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Forever (Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I swear I'm the worst with the titles 😂 I’m really sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else which made sense. Anyway, it took me a few days but here it is; I wrote this a while ago, and it was in my drafts, after reading it I quite liked it so I thought why not post it? I hope you like it♥️

It doesn’t follow the original storyline! And the ending might be disappointing, I'm truly sorry.

Warnings: fluff, a bit of smut, soft Ivar (Ivar and Sigurd might be out of character sorry).

Words: 3833 -too long maybe sorry-

gif belongs to @honestsycrets

The dress was white and gold. It was soft to the touch and it hugged your body softly. It was perfect, like a second skin. When your fingers caressed the material. It was comforting how soft it was. You had never worn anything like that.

It had cleavage, the golden embroidery hugged the dress collar, and when you looked into the mirror, you felt beautiful. You even dared to compare yourself to Freyja, but kept your mouth shut, with your lips curving upwards as Aslaug braided your hair. She did it carefully, letting you relax as she combed your hair and hummed softly. She had gifted you one of her necklaces. A beautiful blue gem with a gold chain, which you felt nearly burning against your chest, it was a bit heavy, but its weight was somehow comforting, like someone squeezing your hand when you were nervous. Torvi had applied some kohl on your eyes, after you finished the traditional bath with flowers floating on the water. It had been nice, and the smell made you relax after an entire night awake, staring at the dark ceiling with widened eyes.

"Oh, look at you!" The exclamation startled you, and you looked away from the mirror and looked at the entrance of the royal chambers, where Aslaug insisted you stayed. Helga was there, with a crown made of flowers on her hands and a big, excited smile on her face "You look so beautiful, Y/N" she left the crown on the wooden table in front of you, moving to look at your face more closely.

"Thank you, Helga" you smiled nervously.

"He's a very lucky man" she took your hand, squeezing it "Everything will be alright"

"Indeed he's a lucky man" Aslaug spoke softly behind you "My son must be beloved by the Gods, for them to put you into his path, I'm really happy he found you"

"Thanks, Queen Aslaug" you muttered, your voice shaking as you remembered what day was.

"Y/N, please" she sighed "Call me Aslaug, you'll be my daughter when the sun sets today, so stop with the formalities"

You blushed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just used to it"

"I know" she smiled brightly "Don't be nervous, child, everything will be fine"

Aslaug finished your braids. She left part of your hair loose, braiding only some locks and leaving out some others to frame your face. Then Helga helped her to put the flower crown on top of your head, careful to not ruin the small braids.

"You're ready" your soon mother-in-law smiled widely, putting her hands on your shoulders as you looked at your reflection on the mirror, trying to control your breathing.

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Ubbe smiled and had to hold back a laugh when Ivar jumped hearing someone approaching the small clearing surrounded by high trees.

"They're just the guests, Ivar, relax" he chuckled "You'll know when she comes"

His little brother had a strange expression on his face. It reminded him of a deer scared when it saw a hunter, with widened eyes and easily startled. He was nervous, he had been nervous for days, and though Ubbe had seen Ivar nervous a few times, he couldn't recall seeing him so stressed.

"What if she doesn't come?" He frowned, looking at the narrow path between the trees from which you'd come, now full of people who chatted and laughed cheerfully while they made their way to the clearing.

"She will come, Ivar" Ubbe rolled his eyes "Why wouldn't she?"

Ivar stayed silent, though his brother knew what was on his mind. He just couldn't believe someone like you was going to marry him, a cripple, that you chose him over his brothers and over all those men in Kattegat.

He was leaning on his crutch, with his braces painfully digging into his legs through the material of his trousers. He had been in pain that morning, but he wanted to stand while marrying you, though you had insisted he sat down, to avoid hurting himself. He didn't listen to you or his mother, as always.

Though he wouldn't complain, not even when the braces bothered him even more than usually, as his clothes weren't as thick and strong. He was wearing a dark tunic, all black, with his also dark hair braided, though he felt a bit naked without his axe -he had hidden a small but letal knife in one of his boots, just in case- and he would have preferred to stand without his crutches. But he tried his best to look presentable, because you didn't deserve any less.

As the guests filled the clearing, he saw Helga approaching, next to his mother, and he tensed up. Torvi had arrived a few minutes earlier, smiling excitedly as she stopped next to Björn, always keeping an eye on their children, who ran around the clearing, and cradling her baby in her arms. Ivar gulped when he saw the baby. Would he be able to see you with a child in your arms too? With his child?

Aslaug had tears on her eyes when she stopped in front of him, caressing his cheeks lovingly, as she did when he was a child.

"Mother" he frowned, moving his head away from her hands. She smiled and kissed his forehead.

"She's beautiful, and she's on her way" she whispered to him, just before moving to stand between Ubbe and Hvitserk, who was nibbling on an apple and looked a bit bored.

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Was it you or it was hotter than usually? You had to breathe deeply a few times to avoid throwing up. Floki was standing next to you, a funny expression on his face as he watched you whisper some curses and pace around the entrance to the woods.

"Are you finished or you need to pray to the Christian God too?" He chuckled as you practically threatened Freyja to bless your marriage.

"I'm nervous" you frowned, not really finding his teasing funny "Weren't you nervous on your wedding day?"

"No" he shrugged and you raised an eyebrow "But I wasn't going to marry Ivar the Boneless either, you can't really compare Helga with Ivar"

You sighed. He was right, Helga was far less complicated than Ivar.

"We should go now, everyone is already there, waiting for you" he winked at you pointing at the forest with his head "And I think Ivar will panic if you don't show up now"

You nodded, taking a deep breath again before Floki put his hand on your shoulder.

And you started walking.

Ivar was standing. That was the first thing you noticed when you entered the clearing, jumping a bit when everyone started cheering and clapping loudly. The second thing you noticed was that he widened his eyes and licked his lips nervously when he saw you. You smiled at him, trying to calm him down, and also made a mental note to scold him later for using the braces and standing for so long.

"Who gives this woman away?" the volvä asked cheerfully, as Floki giggled and pushed you to stand in front of Ivar, inside the circle drawn on the floor with stones, carved with runes, to ask for Thor's protection.

"I do" he gave her the rings, patting Ivar's back with a smile. Ivar's lips curved slightly when Floki left to stand next to Helga after giving him an affectionate slap on his head.

The volvä turned to wet the rings with the blood of the sacrifices made in honor to Freyja and Freyr to ask them to bless your union. Ivar looked at you then, a genuine smile plastered on his face. His intense blue eyes fixed on yours, making you calm down instantly, with another small smile on your lips.

You only stopped looking at each other when Ubbe stepped closer to you, an old sword on his hands. Ivar took the sword, grunting as he had to lean into his crutch a bit more.

"You must hold this sword, Y/N" the volvä put a hand on your arm a smile on her lips "To ask the Gods to bless your marriage and give you many children" people cheered again, and it brought a big smile to your lips. Then Torvi stepped, with a newly forged sword that she presented to you "And you must offer this new sword to your husband, Ivar, to transfer the power of protection over you to him"

You took the sword Ivar offered you. It was a bit more heavy than the new one, but you grabbed its handle firmly before offering yours to Ivar, who had only one hand free.

Crossing the blades, Ivar's eyes didn't leave your face as the volvä put the rings on the tip of the swords. Then she put a hand on Ivar's shoulder, making him look at her.

"Do you swear, Ivar son of Ragnar, that you wish to marry this woman in the eyes of the Gods?"

"I swear" he spoke firmly "With the Gods as my witnesses"

The volvä nodded, turning to hold your face between her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Y/N, do you swear you want to marry this man, asking the Gods to bless your marriage and give you many many children?"

"I swear" you nodded.

The guests cheered again, this time clapping and yelling loudly. But you couldn't take your eyes off of Ivar.

"Now, the rings!" The volvä announced.

Ivar looked at the ring placed on the tip of the sword. He couldn't reach for it, as he needed to hold onto his crutch or he would fall down. You noticed his hesitation and took both rings, taking his sword to let it on the ground before leaving yours too, giving him your ring and extending your hand.

Ivar put the ring in your finger, with a small smile on his lips. When you put the other ring in his, the volvä clapped.

"Now you are married!" She yelled, splattering some of the blood in both Ivar's and yours faces.

The crowd cheered again, this time even more loudly, and you could see Aslaug with a wide smile, clapping, just before Ivar cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours, sealing your vows with a kiss.

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Usually, the feast would be celebrated in the house of the newlyweds, but the house for you and Ivar wasn't ready yet -he needed to marry you as soon as possible, he couldn't wait until the stupid house was built- so Aslaug kindly offered you to celebrate the feast in the Great Hall. It was beautifully decorated, but crowded, and you were slightly nervous with everyone's attention on you. You ate slowly, looking around the hall and squeezing Ivar's hand, who knew you didn't like crowds and had put his hand on your knee, caressing it softly with his thumb.

"Maybe you should stop with the mead" Ivar smiled as you thanked the thrall who filled your cup and drank it quickly "I still need you awake later"

His words and what he was implying made you blush, looking around afraid of someone hearing him.

"I'm sorry, you're right" you sighed.

"Hey, I'm joking" he chuckled "You can drink as much as you want, Y/N"

Ivar joking. You had to blink twice to realize you hadn't imagined that.

He was definitely in a good mood, he even joked with Hvitserk and Sigurd for a while before eating, and he was calm and relaxed. You liked it.

Before you could answer him, someone approached the table, interrupting you. A cheerful giggle revealed Floki before you could even turn around to look at him. Helga was by his side, smiling widely.

"Floki, Helga" Ivar greeted them with a smile, and chuckled when Floki hit his head softly "Thank you, for being by our side today and for everything you've done"

"Yes, we could never repay you for everything you did for us" you smiled, too, thanking the ones that had played the role of your parents most of your life "Thank you, Helga, for helping me to get ready and thank you, Floki, for giving me away to my husband"

"It was an honor, your marriage it's blessed by the Gods" Floki giggled again "I know it, everyone here knows it, this was the Gods' will, I was only doing what they wanted me to"

"Even so, thank you, Floki" Ivar nodded, and everyone could see he meant it.

"I have something for you, Y/N" Floki took something out of his pocket, and you widened your eyes.

"I told you it wasn't necessary..."

"Hush, child" he rolled his eyes as he extended his hand. Helga giggled next to him.

It was a necklace. The pendant was handmade, you could guess by just looking at it.

"Mjölnir" you said softly, caressing the small hammer that hang from the rope, similar to the one Ivar had around his neck "Thank you, Floki"

"I'm sure Thor will protect you, but just in case" he winked at you.

"Thanks"

"Stop saying that, child"

Helga caressed your cheek, leaning into the table to kiss it, smiling.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N, and I hope you both have a long and happy marriage"

You took her hand and squeezed it.

"Now, stop with the happy moments, let's feast" Floki took Ivar's cup and raised it "To the newlyweds!" He yelled, making everyone look at him and raise their cups "Skål!"

"Skål!"

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The last one who approached the table was Sigurd. Ubbe and Hvitserk had gifted Ivar a pair of new braces, which made Ivar's eyes brighten up and no one could stop him from trying them on. They were stronger, and more comfortable. Then Björn gave him a dagger. Ivar didn't really expect his half brother to give him any gift, but accepted the dagger and both of them talked for a while. Margrethe gave you a beautiful blue dress and Torvi gifted you a whole armor. You had been training with Ivar and his brothers, and sometimes with Torvi. You were quite good with the sword.

You didn't expect Sigurd to approach you. Surely he was always polite to you, but his relationship with Ivar wasn't very good... He came, though, and left his oud -which he had been playing during the whole feast- next to him on the floor.

He cleared his throat and Ivar raised his eyebrow, ready for one of his comments.

"I just wanted to congratulate you both" he spoke softly "Y/N, welcome to the family, you look stunning today"

"Thank you, Sigurd" you smiled at him, squeezing Ivar's hand "And thank you for playing for us during the feast, you're truly a great musician"

Sigurd smiled at you, a genuine smile you didn't see very often on him.

"It was my pleasure" he nodded at you and his eyes turned to Ivar "Take care of her, brother, I'm happy for you"

You glanced at Ivar, who seemed surprised by his brother's words.

"Thank you" he frowned a bit, confused. But what Sigurd did then confused him even more.

The axe was beautiful, it was light, with the head bright and the blade was sharp. The wooden handle was polished and shined under the light of the candles.

"I wanted to give you this new axe, as a gift, for when we go on the next raid" Sigurd cleared his throat again "It's light but strong, and you shouldn't have any problem using it from your chariot"

Ivar took it, caressing the head of the axe softly.

"I..." He licked his lips, out of words "I appreciate this, thank you"

Sigurd nodded, and both brothers looked at each other in the eye. It was the first conversation they had in front of you in which they didn't argue, and you were a bit surprised, with widened eyes and lips parted.

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"I wasn't expecting that" Ivar muttered, looking at the axe Sigurd gave him.

He was sitting in bed, his fingers fought with his braces to take them off. You were combing your hair, softly undoing the small braids and the knots, but stopped to turn around and look at him with a small smile.

"It was very nice of him, he's your brother after all"

"Yeah" he shrugged, shaking his head and grunting softly when he took off one of the braces "I think we'll go back to fighting tomorrow, though"

Rolling your eyes, you finished undoing the braids, leaving the wavy locks loose.

"I didn't expect anything else"

You stood up from your chair, walking over to him and putting his hands away to help him with his other brace. Ivar looked at you intensely, with his lips parted and his eyes clouded because of the mead.

When his legs were finally free, he moaned out loud, and his hands sneaked around your waist as soon as you got up.

"Why are you still dressed?" His lips were now attached to your chest, kissing down the cleavage of your dress.

"I like this dress" you muttered, a dreamy smile on your lips -probably, the result of so many cups of mead- "It's so beautiful"

"I must admit, you look gorgeous with this dress" Ivar smiled against your skin "For a moment, I believed Freyja had descended to Midgard to marry me, and then I realized you looked even more beautiful than Freyja"

You rolled your eyes, giggling when he bit your collarbone.

"I already married you, Ivar"

"The fact that you're now my wife stops me from saying the truth?" He asked, tilting his head as his deep blue eyes fixed on yours "I'm being honest, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, to me"

Cupping his face with both your hands, you kissed his full lips, smiling into the kiss as his hands travelled down your waist, the curve of your ass and your thighs, only to stop at the back of your knees, pushing you forward to straddle his waist.

When you felt his hands roaming over your body, you took his wrists, breaking the kiss.

"Let me undress first, I don't want you to rip it" you giggled as he pouted.

"I'll buy you thousands of dresses like this one"

"I don't want thousands of dresses, Ivar, I like this one because your mother gave it to me and because is the one I was wearing when I married you"

He nearly smiled at that, but managed to hide it and let you get up from the bed, carefully undoing the ties of the dress to let it fall down to your ankles. Ivar intended to take off his own clothes, but he was too distracted gawking at your now naked body. You were confident enough to stand naked before him, but you still blushed when he looked at you like that. As if you were a goddess he was eager to worship.

"Now it's your turn, I don't want to rip your clothes either"

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Ivar's chest looked like it was sculpted by the Gods. The black lines of ink that crossed his chest and ended on his back were nearly hypnotizing to you. Your fingers ghosted over his warm, sun-kissed skin. With his lips attached to your neck and his hands roaming over your thighs, under the thick furs and around his waist.

Usually, Ivar wasn't patient when it came to you. The sex you had had before had been rough, fast and needy, but that night he couldn't rush things. He needed to feel you, all of you, to hear your moans and focus on your pleasure, to print the softness of your skin on his mind. After making love to you twice, he finally let you straddle him, with his cock still fully erect nestled against your wet entrance, teasing you.

Ivar made the act of breathing an impossible task when he kissed any part of your body. His lips were just intoxicating, with only a coupe of kisses he was able to turn you into a moaning mess, thrusting your hips into his, desperate to feel him inside you again.

Ivar smiled when you moaned his name into his ear again. This time sounded needy, like a pleading. He kissed your lips again, his tongue bushing against yours as his hand sneaked between your bodies, to alienate himself against your sex again, entering you slowly.

You broke the kiss, closing your eyes tightly and biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud. You were oversensitive after the three orgasms Ivar gave you -one with his mouth and fingers and another two with his cock- and he moved so slowly that your legs started trembling even before he was completely inside you.

Ivar waited for you, until you were comfortable enough to start moving your hips against his. Then he started moaning too, and his fingers dig into your waist, as the hand he had between the both of you found your clit. One of his fingers pressed into it, moving in circles to help you find your fourth orgasm as soon as possible -he wouldn't last too much, with you riding him, moaning and with your hair disheveled, and with your warm walls clenching around him-.

"I love you" you moaned, panting on his ear, moaning quietly when he rewarded you with an extra hard thrust.

"I love you too" Ivar hid his face into your neck "My beautiful wife"

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"I'm going to miss you" you muttered, your eyelids already heavy with sleep and your head leant on Ivar's chest "When you go raiding, I'm gonna miss you so much"

He smiled, his eyes already closed and his hands around your shoulders, pressing you close to him.

You had insisted on going raiding with him and his brothers for years, training very hard to show him you were ready, but Ivar kept saying no. He couldn't even imagine what would happen if you were hurt, or worse. He couldn't even bear the thought of losing you, and at the same time he knew you were fully capable of taking care of yourself, but the worry was still there.

"Maybe not as much as you think" he muttered, his lips pressed against your head.

"What do you mean?" You were too sleepy to argue with him or even open your eyes to beg him to take you with them.

"You'll see tomorrow, my love" he smirked, kissing your temple lovingly as he feel your body relax completely against his. Ivar also closed his eyes, letting himself fall asleep still holding you close, with a smile on his lips imagining your face when he gave to you the sword he had made for you. And imagining your excitement when he told you that he wasn't planning on leaving you in Kattegat any time soon.

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Also, I researched as much as I could about viking weddings but I couldn’t find much, so I just mixed up a bit what I found and adapted it. If someone knows something else, feel free to share it with us, please!💜 Also, it’s not my best work and the ending sucks a bit, but I really hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for the delay, btw! I’m not at home and I have problems with the internet!

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