn’t know you took it. You’d have to tell them. You had to tell them before they found out.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you focus on Ivar again. He makes silly faces at the camera, it gives you a much-needed laugh. You savor this light moment and make faces back at Ivar.

In the background, you hear Roman rummaging through the room for something, followed by a clicking sound.

“Stupid shit, “ Roman curses under his breath, “I need a lighter. Mine is dead.”

“You know I hate when you smoke in here, both of you.” You wag a finger at Ivar who flashes his puppy dog eyes at you.

Yes, it was technically their apartment, but you spent so much time here, you lived here too. The 4 bedrooms were way too excessive for just two guys. In college, Ivar turned one room into his photography room and the remaining room was just used by friends or when Ivar’s brothers visited until you came along.

Ever since, that last room, in between Roman's room and Ivar’s has become yours. It’s personalized and everything. But you did try to split your time between here and your actual apartment. You worked hard to have a place of your own and weren't ready to give it up yet.

After keeping it to yourself when you all first started dating, you eventually grew more vocal about the smoking thing and the guys eventually agreed to smoke on the balcony outside only. Except when they were feeling rebellious.

Roman walks by the couch and imitates your words in your voice before stealing a quick kiss. You watch as he continues his search for a working lighter. Across from you, Ivar puts the camera down carefully and grabs your hand, “Come here.”

He pulls you closer. You sit next to him and rest your head on his strong broad shoulder. It feels nice. A much-needed comfort for the storm brewing inside of you.

You and Ivar sit in blissful silence as he wraps one arm around your body. You loved cuddling both of them, each guy has something special about his touch and the way he holds you.

The silence is soon cut by a cold feeling. You feel the air shift in the room as a rock sinks in your gut, nervousness suddenly washing over you. It’s not until Roman storms into the room, holding the envelope, do you know why you feel this way.

Roman throws the envelope down on the table before you. You flinch and sit up, and so does Ivar.

“What the shit is this?!” Roman barks, his green eyes burning with anger. He leans over the table, lays his hands flat on it, and stares at you dead on.

Confused, Ivar’s eyes move between you and Roman before he grabs the envelope himself. He looks at you once more before opening it.

Your heart sinks. You hold your breath.

“What the fuck is that!” Roman points at it, still yelling.

Your eyes jump from him to Ivar. Sweat beads on your forehead as anxiety washed over you. You know the answer, of course, you do , but it doesn’t meet your lips. You just look at Ivar, then Roman, then at the contents of the envelope as Ivar examines them.

Ignoring Roman for now, because his anger makes you freeze, you watch Ivar. He slowly shakes his head. When his eyes meet yours, they’re heavy with disappointment.

“I - “ you inch closer to Ivar as he waves the papers, anger seeps into his eyes, “I uh - “

Roman aggressively lights a cigarette and shoves it between his lips.

“Your name is on it. It’s yours,” he takes a long drag and looks at Ivar, “it's yours. Why do you have that?!”

You swallow and cross your arms defensively. You practiced this conversation in your mind a dozen times, but right now you can’t even form words.

Roman forces a laugh, “ I’ll tell you why, shes’ fucking leaving us!”

Ivar looks up at him. The loving soft expression from earlier is not gone, his face is cold, still, dark.

“Roman I didn’t - “

Ivar carefully places everything back inside the packet and places it in your lap, “did you do this?” He asks, but you know, he knows you did.

You stand, moving away from both of them. Feeling overwhelmed, you head to the balcony and slide the door open, a fresh breeze rolls in and hits your hot face.

“I was going to tell you guys, I just...you weren’t supposed to find that.”

Roman responds, Ivar is still silent, “I was just looking for a lighter. You always have candles and shit, I knew you had one somewhere.”

You press your lips together in a tight line, still watching them over your shoulder, your body facing the balcony. You take a deep breath, then turn to face them, “yes. I took the test. I was curious. And no, I wasn't leaving you, either of you, I just wanted to know.”

“So what are we then? Are you bored already?” Roman grows increasingly hostile by the second, his tone more aggressive.

You glance at Ivar who takes a cigarette from Roman's pack on the table. He doesn't say anything to you, doesn't even look at you, and that somehow hurts more than Romans yelling.

Ivar walks over to the balcony, right past you, and steps outside to smoke. His back is toward you now. He feels cold, so far away. You step back into the apartment and lower your head. This is bad, this is bad.

Behind you, Roman continues to go off. Each word from his lips increases your stress and anxiety.

“Ivar, “ Roman stands in front of you, his eyes locked on yours as you stare back at him, “I wonder what else we don’t know about her. Lies. Secrets - “

“Roman just, shut up!” You yell, surprising yourself. The room goes so still, that you could hear a pin drop. Ivar turns around.

Roman does a double-take before sitting on the couch. He continues to smoke, his eyes on you the whole time. The anger in his face starts to melt into something else, if you look close enough, you can see a small pout on his lips.

Pacing, you push through the tightening in your chest and speak up, “I asked you, both of you, what this was,” you move your finger between you and Roman then you and Ivar.

Ivar puts out his cigarette, walks past you, and sits on the couch next to Roman.

You continue, “I know we’ve been having fun but I never know if one day it's just going to end, or if one of you will decide you’re bored with me and move on. So yeah, I took the fucking soulmate test.”

Ivar shakes his head, not saying anything, Roman continues to smoke his cigarette. The tension in the room, mixed with cigarette smoke, is making you feel dizzy.

It could also be a panic attack.

You push the thought back and walk over to the table.

“You both never take me seriously when I ask. I have a right to ask what this is and if it's sustainable.”

Neither one responds, they just stare at you. Needing to get out of the apartment, you snatch the envelope and retrieve your backpack. You can hear Roman shout from the living room.

“Going to meet your soulmate now?”

Rolling your eyes, you pause and look at the envelope again. The name of the test is right on the cover. You look over the items Ivar reviewed and notice inside is a single sealed envelope. The results. Ivar didn’t open it.

Your heart is beating so fast now, it feels like you can’t breathe. You shove the envelope in your bag, grab your charger, and zip it up. Tossing the bag over one shoulder, you grab the jacket on the hook and head for the front door, passing the living room in the process.

“You gonna fuck him? Or will he have to wait?” Roman hisses.

You spin around and charge into the living room,

“You are an asshole!” You say through gritted teeth. ”We’ll talk about this later when you've calmed down.”

Roman stares at you. Ivar sits back and crosses his arms. For the first time, you don’t feel welcome here. You don’t even want to be here.

Turning around, you head to the door, open it, and leave. Letting it slam behind you.

….

This is the longest you’ve gone without talking to the boys, your boys. You didn’t text them, they didn’t text you. You haven’t stepped foot into your second home for 4 whole days, almost 5.

You miss them.

You’re also pissed at them.

You kick yourself for taking the test and regret doing so. At the same time, you don't regret it. Even in the face of the test, you still didn’t get an answer. They just - stared at you like angry children.

Is it wrong you don’t want to “go with the flow” your whole life? Is it wrong to want no one else involved in your special little relationship? Your questions are valid. Upset or not, hurt or not, if they couldn’t give you answers, maybe a little break is needed before any of this is discussed further. After leaving that apartment you shoved the envelope in a drawer and continued to ignore the app.

It’s Thursday night now.

After a couple of hours at the bar with the girls, your frustration leads you to the fancy apartment, three rounds of drinks coursing through your veins.

Standing in front of the door, you knocked a few times, but no one answers. When you pressed your ear against the door, you hear a tv, a game on. Someone is in there.

“Roman! Ivar! Open the door, or I’ll use my key.”

No one answers.

Sighing, you dig in your pocket and retrieve your keys. You flip to the key with a purple sticker and unlock the door.

Once it’s open, you step inside the apartment hallway. It’s long, dim, the only light is coming from down the hall, to the left, where the living room is. You pass the kitchen, it’s semi-illuminated via the moonlight peeking through the window. You can see dishes piled up in the sink, take-out containers, and empty beer bottles.

Walking past the bathroom, you stand in the living room threshold. Ivars on the couch, laying back, playing a video game. It’s loud, most of the lights are off and he’s in his underwear, the couch blanket draped across his legs.

Ivar’s eyes stay glued on the screen for a second longer before he looks at you. He pauses the game and puts the controller down.

“Can we talk?” You ask, nervously shoving your hands in your pockets. The angry courage you had seconds ago is fading.

Ivar stares at you and takes his time responding. “Yeah.”

Taking your one word in, you enter the room fully and sit on the loveseat left of the long couch.

Ivar watches you sit and rolls his shoulders before asking, “Why’d you do it?”

You break eye contact and stare at the floor, “I would have loved to explain the other day. But Roman was being a brat and you just, you checked the fuck out.”

Ivar lifts his chin and crosses his arm, “you dropped a bomb on us.”

You sigh, “what happened the last time I tried to ask you both, seriously, what we are doing?” Your eyes meet his again.

Ivar sits back, arms still crossed, “I remember.”

“Neither of you took it seriously. You made fuck buddy jokes, Both of you.”

“You never got upset before.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, when I was 20, 21 - we’re not in college anymore. We are in our adult lives, Ivar. I’m a more mature version of that girl you saw in the cafe that day. You guys mean so much to me but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I realized I need more. Yes, you are my best friends, yes we have a lot of fun and good times, more good times than bad. But - “ you pause and take a breath, “I want…commitment. Real commitment and not feel silly when I want to talk about this stuff with you guys. Or like I’m killing the mood. I did try to bring all this up and you two brushed me off.”

You stop, trying to read Ivar’s expression. He’s still silent. Still holding your gaze with his intense stare.

“Ivar - I took it because I am frustrated. Because I’m not getting everything I need. My efforts to have an open honest conversation with you two was treated as a joke. So I was pissed and hurt. And angry. Plus, we just got over that two-month rough patch where shit was just - weird, with all of us. Put yourself in my shoes…sure, I should have tried to talk about the test with you all first but I have my reasons. I took it because I needed to know one of two things. Is there someone out there for me who can check all the boxes and if that person is one of you two, or not?”

“If it’s not one of us?” Ivar asked. “Then what?”

You start to reply then pause. As you think over your reply, Ivar’s blue eyes stay fixed on you.

“I have thought about that possibility. A lot actually - I mean, statistically neither of you have taken it right? So if it is one of you, I won’t have a match at all -”

“Who is it then?” Ivar asks before you can finish.

“I don’t - I didn’t open it,” you answer honestly, “I’ve been too afraid to see it.”

The answer seems to surprise Ivar. Readjusting on the couch, he kicks one leg up on the table and uncrosses his arms.

“Well, what are you waiting for. Check.”

He suggests this huge act in his usual calm tone, his unique accent always sounding sweet to your ears. But you can see he’s still upset with you, his walls are up. Even with barely any clothing on, he feels guarded.

The idea of opening the letter, or the app puts a sour taste in your mouth. Dropping your gaze, you break eye contact with Ivar a second time.

“Go ahead. Open it.” Ivar presses on.

“But you didn’t take it - “

“I know that,” he raises his brows as he says your name, “open it.”

Though it was fun downing those drinks, they feel anything but now, settling uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. You glance at Ivar once more before pulling out your phone.

Once the screen is unlocked, you dig up the app and open it. As the main page loads, a chill moves over your body. Your phone feels empty in your hands. Following the prompts, you reach the results scene, mouthing the words as you read them;

“No match at this time.”

5 words. One sentence.

It’s enough to help you breathe easier for the time being. You take a deep cleansing breath, your eyes drift to Ivar’s.

Feeling slightly better, you continue one of your earlier thoughts, “I was planning on telling you guys. I just needed time but Roman found it and freaked out. I wasn’t going to keep it secret and I wasn’t planning on leaving you guys.”

Ivar’s hard gaze starts to soften, he lowers his leg from the table. As he moves his arms to rest on his thighs, you watch his stomach and arm muscles flex. If it wasn’t for the tense situation, you’d be throwing yourself on top of him right now.

It was a treat whenever you found him like this, nearly naked, reclining on the couch, his delicious sculpted body on display. You calm the rising sexual thoughts in your mind and shift back to the more emotional subject at hand. The fact that you’ve been fighting back tears since laying eyes on him helps you temper your desires.

“Test or not, I can’t just…leave you two behind, you both are part of me,” you say softly, speaking in a lower tone, “and if It was some random person, I wasn't going to just run off with them. I would have talked to you guys first.”

Ivar sighs, looks you over, then pats the cushion next to him. You stand and sit beside him, facing him. Ivar leans forward, staring deep into your eyes, and says, “I believe you.”

A smile slowly builds on your lips. You cup his face with your hands. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Lowering your head slightly, you blink away oncoming tears. They weren’t entirely sad ones, you feel relief too. Ivar gently wipes the tears from your cheeks, his eyes never leaving you.

With every passing second, you feel more relaxed, you feel the tension leave your muscles. You didn’t know what you were expecting when you charged over here.

Even with your anger, you were afraid of losing them, especially Ivar.

Roman isn’t the only one with a temper, Ivar has one too. Ivar could hold epic grudges. In a way, his anger is the worst. Roman's anger is hot, fast, and explosive; like lightning, firecrackers, or a storm. Even if it lingered, it didn’t go bone-deep for Roman. But Ivar, Ivar’s is like poisonous roots of a tree, seeping down into the soil, to the foundations of the earth and gripping the very core with a death grip.

In your mind, you figured all of you would be upset for a bit but you’d mend fences with Roman first. Then, hopefully in this century, Ivar. So, it’s a nice surprise he’s being so gentle with you, so understanding. He hasn’t raised his voice at all, not once. Unlike Roman. As soon as your other love returns to your mind, you feel sadness and a sense of loss.

At least, you try to remind yourself, Ivar believes you. You still have Ivar.

As Ivar’s eyes move over your face, the remaining stress in your body melts away. Thoughts of Roman drift to the background as you focus on Ivar. The way he looks at you still takes your breath away, you find yourself under his spell in seconds.

Your gaze falls to his lips as he smiles at you and says, “I'm sorry," he pauses, "I love you.”

When your eyes meet him again, Ivar grins and draws you closer with his steamy gaze. You find your body inching forward, same as his. When Ivar rests his right hand on the side of your neck and gently yet firmly holds it, an intense warmth moves through your body, your cheeks grow hot. Desire floods in, taking hold of you as his lips meet yours in a kiss.

Ivar’s kisses always leave you breathless, and this one is extra special. Maybe because you’ve been apart for 5 days, or maybe because he was afraid of losing you too - Ivar spells you with his lips, his touch, the way his hands move over your body. As the kiss intensifies, you feel your hearts reconnecting; you feel the broken connecting mending, becoming stronger than before.

When the heated kiss breaks, you and Ivar stay close, holding each other as you catch your breath. Stimulated and breathless, you run your hands up and down his arms while gazing lustfully at his beautiful face, “I love you too Ivar.”

The way Ivar’s eyes light up at your words makes you smile and before you know it, he’s kissing you again, pulling your body beneath his on the couch. The second kiss leads to an ever-heavier make-out on the couch. Your hands explore each other bodies as you lose yourselves to passion.

With emotions high, and the two of you longing for each other, Ivar wastes no time taking you back to his bedroom. Being with Ivar again, though it’s only been 5 days, feels like the first time. It feels like a cure for your sad heart, it feels like heaven.

Ivar is the perfect blend of rough and sweet with you, with your body. From the very start, he’s always been an intuitive lover and he worked your body and awakened all your spots like no one else could. In his large soft but firm bed, your body pressed beneath his, you happily and excitedly give yourself to him.

Ivar’s kiss, his touch, the way he fills you - it's like a drug, you’re utterly and completely intoxicated by him. As you look up at him, your hips moving together, you can barely believe this is real, that Ivar is real. Ivar feels the same way.

He has to remind himself to go slow, to take his time, to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. But he slips, speeding up, going harder, it's impossible not to when you feel the way you feel, smell the way you smell, when you look at him with those eyes - the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen.

To Ivar, you are perfect, a goddess, a dream come to life. Clothed or unclothed you are a work of art and he needs you to know it, to believe it, to feel it. Ivar tells you with his kiss, his hands, his lips, by the way, he fucks you and looks you in the eye. Each purr, each moan, each breath that leaves your perfect lips makes him fall harder for you, makes him love you more than he already does. Your name is signed on his heart, now and forever.

Needing more of you, needing to be deeper inside of you, Ivar changes positions, guiding you where he wants you. The moan that leaves your lips is sweet music to your ears.

He loves you

He's sorry

He should have listened

He loves you

He loves everything you do

He loves every sound and word that leaves your lips

Ivar already has your heart, you already love him and when you fall asleep in his arms, your bodies warm, sweaty, and buzzing with euphoric bliss, you love him even more.

…

When you wake next, the room is pitch black except for the moonlight streaming through the window. You let your eyes settle in the dim room before crawling out of bed.

Though Ivar’s room has a half-bathroom, you don’t use it, you don’t want to wake him. He’s sleeping peacefully, so you decide to quietly leave the room and use the one in the hall, closer to your room.

Roman found this apartment first, he chose it for the view, which to be fair is fucking amazing, and he liked that it’s the deluxe top-floor apartment of the building. Roman loved feeling like a king and this ridiculous apartment gave off that vibe.

Naturally, Roman took the gigantic master bedroom and its attached full bathroom for himself. Ivar was living with his brothers Hvitserk and Ubbe at the time, then moved here, taking the 2nd largest room. When negotiating one of the rooms as his studio, Ivar used the whole “you have a full bathroom I don't" thing in his favor.

Your room is the smallest of the three (well, it's not that small really) and doesn't have a bathroom, but you didn’t mind. It was nice having your own cozy nook here, even if it was small. Besides, most of the time you were sleeping in either Ivars or Romans bed anyway or falling asleep on that massive wrap-around couch they have in the living room.

Thinking about both guys, you finish up in the bathroom and consider peaking into Roman's room. Letting curiosity take over, you do so quietly and find it empty, he wasn’t there.

Your heart sinks a little. Where is Roman? And was he coming home? He hated to guess what a sad angry Roman could be up to; he was the most self-destructive of the two. He was better with you two in his life, less reckless but who could say he wasn’t doing something stupid right now.

Closing the door quietly, you return to Ivars' room and climb into bed. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body close to his. In no time you fall asleep again in his arms.

…

3 Days Later

Finishing up at work, you put the last of your things in your bag. One of your coworkers peeks her head into the room,

“Hey I meant to tell you, your boyfriend was hanging around but didn’t come in.”

You crook a brow and look back at her.

She laughs, “oh, yeah, I should clarify, the really tall one who likes to wear black….Roman.” She smiles at you.

“When was that?”

“About an hour ago, sorry I got swamped and thought you may have seen him yourself.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“No problem…” she lingers in the doorway, “what's the secret? I wish someone could tell me they saw my boyfriend out front and I could ask, which one.” She chuckles.

“None of it was planned, I can tell you that.” You respond, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Normally you would laugh at something like this too, but only one-half of you was happy right now.

You still haven’t spoken to Roman. You gave in and texted, then called, and got nothing in return. Just dead silence. Top-tier cold shoulder treatment. So right now you can’t find it in you to laugh about it with her.

You’ve mostly been at the boy's apartment, a mix of making up with Ivar and hoping to see Roman walk through the front door. But he still hasn’t come home and is ignoring Ivar’s texts too.

In the back of your mind, you feared, for a fleeting moment, Roman was in trouble somewhere. He did drive fast when he was upset and got in the habit of getting in fights when he had steam to blow off. Maybe he pissed off the wrong person? Or got a DUI?

It was one of the reasons you were late to work today, you were looking up arrest records and news reports, hoping to not find his name. Ivar did try to calm you, he had a valid point, if Roman Godfrey got in trouble it would A, be all over the place, public news or B Oliva would get him out of it in 5 seconds and he would have come home. Ivar guessed Roman was out self-medicating and would come home in a day or so.

Hearing Roman was outside like a stalker instead of responding to your texts was pretty on character for him. It also confirmed Ivar’s suspicions were right. By the time you say your goodbyes and head outside, Roman is nowhere in sight, not his very loud, very ‘Roman’ car. This likely means Roman is finally back at home.

Instead of going 20 minutes south back to your place, you head to the guy's apartment. On the elevator ride up, you stare at your phone. The Soulmate service has been sending you emails, but you don’t open them. You swipe and delete, just like you have with the other ones.

You decided to not worry about that right now. You wanted to fix things with Roman before anything else could happen. The last few days with Ivar have been great, but it still feels like your other half is missing, you need Roman too, you want Roman too.

Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you get off on the last floor and walk to the door. Taking a deep breath, you lift the key and slip it into the lock. Before you can turn the key, the door swings open, nearly taking you with it.

“Look who it is.” Roman hisses, he crosses his arms, blocking the doorway.

“Roman.” You regain your footing and look up at him.

He frowns, “how's your new boyfriend? Is he good fuck? Better than us?”

Cursing under your breath, you throw your hands in the air, “Roman please, can you just stop? I don't want to fight with you!”

You and Roman lock eyes, staring each other down. Roman takes a step back first, then shrugs. “You're the one keeping secrets.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, take a breath, then push your way inside, knocking past him as you do.

“What the shit?”

“I need this cleared up, now. I don’t care if you’re in a bad mood, hungover, still drunk whatever. Just sit down, shut up, and listen.” You toss your bag on the floor.

Roman’s brows come together as he watches you. He closes the door and walks past you, then sits on the couch. The expression he’s wearing now is like a little kid who just got yelled at.

“What were you doing at my job?” You ask hands on your hips.

Roman reclines back, a defiant look in his eyes. “ I can go anywhere I want.”

“You’re such a fucking brat.” You stay stern, rooted in place. You and he are having this talk now, whether he likes it or not.

Roman breaks eye contact first and digs in his pocket for his cigarettes. Just as he’s about to pull it out, and you’re using every ounce of control you have to not go off on him just yet, he grabs his phone as it makes a sound.

“Can you put that way for a bit, we need to talk Roman.” You sit on the couch a few inches away from him.

Roman’s green eyes meet yours briefly before he looks at the phone again. He’s sulking. He’s still very pissed. Annoyed. you watch as he swipes something open and his eyes grow wide at what he’s seeing.

“What?” you ask curiously.

“Shit, I fucking matched.” He lowers the phone, bringing his eyes to yours.

“What?” You ask again, not sure you heard what you heard.

Roman rubs the back of his neck, his eye darting to the phone, then to you again, “I took the stupid test today...” he trails off, watching the emotion in your eyes, “I was so mad at you I -”

You break eye contact and looks down at the phone in his hands. Sadness washes over you.

What kind of pandora's box did you open by taking this fucking thing?

You wish you never took it.

You hate that commercial.

You want to erase it from your memory.

Now Roman would be gone forever, your Roman.

You feel your spirit, your sense of hope, your assertive energy you walked in here with all melting away. Clearing your throat, you stand up and move away from Roman.

“I’ll leave you to that then.” You barely get the words out, your throat feels dry. A numbness starts to mix with the sadness, slowly reducing it until you no longer know how you feel.

Roman lowers the phone, confusion on his face as he watches you walk away. When he calls your name, you stop and look back at him.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” You say.

Roman stands too, “I only took the stupid thing because…” he pauses, thinking about something, “did you look, who is it?”

“I don’t have a match.” You say the words are ever sadder out loud than in your head. You feel your shoulders curving forward like your body is making itself smaller.

“Shit, I’m sorry, fuck,” he scales the distance between you in no time with his long legs and cups your left cheek with his free hand. His eyes search yours.

You shrug, pretending not to care, “it’s fine.”

“Hey, “ Roman whispers your name so tenderly you feel your chest expand, “don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. It’s fine. It’s not the end of the world.”

Roman shakes his head, “ you know what, fuck this stupid test, the whole thing is - fuck it, I’ll delete it right now - “ Roman swipes at the phone with one hand, while caressing your cheek with the other.

When his eyes drop to the phone, he mutters under his breath and goes still. He opened the results instead of deleting them.

Not wanting to see who this person is, you take a step back and divert your eyes.

“I took it, I won’t rob you of knowing so just - look, it’s okay.” You cross your arms, fixing your eyes on a painting on the wall.

When you hear nothing but silence, you bring your eyes back to Roman who is staring at you.

“Don’t be a brat, come here.” He grins and presents the phone.

“No, I don’t want to see it.” You wave your hand in the air before you.

Roman walks over to you, “just look at the godamn phone will you.” He shoves it closer and you grab it reluctantly.

Even when the phone is in your hands, your eyes stay locked on Romans. He urges you once more to look at the phone.

“Fine.” You drop your gaze and read the email, your eyes freeze on the name. The phone nearly slips out of your hand, Roman catches it.

When you look at him again, his smile fades, “you wish it was Ivar?”

“Why would you say that?” You ask, still processing what you saw.

Roman starts to make a joke, then stops. He radiated confidence and to those who didn't know him, they would never guess how insecure he actually is. He had his moment, and this is one of them.

“Hey, look at me,” you grab his arm, his eyes meet yours, “listen to me closely okay, don’t say shit like that.”

Roman just nods, but you can tell he’s still feeling doubtful.

You pull out your phone and find the deleted emails, quickly opening one you see you have a match. You open the email and hold it up to Roman's face.

“Do you see that?” You point at the name and photo, his name, his face. Then at his phone where your name and photo appear.

Roman forces a smile, “so, you’re not… disappointed it’s me?”

You shove your phone back in your pocket with a sigh and drag Roman over to the couch. Once you are both sitting, you hold his hands in yours.

“I know you and I have more fights than me and Ivar. And you know there are things you do that I don’t - agree with but it does not, at all make me love you less. I love you, and I love Ivar. You are part of me, same as he. I feared not seeing either of you as my match, that scared me the most. I don’t want some stranger or some new person.”

Roman relaxes as you speak, you can see a light returning to his eyes.

“I’m not leaving you, I wasn't secretly planning to break up with you. You just didn’t give me a chance to speak, to explain. I love you so much but you have to do better, okay? We need to be able to talk about things without you freaking out.”

Roman nods, hearing everything you are saying. Roman wraps his arms around you, holding you tight in his arms. He takes a deep savoring breath and buries his head in the nook of your neck.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers against your skin. You rub his back and close your eyes. You missed him, you missed his scent, the way he feels.

The two of you sit there quietly, just holding each other and breathing. There's so much to say, you two have so much to talk about but right now it just feels so good to be held by him, and hold him back.

Roman moves first, leaning back so he can look at you, “ I miss you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Roman.”

Roman smiles wide, it reaches his eyes. You missed that face, the look of happiness illuminating his handsome features. Roman strokes your cheek as he inches closer. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your eyes locked on his.

You watch as Roman stares at your lips, strands of his hair fall into his face, and you gently smooth them back. Roman's eyes close at your touch, he loved when you touched his hair. He would often lay in your lap and request it.

You feel butterflies in your stomach as your foreheads and noses touch. A tingly feeling moves over your body. Roman locks eyes with you again while grabbing your hips, he pulls your body closer to his until you’re nearly in his lap.

“I was afraid - “ he starts, stops, then starts again, “I was afraid I lost you.”

“You didn’t lose me,” you brush your lips against his, “I’m right here Rom-”

Before you can say his name, Roman's lips meet yours. You move your hand to his shoulders as the kiss deepens. The taste of his lips mixed with his scent and his hands on your body is dizzying. You feel a tingle down your spine mixed with nervous excitement.

As you kiss, you feel love blossom in your body, you feel the threads of your heart repair themselves. Roman wasn’t an easy man to love, but you do, you love him completely, endlessly, fully. You heard once that some soul mate connections weren't easy, maybe there’s some truth in that.

As you part for air, Roman stands and offers you his hand. He walks you back to his bedroom, body pressed against yours as he plants kisses on your neck, the sides of your face, and on your shoulders.

The moment you step foot in his bedroom, you’re kissing again and pulling clothes off each other. When your naked bodies meet the mattress, Roman takes his time tasting you, worshipping you, devouring you.

He makes sure he leaves no part of you neglected, no area of skin devoid of kisses - everything disappears as you lock your legs around him, his cock deep inside of you, his perfect thrusts sending you closer and closer to your peak.

As your bodies move as one, in a rhythmic sensual dance, Roman whispers praise against your hot skin and declare his love for you in between heated kisses. Each time you pull his hair and run your nails down his back he groans, losing himself further in you.

The sweet release comes as reach your apex of desire. Roman continues to fuck you through it until he comes. Catching your breath, the two of you lay still, savoring the wave of ecstatic pleasure as he moves through your bodies.

Roman gazes at you with heavy lids. He needs you. He loves you. He's going to try his best to be better, for you.

…

Your body is utterly but blissfully exhausted, you rest your head on Roman’s naked chest and drape your arm across his body. You feel him hum contently under you.

Roman skims his fingertips over your skin, following the length of your arm. Under the tangled sheet your legs are wrapped around each other. You don’t know how long you’ve been in this room, or how much sex you’ve had at this point, you just know that this is exactly where you want to be.

“In the beginning,” as Roman starts speaking, you lift yourself so you can see his face, “ I did see other people, sometimes, not a lot. But over the years it’s just been you, “ his eyes are clear, honest, “I only want you - since you have Ivar too I thought maybe I’m not enough so I tried seeing other people. I can't. They’re not you.”

Touched by his confession, you move up his chest to get closer to his face, and you plant a kiss on his lips, “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t tell you, I should have told you. I guess the jokes were my way of…dealing with it. I know I fuck up, I fuck up a lot. I’m sorry. I’m trying. I’ll keep trying to do better.”

“Good,” you and kiss his lips again, “ I believe in you. I know you can. Since I’ve known you, you have grown as a person, I’m really fucking proud of you Roman.”

He smiles and touches your face, his other hands still lingering on your ass under the cover. He loved praise, he lit up each time.

“We gotta tell Ivar.” A worried look flashed on his face.

“I know, we will. The sooner the better, I think. Tonight?”

Roman nods and shifts his head on the pillow, his eyes still on yours. Your mind starts to drift as you think about Ivar. It feels like one big problem was just resolved but now you had to tell Ivar about the test, about Roman being your match. It would crush him, even if he denied it or joked about it. You didn’t want to hurt him, you didn’t want to hurt any of them.

“I’ll just go out there and tell him I win. End of conversation.” Roman boasts with a grin.

“Are you crazy, he’ll stab you. Or throw a knife at you,” You were joking, half-joking. But you also know Roman loves Ivar, they joked around a lot and gave each other shit, but still, Roman wouldn’t want to hurt Ivar either. He was a lonely rich kid with no real friends before Ivar. Roman is just as attached to their little triangle as you are.

You continue, “we talk to him at the same time, and give him all the space he needs to digest it all. Yeah? And make it clear that I’m not going anywhere, you either. It’s the three of us, just as it's always been, just… a better version.”

Roman grins, “sorry I was distracted by your perfect tits. What was that?”

“Oh god,” you roll over on your back and laugh.

“No, I was actually listening though, and looking at your tits, “ Roman lays on his side too, his eyes full of adoration as he studies you, “it’s a plan.”

As you start to rise, Roman pulls you back to bed.

“I want more cuddles.” He demands.

“Okay, you can have all the cuddles you want.” You melt against him and close your eyes.

After a few minutes, he speaks again, “you know you don’t have to work that job. I’ll take care of you. I mean it. Anything you want. You don’t have to work again.”

“I don’t want to be a kept woman,” You run your fingers through his hair, “but thank you for the offer.”

“No don't think of it like that. Let me take care of you. I’ll do it. Ivar too. Between the both of us, you’ll have anything you ever need.” Roman rests his head against your chest. “Think about it.”

…

When the two of you finally leave the room, Ivar still isn't home. After checking the fridge, you settle on take-out. Since Roman needs more cigarettes, he offers to pick them up and get his smokes at the same time.

After Roman leaves, you sit on the couch and look for a movie to watch. When the door opens again, you lower the remote,

“That was fast.”

Ivar comes into the room and you feel your heart sink, it must show on your face because the way he looks at you changes from excitement to confusion. Ivar’s observant, he’s always been and you know he knows something is wrong.

He drops his gym bag on the floor and walks over to you.

“What is it?”

You sit up and frantically search for anything to say in your mind, anything but the test.

As Ivar sits next to you, you crumble under his gaze and spill the beans, you spill everything telling him about the test and Roman being your match. You’ve never talked so fast in your life and when the last words leave your lips you don’t feel lighter or relieved, you feel worried, and scared.

Ivar reclines back, his eyes focusing on the tv absentmindedly.

“Ivar, say something.”

He smirks, but nothing about it is warm, “something.”

“Ivar, don’t shut down on me, please,” you grab his face, making him look at you, “I know taking the test started a lot of shit but I can’t take that back now. All we can do is move forward okay. You know how much I love you, love isn’t even a big enough word. I’m not going anywhere. You still have me, I still have you.”

He takes a slow breath, eyes locked on yours.

“You, me, Roman. That’s all I want. It’s the three of us, and no one else. If you want that too, if you are okay with that, then let’s just move past this test okay and go back to our normal.”

Ivar presses his lips together in a tight line, and his jaw tightens. You can tell he’s battling with himself. Part of him is upset and jealous. The other part is okay with all this and happy to move forward.

“The three of us, “ you repeat softly, “the test gives you one person, yeah? Well the way I see it, and their research out there to back this up, a person has more than one soul mate so the test, in a way is only half the story. I have two soul mates, I know it, you and Roman. I don’t need a test to tell me that.”

Ivar smiles. He caresses the side of your arm.

You move closer to him, “tell me what you want, Ivar. Please?”

Ivar takes a moment to think.

He loves you.

He loves you more than he ever thought he could love a woman

Before you, Ivar didn’t think he could fall in love or have a relationship, but you changed all that. In fact, Ivar fell for you hard and fast and stopped seeing anyone else within the first year.

You made Ivar better, whole, you softened him up in good ways. You made him realize aspects of life he was missing and now can’t live without.

Learning to share you wasn’t easy for him, but one day it clicked and it just - worked. Ivar made a choice years ago that he would rather share you than lose you, and now, as he stares into your eyes and feels your soft hand against his skin he knows his mind remains unchanged.

Ivar suddenly pulls you beneath him on the couch and litters kisses on your neck and face.

“You’re not getting rid of me that fast.” He smiles against your skin before planting another kiss.

“Good, “ you wrap your legs around him and rub his back, you can feel the sweat under this shirt, “you are very wet and stinky.”

“And you smell like hot sweaty sex, so we’re even, “ he sits up, still pinning you beneath him, “well, almost. Romans had you all day, you’re mine tonight.”

Turned on by his words, you grab his collar and pull him down into a kiss. The front door opens and closes. Caring a bag of food, Roman peaks inside of the living room and laughs, finding you and Ivar making out on the couch.

“I guess the talk went well.”

Ivar breaks away, looking at his friend, “very. I know about the test. It’s cool. But she’s mine tonight, and tomorrow. And the day after." You quirk a brow as you listen to Ivar.

Roman chuckles, “we’ll see about that” he winks at you and heads to the kitchen.

Ivar stands and helps you off the couch, “ come on let's eat.”

“I’m starving.” You wrap your arms around him, walking behind him to the kitchen.

Over dinner any tension is gone, the three of you talk and laugh. Ivar and Roman make jokes and take verbal jabs at each other. It’s perfect, it's just as it should be. You feel happy. You feel at peace.

After dinner, the three of you watch a movie on the couch. You take turns cuddling with each of them during the movie, with stolen kisses in between scenes. After dinner, Ivar takes you into the bathroom where you share a very steamy shower before settling in his room for the night.

You fall asleep like a baby that night and look forward to tomorrow and the rest of your life with the two men you love.

...

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Vantalaður Ást

Ivar Lothbrok Hvitserk Lothbrok x F!Reader

Chapter 16 - Chapter 17.

A/N: So I wrote a little blurb about how I was sorry this had taken so long, but tumblr deleted my first draft and I legit don’t give a fuck anymore 🤣 blah blah @kaybee87 this is for you 😘

Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, p in v (wrap it up irl.) alcohol, weddings, addiction mentions, pregnancy mention (not reader), the boys being boys.

Word Count: 7.9k+

Tagging: @ivarisms @majesticwren @a-bang-for-your-bucky @youbloodymadgenius @istorkyou @smears-and-spots @bulmabhadie @southernbe @ironynoticony @xceafh

Your boots were muffled on the plush carpet as you strode down the corridor. The boys had the biggest suite in the hotel, three bedrooms and a living area as well. Hvitserk had told you all about it and sent you pictures, it looked lovely. They were out last night getting rip-roaringly drunk and you had to mute your phone at one point because Hvitserk was blowing up your notifications and the girls were getting curious.

Pulling out the key card you slipped it quietly into the door, letting the light turn green before carefully stepping inside. It was dimly lit, a lamp on a small table casting a faint glow into the small hallway area before it spread into the room itself. Smiling, you crouched down and gently touched the sleeping form that was resting against the wall. He stirred, his eyes opening and when he saw it was you a wide, sleepy smile split his face.

“Elsku dúllan mín,” he whispered, reaching for your face to pull you to him. Recoiling slightly, your nose scrunched up at the smell of him.

“Jesus, Hvitserk. You smell like a bar!”

“I didn’t want to miss you arriving,” he said with a needy tone that made you smile and lean into him. His lips were so welcoming and you exhaled softly against him. You had been apart for a few days before the wedding and you had missed him.

“Why are you on the floor, Hvitserk?”

“I knew what time you were coming, I moved out here so I could kiss you before anyone saw.” Leaning forward you rewarded him with another, mind bendingly, tender kiss. Your fingertips ghosted over the side of his face and his hand fisted in your top.

“We should stop,” you breathed, keeping your eyes closed because you didn’t want this moment to end.

“Don’t worry. No one will see us,” his gaze dropping to your lips once more before he kissed you harder this time. A tiny moan of desperation leaving you, his arms pulling you off your feet and into him.

“Hvitserk?” A voice called. You don’t even remember getting up. But by the time Ivar had rounded the corner you were standing, hitching the strap of your bag higher onto your shoulder while Hvitserk smirked on the floor. Elbows on his raised knees and a thumb swiping along his lips like he could still taste you. Ivar glanced between you both but his expression was impassive, leaning heavily on his cane. You made a note to make sure his meds were in his pocket before you left.

“What are you doing on the floor, huh?”

“Resting,” replied Hvitserk. “Still recovering from last night, brother.”

“You absolutely stink,” you commented and he sniggered lightly.

“I’m going for a shower now,” he jumped up towering over you as he stretched, his back to Ivar he gave you that puppy dog grin as your eyes locked. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“Fat chance,” you retorted. Placing your hands on his hips you shimmied past him in the small space, highly aware of how close he was and hoping Ivar wasn’t reading too much into this. “You ready?” You asked the youngest Lothbrok, trying to dispel the breathlessness from your tone.

“More than the rest,” he answered, glaring at his brother who you could just tell was still smirking even as he sauntered back to his room. You followed Ivar into the living area, seeing a mini bar against one wall and Ivar perched on a stool there. You emptied your bag onto the bar surface, scattering bands, combs, hair wax and gel. You concentrated on setting everything up as Ivar watched. His blue eyes were focussed when you dared to glance at him, his head resting in the palm of his hand and hair framing his handsome face. You wanted to say something, anything to break the tension that had collected between you.

“Was last night fun?” He stirred, breaking out of his reverie at the sound of your voice. His piercing gaze slid to you and for a minute you wondered if he knew the secret you bore. You always felt like Ivar could read you, better than even Hvitserk. Especially with the way he noticed even the smallest details about someone.

“It was what you would expect for a night out with my brothers.” You grinned fondly as memories surfaced.

“It’s been a while since I joined you all.” Ivar shrugged and sat up straight as you came round behind him.

“Hvitserk wouldn’t stop talking about you.” You didn’t miss the light hearted, yet probing tone of Ivar’s voice. Your hands didn’t falter though and you raked the comb through his soft strands without missing a beat.

“We’ve spent a lot of time together the last few months,” you finally responded and Ivar scoffed, his fist closed firmly around the handle on his cane.

“Uh huh.” He didn’t say anything else because Ubbe appeared from around the corner. He squinted at you and then threw himself onto a sofa with a groan.

“What time is it?” He rasped, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Struggling, brother?” You tugged on Ivar’s hair in warning and he sighed heavily.

“How are you….functioning?” Ubbe asked Ivar as he hung over the arm of the sofa watching you do his youngest brother's hair.

“I was sensible. And I knew we had to be up early. I didn’t get so drunk I acted like an idiot all night long either.”

“No. You don’t need alcohol for that Ivar,” Sigurd announced his arrival with that comment, making Ivar turn his head and you dropped the braid.

“Stay still!” You hissed, forcing his head back round. “No arguing today. This is Björn’s big day and if I so much as sniff the pair of you taking chunks out of each other, I will personally march you from the wedding myself.” You jabbed the comb in Sigurd’s direction and he held up his hands to show he surrendered. “You too,” you stated, poking Ivar in the shoulder and making him curse softly.

“She’s right,” Ubbe mumbled. “No fighting.”

“Did I hear my litla systir?” You let Björn hug you from behind, wrapping you in one of his famous snuggly bear hugs. He leaned on your shoulder, squeezing you hard round the middle before releasing you.

“Nervous, brother bear?”

“Nah. Should I be?” He asked quickly and you shook your head.

“They were all still asleep when I left this morning but the excitement is popping.” You finished off Ivar’s hair, tying the last braid and resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re done. Sigurd?” Applying some wax to your hands you scrunched his curls before segmenting out some strands at the side and began to braid them close behind his ear. “What am I doing with yours, Björn?”

“Just redoing the braids.”

“What about me?” You glanced up only to feel a flame in your face at the sight of Hvitserk fresh from his shower. He still had droplets of water settling like diamonds on his skin. His tattoo that you had traced with your fingers while he told you about it, rippled as he poured himself some water for the small sink behind the bar. He leaned easily against the counter, the towel slung dangerously low and it was all you could do to keep your eyes trained on Sigurd’s braids.

“Put some fucking clothes on!” Sigurd grabbed a handful of your bands and threw them at Hvitserk.

“Hey! I need those!”

“I’ve got them, sæta.” Peering over the bar you saw Hvitserk give you a wink when he was ducked down and you rolled your eyes, grateful that Sigurd had broken the moment for you. Prodding the blonde Lothbrok in the shoulder, you were satisfied when he flinched and swore.

“Don’t mess with me today, Sigurd.” Finally you finished both sides and stepped back to admire your handy work. “Do you…?”

“No I’m done,” he said as he slipped off the stool.

“I’m next!” Demanded Hvitserk who still hadn’t got dressed. This was going to be a struggle. The others slowly filtered away to get changed and soon you were left alone with him. His hazel eyes looked around as you tilted his head to the side. You jolted slightly when he slipped a hand down your legs, digging his fingertips into your thigh and you inhaled sharply before slapping him with the flat of the comb.

“Ouch, kærasta!”

“Don’t distract me!” You whispered.

“I can’t help myself.” His leg jigged in irritation and he crossed his arms across his chest. “I just want to tell everyone how I feel. How we feel.”

“I know. Soon, ok?” You breathed, combing half of his hair out of the way. “Let Björn and Kat have their day.”

“But then we’re…” he trailed off as Ivar thumped into view.

“Oh wow look at you!” It spilled from you a little too brightly but he did look amazing. Kat had picked out black suits with a deep red waistcoat under the jacket, over a black shirt. Without thinking you stepped around Hvitserk and reached to adjust Ivar’s collar. He tipped his head forward and you slipped your fingers round, smoothing it all down only to be struck by how sad his gaze was when it locked with yours. “You ok?”

“Are you finishing my hair? I want to get ready.” You looked over your shoulder to glower at Hvitserk but he just bit his bottom lip as he watched you and Ivar. His leg was still going and his arms tightened slightly across his chest, bunching up his muscles.

“Shut up, Hvitserk,” Ivar snapped.

“Make me. Brother.”

“Oh children! Do I have to give you two the same threat I gave Ivar and Sigurd? No fucking fighting!” You made a point of glaring at Hvitserk but he avoided your gaze, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Seems someone is the common denominator there,” muttered Hvitserk and you cracked him on the shoulder. The slap sounded worse than it was but he still flinched, you had no doubt Ivar was looking smug behind you.

“Pack it in. Now let me finish your hair and I’ll gush over how handsome you look too, Mr What About Me.” Not much else was said as you swiftly braided Hvitserk’s hair, his arms not shifting from his defensive position.

You gave each brother the same attention you’d given Ivar, except Björn. When you saw him you nearly sobbed, letting him drag you into an all encompassing bear hug before he sent you packing back to the girls.

You took a moment before you left, watching them preening amongst themselves as Ubbe poured some mead for them all. You went to leave when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“You’ve got time,” muttered Björn, holding out a glass for you.

“Surely this is a brother thing,” you assumed.

“It’s a family thing,” Ubbe spoke up. Dumping your bag beside the sofa you reluctantly took the glass, Björn wrapping his arm around and pulling you into him.

“Who’d have thought I’d be the first one to get married,” he started and you all scoffed in amusement.

“You’re the only one in a steady enough relationship,” Ivar pointed out. “I’d say it was pretty obvious.” Hvitserk groaned and nudged his brother as you glared at him from under Björn’s embrace.

“To our oldest brother,” Ubbe raised his glass and looked around the group. “May he pave the way for the rest of us.”

“Here, here!” You cheered, knocking your glass into the rest and you all chugged the mead quickly. You gave up after a few gulps knowing there was wine waiting for you. “Don’t spill any!” You cried as they tipped their heads back, Hvitserk gasping in satisfaction when he finished first, a proud smile splitting his face.

“Still the fastest chugger,” he announced.

“That’s what she said,” muttered Sigurd and they all descended into snorts of laughter.

“I’ve got to go! Have fun boys, for the love of the gods don’t drink much more! Don’t mark your suits and be on fucking time!” You stressed urgently.

“Don’t worry astvinur,” Ubbe said as he wrapped an arm around Björn and gestured with the hand still clutching his glass tankard. “After you I’m the most sensible one here.” You smiled, shaking your head and made your way to the door.

“Hey!” You paused, watching Hvitserk approach, feeling the butterflies in your stomach as you looked him over, appreciating his suit. “Checking me out, huh sæta?”

“Maybe,” you admitted quietly.

“I can’t wait to see you in your dress.” As he spoke he leaned against the half shut door, his fingers curling over yours and his hazel eyes dragging up and down your form. He sucked in his bottom lip, such a simple motion had such a devastating effect on you it was all you could do to keep your composure.

“Kiss me,” you whispered boldly. His gaze flared, followed by a swift cocky upturn to his lips before he was snatching the breath from your body.

“I don’t want to stop…” he mumbled against your mouth, a hand coming up to cup the side of your face and you groaned. Coming to your senses, you pushed him away. Gently touching your lips as you adjusted the bag strap on your shoulder.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Not soon enough,” he grumbled good naturedly. The door didn’t close and you knew he was watching you walk away so you sashayed before breaking down in giggles. The door finally closed and you sighed, thinking he’d gone but instead he grabbed your arm and spun you round just as you turned the corner in the corridor. Both hands came up to cradle your face as he gave you a deep, needy kiss which made your head spin. Your lungs ached because you forgot to breathe and the butterflies in your stomach started doing somersaults.

“Go now or I’ll never let you leave,” he groaned. Biting your lip you smiled.

“I’m going.”

“Hvitserk? You out here?” Ubbe shouted into the hallway.

“Shit, yeah I’m coming!” He called, sauntering round the corner and you leaned against the wall, fanning yourself. You had to get a grip but today was going to be so terribly difficult.

You left the main hotel building, walking purposely back towards the Bride’s cottage that you’d left everyone else in. Music was going, Lagertha was pouring wine and she cheered loudly when you entered. Kat was sitting at the dresser having her makeup done, Alex was dancing with Hali, making the boy throw his head back with laughter.

Before you’d even put your bag down, you were almost knocked over by Asa as she wrapped her little arms around you.

“How is frændi Hvitserk?” She whispered. Her eyes were wide and you got down on her level. Ever since they’d been told about Hvitserk and his “illness,” she had made all these scenarios up in her mind and you were the only one who could put her mind at ease.

“I’ve just seen him,” you whispered. “And he told me, he cannot wait to see his very favourite frænka.” You let her digest that information for a moment and she rewarded you with a beaming smile.

“He did?” She gasped. “Will he look at my pretty dress?” She stepped back and did a twirl in the rich red dress that matched the brothers. The layers flared out creating such a beautiful image for the briefest of moments you almost felt broody. She was gorgeous, and one of your favourite people on this planet. When she stopped you straightened her straps, gently brushing her hair off her shoulder and gave her a smile.

“He is going to love your dress. Shall I get in mine?” Without a word she grabbed your hand, barely giving you time to wave at Kat who was beginning to look nervous before you were dragged into the other room.

She chatted to you the whole time, bringing you up to speed on Torvi who you’d just missed; her little legs swinging on the chair while she waited for you to reappear. The dress was perfect, long floaty material that hid all the sins of your body and a matching shade to Asa’s. The sleeves were off the shoulder, leaving straps to hold it up, blooms of lace plunging down, but not indecently. Thankfully Kat had also got you all some white faux fur pashminas to cover your shoulders. Already you knew though, some dancing, some shots and you wouldn't be feeling the cold anymore.

You joined the others, Asa letting go of your hand and running to join Lagertha on the sofa while she watched you all get ready. Kat was standing nervously to the side and you scowled at her.

“Stop chewing!” You scolded softly.

“I know but I’m so nervous!” She breathed. “How did he seem?” You sat in the chair and let the makeup artist start on you.

“Björn is stupidly excited,” you nearly made a joke about them celebrating so hard they might be late; but from the look of her that would be a very ill timed joke. “They’re all so happy for him.”

“No horror stories from last night?”

“Nope. They got drunk, probably danced until Ivar ruined their fun…haven’t you got a dress to put on?” You asked, making her jump up. Luckily Lagertha and Asa distracted Kat and disappeared with her to get changed.

Finally you were all done, standing there with your beautiful flowers, make up and hair done and a sense of anticipation filled the cottage when Lagertha asked if you were all ready to see.

She opened the doors and a collective gasp spilled from you and Alex as Kat stepped into the room.

Her dress was exquisite, the top half made of lined lace, hugging her body and covering her arms in patterns of flowers and leaves. The middle band was a matching shade of red, gems glinting in the light when she moved, the skirt of her dress flowing elegantly round her legs.

“Well?” She squeaked. You were lost for words, tears threatening to ruin all the hard work of the makeup artist so when Hali stepped forward first you let out a little shaky breath.

“I think you look beautiful,” he said earnestly. “Can I walk you down the aisle?” Alex blew out a breath and you knew she was trying not to cry as much as you were.

“Yes, Hali. Of course you can.” You all fussed around the bride, adjusting her veil and laying out the train of her dress before lining up.

They were getting married just behind the cottage to a backdrop of mountains and snow and then the wedding party would move to the marquee to eat and dance. This wedding had been pulled together quickly but it had all slotted into place perfectly and you were bursting with pride that your biggest brother bear was finally getting married.

Björn wasn’t late. All the brothers were stood at the altar, looking impeccable but your gaze softened at the sight of Hvitserk. Imagining this is what it would be like to get married to him. Marriage was not something you’d really put a lot of thought into but now you had that…that someone. This desire was foreign and you weren’t entirely sure what to do with it. Concentrating on the ceremony you hoped your thoughts would clear but your gaze kept wandering to Hvitserk, only to find him returning the focussed look.

The pair of you almost missed the end of the ceremony, the kiss, the cheers. Following the newly married couple into the marquee you were momentarily distracted by Asa as she dragged you round pointing out the decorations and the buffet that was being laid out. Eventually you made it to the bar, immediately asking for a gin and guzzling it harder than you should.

“Thirsty?” You let out a moan into your glass, you didn’t need this right now. Not when he looked for fucking good in that suit.

“Go away Hvitserk,” you whispered, flinching when he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your entire body tensed but he let out a soothing “ssssh,” into your ear.

“Relax, sæta. No one suspects a thing.”

“I just don’t want to ruin their moment.” You whispered. He ordered a drink from over your shoulder, pressing in behind and you had to bite your bottom lip to keep your thoughts to yourself. Hvitserk leaned on the bar beside you, nursing his drink but keeping contact with you even when other people came and spoke to you both. When the rush cleared you two found yourselves alone at the end of the bar, observing everyone enjoying themselves.

“I want you,” he murmured in your ear just as the DJ stepped up to play some music while people ate. Your entire body felt like it was electrified, the hairs on your arms standing on end as his words spawned a desire deep in your belly. You pressed your back into him, each movement just giving him a hint of friction on the growing bulge in his trousers. You smirked at the tiny little breath hitch he gave, his hidden hand grabbing an arse cheek hard enough to make you jump. “Don’t tease me,” he growled.

“Why not? You do it to me all the time.” You casually finished your drink, stepping back a little to bump into him harder and he swore under his breath, fingers grabbing your hip to hold you in place.

“Bathroom. Now.” Protests died in your throat as the pair of you scanned the crowd before quickly diving into the door to your left. He barged you through the doors and thankfully the place was empty. His lips were insistent, his fingers commanding with the way they held your throat. Molten heat pooled between your legs and you wanted nothing more than to have him here, right now.

“We shouldn’t!” You giggled as Hvitserk kissed his way up your throat and the side of your face.

“But the dress,” he groaned. “You in that dress is driving me wild. Do you know how difficult it is for me to keep my expression blank so Ubbe doesn’t figure us out?”

“Just call me litla…”

“Don’t ruin the moment for me!” He huffed, forcing his lips to cover yours and stop you talking. You eased yourself up onto the counter, legs spread so he could wedge himself between them. His hand held your face, a simple motion you had missed these past few days. The kiss tossed back and forth between you, both of you fighting for dominance and a small giggle left you at the idea of doing this in a bathroom at your friend's wedding. “I missed you!” He whispered and you moaned softly as his hand slipped under the folds of floaty material. His breath hitched when he felt your lace underwear and you smirked over his shoulder. He kissed you again, almost cracking your head on the tiles, he was so desperate to taste your lips. “Sæta, I need you…”

“We can’t,” you breathed. But already your hips were lifting off the counter as he slipped your underwear down your thighs. Your arms curled round his neck, holding him close and inhaling everything that made him so ultimately Hvitserk. You heard his belt go, the buckle clanking on the surface as he slipped his trousers down. You planted your foot against the hand dryer on the wall as Hvitserk reached to hook his hand over the top of the mirror behind you. You were both so desperate you knew no foreplay was needed. Spitting on his hand, Hvitserk wiped it quickly on his flushed cock and you wriggled on the counter in anticipation. His other hand hooked around your waist and hauled you to the edge, notching his cock at your entrance and both of you groaned in unison at the sensation.

With a firm thrust he entered you fully, his hazel eyes watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed your features. His own face screwing up in concentration, knowing the pair of you could be discovered at any moment. He rocked your body, desperate to reach that point that neither of you could back from. His entire body was tense, his lips trailing over your neck as you leaned back into the support of his arm. He found a steady rhythm, all the while you tried to keep listening out for the door but you were soon drowning in the noise of the gasps and moans that filled the bathroom.

His hands came back to your body, clutching you to him as he throbbed inside you, filling and stretching your cunt at this angle. His mouth was open, his eyes glassy and hooded which told you he was close. His gasps increased, mingled with your own; they echoed loudly against the tiles.

“Hvitserk, I’m gonna…” your voice was breathy and it seemed to spur him on to increase the tempo. Your mouth found his, feeding off his desire, tasting his neediness and it brought you so close to the brink.

“Guð, þú ert svo kynþokkafullur,” he gasped against your cheek just as you cunt clamped around him. Burying your face into him, you hoped he would absorb the loud cries that threatened to echo out of the bathroom. The rippling sensation of your orgasm had him rutting forcefully into you as he found his own release. His fingers tangled almost painfully in your braids, his form trembling against yours as he worked you both through the remaining waves of pleasure that weaved between you.

Catching your breath you let him kiss the soft, tender spot under your ear, his hips flexing into you once more as he cupped your face.

The squeak of the outer door had you shoving him away and he quickly disappeared into a stall to redress, still having time to chuck you a devilish smirk before you grabbed your underwear off the floor just as the door opened and Kat and Alex strode in.

“There you are!” Cried Kat.

“Why does it smell like sex in here?” Alex asked with a rise of her eyebrow.

“I have no idea,” you forced out. “Maybe people were in here before me.” Looking in the mirror you saw you were a mess, lipstick was smeared across your lips and you quickly worked on sorting it out, keeping your legs crossed and hoping you could dive into a stall soon.

“Whatever. I have a crisis!” You dared to glance at the door Hvitserk was hiding behind and quickly tried to figure out how you were going to get them out of here.

“Shall we do this at the bar. With shots?” You suggested but Kat leaned on the counter.

“No alcohol.” Both you and Alex glanced at each other over her hunched form.

“Why?” Alex asked.

“I think I’m pregnant,” whispered Kat. All of you turned at once as Hvitserk burst from the stall, excitement lighting up his face and you died a little inside but thankfully his trousers were done up.

“What the hell Hvitserk?!” You cried trying to act surprised.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” smirked Alex. Kat just gazed at him with wide imploring eyes.

“This is the ladies!” She cried but then waved a hand like it didn’t matter. “You can’t tell him, Hvitserk! Promise me!”

“I won’t say a word,” he grinned before grabbing her in a bear-like hug, his bright eyes slowly wandering to you and you smiled tentatively. “I’ll leave you ladies to it.” He released Kat and to your surprise he slipped an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, lingering for just a second longer than he needed to. You coughed slightly hoping the desire in your body wasn’t there for everyone to see. He made a fuss of kissing Kat and then Alex before his gaze turned back to you with all unspoken promises and he disappeared from view.

“Well that needs some explaining. His shirt was untucked,” Alex pointed out but Kat deflected the comment.

“Her and Hvitserk are together all the time, they’re like twins,” she murmured. “He probably freaked when he heard us because this is the girls bathroom.” You nodded but you could see Alex wasn’t buying what Kat was saying, her gaze was unforgiving and you almost buckled under the weight of it.

“So. Have you done a test?” You asked, hoping to put the attention back on Kat.

“That’s what we’re here to do,” announced Alex. You and Kat stared at her as she delved into her bag and pulled out a box.

“You just walk around with them in your bag?” You asked incredulously but all she did was shrug as Kat fell on the box. Gathering her dress she disappeared into a stall.

“So,” started Alex. She pinned you with a knowing look and you shifted uncomfortably. “Hvitserk.”

“Is my best friend,” you stated.

“I’m not accepting that he’s just a friend.”

“He’s had a difficult time and I’ve been helping him through it these last 6 months.” You avoided her gaze, it wasn’t a total lie. You had been helping him through everything and he was doing great. The pair of you were also in a full blown relationship underneath everyone’s nose, wanting to see if it worked before you told anyone else. It quickly became evident that it was working and you both decided to keep it under wraps until after the wedding.

Thankfully her attention was redirected when Kat flushed the toilet. She looked a little pale when she placed the test on top of the box, face down.

“Now we wait.”

Everyone was dancing in the marquee. The music was loud and jaunty, Ubbe grabbed you for a twirl as you walked past, your red dress fluttering around your legs. Laughter and happy conversation drifted on the notes of the song and you found your spirits lifted, a smile permanently on your face. This was everything you had dreamed for Kat and Björn and you were so happy they had finally taken the last step.

You paused, watching Kat and Björn in the middle of the dance floor sharing a private moment in the whirlwind of their day. Most of the guests were up and dancing, except Ivar. You came to a stop beside him, hoping he’d say something. It had been strained between you these past few months but most of your effort has gone into hiding your relationship with Hvitserk.

“Are you having a good time?” You asked, glancing at him and seeing how relaxed he was.

“It is a party and a feast. What isn’t there to like?”

“Are you happy for Björn?” He sipped his drink, rubbing his hand over his mouth when he was finished and pointing at Kat.

“She is the best of his choices.”

“Yes she is,” you agreed with a soft smile. “She has changed him and made him grow up.”

“How is it living with my brother?” Ivar asked with a smirk. “Because out of all of us, he is the messiest.”

“Yes he is,” you said with warm affection. “But his hours are long and it gives me time to pick up after him and work.” Sipping your glass of champagne you watched Hvitserk on the opposite of the dance floor, he was talking to Halfdan. His hands animated as he described something and you smiled to yourself. Sure you had bad days and this whole week had been an ultimate test for him; what with being away from you for a few days and around the most alcohol he’d had in months. But he’d done it. He was doing it. And you felt your heart swell with pride.

“I do think I could have handled it better.” Turning slightly you looked at Ivar who was staring into the pits of his glass. His expression was pensive, sadness shone in the depths of his exquisite blue irises and your throat ran dry all of a sudden.

“Handled, what better?”

“You. Us—this.”

“I don’t….”

“I need to finish.” He didn’t sound angry, but his features were dragged down, his teeth appearing for a second as he desperately tried to express himself. His eyes looked all around until they finally settled on you making your heart stutter for a brief moment. “I knew. Long before you and Hvitserk, I knew. I could see it and still I let myself…want you.” The splinters that had long repaired began to seep, the gentle shift of your heart started the age old ache that you carried around with you, buried deep inside. “I let myself feel and then—well, I tried.”

“So did I, Ivar. But you didn’t let me be yours.” He shrugged, his leg shuffling into better position.

“And then Hvitserk,” he continued. “I saw your face at the hospital and I knew at that moment you’d never be fully mine. Even though I hoped... Even Sigurd tried and didn’t get anywhere.”

“W-what?” Now he smirked, covering the pain in his face at your shock.

“It’s why he created a scene at the lodge. You all forget, I observe everything.”

“But you knew?!”

“Of course I knew,” he replied, scrunching up his nose. Scoffing in disbelief you drained your glass.

“What do we do now?” You asked quietly as the pair of you stood shoulder to shoulder, watching your family and friends with smiles lighting their faces. The happiness that filled this wedding was something you hadn’t felt in such a long time and even now it was tinged with a greyness you couldn’t put a name to.

“You carry on. You are exactly what Hvitserk needed, still needs. You were always his.” You glanced at the youngest Lothbrok, tears welling in your eyes as your mind ran through what could have been.

“Maybe in another life,” you murmured.

“One where I learn to love what’s good for me.” On a whim, you leaned in close and he turned to you in surprise. His eyes softened as your scent wrapped around him and he breathed deeply. Boldly you placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek. You felt him lean into you, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, your shed tears resting on his skin.

“I’m sorry, Ivar,” you whispered. He nodded, swallowing against the lump in his throat as his fingers dug into you. One last contact before you were gone for good. Without looking back at him you left. Abandoning your glass on an empty table as the sobs rose up inside you. Maybe if he’d tried harder you’d have stayed. But it was all ifs, buts and maybes.

It was dark in the garden, the light of the braziers only stretched so far and you needed a moment. Tears slid down your face, knowing you still had to talk to Björn and Ubbe. It had been difficult with Ivar, more than you were anticipating. Your old feelings had surfaced, because you had let yourself want him. You had let yourself hope. The love for him was still there but it was edged with pain. You knew why he had pushed you away in the end, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“What are you doing?” Whirling around you held in a scream, your heart leaping in fear but it was only Sigurd.

“What is it with you Lothbroks scaring the shit out of me?” You sniffed, wiping your eyes and hoping he didn’t notice.

“Sorry,” he replied, giving you a toothy grin that said anything but.

“In answer to your question, I was just taking a moment.”

“To cry.”

“No…” he grabbed at your arm and forced you to face him. You went to push him off but he gently swiped a stray tear off your chin.

“I saw you talking to Ivar.”

“He didn’t do this to me.”

“He doesn’t have to do anything to make someone cry,” he stated and you huffed out a laugh. “There, that’s the smile,” he murmured.

“You didn’t come out here to make me smile, Sigurd.”

“Rumbled.” He released you but stayed beside you, resting against a tree, his curly hair cascaded over his shoulders as he glanced back at the wedding. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Me? You barely let me touch your hair.”

“No, not for that. For Hvitserk.”

“Hv-Hvitserk?” You stuttered.

“None of us could have brought him back from the edge like you have. You are special to him.” You rubbed your hands up your bare arms looking away from him as he spoke because you knew your face would give you away. “More than he lets on.”

“I’m just his friend,” you lied quietly and Sigurd laughed in quiet disbelief.

“We all have eyes, krúttið mitt.”

“Not you an’ all,” you muttered. He placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing you into his warm body and you went easily. Slipping your hands under his suit jacket and snuggling close into his body.

“Ivar knows. He knew.” You felt Sigurd tense against you followed by a quick draw of breath as he attempted a nonchalant shrug.

“Doesn’t matter now anyway,” mumbled Sigurd and you nodded.

“I might turn in.” Leaving his embrace you let him catch you round the waist. His mismatched green eyes glinted in the firelight as they searched your features.

“Goodbye, krúttið mitt.” The phrase held more weight than normal and you both knew it.

“Bye, Sigurd.” His fingers trailed over your hip as you moved away. His gaze followed you until you’d disappeared into the crowd.

You were caught up in the swirl of warmth and happiness, joy spilled over and tried to light your soul as you weaved your way across the dance floor. Ubbe clutched your hand, pulling you from the throng and over to the bar with Björn following. He embraced you with one of those bear hugs you adored so much. It was getting harder and harder to keep yourself from falling apart as you stared at the boys who had been your older brothers and protectors for most of your life.

“We wanted to talk to you,” Ubbe started.

“Oh yeah. What have I done now?”

“It’s Hvitserk,” stated Björn and you felt your smile faltering as your gaze drifted between two very different sets of blue eyes.

“Oh?”

“I don’t know what you did ástvinur,” Ubbe leaned on his elbows against the bar, facing the gathering. “But I haven’t seen Hvitserk smile like that in months.”

“He has done amazingly,” you said lightly.

“Bjarnarungi,” Björn whispered a name you hadn’t heard in such a long time and you almost sobbed it all out to them there and then. “Does he make you happy?” As you stared up at Björn, Ubbe leaned in closer.

“Because you make him happy.”

“Guys…we were going to wait until after the wedding before we said anything!” Ubbe let out a noise of satisfaction as Björn slammed his hand firmly onto the wooden surface of the bar.

“I knew it!” He exclaimed loudly. The pair of them reached for you at the same time and you felt the heat of your emotion as it crept down your face. Holding tightly onto their arms you sobbed quietly, wanting to remember this moment forever.

“My turn!” More hands snaked round you and the others shifted to make room for Hvitserk pressed in behind you. His face burying into your neck, the tickle of his breath catching your behind the ear.

“Group hug!” Shouted Sigurd as he barrelled into you all, nearly making the group fall over and you let out a breathless giggle.

“Ivar!” Ubbe shouted and you wondered if he’d join in. Turning in the tight hug you felt Hvitserk move to the side and Ivar appeared. All of you created a circle, linking arms as you all peered inward, something you hadn’t done since you were kids. Wedged between Ivar and Björn with Hvitserk opposite you couldn’t help but get caught up in the feel of you all together. It probably wouldn’t happen again for a long time.

“No matter what happens,” Björn stated quietly. “We are Lothbroks.”

“Except me!” You piped up making Ubbe cough slightly and Sigurd rolled his eyes in a good natured way.

“Right now,” Björn continued. “I need to give my wife her present! Litla systir…” he prised you from the tangle of the others and walked you to the edge of the dance floor. “Find Floki, tell him it’s time.” You nodded, for once completely in the dark about what he was going to do. You found Floki talking with Lagertha who beamed as you approached, embracing you gently and rubbing your arm.

“Litla hrafn.” You went willingly into Floki’s waiting embrace breathing him in deeply before looking up at him.

“Björn said it's time.” He excused himself from Lagertha and still with his arm around you, steered you out of the marquee. “Where are we going?”

“Björn got Kat a…” he giggled, his entire face lighting up at the irony. “A köttur. He got Kat, a cat.” You frowned, seeing he’d brought you to the car park where his van was. Unlocking the camper he ushered you inside.

“Floki, it’s warm in here. Are we going to collect it?” There was no evidence of a cat in the living area of the camper.

“In here,” he gestured to you and opened the door to his bedroom. Clasping your hands together you let out a high pitched squeal, whispering how adorable the kitten was as it padded towards you across Floki’s bed, fluffy tail raised and little mewling cries spewed from it. “I’ve been coming to check on her every hour,” he assured you. “Komið svo litli kettlingur.” He scooped her up and held her close, whispering words of endearment as he carefully put her in the carrier.

“We can’t go with you.” The words fell from you before you’d even really thought about it and Floki looked at you, no judgement in his eyes as he waited for you to finish. “Hvitserk would do it, for me. But I can’t ask that of him.” Floki nodded and pulled you down to sit on the covers, his hands smothering yours lovingly.

“I’m glad you saw it yourself. You are more in tune with him than you even realise. Dóttir…”

“I’m sorry. I did really want to come with you to travel but I don’t think—just not now.” The disappointment was evident on your face but the pain of ripping Hvitserk from people he loved the most was something you couldn’t do. He was doing so well, firmly back to the Hvitserk you’d known all your life, he was working, living… At the time he’d agreed and said it would do him good, because he’d do anything for you. “We’ll visit,” you whispered, squeezing Floki’s fingers.

“I’d like that.” Hitching up a smile you gestured to the kitten purring loudly from the carrier as she rubbed against the side.

“We should get her inside. She’s the second main event after all.” Floki chuckled and nodded in agreement.

The marquee was still heaving with the celebrations but you and Floki headed to the cottage just set amongst some trees. It was where you and others had got ready. Your stuff would have been moved from the cottage and put in your rooms in the main building but you couldn’t resist flirting about and straightening things up. Moving the champagne to beside the bed, spreading out the rose petals a bit more and moving the suitcases so they weren’t in the way. As you drew out the hanger for Kat’s dress the main door opened and they spilled in fresh from the dance floor, all giggles and rosy faces. Kat saw you first and threw her arms around you.

“I’m gonna tell him,” she whispered and you hugged her back tightly. “It feels right.”

“It does,” you breathed back.

“Eiginkonu.” You turned Kat around and pushed her towards Björn. “I have a gift for you.” She nearly screamed, hands over her mouth as she danced on the spot while Floki carefully extracted the kitten.

“Oh my gods, she is gorgeous!!” Kat exclaimed and tears began to well in her eyes as the kitten snuggled in her arms. “Oh Björn!”

“Faðir.” You helped the door open just in time to hear your friend say she had something to tell Björn before you closed it, leaving them to their bliss.

“So the others know about me and Hvitserk.”

“Yes, I know, litla hrafn. I think you and Hvitserk were the last ones to know.”

“That just makes me feel stupid,” you moaned but Floki shook his head.

“You needed the time to come to the realisation yourselves or it never would have worked.” He paused at the entrance, the flashing lights dancing over his form and you felt that telltale sinking feeling in your gut.

“You’re going to leave now.”

“I am, Dóttir.”

“It never gets any easier,” you sniffled. Floki drew you in, rubbing circles on your back as he comforted you, murmuring all the while about how much he loved and missed you but he just couldn’t stay in one place. After a few minutes he turned you round and deposited you in a pair of arms you knew so well. Burying yourself into his chest as the emotions took over. You felt happy because today had been amazing but at the same time you felt sad and confused about changing your plans last minute.

Hvitserk spoke to Floki as he held you, his voice rumbling through his chest but you didn’t want to listen to what was being said, only noticing the way Floki’s touch left your shoulder and you knew he’d gone. You were barely aware of being led inside the main building, Hvitserk guiding you into the quiet of a dark room and making you lay down with him.

He cradled you close, letting you wring yourself dry until drowsiness took over. He brushed the hair out of your now peaceful face. He knew what pressure you’d been under with work, looking after him and helping him slowly get back into work. He owed you everything, his entire life if he was honest. He couldn’t imagine never seeing your face again or hearing your voice, experiencing your touch and all of that kept him here. It tethered him, grounded him to keep fighting and never give into those urges again.

As he rocked you gently he fished around in his pocket and drew out a small box. Flicking the lid open he held it up to the lamp light, admiring the way the light fractured on the facets of the diamond he had purchased for you. Ravens of white gold held the gem, wings spread to join onto the band that would one day sit on your finger. He wanted nothing more than to give it to you but it never felt right. Snapping the box closed he buried it once more in his pocket, snuggling down with you and telling himself the time would come soon.

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kaybee87 · 2 years

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So apparently the heat makes me horny and here’s another thing!

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Smut p in v think that’s it.

Heat Version 2 - Ivar x F!Reader

Unprecedented that’s what they were calling it, hottest temperature on record. The thing is when people thought of your country they thought of rain. Where if you get three fairly decent days in June you joke that that’s your summer over and done with. Yet here you are feeling like you might genuinely be melting.

Walking into the living room you see your boyfriend sat at the table working, you don’t know how he’s managing to look so put together, long dark hair pulled back into a sleek man bun wearing sweat shorts and a t shirt looking the epitome of cool. If you mentioned it he’d probably make some snarky remark about how he’s as hot as hell anyway so the temperature has no effect on him. I mean he’s not wrong! The only thing you knew had been bothering him were his leg braces, this was made evident by the use of his wheelchair today. Meanwhile everything was bothering you, you were hot; bored; slightly annoyed that Ivar was working and too hot to wear anything but a loose vest and shorts and even those were bothersome.

When you don’t gain his immediate attention you dropped dramatically onto the sofa with a loud whine. You can actually hear the smirk that adorns Ivar’s lips. “What’s up brat?” You huff “I’m not a brat, just hot is all”. Ivar actually chuckles this time “that’s all? Ok well I can’t fix that and I really need to finish this”. To be honest you were feeling in a bit of a bratty mood, you’d say it was the heat getting to you but mainly it was the lack of attention. You try flicking through the tv channels for a bit but nothing holds your attention, turning it off again an idea comes to mind and you look towards Ivar, still buried in his work, with a devilish grin upon your face.

“Gods it really is ridiculously hot in here,” you start. “Mmm hmm,” is the only response you get. “Heard it’s going to last the rest of the week”. “Uh huh”. Time to up the stakes. “I’m just going to the kitchen, you want anything?” You ask. “Nope”. You return with an ice lolly in your hand and settle back on to the sofa. Knowing that Ivar’s not yet watching, you take small licks of the lolly before moaning loudly. His head spins in your direction. “This is so good babe, so cold, you sure you don’t want one?” He just shakes his head and watches as you slide your lips to the bottom of the lolly before gently sucking and then pulling back up. You notice his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows but still he doesn’t rise to your attempts. You continue making a show of eating your lolly, paying it the same attention you would his dick and moaning a lot about how good it is. “I know what you’re doing,” his voice is a little shaky and you just know he’s hard under the table. “What do you mean?” You feign innocence. “Don’t be a brat,” he says between gritted teeth, “I need to get this finished”.

Ok you’ve got to admit you’re impressed at his will power but you’re not ready to give up yet. You start to ramble a little about the heat again, about how much it’s bothering you and that you’re struggling to cope. Then you pull your vest top over your head and discard it on the floor, your back is to Ivar but you don’t need to turn around to know he’s now looking at you. You lie back on the sofa and shimmy out of your shorts, you stretch out a little against the soft material muttering about how it’s a little better without the unnecessary layer of clothing.

“Come here!” There’s an edge to Ivar’s voice now and it shoots heat straight to your core. You take your time sitting and turning to face him before making your way towards him. When you’re close to his chair he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, you move to straddle him and as you do he slaps your arse hard. “So needy aren’t you? Can’t stand not having all my attention huh? Told you that you were a brat!” You wanted to protest but Ivar’s fingers pushed into your mouth to silence you. His other hand made its way to your clit and flicked harshly. You moaned loudly around his fingers and this encouraged Ivar to roll his thumb around your clit. “Shouldn’t be doing this, ought to be teaching you a lesson, you’re so spoiled,” he was panting out the words now just as horny as you were. You knew you’d pushed him today but he seemed to be in a forgiving mood and you were so desperate so you gave your hips a roll landing perfectly against his rock hard cock.

Ivar pulled himself out from his shorts and gave two quick tugs before lifting your hips and allowing you to sink down onto him. You moaned as he stretched you out and he paused to let you adjust once he’d bottomed out. When you were ready you began moving your hips in long slow rolls and it wasn’t long before you were both heavy breathing into the others neck. You took your time, nothing about this encounter was rushed, when you knew Ivar was getting close you reached between you to rub your clit but he batted you away to do it himself. You felt your orgasm approach slowly but pull you under so heavily that you were worried you might pass out. Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was because this is what you’d been wanting, slow lazy sex with your man. You were both a sweaty mess and in desperate need of a shower, Ivar slapped your arse playfully as you moved off of him and you just smiled at him. The temperature may have been hot but hell Ivar was hotter.

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axelsagewrites · 5 months

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Where Am I?*Introduction/Part One

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, (future) Bjorn

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Word Count: 2445

Warnings: time travel being possible, bullying, getting chased by some very confused vikings, imprisonment

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"Cmon Jason. Give it a rest," you heard one of his friends tell him, but you were already crossing the bridge to get away from them.

You'd came to the park after school to relax after yet another hellish day of studying. You were a history student, obsessed with the Vikings, and sadly for some reason Jason's enemy number one. Apparently, the frat boy still held a grudge for the time you rejected him last year and decided to make your life a misery.

As you were halfway across the bridge you heard laughing then footsteps and just as you went to turn you felt him grab your bag off your shoulder. Well, he tried. You grabbed it back, yelling "help!" As his other friend tried to help him pull it away.

You glanced behind you to see if anyone was near but no. You were alone of the bridge 6 feet at least above the deep lake. "Dude!" You heard the friend again as your head whipped back around.

"fine!" Jason yelled as he let go of the bag just as you had attempted to tug it from him. "Wait no!" You heard his voice before you felt the wood dig into your back and then heard a sickening snap.

You screamed as you felt the wind rush past your face, hair whipping around as your body hurtled headfirst towards the water. You felt your head sink in and the water ring in your ears like church bells as your eyes screwed up tight.

You waited for your head to crash against the rocks but instead felt your legs hit the soft ground, your butt and shoulders soon following. Your head hit the ground gently as a groan left your lips. As your eyes opened you realised not only did you feel no water or soggy clothing but that a scattered sunlight was washing over your face.

"What the-" you muttered as you sat up. Your guitar bag was still clutched in one hand, your backpack hooked around your elbow, and now your earphones had been tossed behind you during the fall. That however did not concern you as much as the overwhelming greenery.

The Forrest around you had winding trees up to the sky with whispers of squirrels and rabbits in the background. You pulled yourself to your feet as your eyes scanned the woods. "Where am I?" You muttered as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them in your bag.

You checked your phone however there was not only no signal but now the time had become dashes alongside the battery percentage. The Wi-Fi and Bluetooth signals were now just colourful blobs and even when you tried opening the emergency number call it refused to let you punch in the digits. You sighed and turned it off, hoping that by the time you found your way out the Forrest it would have rebooted so you could call your parents or maybe even a hospital since you'd obviously hit your head very hard.

You put the phone in your bag and zipped it up, even using the number lock your mother insisted you put on it to keep your bag safe. You weren't sure which way to go. After all no matter where you walked you could either be going closer or further to whatever destination would be the safest.

Fuck it. You thought. There's only one way to find out. You walked through the forest, not even trying to not step on twigs or ruffle leaves since you were probably just far deeper into the campus woods than you'd ever been before. However, then you heard voices.

Well laughter really. At least three men. Your footsteps slowed encase Jason and his friends had somehow made you lose your mind and we're torturing you but no. Instead, you held back a gasp as you peaked through the leaves to see four men with their backs to you.

One was sat on a log playing with what looked like a dagger while another two practised throwing axes. Fuck. All three were dressed as if they were Vikings. Perhaps you'd been studying them too much and had officially lost your marbles.

Or perhaps the other Viking nerds in your school had formed a club. As you debated taking a step forward one of the men missed his throw causing another to yell out a jab. As the man span round to answer his eyes stopped when he saw you. His hand shot out to nudge the man next to him who turned around.

He was a brunette man with a long braid down how back "I'm Ubbe," the boy called as he stepped forward, "Who are you? Why are you here?" He called however your eyes wandered down then widened as you saw him gripping his axe.

"Tell us!" The boy who had missed called, stepping closer. Your eyes wandered to the third who was reaching for something in his belt when you finally made up your mind.

Run. You turned, sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you. Your feet hammered against the dirt as their shouts echoed through the forest. You didn't dare glance back or stop for the branches whipping against your face. There was finally a break in the trees. Freedom. Safety you thought.

As you ran you arrived at the top of a hill. You turned to look down, expecting to see your campus when dread filled your blood. No this wasn't real. A village of Vikings now looked up at where you stood on the hill.

You stood for a moment panting as you overlooked it all. That was until you heard them again. "Stop right there!" Ubbe all but screamed.

You ran again. To your left was a high cliff facing a grey blue ocean and to your right was 3 very angry looking Vikings. You decided to take your chances with the clueless as you barrelled down the hill into what looked to be like a market.

Despite being the least terrifying person here they all jumped out your way, gasping and screaming as you ran all while Ubbe and the others chased you.

You were running towards a bridge by a stream and decided for one last second to glance behind you. They were just running around the corner when you felt a hand grab your foot as the other got swept up in the air.

It was as if your body took flight as you fell to the ground with a large thump. You groaned as you tried to pick yourself up just for a large hand to grab your shoulder and flip you on your back.

As you stared at his electric blue eyes your own eyes widened. "Ivar?" You whispered and his eyes widened so much you wondered if it hurt however just as he went to speak Ubbe pulled him off him.

Ubbe. Your brain clicked. There's no possible way. It couldn't be. Surely not. Ubbes hand pulling you to your feet. "I asked you a question," he growled as you gasped for air. As much as you wanted to be tough and brave and all the other things these Vikings were being faced to face to Ubbe was too much as the spots began to cloud your vision and you felt your body fall limp as the world faded to black.

As you began to stir you half expected to open your eyes and see your dorm room, but the hard stick pressed against your spine made you doubtful. Your eyes opened to find yourself in a wooden cage in the corner of what looked like a bedroom. It was dark and suddenly felt very small as your hands grabbed the bars as you began to shake them.

“Fuck,” you grunted as you hit your hand against the frame but instead of it budging now your hand just hurt. Before you could try for any longer you froze when you saw the door slowly push open.

“I see what you mean,” a woman’s voice muttered as she approached your cage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her or the men behind her, “What is she wearing?” she whispered.

“We don’t know,”

“We found her like this,”

“Do you think she’s a witch?” you felt your blood run cold at the man’s word.

The woman stood up and turned to what you soon realised were her sons. In fact, now you realised who they all were. It was Sigurd who’d claimed you may be a witch but how could he possibly be real? He was a tv character after all.

“Perhaps but we cannot know for sure yet,” Aslaug whispered to her son, “Can you speak child?” she called out to you as if she was shouting on a dog. Your head raised so you could get a better look, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“What are we going to do?” Ubbe asked. As the four spoke amongst themselves you realised one was missing. Ivar was nowhere to be seen.

“Your father should be home any day now. We will wait for him,” Aslaug finally determined, “I have never seen someone like this. I do not wish to find out what harm she can cause alone,” with that the four turned to leave, shutting the door and leaving you in the stale dark once more.

You sighed as you leaned back against the cage however as your eyes scanned the room you noticed your bags sitting in the corner making your head instantly perk up. You knew you didn’t have anything sharp in it but as your stomach rumbled you realised what you did need. Food.

As you began to wonder how you would get to your things you heard the door crack open. You looked up as Ivar dragged himself into the room, constantly checking over his shoulder before he shut the door and brought himself over to your cage. His eyes scanned your frame as you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly.

“Who are you?” he murmured, his eyes landing on your face, “and how do you know my name?” the silence that followed was only broken by the loud rumble of your stomach once more as you winced. “You’re hungry?” he asked.

Finally, you nodded, and a smile quirked onto his lips, “So you do understand?” you nodded again, “If you tell me who you are I’ll bring you something to eat,”

You paused as you decided if it was worth breaking the façade, you’d created but as your stomach churned you realised starving to death before Ragnar returned was not worth it. you whispered your name, but your voice was hoarse from lack of use.

Ivars’s head tilted slightly as his eyebrows knitted, “What a usual name,” he mused.

You bit back a laugh. “Coming from Ivar the boneless,” you muttered.

His eyes widened, a look of what you couldn’t tell if shock or rage or both washed over his face. “What did you call me?” he half yelled, grabbing onto the bars of the cage you were suddenly thankful for.

“It’s what everyone calls you!” you rushed out, pushing yourself as far away as possible, “In the textbooks that’s what legend says you were called I’m sorry,”

He paused, his hands slipping from the bar as the confused look returned, “What is a textbook?”

“Like a history book,” you said but that did little to explain it to him, “It’s like- “you paused trying to think what the closest thing to a Viking textbook was, “It’s like how you pass down stories in songs! We write them down in textbooks, so nobody forgets,”

Ivar paused for a moment as he finally relaxed again, “Where did you come from?” he asked, “And how do they know who I am? What have you told them?”

“I haven’t told them anything, my teachers they taught it to me,” you said, finally allowing yourself to sit at ease again, “I’m from the future,” the words felt foreign in your mouth as Ivar’s blue eyes widened.

“Prove it,”

“You’re Ivar the boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok,” you spoke but your voice was shaky as you tried to remember all you could, “Brother of Bjorn Ironside who explored the Mediterranean sea. Son of Aslaug. You go on to command the great heathen army,” you said and as you spoke Ivar looked like a child being read a bedtime story about pirates and mermaids, “You Ivar are a legend where I am from,” perhaps bending the truth a little but what would he know.

“And who- “

You cut him off this time when you felt your stomach lurch, “You said you would feed me. I won’t tell you anything else till you live up to your word,” you tried to sound firm, but it clearly wasn’t your style.

Still though Ivar nodded as he slowly began to drag himself away, “I shall return,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t go anywhere,” he teased before shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes as you sunk back into the wood behind you. “Oh god he really is nuts,” you whispered. Then again perhaps it was you that was nuts. After all you had just been talking to a Viking who’d died thousands of years ago.

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jadelynlace · 3 months

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"All the Time"⎮ Ink Drinker Deleted Scene⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

read more of Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: Yeah, it's the super smutty piece I warned you all about. In hindsight, maybe it's not all that raunchy? I don't know. You can tell me. Also, fun fact! While I wrote this, my captain sat across the table from me, completely oblivious (he figured I was writing my care reports, and I was. Kinda). I literally have the best poker face.

Word Count: Just under 2,000 words (of porn)

Conversation falls around you. In the cool air of the evening you’ve grown comfortable with your legs thrown over Ivar’s thighs, sitting at an angle as his hand hooks around your shoulder. Drowning out the words around you as you scroll on your phone to decompress your social battery, bombarded with videos from Hvitserk as he thinks that’s a successful way to use his energy during his over time shift. And, quite frankly, he’s right.

“But where are people finding the time?” A voice says. “I work a full time job, I go to the gym, and I’m trying to get a full 8 hours of sleep and cook for myself—where do people find the time to date? To even hook up?” The voice continues.

“Ivar and I fuck all the time,” You say, and you don’t even really realize that you said it out loud until Ivar’s hand is over your mouth.

“That’s really all the input you have for the conversation?” Another voice says. You’re quick to lick Ivar’s palm as he lets out an estranged noise, wiping your salvia on your back.

“I’d have more of an input if we were actually having a conversation,” You mutter back.

“Why on earth would you lick my fucking palm?” Ivar says, shooting you a look. You lean into his ear closely before speaking:

“You don’t seem to be too upset when I lick the other things you put near my mouth,”

There’s a low rumble from Ivar’s chest as he registers what you’re saying and you smile.

“What can we use as an excuse to leave?” He whispers to you.

“The fact that I work in the morning?” You try and Ivar just nods at that.

You climb off of him, standing with a stretch and you feel eyes on you.

“Leaving already?” Someone whines.

“Well, as riveting as this conversation is regarding your ability to not adapt to being adult, I do have to work in the morning. So I am going to get those 8 hours of sleep you keep talking about,” You say.

“Well then, why are you leaving, Ivar?”

“Uh, because I don’t want to wake her up in the middle of the night when I come home from the bar?” Ivar answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing.

“You can spend the night with me!” Aiden teases.

“You have one bed,” Ivar tells him.

“Exactly,” Aiden smirks.

“Do you…do you want to spend the night with him?” You tease.

“No, no I do not,”

“Alright, why don’t you kiss him goodbye then,” You add, patting Ivar’s chest and Ivar shakes his head.

Aiden offers him a kiss through the air, and a wave, but Ivar only flips him off, rounding the corner to leave. Not a second passes before Ivar turns back around, looking at Aiden and returning that kiss through the air.

You’re all but tossed onto the bed, a quick display in both Ivar’s strength and his dominance has you landing suddenly against the pillows before her’s climbing over you. Wasting no time as he comes to cover your body with his, mouth seeking yours.

“Oh, so you really weren’t that mad at my comment,” You try, seeing if it’ll fuel his fight. Ivar doesn’t say anything as his mouth travels past the shell of your ear, meeting he nape of your neck and his teeth nip at your flesh. “Because revealing to them that we have “sex all the time” was not necessarily a lie,”

“Stop,” Ivar says suddenly, his blue eyes coming to catch yours. They flash with a quick display of anger, momentarily muting your brain and making you refocus on him. And how he’s in charge right now.

“Stopping,” You peep back.

“Good girl,” Ivar groans, mouth catching yours for a kiss that is all tongue. He would smile to himself at how well he knows you, but his lips are occupied.

The last articles of his clothing are flung across the room as Ivar moves again, pushing his knee to divide your legs as they instinctively part for him. You can feel his hardness against your cunt throbbing, as Ivar’s hands come on each side of your head, pressing his weight through them while you both catch your breath. Hungry eyes trace you, and the wisps of the ends of his hair tickle your chest as his head tips to watch the space where you two are about to be connected.

A low grumbles comes from Ivar’s chest as your hand reaches down, spreading your lips for him to see you. The same hand reaches up, grabbing Ivar’s chin as you pull his mouth towards yours again.

“Are you waiting for something?” You tease him.

Settling his legs over you, Ivar pulls away, shifting his weight as his hand grabs his length, The other rungs through his hair, pushing it from his view before tapping himself against you. Meeting your teasing with his own, the head of his cock finds your bundle of nerves, pressing ever so slightly as he hears you gasp. Your eyes flutter shut, bunching the sheets at your sides as his cock glides through your wetness.

Ivar suddenly stops, a slow string of spit coming from his lips as it lands against your mouth. His fingers collect it, pressing them towards your clit before he takes them down his shaft.

Pushing your hips into him, Ivar responds by slowing his motions, biting his bottom lip as his cock sinks into you, bottoming out until he’s flush against you. A deep moan climbs from his chest while he savors you fluttering around him.

You reach at him, pulling him over you as his arms plant on each side of your head, moving before digging his fingers into your hair while his hips start up. Quickly they take force, slamming into you as the bed rocks against the walls. You hardly have a moment to grasp the sensation of how he feels inside of you, before he gets faster, moaning in your ear.

“Ivar,” You squeak. “Slow—” You grit out. “Slower,” You say and he stops, nuzzling against your head as his hips come to a halt. “Give a woman a chance to breath before you take away my ability to walk,” You mumble to him as you shift your body and Ivar only snickers from somewhere over you.

Pulling back, Ivar lets go of your hair, smoothing it out slightly as he seeks out your lips again, humming into the kiss as your hands dance along his back. His hips roll lazily, your wetness collecting between you two and you offer him a sweet moan.

“There are much better ways to take me if you want to go that fast,” You whisper to him. Ivar feels you push at him before his climbs back to let you move. Watching you crawl onto your stomach he pulls at your hips himself, positioning himself behind you while you nuzzle against the bed. His cock presses into you again, his chest coming over your back as the warmth radiates from him. Jutting the two of you up the bed, Ivar’s hips move as he wraps an arm around your waist, his free hand finding yours.

Ivar’s thrusts are met with you pushing against him, chasing his cock in the brief moments it’s away from you while you hear the moans coming from his mouth. With your thighs shaking under him, you can’t help but moan his name, egging him on.

As he chases his release, Ivar’s mind empties as he moves, your walls quivering around him with his arm attempting to pull you closer, even with no additional space. Through each grunt, each sweet sound you sing to him, Ivar’s muscles tense, the ache in his balls nearing an end before he pulls out of you suddenly. Moving away before he flips you in one quick display of his strength.

Ivar moves again with his orgasm taking over his body. You feel the string of seed against your skin, watching him before you. Abs quivers as he breathes quickly, the final drops dribble from his flushed head, throbbing as it slides down his shaft. Only then is it collected as his fist moves to grab himself, and tap again against your cunt, swirling his essence against your mound.

After a whisper of a moment, his fingers slide through your slit and press into you, curling them right against your sweet spot. Ivar leans over, lips hungrily against yours. As he feels your nails in his back, your teeth sink into his bottom lip while he pumps his fingers.

Your mouth opens to moan and Ivar pushes his forehead against yours.

“Give it to me, Goddess,” Ivar whispers, “Come for me,”

You can only whine in response, breathing deeply as Ivars fingers move, his eyes on yours and you can’t look away. His thumb comes against your clit, pressing in circles and you hum as the pleasure takes over your body. Your lashes flutter, a heat low in your belly as the coil tightens, as Ivar growls for you to open your eyes again.

“Look at me when you come,” Ivar tells you. Your eyes open as a blush covers your cheeks, the band finally snapping as you moan. Sinking your nails into his back before they move, grabbing his hair in an attempt to ground yourself as your orgasm rushes through your body. You grab his face again, pulling it back towards you to regain some control, as your mouth seeks his.

Ivar slows his fingers as his breathing matches yours, lips lazily tackling one another as a satisfied groan comes from him. Moving, Ivar settles back over you, placing his weight carefully to cover you as you latch around him. Your hands take their turns from tracing his spine, to scratching his head as the man deflates above you, nuzzling into your cheek and you can’t help but smile.

Moving again and putting his weight on his elbows, Ivar looks down at you, bumping your nose with his.

“Hi,” He says quietly.

“Hi, handsome,” You say back, a smile on your face.

“You don’t…you don’t even work in the morning,” Ivar finally realizes.

“I know,” You giggle and Ivar huffs, collapsing back over you.

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istorkyou · 1 year

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The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 1584

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

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This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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CHAPTER 15

Nine months of dating Ivar. Nine months of happiness. Nine months of amazing sex. Nine month of love.

The interest in your relationship publicly has definitely reduced, mostly because the pair of you don’t go anywhere the photographers would be. Ivar has adapted to your lifestyle easily and fits into your world perfectly. You still struggle sometimes fitting into his world, but you are getting better at the glitzy parties and rubbing shoulders with the extreme wealth in your city. You much prefer it when you guys do normal things together though.

You have become friends with his brothers, they were easily won over, especially Hvitserk. He and Iris have been on a few dates and he seems besotted with her. She likes him a lot but is being very ‘Iris’ about the whole thing and is playing it cool.

Ubbe is dating someone new and, aside from cracking a couple of jokes in the beginning, leading Ivar to threaten to murder him, in a seriously scary tone, your ‘thing’ is long forgotten.

Since the ball you haven’t seen too much of Aslaug, she has been away, staying in her house in Iceland for months.

She calls you the week she gets home and she comes to visit your shop.

You bond over your mutual love of fashion. She spends a long time looking through all the clothes you stock and buys some dresses and some jewellery.

“You have a really good eye, Y/N. A wonderfully eclectic mix of fashion in stock. Have you thought about expanding? Opening more boutiques across the city?” She asks curiously.

“I have, I am hoping to by the end of next summer, I just need to make sure the business plan is foolproof, find a space, blah blah! It will be a lot of work.”

“I can help, I am always looking to invest in small local businesses…” she trails off and raises her eyebrows.

“Aslaug, without wanting to sound ungrateful, because I really am grateful for the offer, I’ve got my heart set on doing it all by myself.” You give a determined look.

“Although, if you know anyone in real estate that can give me a heads up of any suitable spaces becoming available I will gladly take that help,” you give her a cheeky smile.

“It just so happens I do know some people who could help with that. I will get in touch with them,” she gives you a wink.

“Also, the jeweller who made the bracelet and necklace you bought could maybe use some help, she’s amazing but hasn’t managed to get herself a proper workshop. If you were interested? Her name is Sadie.” You hand Aslaug one of Sadies cards which she slips into her purse.

“You are a very determined young woman, Y/N. I can see why Ivar loves you so much. What time do you lock up the shop? We should go and get cocktails.”

“Yes! I bloody love a good cocktail, come back at 4pm?”

You think you might have finally cracked the cool exterior, Ivar will be so pleased and your heart swells.

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You wake up early on Christmas morning and throw on an oversized hoody, before Ivar is stirring and you grab the heavy present on the kitchen counter and head to the elevator.

It opens on the ground floor and you head in over to the reception desk.

“Preston, Happy Christmas!” You shout and laugh as he jumps out of his skin. You hand him over the present.

“What’s this?” He looks in disbelief.

“A pressie, open it!” You are so excited.

He opens the present to see a state of the art coffee machine and his face lights up.

“What? Why? You shouldn’t have done this, Y/N.” His face is tinged with annoyance.

“Oh shush, you always look knackered, we thought you could use it,” you retort.

“Wow, thanks so much, I don’t know what to say.“ He holds his hands up.

“Just a gesture for putting up with Ivar’s rude ass for all these years! Are you going home to your family soon?”

“He’s not so rude anymore.” He tells you with a wink “I finish in 30 minutes,” he says happily. “Happy Christmas, Y/N, thank you.”

“Happy Christmas, have a great day. Hope the twins are happy with their bikes.” You give him a quick hug then head towards the elevator.

When it dings and the door opens Ivar is standing, with his arm above his head looking at the floor and his eyes travel up you until reaching your face and creasing with laughter.

“Will that never get old?!” You ask him in fake annoyance, he knows you find it adorable.

“Happy Christmas, baby! Did Preston like his present?” He asks, pulling you in for a big kiss.

“Yep, he was very happy,” you bury your face in his neck.

“Do you want your present?” Ivar asks with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Is it an orgasm?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Later,” he laughs out, “come on, it’s in the bedroom.”

“This is getting more interesting..” he looks back with a withering look.

“Get your mind out of my pants, filthy girl,” he wags a finger at you.

“Can I give you my present first? I’m so excited!” He laughs at you and nods.

You run to your side of the bed and pull out an envelope, skipping to him to hand it over. He opens the envelope and reads the Christmas card inside, smiling. He opens the card and two pieces of paper fall out. He picks them up with a furrowed brow, reading the words on them.

“Wha..what is this? Japan? You bought us tickets to travel to Japan?!” Pure disbelief on his face. He keeps looking back at the tickets and to you, clearly having trouble processing the information in front of him.

“What the fuck? This is too much, Y/N! We said small gifts.” His face is shocked.

“Meh, you are worth it. Are you ok? Do you want to go? I thought we could go and try some authentic sushi? Remember when I first came here?” You are searching his face for any sign of happiness.

“Y/N, this is too much. You can’t afford this.” His face still shows nothing but shock.

“I can baby, I wouldn’t have bought them if I couldn’t afford it, you know that. The shop has been doing amazing. Do you not want to go?” Your voice is small and dejected.

“Are you kidding me? It’s my number one place I want to visit! Oh my god I’m so excited, I'm just in shock, baby. Thank you! Thank you so much. I’ve never had a gift like this before.” He pulls you in for a crushing hug, kissing you all over your face and neck until you are swatting him away.

“Do you want to open your gift?” He asks excitedly.

He walks to his drawers and pulls out a big black box with a giant gold ribbon tied in bow. He hands it to you and sits close to you, watching your face intently as you undo the bow. You lift the lid on the black box and pull out a red box that you recognise. It’s one of Sadies.

You look at him and his face is so earnest you give him a kiss.

“Open it,” he urges you.

You open the box and inside is the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever seen. It has three platinum chain mail chains twisted round each other all joined together with a diamond on each clasp. It has a round platinum pendant on it, around the edge there is an engraving and in the middle is a beautiful, green stone.

“Ivar……” you look up at him, your eyes misting up.

“I need to explain it!” He is like an excited puppy.

“I designed it, with a little help from Sadie. It’s platinum and diamonds on the clasps..” the look on his face is one of pure amusement, you can’t help but laugh at him despite wanting to act offended, a clear call back to the unwanted bracelet he gave you.

“The circle of the pendant represents my never ending love for you,” his face changes from amusement to seriousness.

“The engraving is the date I first laid eyes on you.” You bring it closer to your face to read it.

“The date of the merger party.” You tell him, with a big soppy smile on your face.

“And the green sapphire in the middle is the exact colour of the blazer you were wearing when we met. I knew from that very moment you were the one for me. Forever and always.”

You don't know what to say, your eyes well up with tears.

“Do you like it, Y/N?” He asks nervously.

“It’s the most beautiful, thoughtful present. I love it.” You wipe your tears of happiness and kiss him. “You can't tell me off for the gift I got you, this must have cost a fortune, Ivar,” he just shrugs and grins.

“I left a space on it for another engraving. I am going to get it engraved with the date I ask you to be my wife.” his voice is smaller than before and his face is red with a blush. You gasp at his words and pull him close for a cuddle.

“Just for future reference, I will say yes.

THE END - thanks for reading :)

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mrsarnasdelicious · 4 months

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

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epilogue-and-prologue · 10 months

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Vikings (TV Series)

Ivar Lothbrok

Solace - (Somewhat)Romantic/Panic Attack/Canon Violence - Ivar x F!Reader

Bjorn Lothbrok

Despair and Dishonour - Loss of a child/Hospitals/Modern!Au - Bjorn & Nurse!Reader

Halfdan

Careful - Romantic/Musician!Au/Hospital/Fun - Halfdan x Doctor!Reader

#vikings #vikings series #ivar lothbrok imagine #halfdan imagine #vikings imagine #bjorn imagine

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quantumlocked310 · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

@vikingstrash Thank you!!! <3 Below are my recs!

1. Cruor and Conquests - Bloody!Hvitserk x F!Reader (NSFW - 3,030w) [Complete]

I was inspired by this post about seeing men with blood on their faces. BONUS! Moodboard at the end too.

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: You and your love, Hvitserk, rejoice together in the throws of passion after a gory and glorious battle.

Warnings: description of battle, blood, SMUT, viking inaccuracies, NSFW, established relationship

On Tumblr. On AO3.

2. The Little Match Girl Inspired Moodboard & Fic for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Celebration

Summon Up Remembrance - Vikings: Hvitserk P.O.V. [Teen - 1,300w]

On Tumblr. On AO3.

3. Quote Inspired Moodboard for @emilyhufflepufftlk 100 Followers Celebration

My Dearest Eliza, - Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton x Jazz Musician!OFC Moodboard + Drabble

4. The Wrath of Thor and the Beauty of Freya - Hvitserk x F!Reader (T - 3,147w) [Complete]

Requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie who asked for fluffy Hvitserk comforting Reader from a scary thunderstorm.

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: As children, you and Hvitserk didn’t get along. But after reconciling as young adults he’s now your closest confidant. What happens when he sees you at your most vulnerable? Will your fresh friendship be irrevocably changed? For better, or for worse?

Warnings: parental death, traumatic experience relating to storms & thunder, descriptions of violence, heavy petting, tooth rotting fluff, random friend OFC

On Tumblr. On AO3.

5. Wild in You - Modern!Ivar x Nurse F!Reader (NSFW - 4,000w) [Complete]

@alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom requested “a modern Ivar and a nurse as friends with benefits”

Click the Tumblr link to see the Moodboard!

Summary: It’s just smut. Pure kinky smut with zero plot. Reader and Ivar blowing off steam from Med School onward.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, under negotiated kink, mutual masturbation, d/s, orgasm denial, public sex, playing fast and loose with the medical field/medical school

Part 1 On Tumblr.

Part 2 on Tumblr.

Full Fic on AO3.

#mutuals #I squee over getting attention #messages #asks #ask hole #your favorite is my favorite bb #as per usual I do apologize for my late response #this has been sitting here for...#too long #vikingstrash #bitchofdarkness #we know I had to keep my girl Tati's request in this list #its too good #please note the absense of a certain other fic that is probably my most popular one #fic rec #yes I copy pasted from my masterlist #and yes I need to reformat my masterlist #I need a new theme #and all my options are... unsatisfying

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e-m-christina · 2 years

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Oh! For the Christmas writing challenge, maybe an Ivar x f!reader where the two are in a relationship, and she is like the sweet, kind, optimistic kind of person, but some FOOL decides to kidnap reader? How would Ivar react/realize? How would she get her back and what would he do to the kidnapper? Maybe some comfy comfort in it?🥺🥺🥺 Even better if reader is slightly injured LMAO can you tell that I am in a protective Ivar mood?

You obviously don't have to write this! Thank you so much anyway!!❤❤❤

AGHHHH I love this! I think I'll set this in modern times (and it will probably be a series!)

I can't wait to write this! If anyone wants tagged, comment below! This will be posted within the first 5 days of December!

Thanks for requesting! Requests are open.

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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I have a Ivar the boneless request. Ivar and reader are not a couple. They flew into a small town with an airport on the same evening. The weather gets really bad so all flights are canceled and they have to stay at the same hotel. There is a fire or some hail or whatever breaks the readers window so she has to be out in the hall and she can’t go back to her room but it’s late so she’s in her nightgown and Ivar sees her. He offers her to come stay in his room. And stuff…Use this how you like but make it smutty! Please and thank you lady!

PAIRING: Modern!Ivar x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Vikings AU

WORDS: 1.1k

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love! SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

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Sitting in the shuttle bus on your way to the hotel. You let out a heavy sigh, looking outside at the rain beating against the road, the trees almost horizontal, you look down at your phone. A text from your partner had really put you on edge, but it wasn't that you could control the weather. You let out a soft breath, rubbing your forehead, and finally, respond.

I'm sorry. It isn't my fault my flight was canceled. You're going to have to do the presentation without me. Or at least have me on the phone speaker. I'm sorry, Jane. Truly.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself. Rubbing your lip again, the man next to you looks at you.

"Hey, you alright?" A long-haired man asked you

"Yeah, just, important meeting that I have to miss thanks to the weather."

"Ahh, yeah. No fun. I'm sure they will be alright without you." He reassures.

You smile and nod, hoping he was right.

You held power in your job. You were VP of a multi-billion dollar production company- you had a lot on your shoulders. You place your phone in your lap, and a few minutes go by, and it goes off again with a hugging gif and an 'Okay, boss.'

Pulling up to the hotel, you get out and walk to the desk. "Hello, and welcome to the Hilton! Are you staying?"

"Umm, yeah, the airport sent a bunch of us this way, our plane was canceled due to weather?"

"Okay, not a problem! Name?"

"Your First & Last."

"Aaaaaalright Ms. Y/LN. You're all set, Room 103. If you need anything, don't hesitate to give us a call."

"Um, yeah. Thank you." You give a small smile.

Finding your room was easy. Getting in, you look around and let out a heavy breath. Tossing your carry-on bag onto the bed you, sit at the small table and put your head in your hands, and let out a loaded breath. It was going to be a hell of a night, and you weren't looking forward to a bit of it.

Sometime later, you were jolted awake by the sound of your window breaking, scattering glass all over the floor. The rain had turned to hail, and the wind was so bad a tree limb was thrown into your window. You step out into the hall in your nightgown, shaking your head. "Fuck me."

The man from the bus spots you in the hallway walking to you; he looks into your room and notices that the window is shattered. He looks you over, licking his lips- he looks back at the room, walking in, he grabs your belongings and makes sure everything is out of there, clean and clear. With your bag and phone in one hand, he grabs your wrist, and you yank back.

"Excuse me."

"You're going to come stay in my room."

"Are you asking me or telling me? The hotel owes me a room."

"You're standing here, in-" He gestures to your black silky, lacey, short nightgown. "that, you go ahead down to the front, or you can bite your CEO pride and stay the night with me."

"VP... not CEO..."

"Close enough. You coming?" He asked.

Crossing your arms, you follow, at first, you questioned how he knew you were what you were, but then you realized, when he gathered your things, small details like that were on some of your stuff. With your jaw clenched, you followed behind him.

"That's it, boss lady. Let's go."

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes a bit as you follow behind him and close the door behind you. "One bed?"

"Yup, one bed."

"Lovely." You let out a soft sigh and get in bed, sleeping on the very edge of the king-sized bed.

He climbs in bed and lays on his back, his arm behind his head. He looks over at you a moment. "Do you always have to control everything?"

"I am a woman of power... so yeah. I guess so."

"Want to see what it's like without power? Experience something new in your life?"

"What do you mean?" You ask.

He rolls over and places his hand on your back. When you don't push away, he moves it to your hip. Nothing. He smirks, and wraps his strong arms around you, and pulls you close. At first, you are tense, and then you melt against him.

"I see... If you think you can handle that." You chuckle softly. You turn over and roll him back onto his back and get on top straddling his hips, looking over this stranger's face. You move your hips a bit feeling him stiffen under you as he pushes his ups up against yours. With a chuckle, he literally rips the panties from you, the fabric brushing against your bud made you bite your lip, he moves his sweatpants down just enough to slip into you.

You let out a soft moan, biting your lip, your hands rest on his chest as you begin to rock your hips. He let you get away with this for a bit, but after a few moments, he noticed you were just using him for one thing, he knew you would get off, rollover, and fall asleep. Not tonight.

He grabbed your wrists, and rolled you over, and pinned you down. "No, I'm in control, you don't have power right now." He smirked. "Let go." He muttered over your lip as he kept your hands pinned above your head in one hand while the other gripped at you, feeling you under his fingertips. He growled softly as he started to thrust into you, pulling your leg up to get at a right angle.

Thrusting harder, and faster your body shook. He started to slow down a bit, holding you under him he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Standing he lifted your legs and used your body any way he desired, bending you, twisting you. Your moans escalated, echoed through the room. Your hands gripped at the bed. The only thing you could manage to mutter out. was. "Fuck, Sir, you feel so good." You didn't know what happened it just escaped.

This only fueled him. He wanted to feel your finish. He wanted to feel you explode all over his cock, and he told you just that.

"Cum, now." Not second-guessing it you released upon demand.

He was quick to pull out of you and get you on your knees sticking his cock in your mouth and released. His head fell back, running his hand through his long hair when he brought his head back down to look at you he smirked. "Good girl." He praised as he watched you swallow.

Looking over his face you stood up and smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. You made your way to lay in the bed and looked over him as he climbed in bed.

"What's your name?" You ask him.

"Ivar."

"I will remember that, I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh trust me girl, pleasure is all mine." He chuckled.

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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You know that Ivar x f reader and Roman x f reader soulmate request from last year? I’m finally expanding the snippet. The muse has appeared randomly tonight. Y’all this is gonna be a very long one shot. I’m at 5,129 words and not done yet!!!! I’m nearing the end though.

I’ll set up the queue so it can post through the weekend a few times. 💜 It’s been a while since I wrote this duo, I miss them.

If you wanna be tagged, ask below.

Read it here

#modern Ivar x f reader #Roman x f reader #ivar x f reader x Roman

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years

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I decided to empty my Google docs of all the stuff just sitting there. It’s gives me the option to delete it from there but still have it here if I want to continue.

So here is what I’m gonna do. I have lots of works in my Google docs and they’re really winding me up just sitting there. So I am going to post it all. Some have moodboards and some don’t. Some have chapters and some are just a paragraph or two. I’d like to clear out my docs hence why I’m dumping them all out here.

Use the tag #sami’s fic stash if you wanna filter it out. I’m going to schedule each fic so I don’t flood my blog and link them in here.

So welcome to:

Sami’s Fic Stash

Of unfinished fics.

Hold Me While You Wait. Modern au Hvitserk x F!Reader.

The Incalescence of You. A/B/O smut fest with plot. Alpha Kylo x Omega Reader and Alpha Hux x Omega Reader.

In the Wake of the Devil. Constantine/Star Wars au crossover. Exorcist!Hux x Psychic!Reader.

Dröttning. Ivar x English Princess!Reader and Hvitserk. It follows the the events of the Viking series from when they blood eagle King Ælle. I had hoped to finish it and maybe I will one day. I have written the ending though so spoilers. Read the warnings.

Kylo. Kylo Ren x F!Reader one shot. Smut, 18+

Matching Melodies. Armitage Hux x f!reader modern soulmate au.

#sami’s fic stash

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kaybee87 · 2 years

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No idea what this is or where it came from but let me know if you think it’s worthy of a part 2. Not proofread and I hate formatting on this hellsite.

Ivar x reader

Warnings: implied suicide, mental health issues and psychiatric ward but not detailed.

Therapy

He was seven when he met the girl, his parents had taken him to a private hospital specialising in all matters of mental health. He was sitting sulkily in the waiting room whilst his parents spoke with the receptionist, she seemed to appear out of nowhere, red dungarees, red canvas shoes and red ribbons in her lopsided pigtails. She stared at the metal cages on his legs and he was about to scream at her when she put her hand on one and whispered “these are so cool, did you do them?” She was running her fingers over the drawings his brothers had etched into the metal. He didn’t know how to respond, no one ever approached him, too busy laughing at him or being frightened by him. Admittedly they were mainly frightened of his demeanour not his legs but he’d found anger to be his go to emotion. Having not gained a response the girl continued, she told him her name and that she was five. He briefly wondered what she was doing there and why she was by herself but that thought was lost when she asked “what’s your name?” “Ivar,” he told her, still taken aback by her confidence. He didn’t say much to her even though she continued to talk to him, right up until a nurse came over and put her hand on shoulder. “There you are, you know you’re not supposed to be out here”. She ushered the girl away towards a set of doors, just as she walked through she looked in his direction with a sad pleading look in her eyes. He had weekly appointments at the hospital from then on but he didn’t see the little girl with the lopsided pigtails. Since that day though he swore his favourite colour was red. He once as a teenager saw a passing glimpse of a girl around his age through a window to the residential ward and for a moment allowed himself to believe it was her but of course she wouldn’t be there after all those years, would she?

A breakdown is how they were labelling it, to him though it was twenty one years of pain that had led to the bottle of pills. His brother had found him and his parents had instantly called the hospital who advised them to admit him straight away. Now making his way through the residential ward he’d only ever caught glimpses of previously he felt an anger rising stronger than ever before. An anger at his parents for allowing him to be put in this place, an anger at anyone who had ever taunted, jeered or even pitied him. An anger that he had been born with these useless legs in the first place. He wanted nothing more than to spend his time here holed up in his room but part of the treatment plan was both private and group therapy sessions and apparently the constant nagging to go into communal areas. He’d been here a few days mainly keeping to himself when a quiet voice said “you have braces now but there are no drawings”. He whipped his head up so fast he thought he might snap his own neck standing in front of him was a young woman wearing jeans with a red sweater and red shoes, there was no doubt in his mind that this was the girl he’d been thinking of for the past fourteen years. He spoke your name like a prayer leaving his lips. You giggled at his reaction “Hi Ivar, didn’t think I’d see you on this side, always thought you were one of the lucky ones”.

#vikings fanfiction #vikings #vikings fic #modern vikings #vikings modern au #ivar x f!reader #modern ivar x reader #ivar x reader #ivar x you

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axelsagewrites · 26 days

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Where Am I?*Part Four

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn

Word count: 2146

Warnings: drinking, Sigurd making a cripple joke, drunk reader

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Part one Part two Part three

Masterlist Here

Something your arrival seemed to have distracted from was the success of the latest raid. “You’ll love it,” Hvitserk told you over breakfast. He, you had soon noticed, was the only morning person of the bunch. Ivar looked even more homicidal while Sigurd was still too asleep to piss him off. Meanwhile Ubbe was still in bed, threatening to cut off whoever’s hand tried to wake him, “We pull out all the stops. Wines, mead, ale, -“

“Is anything not alcohol related?” you joked just as Bjorn walked in. You’d honestly expected him to have breakfast with his father, but Bjorn said nothing as he took a seat beside you. You knew he was tall but him sitting shoulder to shoulder with you made you realise just how not only tall, but wide he was. The man was built like a bear.

“Hello?” Hvitserk said, waving his hand in front of your eyes, “I swear none of you appreciate the morning,” he tutted.

“Die,” Ivar grunted, earning an agreement from Sigurd. You chuckled a little at seeing them finally on the same side.

Still, you shot Hvitserk an apologetic smile. “Sorry Hvitserk I just spaced out,”

“Spaced out?” He asked, even Bjorn looking down in confusion.

“Like got distracted?”

Hvitserk nodded in understanding, but Bjorn wasn’t satisfied, his head tilting even further in confusion. “Why do you say ‘like’ all the time? You always say like at the start of everything its strange,”

“I guess it’s like,” you said, pausing to chuckle at the accident though he didn’t laugh, “I don’t know it’s just how we talk where I’m from. Like how in every conversation someone threatens someone’s life here,” you said, finally earning a crack of a smile from him, “Where I’m from that would be the weird thing,”

“It’s not as if we mean it,” Hvitserk said.

“It’s brotherly love,” You turned to look at Ivar and Sigurd who both just kind of shrugs.

“It’s something all right,” Sigurd muttered. Ivar’s glare said enough on his behalf.

You ignored them both and turned back to Hvitserk with a laugh. After all they were brothers after all. It was all just talk. Surely. “So, if I go wake Ubbe up right now he won’t actually cut off my hand?” This time they all shared a concerned look. Okay maybe not.

“Take back up with you,” Ivar said. “Just encase,”

You sighed and rolled your eyes at the dramatics of all of them “Seriously? Right come on then,” you said, nodding your head at Ivar as you stood.

For a moment you actually saw a slight look of fear wash over his face, “But I’m still eating,” he tried to weasel his way out of it making Sigurd laugh. That was until you turned to him, hands on hip and his eyes suddenly dipped to the floor and the laughing stopped.

You threw your hands up, “He cannot be that bad!” you protested as you headed to Ubbe’s room.

As you headed for the door you heard someone’s chair scrape against the floor following you. You knocked on the door before quickly pushing it open, “Rise and shine sunshine- “

A loud groan came from the lump under the furs that was presumably the grumpy Ubbe everyone had warned you about. He quickly went to sit up and you jumped back when you saw the axe in his hand. Right back into what you soon realised was Bjorn’s chest.

Realization dawned over Ubbe’s face when he saw you, “Oh,” he said, dropping the axe onto the furs, “Sorry I didn’t realise it was you,” he mumbled, collapsing back into bed.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you mumbled, stepping away from Bjorn and hoping he didn’t see the blush covering your cheeks from the previous closeness. Then they went even redder when Ubbe sat up in bed and you realised he had nothing on. “I’m just gonna,” you span around, trying to leave, before almost smacking right back into Bjorn’s chest. You almost gulped before looking up at him, “Sorry,” you mumbled, rushing out past him, not noticing the smirk on Bjorn’s face or the way Ubbe laughed at your antics.

Ivar had finished eating by the time you’d returned, and you very quickly insisted on him showing you the market like he’d promised last night. He almost jumped at the chance and debated flinging his knife into Sigurd’s chest when he insisted on joining you both. However, you weren’t out for long before Aslaug sent a thrall to fetch you.

Aslaug had arranged for you to receive another dress for tonight’s festivities since “our guests represent our honour,” and you weren’t going to turn down the clean clothes.

The boys had gone out to do some training leaving you to get ready. You debated doing some makeup, you did have a couple items in your bag after all. “What is that?” Aslaug asked as she and a woman you recognised as Helga walked into the room. You’d been sat at a table in the middle of the house to utilise the little light inside and hadn’t heard them walk in, “Its eyeliner,” you said, showing them the black on your eyes, “Like how you use charcoal on yours,”

“Can I watch?” Helga asked, excitement written on her face as she sat across from you, “What’s this?” she asked, picking up the liquid blush, “It’s so bright!”

“It’s blush,” you laughed, “It’s for your cheeks,”

Aslaug sat next to her, eyeing over the cosmetics, “Like berries?”

“Kind of?” you said, gently taking it out of Helga’s hand so you could put it on to show them,

“See?” you asked patting it in, “Same sort of thing but this lasts a bit longer,”

“Can we try some?” Helga asked and even Aslaug looked interested at the idea. For the next while you helped them apply some moisturiser and blush to ease them into it. you were honestly scared to show them your eyeshadow pallet considering how Helga reacted to a pink blush.

then it was your turn. Apparently, the hair problem was long overdue. Helga was gentle when she brushed but you winced as Aslaug took over the intricate braids. “Do all girls fuss where you’re from?”

By the time she was done however you had to admit it looked beautiful. “You almost look like one of us,” there was almost fondness in Aslaug smile.

Helga looked up with a large grin, “You’ll get used to the pain. You looked wonderful though,”

Walking into the bustling hall by Aslaug’s side was both comforting and terrifying. On one hand it meant no one would question you but on the other, everyone was staring. When the boys finally returned Hvitserk was the first to greet you and you happily accepted the ale he offered.

You were sat at a table with the five of them, Hvitserk and Ivar on either side of you, and Bjorn, Ubbe, and Sigurd across from you. However, something the group were quickly realising was their tolerance to ale was far higher than yours. “Do you not drink where you’re from?” Ubbe teased as your cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

“We do! I swear I’m not a lightweight. This stuffs just strong!” you laughed.

Apparently, the laugh was infectious as soon they were all giggly. All but Bjorn but for once there was a permanent smile on his face, “What’s a lightweight?” Bjorn asked.

“Someone who can’t hold their alcohol,” you told him, very matter of factly making them all laugh at your drunken confidence, “You lot wouldn’t last one second on a night out at my campus. I’m talking tequila shots, body shots, Jello shots,” you began to drunkenly list off as the boys tilted their heads in amused confusion.

“What’s a shot?” Hvitserk asked making you face palm.

“Oh, I have so much to teach you,”

Unfortunately, while the boys were great company and had adjusted well to you being in their groups your presence seemed to disrupt everyone else. It was Hvitserk who first noticed everyone staring at you, but you were too tipsy too care. However, as Ivar and Ubbe drank more both began to glare at the men whose eyes stayed too long.

Despite all the boys warning you about Ivar’s temper they all seemed to ignore Ubbe’s even when he insisted on you all leaving because a drunken Viking tried to hit on you. You however were happy enough to follow them all the edge of the lake and sit on the cold sand with a flask of ale being passed around.

As you were all walking down to the lake Hvitserk, and Sigurd were in a heated debate over which slave girl was hotter while Ubbe carried a giggling Ivar on his back. somehow, you’d ended up at the back of the pack, stumbling down the hill beside Bjorn.

“Woah,” he gasped, grabbing your waist before you could stumble and fall over a tree branch. “Steady,”

“Careful Bjorn,” you grinned up at him, holding onto the arm he offered you so you wouldn’t risk falling again, “Someone might think we’re friends,” you teased.

A smirk quickly showed on his face, a teasing light in his eyes, “Oh? Are we not friends already? I am wounded,”

“Friends don’t try kill their friends,” you pouted but you weren’t able to keep the charade up for long before grinning again like a Cheshire cat.

Bjorn just rolled his eyes with a smile however, “We weren’t friends then. We are now,”

“So, you won’t try kill me again?”

Another eye roll, “I won’t try kill you, no,” he said, shaking his head as he helped you to where the rest of the group had begun to sit.

“Pinky promise?” you asked, pulling out of his grip and extending his arm.

His eyes narrowed, head tilting, “What’s a pinkie promise?”

“Its where,” you said, stepping closer to grab his hand, “You lock pinkies,” you said wrapping yours around his, not noticing the smile on his face, “And promise something. And if you break it, I get to break your pinkie,”

“So, an oath?”

“An oath with a threat,”

“Of breaking a finger?”

“Pinkie specifically but yes,” you grinned, “So do you promise?”

“I promise,”

“Good,” you grinned, pulling your pinkie away from his grip before turning to join the group. You plopped down on the ground next to Ivar who was staring off into the sea, “Hi,” you grinned.

Ivar turned to you, laughing when he saw the wide grin on your cheeks, “Hello,” you could hear a slight drunken slur in his words. “Want some?” he asked, passing you, his ale.

You gladly accepted it, taking a drink of the alcohol you first hated but soon grew to love, “Thanks. You’re always so sweet to me,” you smiled before taking a drink, missing the way Ivar’s cheeks went red at your sweet words. Sigurd however didn’t want you to miss it.

“Aww look at the cripple,” he teased making Ivar scowl, “He’s blushing like a baby,”

You passed Ivar his drink back, noticing how tense his jaw was and quickly checking to see how close he was to his axe. After all you didn’t need to be here when the fall out happened, “Why do you care so much Sigurd?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

Everyone’s eyes seemingly went wide, shocked that your bubbly attitude had so quickly dropped. “you don’t get it,” he tried to brush off, “you’re not from here,”

“Then explain it to me,” you said, sitting up straight, “Explain what’s so funny about Ivar’s legs. Ill wait,”

“Well its just,” he tried to stutter earning a snigger from Hvitserk, “I don’t know it just is. Why do you care?”

You were honestly a bit hurt by that, “because he’s, my friend?” you said it like a question because the answer seemed so obvious.

“Okay well I’m sorry,” Sigurd shrugged, his eyes focused on the ground.

Luckily the night quickly moved on from the brief ugly confrontation however Ivar couldn’t get the reaction out of his mind. He was so used to fighting his own battles that he never even expected someone else to back him up, let alone speak up before him. Despite his bruised ego Sigurd thankfully stayed civil for the rest of the night.

A few hours passed before you all decided to walk home. You were in a world of your own at this point, your eyes fixed on how bright the night sky was with stars with no city skyline or factory gases to ruin your view. You didn’t even notice the stares from the boys or hear Hvitserk and Ubbe talk about how you stood up to Sigurd. For the first time this week you didn’t have a care in the world.

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jadelynlace · 3 months

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Full-Term⎮Ink Drinker Blurb⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]