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Ivar the Boneless (5)

Title: Gods’ Plan

Character: Ivar the Boneless

Summary: You’re drawn to Ivar when you first see him.

[[Steamy Request]]

Word Count: 1.166

You had heard Ivar the Boneless was a beast of a man, a monster who thrived on blood- even the blood of his own brother. It was said he could trick an army into killing themselves with his silver tongue and can conquer a whole kingdom in one day. 

Watching as he stabbed his way into the crown room, his braces scrapping against the floor, you couldn’t help but believe the rumors to be true. He looked like the monster he was said to be, slithering on the floor, his full lips pulled up into a snarl. To be honest, it was almost as terrifying as it was exciting. Though he was crippled, the power coming off of the man before you had made you breathless. 

As loyal as you were to Lagertha, something about Ivar made you question your choice. Perhaps the Gods had more plans for Ivar than simply being the crippled son of Ragnar. You were so drawn to the man that you also wondered if the Gods had more plans for you as well besides being a sword for Lagertha.

“You should have taken the challenge, my Queen,” Astrid hissed after the scene with Ivar had ended and you all retired for the night. “Make an example out of the brat so that they know not even a son of Ragnar can disrespect you without consequence.”

You scoffed then, rolling your eyes at the idea. “Always the one to jump to punishments aren’t we, Astrid. Try to think of the bigger picture won’t you?”

“What bigger picture?” Astrid growled, her eyes narrowing at you. “Punishment is necessary or everyone is going to think they can do it.”

You met her glare with one of your own and pushed off the wall you were leaning against. “Punishment of a son of Ragnar would lead to his brothers becoming hostile too. Don’t be so daft.” You spat out.

“Ladies,” Lagertha’s calm voice rang out. “My decision is final, everything else does not matter.”

It was no secret that you weren’t too fond of Astrid. Clicking your tongue, you turned to exit the building. “I’m going then if that’s all we’re talking about.”

“Wait,” Lagertha’s voice stopped you, “do me a favor and watch the youngest boy would you? Ivar might cause some problems.”

“Might?” Astrid chuckled, obviously still lingering on the idea of punishing the man as you made your way out. “I’d say he’s definitely going to cause us problems, my Queen.”

“As you wish,” you muttered to Lagertha, ignoring Astrid’s comment and promptly exiting.

Stepping outside the hut, you paused for a second a smug smile starting to take form on your lips. 

“Have you always been so nosy, boy?”

Ivar’s form creeped out of the shadows, a scowl on his sculpted face. “Who’s a boy?”

“You shouldn’t be out here, Ivar,” you said, ignoring him. “It wouldn’t help your case if Lagertha found you snooping around.”

Ivar’s rough hand then wrapped around your ankle and tugged you off balance, your body hitting the ground hard. Quickly, Ivar slithered his way up your body and wrapped his hands around your neck. 

“I should just kill you then, rat.” Ivar hissed into your ear. “Then I wouldn’t have to worry about your Queen,” he sneered sarcastically, “finding out I was out here in the first place.”

His blue eyes widened in surprise when you gave a chuckle, “Killing me would do you no good, son of Ragnar. One warrior in a sea of thousands, if I were to fall another will take my place.”

Your words were true, your importance being minimal compared to that of Astrid and Torvi. While you were of slightly higher rank than an average shieldmaiden, you wouldn’t say you were invaluable to Lagertha’s campaign.

Wrapping your leg around Ivar’s waist, you twisted your body until you were on top of him. Your legs pinned his arms to his side and your hands made sure his chest stayed down. “Besides, what makes you think you could kill me, Ivar the Boneless?”

Your face didn’t show it but Ivar did put up quite a fight as he struggled on the floor.

“Wench, I could kill you with my eyes closed!” He growled, the muscles in his jaw clenching with his effort. 

Rolling your head back, you decided to have a little fun. You slowly rocked your hips against his, snickering slightly as he froze.

“You’re in no position to make threats.” You breathed out. 

Looking back into Ivar’s now glazed eyes as he watched you, you bent forward as if to kiss him. It was almost too easy as he naturally tipped his head back a bit, his lips seeking yours. However, before they could even touch, you pulled back completely and rose to your feet. 

“Go home Ivar,” you smirked, walking away with a chuckle as Ivar growled behind you. “Perhaps we will talk again.”

Suddenly, your feet were swept out from under you, your back hitting the solid ground roughly. 

“How dare you turn your back on me,” Ivar spat, his nose almost touching yours. “I’m not a dog you can tease!”

You couldn’t help but feel excited as his rough hand gripped your wrists rightly above your head, his other digging into your cheek as he gripped your face.  Your mouth’s clashed together, his canine cutting your bottom lip.

The added taste of blood seemed to spur the beast on as he ravished your mouth. His hand left your face only to wrap around your beck, his hand giving a sudden squeeze for a split moment before continuing it’s route to your breast. 

His touch was strong as he palmed you causing a moan to bellow out before you could stop it.

“Moaning like a whore,” Ivar snickered against your lips, tilting his head. “What would your Queen think?”

“Perhaps she’d pity me for being attracted to such a cripple,” You jested back, arching your back so that your hips met his. 

At the use of the word, Ivar gave a harsh nip to your neck while grounding hard into your core, “Such bold words for a whore.”

You laughed, enjoying yourself, “Yes, well a woman has needs and any man would do.“

Ivar pulled back, glaring at you. “I am more than a simple man.”

You sobered up, seeing a bit of hurt in Ivar’s eyes.

“Yes,” You agreed, knowing, “perhaps the Gods have gifted you in other ways.”

And with that, you used Ivar’s distraction to break his hold on your wrists. In a single, fluid motion that only years of training could achieve, you were back on your feet. 

“I’ve decided I’ll have you, shieldmaiden,” Ivar smirks, his voice barely loud enough for you to hear as you walked away. His voice hardly containing his excitement at the challenge.

While you were now positive the Gods have different plans for you by Ivar’s side, you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled over and jest one more time, “We shall see, Prince Ivar.”

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Ivar the Boneless (4)

Title: Married, Divorced, Then Free

Character: Ivar the Boneless feat. Hvitserk

Summary: You’re married to Hvitserk but in love with Ivar and Ragnar and Aslaug truly love each other.[[Requested]]

Word Count: 1.550

  It was getting harder and harder to pretend that you were happy. You were tired of the act you put on in front of everyone, tired of choosing to fulfill a promise instead of pursuing your own happiness. It also hurt knowing that this sham of a marriage also affected others.

A promise made between your fathers, you were arranged to marry Hvitserk as a way of solidifying your father’s loyalty to the great Ragnar and his wife, Aslaug. While you were married to one brother, you were in love with the other. A love that was returned briefly before the world seemed to have exploded. Yelling, crying, and countless hours of wondering why this had to happen to you, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to betray your father. Hvitserk was who your father had chosen before he had disappeared at sea, leaving you and your mother behind. You had to respect his final wishes. 

“You’ve been staring at nothing for a while dear,” Aslaug whispers softly.

Her voice brought you out of your thoughts, your eyes focusing in on the smiling mother of your husband. “Oh, sorry. I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”

“Ah, yes,” Aslaug smiled, her eyes watching Ragnar as he laughed from across the room. “Has love been keeping you up, child?”

“I guess you could say that,” you sighed, a flare of envy rising as they shared a loving gaze.

It was clear how much they loved on another from the way they seemed to gravitate towards one another and the shared looks. Despite the rumors of bewitchment, one look at Ragnar and Aslaug interacting together would put them to rest. You wanted that- to be able to gaze into someone’s eyes knowing that they loved you back just as much. Was that so wrong? 

“The first few years of marriage are always the hardest,” Aslaug said, her attention drifting back to you. “You’re learning to be with each other in a different way. It’s no longer you and him, it’s the both of you together as one.”

As she said this, your eyes drifted away to another one of her sons. Ivar sat among his brothers, his untouched ale still grasped in his hands and his attention focused on the table. Occasionally, he would respond to something his brothers say, his face usually taking on a scowl as he snapped back at them. However, even as his lips raised into a snarl and his eyes narrowed into a glare he was still the most handsome man you have seen. And, to be honest, you loved him. Worse of all, you knew he loved you back and it hurt knowing that you were ruining him. Tearing him up on the inside as he watched you act out the love-struck wife of his brother.

Taking a deep breath, you plastered a smile on your lips and turned back to your mother-in-law. “I’m feeling a bit stuffy. If you’d excuse me, I’d like to go get some air.”

“Of course,” Aslaug nodded. “While you’re out there, tell that husband of yours to rejoin the party. He’s been outside long enough and the Gods only know what trouble my son can find himself in once he’s indulged in his drink.”

Your laugh sounded forced but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you stepped away with a nod. You could feel Ivar’s gaze pierce your back as you waked out the door. The air has only recently begun to chill but you found it oddly comforting as you made your way to the shoreline. 

In truth, you couldn’t stand being in that room any longer. This happy illusion was starting to wear you down and crack. You couldn’t sleep, eat, or even think of anything else but Ivar. About how much you were hurting him. He was a strong man who you knew could overcome anything thrown his way but you wanted to make him happy. You wanted to be that one thing that he didn’t have to worry about losing, that one person he could count on to love him for who he was as a man. But you couldn’t do that.

You roughly wiped at your eyes, annoyed with how emotional you were being. It has been months now; you should have long accepted your situation. Even if it was heavily affected by the loss of your father, the final decision had been yours to make. 

“He’s with Margrethe.”

You should have known he’d follow you out. He was stubborn and he always refused to give up- admirable but heartbreaking. You weren’t sure how many more times you could bare to reject him. 

“Hello, Ivar,” you greeted, not even bothering to look away from the ocean. 

“Did you hear me?” He asked, his voice already hinting at the anger surfacing. 

You scoffed, finally bringing yourself to look at him. “Of course I heard you.”

His blue eyes seemed to darken as he glared at you, “Then why didn’t you say something.”

“Because,” you glared back, “he’s always with Margrethe and that’s never going to change.”

It was quite for a while, neither one willing to say a word. Finally, Ivar broke it with a sound that you could only compare to the growl of a beast. You suddenly found yourself beneath Ivar’s body, his toned chest hovering above you as his arms flexed to keep him up as he pinned your arms above you. 

“Why are you doing this?” He hissed, his eyes scanning your face. “Why won’t you just forget about this sham of a marriage, huh?” His voice began to rise. “Do you love him? Is that what this is about?”

“You’re hurting me, Ivar,” you whispered, his grip on your arms becoming painful.

His usual wall broke, his face scrunching up in pain. “Why can’t I hurt you? The pain you’re causing me is much worse than any physical pain you are experiencing.”

You couldn’t stop the sob that bubbled up your throat, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Ivar. If I could- “

“But you can!” Ivar bellowed, his chest now pressing tight against your own. “You can but you won’t!”

You shook your head frantically, “You don’t understand. My father- I have to do this for my father.”

He leaned closer, the tip of his nose skimming against the side of your neck before pressing a bruising kiss against your lips. 

“Fuck your father,” he whispered harshly, his lips never parting from yours. 

You roughly ripped your arms out of his hold and shoved your hands against his chest, forcing him away from you. You knew he let you move him, if he truly didn’t want you to leave he could have easily caged you in. 

You took off running knowing that he couldn’t follow you even if he wanted to. You entered your shared home with a bang only to freeze at the sight in front of you. Margrethe and Hvitserk were wrapped in the sheets of your bed and it was clear what was going on. Jumping from the bed, Hvitserk quickly pulled on his pants and turned towards you.

“Y/n,” he started, his hands raised as if he was expecting you to attack him. “I know this looks wrong but I can’t help it. I-I want to be with Margrethe.”

You bit your lip and nodded, your shoulders slumping forward. It felt like a weight was starting to lift from your shoulders as you gave a shaky laugh. “I know”

“I’m sorry,” he walked forward, clearly not understanding the reason for your sudden tears. “I want a divorce.”

Finally, it was like you could take a deep breath. Everything that had been cutting you down, every emotion you had to hold back or force, all of it seemed to evaporate. It just didn’t matter anymore and you suddenly felt free. 

You might have looked crazy in that moment, crying and laughing at the same time. “Thank you.”

With that, you left the confused couple and sprinted towards the shore. You found Ivar sitting where you had left him, his form slouching forward. Shouting his name, you launched yourself at Ivar. You laughed even louder as you both tumbled in the sand.

“What the fuck?” Ivar shouted, his arms automatically wrapping around your body. 

“Ivar,” you grinned, “I love you. I love you so much.”

He was stunned for a bit, his eyes searching your face for any signs of you tricking him. “What- “

“A divorce,” you breathed out, your lips finding his and pecking them with every word. “I’m getting a divorce.”

“A divorce,” Ivar whispered, his eyes widening as he finally understood what that meant before his expression melted into one you can only describe as satisfaction. “It’s about damn time.”

You laughed as he flipped you both over so that he rested between your legs. Ivar wasted no time in claiming your lips, his teeth nipping at your already bruised lips and making a trail down your neck. 

“Now you don’t have an excuse,” he muttered against your skin, his breath causing goosebumps to rise. “You’re mine and you have no choice in the matter.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you managed to breath out before your lips were once again possessed by Ivar.

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How many people have asked to do writing partnerships with you

Hello Anon.,

Writing partnerships? Sorry, I’m not familiar with the term so I guess none? lol

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Ivar the Boneless (3)

Title: Gods

Character: Ivar the Boneless

Summary: You convincing Ivar to work together (and perhaps be together.

Word Count: 800 

Ivar had known of you beforehand, a shieldmaiden that was strong and beautiful enough to rival Freyja herself but also cunning enough to trick even Loki. Of course, he had thought it was nothing more than gossip until he saw you. 

You were leaning against the far wall as he more or less commanded the murderer to battle. Lagertha had refused, much to Ivar's astonishment and he had been force to leave angrier than before. Your eyes had met his as he made his way out of the hall with guards surrounding him and his brothers. It was like a silent message was sent, your eyes promising to meet with him later.

And later you did.

You had tracked him down after the guards had started to get comfortable, slacking in their duties.

“My Prince,” your voice had came from the trees as you seemed to morph out of the forest itself and simply appear. “I feel as of we both have a common goal.”

Fire licked at his stomach as he took you in, your appearance truly matching what they say, Freyja would indeed be jealous. 

Pushing his emotions down, Ivar simply raised a single eyebrow and leaned forward so that he could rest his weight on his legs. “Oh? And what goal would that be?”

While most were intimidated by him, fearing what he would do, you simply smirked and stepped closer to him. “Power, a chance to prove what we could do. Revenge for those who we have lost. Together, we could do it, Prince Ivar, you could take the world if you wanted it with my help.”

He had to admire your ambition. He couldn’t deny that you had become even more beautiful to him as you spoke, the fire ignited behind your eyes and the excited blush on your cheeks as you imagined what victories could lay before you. You truly believed what you were saying and Ivar wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or frightened at the about of faith you had in him.

“And what makes you think we could do any of that, huh?” Ivar asked, his expression one of boredom. “And what makes you think I need your help to do it, shieldmaiden?”

You threw your head back and laughed causing Ivar’s heart to beat slightly faster. “I may be a warrior but I am no fool. I can see the brilliance in your eyes and I know what monster lurks within you. We are of the same egg, Ivar.” You cooed like a siren singing him to his death, circling him like your prey. “My mind is as dark as your soul, I crave the destruction, the fear we can entice in people. Let me be your legs, and together we could do anything. The Gods wouldn’t dare stop us. The feeling of our enemies crumbling beneath us, the chaos we could cause as we rise. Can you see it Ivar?”

And in that instance he truly could. Your silver tongue spoke of battles, blood, and chaos that led to a true ending where he could be respected and feared. No one would make fun of him for his legs because he would be capable of doing so much more than killing them. No more pity, no more laughing, they’d all have to kneel before him and worship him like the Gods.

“I’m listening.” Ivar smirked back at you, seeing the possibilities. 

“We could take back what is yours, young Prince.” Your smirk turning into a wicked grin. “First the Saxons, next Lagertha, and soon the world. A war so vicious only the monsters would survive sane. You could be great."

“And what would you get out of all this?” Ivar questioned, not completely trusting you.

“Nothing extravagant like gold or glittering like jewels,” your face growing closer to his, “I just want you.”

Ivar's brows furrowed in confusion. “What would you want with a cripple?”

You smiled, tsking at him. “You are so much more than that. Your legs might not work and your ability to please a woman might be limited but I know what I want. Intelligence is power, Ivar, and you have plenty to spare. What say you?”

It was quiet as he thought, your eyes never straying from his. “If that is all you ask, then so be it. You can have me.”

“Perfect.” You grinned, stunning Ivar when you pressed a rough kiss against his lips before pulling away and walking towards the forest again. “Come, we must prepare.”

Ivar wouldn’t admit it but he was a bit afraid to take this leap. He had no doubt that you’d succeed in whatever it is you Do but the thought of being close to you frightened him. Of course, when you turned back around to make sure he was following, he knew this was a choice he wouldn’t regret. 

Together you’d burn a path of blood and chaos through the seas. It was only a matter of time before you both became beings of legends, lovers that could take down kingdoms with a swipe of a hand. You will become Gods.

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Ivar the Boneless (2)

Title: SnapShots

Character: Ivar the Boneless

Summary: Snapshots of your rise to power.

Word Count: 1.688

.You were young and curious.

You were only a child, no older than four summers when you had seen it. Ivar, the young Prince of Ragnar, had slayed a child. You remember your mother pulling you close as the crowd parted around the scene and screamed.

Having watched the whole thing, you remember thinking to yourself how the little boy had deserved to be punished for picking on the young Prince. Of course, the punishment was harsh- much too harsh- at least some action had been took.

Later the next day, you were the only child willing to be close to Ivar. You had even allowed him to play with your wooden sword.

.You were twelve summers and confused.

Ivar had grown into a handsome young boy. The girls always looking passed him in favor of his more able brothers. Personally, you preferred the youngest.

While the Gods had forsaken his legs, they had been generous when it came to gifting Ivar with intelligence. Even as young as he was, he was as sharp as newly made blade and as quick-witted as a whip. And you were fortunate enough to be there to see it.

It was true that he hardly had any friends, his own brothers going off on adventures without him. So you two made your own adventures.

“Can you pull any faster?” Ivar growled from behind you as you slowly pulled him up the hill.

“Ivar,” you snapped, grunting as you pulled his wagon over a rock. “You are not helping at all. If you’d get out and dragged yourself up instead of resting in the wagon this would be much quicker.”

Ivar smirked, leaning backwards.  “Oh, sweet child, but then I would have to actually do something. I’m a Prince, such work is beneath me.”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic humor, focusing back on the task at hand. You knew it would be worth all the work once you gotten to the top of the hill. He’d smile wide as you joined him in the large wagon, his arm- strong from dragging him everywhere- would wrap tight around your waist as he used his other to push off. He’d retract his arm and pull you so tight you’d swear you could feel his heart beating against your back as the wagon picked up speed.

You never did realize why his heart would beat so quickly or why yours sped up just being close to the Prince.

.You were fifteen summers and angry.

As Ivar gotten older, his interest shifted from flying down hills to women. When the rumors of his impotency spread through the village, it took everything in you not to deck the slave girl who caused them. The second you heard it, you quickly searched for your childhood friend.

You weren’t surprised to find him alone, spinning an axe in his hand before he buried it into a tree across the clearing.

“Ivar,” you called, sighing as he stiffened before picked up another axe and releasing it quicker than the last.

“I was wondering when you’d come to find me,” he muttered, not even looking at you.

You walked up to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Of course, that was the wrong thing to say to Ivar in that moment.

“Is that pity I hear?” He hissed, his eyes finally flashing to you as he slapped your hand away. They were dark, a storm of anger to cover the hurt he felt. “Did you come here to comfort the poor cripple?

“Ivar!” You gasped, your own anger firing up.

“Well it’s the truth!” He yelled.

You knew he had more to say, his eyes blazing and his jaw clenched. In a fit of anger, you had thrown yourself at Ivar. Surprised, Ivar wasn’t able to prepare himself and you both tumbled to the ground. Pulling your hand back into a fist, you were completely prepared to deliver a hard punch to his gorgeous face- consequences be damned.

Your fist was caught in a much rougher and larger hand, Ivar having recovered from the shock and reacted. You both stayed frozen, watching one another before you broke his gaze and looked to the sky.

Biting your lip, you held back tears.

“How could you think that?” Your voice cracked. “After everything we’ve been through, you still group me with everyone else?”

The question wasn’t meant to be answered but Ivar answered anyways. “I don’t.”

“You do though!” You met his gaze again, your voice rising. “Why else would you say something like that? I just wanted to make sure you were okay! I just wanted- “

You were suddenly pulled down, your lips smacking roughly against Ivar’s. It wasn’t a romantic kiss or a like the first kiss stories you’ve heard. No, this was sloppy and inexperienced. Your teeth clanked against each other’s as you tilted your heads to find the right angle, his tongue rubbing hesitantly against yours.

Pulling back, Ivar rested his forehead against yours, his blue eyes gazing deep into your own. “Thank you, Y/N, for caring.”

“Always,” you whispered back to him, your cheeks a flaming red.

.You were reaching your twentieth summer when the world erupted.

You were a Viking and you’d act like it. It was the phrase you used when you rushed into battle beside Ivar. Upon horseback, your horse sprinted next to his chariot as you sliced your way through the charging Saxons. It wasn’t your first battle and hopefully it wouldn’t be your last.

Ivar had grown, your relationship stronger than ever but his need for power even stronger. Despite that, you knew you’d follow him anywhere. Whatever battle he had faced, you’d face it together. It was chaotic as men fell around you, Ivar’s chariot cutting through the masses faster than your own horse. Soon, you were too far away to reach him.

It would only be fitting for you to die staring at the back of your Prince.

An arrow had hit your shoulder, knocking you off the horse and into the grappling men below you. You grunted when you hit the ground and managed to roll to your feet. With a groan, you bent the tip of the arrow and snapped it right off. You could only duck and kick out your leg as a Saxon warrior swung at your head, having lost your axe and shield when you fell. With a shaking hand, you managed to grab a sword from a faceless body. Using your whole bodyweight, you surged forward with the sword and ran the warrior right through, his face one of shock before he fell.

But there was too many, your arms soon growing tired and your mind dizzy from the loss of blood. You managed to take one more down before falling to your knees and falling back. You smiled at the blue sky, the sound of battle growing faint.

… You woke to light tapping against your face. It took you a while to realize it was rain and another to remember where you were. You still felt weak but thankfully the cold rain had numbed your body to the point where you didn’t feel your wounds as bad as you should have.

After a while of lying there, you began to hear your name being called. It was barely audible at first, so faint that you were sure it was your imagination. But soon, it grew louder, an anguished scream.

Ivar.

You were almost positive that it was Ivar’s cries. You could hear murmurs of people- his brothers’ perhaps- trying to comfort him, telling him that you were gone. Grunting, you ignored the pain and the feeling of needles stabbing you in your limbs and tried to rise. Ivar needed you.

“Ivar,” you tried to scream back, your throat too sore to make much of a sound. It was like no matter how hard you tried, your body just wouldn’t move.

The voices grew louder and you were sure it was Ivar. He was screaming for you, his voice husky from searching. You could hear countless footsteps as well as the creaking of his chariot. Soon, a face came into view, one you recognized as his older brother Ubba.

His blue eyes widened as they met your own, you somehow managed a small smile.

“About time you found me,” you tried to say, it coming out no more than a whisper.

“I’ve got her!” Ubba shouted, his eyes watering slightly as he lifted you from the ground. You groaned, every wound suddenly making itself known. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Hooves thundered across the battlefield, the sound of snapping reigns and a rough ‘yah!’ could be heard as Ivar spurred his horse on to go faster.

“Give her to me,” Ivar demanded as soon as he was close enough.

“You must be careful, Ivar,” Ubba warned, carefully transferring you over to Ivar so that you were cradled between him and the reigns. “She is badly hurt.”

“Of course I’m going to be careful you idiot!” Ivar hissed, his eyes flashing in anger. “What do you take me for, huh?”

But, whatever anger he had before was forgotten as he looked at you. His hand was shaking as he carefully moved your blood-crusted hair from your face.

“Hello,” you smiled, your voice coming out a tad bit clearer than before.

“Hush,” he hissed, biting his lip as he took in your injuries. His eyes growing darker the more he saw. “You must save your strength. You will be avenged, my love. Not even their Saxon god can help them now. They will regret touching you.”

“Together.” You whispered, your hand cupping his cheek. “We will avenge together.”

He shook his head, his lips pulling up in a snarl at the thought of you in battle. He pressed a rough kiss against your forehead and squeezed you close to his chest.

“They will all crumble at my feet and we will rule together,” Ivar hissed. “This I promise you.”

.You were in your twenty-fifth summer and you were a Queen.  

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...when you somehow go back in time and meet Ivar...

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Ivar the Boneless (1)

Title: Fool

Character: Ivar the Boneless

Summary: You are injured in battle.

Word Count: 1.420

Unlike the Saxon army that quivered before you in fear, you were having a hard time containing your excitement. You could barely keep yourself from charging forward by yourself, your body responding to the tension that thickened the air. The short moment before a battle always felt like eternity. You weren’t the only one feeling this way either. The Vikings that surrounded you twitched and shuffled forward little by little, ready to surge forward with the sound of the horn.

You weren’t entirely sure what was taking so long, Björn’s form stalking in front of the army. But, however handsome he was, that wasn’t the brother that caught your attention. Thick dark hair smoothed back, jaw line clenching and his striking eyes glaring at the enemy, Ivar’s hands clenched the reigns. He was always an impatient one, this you knew personally.

As if feeling your gaze, his eyes snapped to yours. Leaning slightly towards you, he let a feral smile tilt his lips before turning away. While you wouldn’t say he loved you, it was clear that he felt something for you. Nights spent together, his harsh touch dragging against your skin and scorching your very being, there was something there. Last night was no different, his arms wrapped around your form all night.

‘Stay close.’ He had ordered, his lips brushing against your neck before leaving that morning.

Looking now, the amount of bodies surrounding you, it would be hard to heed his order. But the Gods know you will try your hardest, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t attempt for Ivar. While he may not feel the same, you did love the man. Enough to die for his cause and help him achieve his destiny.

With that thought, you tightened your fingers around the handle of your shield and looked forward once again just in time for the horn to sound.

It was something Odin would be proud of as everyone moved forward as one, our voices booming across the field. Time slowed briefly as both sides collided together, the sound almost as loud as Thor’s hammer before everything sped up again.

Ducking and swiping, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face as blood splattered with every downward strike of your ax. Your body jolted with ever block you managed to make but it was almost a pleasurable ache. Even the slight sting when someone had managed to connect with your swift body was exciting.

It could have been hours or even minutes, the battle seeming to make time go faster. It was clear who the winners of this battle would be as your brothers and sisters outnumbered the others. Turning around, you could see Ivar’s chariot fly by, his once white horse dripping crimson and his body painted in red. Your body suddenly felt hotter as you watched his muscled frame flex, his movements swift and precise.

A glimmer of something silver had caught your attention from the far side of the field. A Saxon soldier cowardly pointing his weapon from a distance. Following the path his arrow would take; it was clear he had his eyes on killing the Prince- your Prince.

Without even thinking about it, you placed yourself between the archer and Ivar. You had lost your shield a while ago but you stood unafraid. Ivar’s blue eyes lightened with pride, perhaps thinking the battle was truly over as he slowed his chariot to a stop. Your name escaped Ivar’s lips as you turned away from him and released your ax from your hand.

You smiled as your ax stayed true and hit dead center, even as you wheezed in a shaky breath. You had felt the arrow connect with a dull ‘thunk’ that sent shockwaves through your body. Your hand flew to the arrow as you sank to your knees.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you struggled to keep them open. Ivar was suddenly in front of you, his hands shaking as they pushed your hands away and replaced them with his own. You grunted softly as he pressed his hands firmly to your wound to stop the blood.

“No, no, no, no,” Ivar murmured over and over through his teeth as he dragged himself closer to you.

“You’re safe,” you managed to say, your hand brushing softly against his cheek.

“Stop talking,” He hissed.

You knew he was trying to remain strong but the desperation that lingered beneath his hard stare was clear. You could feel yourself slipping, your body feeling so heavy and every movement beginning to seem impossible to do.

“It’s okay,” you slowly dragged your hand over his. “You can let go, Ivar.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Ivar growled, his eyes starting to glisten. “If I let go- “

His voice cracked, not being able to finish the sentence.

You didn’t want him to be sad, “We’ll meet again in Valhalla.”

“Stop talking!” Ivar roared, his face cracking as he let his emotions show. “Please don’t go. Stay with me.”

His voice was more of a whisper now. He sounded so far away but still, even as you were dying, you wanted to please him.

“I love you, Ivar,” you muttered, you needed him to know.

You could barely feel the pressure of his lips against yours as he roughly kissed you.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Ivar pulled away, deep blue filling your vision.

“I can’t- I can’t- “Your lips just couldn’t form words, your voice sounding jumbled.

“You can’t disobey me,” Ivar growled out, “You must do as I say!”

Try as you might, your eyes slid close against your wishes.

‘I love you. Don’t go.’

Your chest hurt with every shallow breath you took. Slowly, you opened your eyes, squinting as the top of the tent came into focus. Your felt stiff but alive. You were alone in the tent but it was clear someone had been there earlier if the blankets on the ground next to you were anything to go by.

Slowly and painfully, you managed to sit up. Your body protested but you refused to remain in the cot. With a grunt, you rose to your feet and walked to the entrance. Flinching slightly as the bright sun hit your eyes, you were surprised when your name was suddenly shouted.

Watching as Helga waved at you, your eyes landed on the figured hunched on the ground beside her. Ivar stared at you, his blue eyes wide as he took you in before a scowl took over his features. As quick as he could, he dragged himself to you.

“What are you doing up?” He snapped, pushing your leg with his hand once he was in reach. “Lay back down you, fool.”

Rolling your eyes, you let him herd you back into the tent and to the cot. “I have rested enough, Ivar.”

“No,” he shook his head, “you are not ready.”

“Ivar,” you sighed, ready to argue.

“No,” He said louder. “You have been shot with an arrow, you could have died. You need to rest. I need you to be okay. I can’t- I can’t do that again.”

It was then that you realized just how tired and worn down Ivar looked. Before, you didn’t think he could love you but now you knew he did.

“Oh Ivar,” you smiled softly, shifting so that you could hold him close to you. “I am sorry you had to go through that.”

“It was foolish,” He pushed away from you, his anger causing his blue eyes to spark. “How dare you take an arrow for me, how dare you almost die!”

“I had- “you started but was cut off.

“No you didn’t have to do anything,” Ivar snarled. “I’d rather die than have you die for me. I love you, woman. Why can’t you see that?”

His confession sent shivers down your spine and straight to your heart. “I love you too, Ivar. But if I could go back, I’d do it all over again.”

“I know you would, you daft woman. A complete fool for wanting to die for me,” He muttered softly, heaving himself onto the cot so that he could sit beside you. “For loving me.”

“If I’m a fool for loving you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him, “then so be it.”

“Foolish,” he whispered against your neck, pressing a kiss against your pulse. “If you dare to try to leave me again, I swear to the Gods I will drag you back.”

He trapped your eyes in a fierce gaze before crashing his lips to yours.