#5CW Event

[lisinfleur]

When she’s around

The request:

Author’s Notes | I decided to write this one from Ubbe's POV cause I wanted to focus on the changes and the impact of her presence in Ivar's life and someone who's out of a relationship but was present since before the reader's arrival - and knows Ivar as much as an older brother could know - gives the perfect point of view I wanted to this fiction! I hope you like it!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Reader, Ubbe’s POV

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW7

Words | 1901

⁑ Warnings: Historical inaccuracy.

She came into his life out of nowhere. But she already arrived showing what she was able to do.

"To be honest, the Ragnarsson has spread some good pieces over this table..."

In a matter of moments, she solved a deadlock that was keeping us from determining a plan for our next battle against the Christians through the last three hours. And she did it by clarifying to all of us...

...That Ivar was right...

 "It's a matter of prediction. Foreseeing what your enemy will probably choose to do and set up a trap in each one of his options; prepare yourself for each one of his possible movements. This way, wherever the Christian prince decides to move, we'll catch him. Here, here, or there. He's locked."

 Her fingers sliding through the map, making us all able to see what my little brother's blessed mind had already seen before us, placing little details that would complete his plan and make it practically foolproof... They caught Ivar's eyes pretty more than our attention. They convinced Ivar's heart pretty more than Björn's suspicious mind.

And I didn't let it pass.

She was completing my brother's plan, but I also could see there was a part of her that was causing her lips to curl in a smile whenever he would come to complete her sentences; every time their ideas would sound unison as if they were made to work together.

 "Imma losing an advisor, ain't I?"

 More than that.

Harald lost pretty more than just his advisor or one of his best warriors that day.

He lost her attention. Completely. Because their plan was a huge success, but it was with us that she came to sit and celebrate.

Beside my little brother was where she shared the mead of a victory we didn't expect to see coming so easily. And the gods are witnesses: Sigurd wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for her sweet voice into my little brother's ears; her tender hands over his trembling and tense hands.

 "It doesn't worth the price, Ivar. You're just giving him what he wants. You're losing control and proving him right. A child would throw this ax. But you're not a child... A man wouldn't be affected by such vicious words. So, what are you, Ivar, the Boneless?"

 I saw my brother hearing her low voice more than he ever heard my screams. Her words caused his hand to stop shaking when my speeches were never that effective. Ivar sat down once again and his eyes went from Sigurd into her orbs.

 "I won't let a childish stupidity ruin the victory we conquered today. Nor my plans to take the men who want to fight with me. We'll spread our fingers through these lands and they'll know and fear my name. And then..." his eyes got back into Sigurd's, catching that surprised expression in our brother's face. "Then I'll show you that crawling like a baby I'm better man than you'll ever be with your perfect walking-legs, brother."

 The ax fated to my brother's chest was sunk on the table that evening. And that same night, Ivar called her to come with us.

 "I want you with me. I want your words and your mind by my side. Together we are invincible!"

 But even at that moment, even under his praises, she had humble words full of wisdom.

 "No man is invincible, my prince. No flesh shall live forever. But two similar minds are pretty harder to be beaten than one. And like you, I want to see how much of these lands we can cover with the mantle of your fame."

 They covered the whole place... Wherever my little brother's chariot rode, the lands would somehow become his. In a matter of months, the whole East Anglia was taken. And Ivar's army was now advancing over Mercia. Sigurd stepped back to care for Aelle's lands. I stepped back to care for East Anglia's settlement. Harald stepped back being left with York under his care.

But the two of them along with Hvitserk... They were insatiable.

I saw that woman convincing my little brother that there wouldn't be vengeance bigger over our mother's name than forcing Lagertha to a long and peaceful life...

I watched my little brother smile over Lagertha's funeral boat, watching on the wrinkled face of our mother's murderer the proof she would be nowhere to be found in the halls of the gods to where I saw Ivar carving his way.

But the time came for him to come back even for our homelands. With his claws established and our people spread all over the places he conquered, Ivar came back to take our homelands from the Rus' hands with his iron fist. With our reinforcements - Sigurd's, Harald's, and mine - Ivar came back to take the crown from the prince Rus who dared to attack our homelands and claim the life of our older brother who perished by their army right after being made king of all Norway.

A messenger of our kind invited me with the news of my little brother's marriage...

 "The people of Norway invites with pleasure and joy your highness, king Ubbe from East Anglia, to return to your homelands and celebrate the marriage between king Ivar, the Boneless and his soon to be queen Y/N, the Crow."

 Today my feet were once again touching Kattegat's docks after years away. With a small fleet of my men, along with Sigurd - who had also come to honor our little brother's marriage - and a small part of his men, I arrived my homelands to see the market twice as big than I could remember, cleaner, more full of people with all parts of our kind.

"A deal placed the fisherman in Vestfold and the clean products in our lands to ensure a clean bay. It made our market more attractive, our merchants richer, and increased the number of tents." I've heard Hvitserk's voice - kinda hoarser than I could remember - speaking beside me where he had stopped without my acknowledge. "He made us bigger, brother. He fulfilled his promises. Ivar is known everywhere from Mercia to the ends of Ringerike, where I just came from to celebrate with you." he smiled.

A crown in his head, smaller, possibly something under Ivar's. But something I could see Hvitserk wasn't ashamed of walking around with. We exchanged an embrace before my eyes could run over the place once again.

"Everything changed," I mumbled as Hvitserk was hugging Sigurd before he could look at me once again.

"Biting my own tongue about him, after all," Sigurd mumbled and Hvitserk giggled.

"You better hold your teeth, brother. You might need to have your tongue whole to be bitten when you meet our little brother once again." he boasted.

His words were not enough to prepare me for what I would find inside our great hall. The braces in his legs were completely different from the ones I remember seeing him dressing the first time Ivar stood on his feet in front of my eyes. My little brother's hair was longer, braided tight, well cared. And so were the beard in his face, shorter than mine, but there: something I thought I would never see.

A heavy crown in his head - a huge sign of his power - was something I was already waiting for. However, Y/N's dress held an even bigger surprise for us all. One that made Hvitserk smile cockily over the confirmation of the words he had just spat on Sigurd's face.

"I told you to wait before biting your tongue there, Sigurd... Now I think you have more reasons to swallow it whole, uh?" he mumbled, joking as we followed the gorgeous image of Ivar's queen - belly swollen with his child - approaching to receive us as our brother kept himself sitting on the throne that was once Björn's; our father's, before his.

"King Ubbe, King Sigurd, welcome to Kattegat," she smiled, respectfully saluting us both, ignoring Sigurd's jaw almost dropping down to the ground in front of him.

I, however, felt my lips curling in a proud smile when my eyes crossed with the icy blues looking at us from that higher spot. If someday I had expected to see my little brother in a good situation, those were all my dreams for his life becoming true.

He had the crown he pursued so far, the heir his nightmares told he would never be able to produce, the name many believed he would never build. Ivar's broken legs had taken him further than any of us had reached with our bodies whole and I was proud of what he had conquered. Of him.

But inside I knew behind all that strength, was the anger. I knew behind all that wisdom, was the little man I saw crying inside his room, punching his bed, cursing the gods for his painfully broken bones. Behind the whole curve of that cocky smile Ivar had conquered the right to wear in front of each one of us, was the mark of the tears and sweat I saw rolling down his face since the beginning.

And if someone had helped him to find the right way to where he was standing now, realized, this person was her.

 Y/N, from Vestfold...

 The woman my people had learned to call "The Crow" for, like Huginn and Muninn to Odin, she was the crow cawing in my little brother's ears, whispering wisdom to his troubled mind, teaching him where and how to drive his strength so he could become the huge man I was alive to see in front of my eyes.

She was everything Ivar ever needed by his side. And because of Y/N, I saw my little brother flying higher than my best dreams could plan for him. Ivar has built himself, forged in his own strength, bathed in his own talent. But she was the hammer and the fire; the forge and the hits that turned him into the man he had become.

I held her hand Y/N had offered me in salutation. And there was a tender smile in my eyes. Proud for Ivar. Full of gratitude for her.

"Thank you, Queen Y/N," I said, smiling at her figure with happiness when she landed her hand over the beautiful belly swollen with my nephew or niece to come. "It was never this good to return to my home."

It was never that good to stand in Kattegat's Great Hall and look around to see the whole effort I made when our father was absent had turned into something so majestic.

He wasn't my son, but I was proud as if it was a child of mine with that crown in his head.

He wasn't my doing. And I was happy to see my little brother walking by himself.

Somewhere in Valhalla, our father was toasting for him, lowering his head in shame and apologizing for ever have doubted his strength - such as our brother Sigurd was doing now, shocked by Ivar's ability to prove him wrong.

Somewhere in the halls of the gods, our mother was smiling down telling everyone something I would be happy to hear if I could...

 I know I shouldn't say I told you so... But I told you so.

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Hvitserk II :: 5CW

Hi, Sy here! This is the second round of 5CW: Hvitserk and I’m pleased to say that its jam packed with fics. ** denotes something that has not been finished and should be soon, but the rest have been completed. As always, message me if you need anything.

Reader Insert (M x F)

A Thousand Times No: The Mirror

➳ Multi | Hvitserk x Reader x Genie | tw: ivar in pain

❝ The genie tries to barter with the Reader. ❞  

Who is She? II: Morning Kisses

➳ Multi | Hvitserk x Reader x Harald | tw: borderline incest, sexual attraction

❝ Harald decides to ask why they are so close. He might not regret it later. ❞

Bridal Price: His Girl

➳ Epilogue | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: pregnancy

❝ Hvitserk comes home from raid to find his little seamstress... pregnant. ❞ 

The Time Before

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Reader x Freydis | tw: freydis, polygyny, forced marriage

❝ Hvitserk is forced into marriage-- but he still loves his once was fiance. ❞

The Girl Next Door

➳ Modern AU | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: nsfw

❝ Reader’s shower breaks. Hvitserk is a handiman. make out the bad porn. ❞

Perfect Shot

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: competitions

❝ Harald holds a shooting competition for the hand of his niece, the reader. When the Ragnarssons show up, there’s trouble. ❞

It’s a No

➳ Modern!AU | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: muscle worship, borderline nsfw

❝ Reader suggests Hvitserk pull up his grades. He tells her what he thinks of that. ❞

Searching for Home

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Reader, Platonic Ships | tw: mention of burning, fire, general ivar. A rendition on Thora’s death. ❞

❝ Hvitserk’s son Ragnarr comes searching for his father as a grown man. With his mother. ❞

Father’s Bathhouse

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: face fucking

❝ Hvitserk has been aching to get a piece of the reader forever. He snaps.  ❞

Glitter Girl

➳ Fantasy | Hvitserk x Fairy!Reader | tw: fairy 

❝ A fucked up Hvitserk encounters a pretty fairy ❞

Tasty Wife

➳ Modern AU | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: nsfw

❝ Hvitserk comes home hungry. A flip of a skirt can fix that. ❞

Buttercup

➳ Bakery AU | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: none

❝ The painter brings Hvitserk a painting every few weeks. This time, it comes with a request. ❞

Feel Better, Ubbe 

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Reader x Ubbe | tw: borderline nsfw

❝ Hvitserk and Reader cuddle-- but a newly dumped Ubbe sneaks into their room. ❞

The Escort 

➳ Modern AU | Escort!Hvitserk x Reader | tw: escorting, prostitution

❝ The reader hires an escort. She didn’t expect him to be so... so...  ❞

Baby Daze

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: pregnancy

❝ Hvitserk waits for his son-- or daughter to move. ❞

Sweet Girl

➳ NTW | Hvitserk x Reader | tw: hvitserk being a shit

❝ Hvitserk sneaks into the reader’s home when her parents aren’t home. Deleted scene.  ❞

They

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Gender-Neutral!Reader | tw: gender pronouns

❝ Hvitserk’s woman makes a revelation. ❞   

Platonic

Peaches and Cream

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Aslaug x Ragnar | tw: none

❝ Hvitserk steals his mother’s food. ❞

Panic

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Babies | tw: panic, lost babies, scared hvitserk

❝ After his woman leaves on a trip, Hvitserk is left caring for the children. He panics. ❞

Solrun and Dagrun

➳ Vikings | Hvitserk x Daughter and Niece | tw: teenage girls

❝ His little girls, named after the runes of day and night, tie Hvitserk up so they can go on a date. Bad girls. ❞

Other 

Sweet as a Peach

➳ Irreplaceable | Hvitserk x Ragnhild | tw: slavery mentioned

❝ Hvitserk spoils Ragnhild after hearing of her affection for him.  ❞

Interloper 

➳ Platonic/Slash | Hvitserk x Ubbe | tw: jealousy

❝ After a man tries to take Hvitserk from Ubbe, Ubbe snaps. ❞

Keep Her Safe 

➳ Moodboard Drabble | Witchy-Hvitserk

Pregnancy Headcanons

Hvitserk’s Love Alphabet

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Not Sharing . Ivar X OC X Sigurd

Summary: Tired of their consent arguing and fighting with each other, Ubbe gifts both Ivar and Sigurd with a thrall to share and work out their problems somehow. Still, they argue, confusing the thrall and even bothering her with their nagging.....One-shot.

Even though I’m not part of the 5CW event run by the lovely @lisinfleur and @honestsycrets I had to do this for the fun of it. Hope it turned out alright. I had fun with this! 

Word count: 3463

Warning: Bit of arguing and smut.

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Katya was born into slavery, it was the only life she knew and grew to like with the few simple rules. Be polite, obey and always smile, the men loved it. She belonged to a very wealthy master who took good care of her as long as she satisfied his needs. It wasn’t the worst, it could be, but this was how it was since she was sold a little over a year ago.

She comes from the lands of Russia, a foreign land for most travellers and it was the only home she knew of. This all changed however when her long term masters wife poisoned him and sold her to a trader within a blink of an eye.

No surprise.

Over the coming months Katya was moved, sold, bought and sold for high prices, her value only rising more at each passing man who held enough gold for her and enjoyed the moment before moving onto the next man eagerly wanting to buy her. Nothing was ever permanent, this she understood and never held much hope for anything. It was all about survival.

She finds herself in another cold part of lands that was very different from her home. Curiously she looked around from the boat she was on with the other slaves, a thick fur coat wrapped around her gifted by the trader in exchange for worshipping his cock. It was warmth she needed after all, she didn’t care about much else.

Her raven thick hair blew against her wind as her creamy skin that had barely touched the sun shivered against the cold. Dark hazel eyes scanned around curiously at this new place and wondered just what her future might hold for her.

On the docks they were lead to a house where other slaves were being sold or traded. Eyes were on her, lustful stares making her smile a little from the attention she got. She always enjoyed it and wondered just who might be her new master now. She’ll be very satisfied for it to be someone wealthy and very handsome, but she’ll take whatever is given.

As they all waited to be looked at she was approached by a very handsome young man, blazing blue eyes and blonde hair making her eyes sparkle with excitement. She overheard him being a prince, a son of Ragnar, a name she’s heard of before, the eldest son from his second wife, name he held was Ubbe. Travelling everywhere she was familiar with the north man's language making her even more value.

“Greeting’s, my lord.” She spoke in her thick accent with a soft smile.

Ubbe noticed her the moment she came onto the docks and had to get a closer look at her and inspect. For weeks he’s tried finding the right slave that just might work out but hadn’t had much luck, until he saw her and knew she was very different from the others.

“Hello.” He answers looking her up and down. “You’re a long way from home? Tell me your name.”

“Katya.” She answers him. “Looking for some love, attention and care, my lord?” She asked battering her thick lashes at him.

“I only have one question. Are you patient?” His question did confuse her a little.

“Patient?” It was something she’s never been asked before however she still answered him honestly. “Yes, my lord. I’m a patient woman.”

“Good.”

As soon as the trader comes over Ubbe tosses him a large bag of gold coins which he eagerly accepted. Katya followed Ubbe out then with the fur coat still around her as the trader was too busy admiring his coins and no one said anything. Besides, it was very cold and she wasn’t wearing anything proper for the weather underneath.

“What would you like for me to call you, my lord?” She asked walking beside him.

“Just Ubbe.” He responds before stopping and gently pulling her aside so they were out from the crowds together. “Listen, I didn’t buy you for me.”

Honestly, she was a little disappointed, such a handsome man he was.

“You’re beautiful, very beautiful.” He smiles and she couldn’t help but smile back. “But I'm happily married man, I have no need for another woman.”

“That’s too bad, you’re very handsome. But you wouldn’t be the first married man to buy me, Ubbe. Your wife is very lucky to have such an honorable man like you.” She answers back as he gave a kind smile to her.

“Thank you. Anyway, I brought you for my brothers. Before I take you to them I must warn you, they have problems. I mean they’re always fighting with one another, arguing over nothing and just always shouting. I thought maybe a beautiful thrall for them to share might help them. That’s why I asked if you were patient, because you’ve got to need it with them.”

“I see.” She says nodding. “Don’t worry, I’ve had many men in my life, I’ve seen it all.”

What she didn’t realise was just how bad it was and how soon she spoke.

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The moment they entered the cabin together they were met with the shouting and chairs being knocked over. She stood back by the door as she watched with wide eyes as Ubbe tried breaking up the two other men wrestling one another on the floor.

“Knock it off! Both of you grow up!” Ubbe shouts looking very frustrated with them.

“The snake started it!” Ivar shouts back as he pushed himself up onto a chair.

“The crippled baby thinks I stole his knife!” Sigurd responds.

“Enough!” Ubbe’s had enough, and just rubbing his face followed by a long exhale was all she needed to see from him to know this.

Katya shifted on her feet in silence as the brothers tried to sort out on their own but judging from Ubbe she knew he’s had enough trying to deal with them. Now it was up to her, at least she’ll try. She’ll do her best to try and ease whatever tension is going on between them.

“Brothers, this is Katya.” Ubbe then introduces her to them. “She is a thrall. I just bought her for you both to share.”

“Share?” Ivar narrowed his brows before scoffing. “I’m not sharing with the snake.”

“Like you could pleasure a woman anyway.” Sigurd snarls back.

“I said enough!” Ubbe once more snaps at the both of them and moved his way passed her to head out. “Good luck.”

When the door closes again Katya looks at both Sigurd and Ivar with a tender smile. Yes, both very handsome, Ivar even more so with those blue glowing eyes of his

“My lords.” She says fondly to them. “I’m here to serve you both to your desire.”

It was going to be interesting though with them, that she admitted.

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As expected, it was very intense in the room with them. Never once has she been brought and never not had sex right away, it’s all men wanted from her but these two seemed to be not interested in that much to her surprise. All her life men wanted her in bed and she spread her legs for them like a good slave. Now here she was, sitting near the fire, board. She had been sitting for hours waiting for either of them to say something.

Sigurd had left, already half drunk and hasn’t returned while Ivar remained but ignored her. She felt his eyes on her every now and again looking unsure as he sharpened his daggers and kept himself busy with anything he could find just to pretend she wasn’t there.

The fur coat she wore was now off since it was warm enough in the cabin with the fire going, leaving her in the thin dress she still wore she her last master who’s wife wasn’t very pleased. That didn’t last long and now here she was, board.

Looking over at Ivar she looked down at his legs and studied the braces he wore wrapped around them, tilting her head curiously and this caught Ivar’s attention as he scoffed at her.

“Never seen a cripple before.”

“Actually I have, my lord.” She answers softly.

It was like her answer wasn’t what he was expecting and went back to sharpening the same dagger he’s been holding for the last hour.

Standing she then comes closer and sits in front of him, still watching as he nervously focused on his dagger.

All she did was watch him, smiling a little as he continued to hesitate so nervously trying to focus on what he was doing and not her.

“Why do you stare, woman?”

“Where else do you want me to stare, my lord?”

Ivar looks like he was about to say something back at her but decided not to before looking down twirling his blade. Katya then sat back on the fur rug on the floor and spread out on it like a cat, moaning lowly at the comfortable feel of it but to also tease Ivar.

“Why do you make noises?”

“Because it’s comfortable, my lord.” She giggles softly at him.

Ivar felt himself smirk before shaking his head.

“I don’t understand why Ubbe brought you for us. Sharing you with Sigurd wasn’t going to happen.” He says bluntly and she silently agreed with him after what she saw happen.

“You can decide that, my lord. I’m here and ready, all for you.” She purred turning over onto her hands and knees as she slowly crawled towards him like a cat.

Ivar watched her, a flicker of fear in his eyes as she then pushed herself up on her knees before him and slid her fingers under his waistband of his trousers.

“Don’t!” He grabbed her wrist tightly causing her to gasp from his sudden movement, an action she wasn’t expecting.

“Is something the matter?” She asked calmly looking up at him.

Ivar was breathing heavily and looked like he was about to kill something as his face screwed up in frustration. Katya then sat up, his grip still on her but sat beside him at the table.

“You can talk to me, my lord. What’s bothering you?” It wasn’t anything new for her masters to simply talk to her, sometimes men needed another’s ear to speak truthfully about what they were feeling.

“Like I would tell a slave.” He spat glaring. “All the same, fucking gossiping whores…” His words didn’t affect her, she’s been called much worse.

“I’m only offering ears for you to speak to. Whatever you tell me stays between us.” He scoffs as she told him this. “My lord, this is what I do. I make men happy, I’ve done so my whole life and I’m good at it.”

“If you’re so good at it then why are you here?” Good question.

“Because too many men who brought me had wives and no wife wants their husband seeking company from younger and more beautiful women. Either they were forced to give me up or they were poisoned before I was sold to the next highest bidder.”

Ivar narrowed his brows a little at her unsure by what she had just told him and seemed to ponder over her words for a bit while looking away from her.

“So...you’re good? You’re skilled?”

“Yes, very.” She answers proudly.

“Can you make any man, hard?” His question did confuse her a little unsure why he was asking such a thing.

“Yes, I can. Why do you ask, my lord?”

Now he looked like a frightened boy. His emotions and expressions shifted so much all the time and she knew this was something she’ll need to watch with him more.

“The last time....I couldn’t. I never...could.” There it was. She now understood.

“Was that your first experience?” He gave a shy nod as she smiled softly and tilted his head to turn and face her. “My lord, that’s fine, it happens. Not everyone’s first experience goes as they want. I’ve had men just like that when I was in the whore house for a time. They were so shy and had trouble getting it up but I helped them and now they go on pleasuring many other women.”

“So...it’s normal?” He sounded surprised. “I’m not...broken?”

“If you allow me I can prove that you’re not broken and give you an experience you’ll never forget.”

Leaning forward she then kissed him tenderly. He shied away for a moment before slowly leaned into the kiss as she caressed his cheeks softly. Breaking the kiss she smiled warmly at him before tracing her hands over his short hair like he was a small child seeking comfort.

“We can go to the bed to be more comfortable, my lord.” She says standing up and making her way over with a sway from her hips. When she sat down she beamed a little brighter in satisfaction seeing him crawling towards her and pushing himself up onto the bed.

She helped him lay back against the furs before she removed her dress leaving her naked for his view and helped remove his tunic before untying his trousers.

“Don’t remove my trousers. Just...a little.” She understood that he wasn’t ready to show her his legs or if he’ll ever be alright with that. Either way it didn’t bother her.

“As you wish, my lord.”

Katya only tugged down enough to free his cock which wasn’t hard but that was soon to change. She carefully took his cock in her slender hands and started to stroke him which rubbing her thumb over his tip. Leaning up she kissed him again, her free hand tracing against his skin to build up his arousal with different ways. All men had different desires and ways to get a boner.

Moving down his body Katya gently took hold of his cock and started to move her hand along his length. Further down she lowered her head and started to lick along his base causing his breath to hitch from the warm strange contact she gave him. Her mouth then started to suck at his balls, humming against him and slowly worked at his cock with patience. There have been many times she’s done this, it was nothing new for her.

Moaning more around his cock she then started to suck around his tip that was leaking salty fluids for her to taste and savour it all against her tongue enjoying it. She looked up at him through her lashes, smirking around his cock as he watched her with dazed eyes looking back down at her as he panted softly.

Slowly she started to bob her head around his length and stroke at his base while massaging his balls in her other hand. There was no doubt he was aroused already, she felt his cock twitch under her touch as she continued to work on him.

Removing her mouth with a wet pop she giggled lightly as she kept her gaze on him while still stroking him throbbing member.

“How is that, my lord?” She asked in a low husky voice.

“It feels strange…” He admitted with burning cheeks.

Smirking softly she then let go on him while he let out a small sound of protest but stopped and watched her as she carefully straddled his lap on him. Guiding his hand she lead it down to her core where she had his finger brush over her cunt which was dripping wet for him.

“You feel that, my lord? This is good. Women should be wet for a man’s cock, otherwise it won’t be pleasant for her if she’s dry.” She tells him so he’d know if he was to lay with any other woman for the future, but deep down she hoped he wouldn’t and continue to lay with her over again.

Ivar listened and nodded, understanding what she was telling him as his eyes filled with curiosity. It looked so cute on him she thought to herself.

“I think you’re ready for me now, my lord.” She purred biting her plump lips softly.

Gripping his now hard cock again she then started the rub his tip through her folds and slowly eased herself down onto him while letting out a breath of pleasure. Even though he was so young he had an impressive cock. She’s seen and had it all, but his was surprisingly formed close to perfection. He had a good both length and thickness which she liked.

Fully settled on him she placed her hands over his bare shoulders, eyes shining down on him as she slowly rocked her hips against him, rubbing herself against his pubes and letting out soft breaths of desire against his face.

“More.” His word whispers softly through his pants. “It feels so good, I want more.”

“Easy, my lord. It’s all about. Patience. Trust me, it’ll last much longer and feel better. Besides, why the hurry? We have all the time we need.” She says softly caressing his skin as she continued to roll her hips.

“Ivar.” He suddenly says looking at her. “Call me Ivar.”

“As you wish, Ivar.” Calling him by his name only added to her desire and started to circle her hips against him letting out a soft moan. “Yes, you feel so good in me.”

“I-I...Katya, I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” He warns her and before she could even say anything he suddenly erupts his seed within her depths and cry out half in desire and surprise. She wasn’t bothered by it, after all it was his first orgasm

“Sorry….” He murmurs softly looking down in shame until she had him look back up at her.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s alright. Besides, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m all yours to your desire.” I say through a happy smile making him smile softly back, so calm for even just a moment before we both heard the door to the cabin shaming open.

Sigurd was back and he was really drunk.

“The fuck you two doing?” He slurs waddling over past them. “You’re not...a fucking man! Boneless!” His words seemed to hit Ivar hard as he snarled but I gently placed my hand over his chest still on him.

“He’s drunk.” I answered softly. “Drunk words mean nothing.”

“His words hold hate.” He says back and he wasn’t lying.

“Get off his limp dick…” Sigurd sits on the second bed pulling himself out from his trousers and let’s himself hang there. “Get over here...I’m a real man!”

“Don’t go.” Ivar hisses to her but Katya gave a tender smile to him.

“It’s alright. Remember Ubbe brought me for both you and him, I must do as he says as well.” She answers before kissing his cheek and removing herself from him with a wet pop and coming over to Sigurd.

Kneeling in front of him she smiles but not in the same way towards Ivar.

“What do you want me to do, my lord?” She asks and he gives her such a sloppy smile through his drunkenness.

“Worship my cock!” It was something she’s heard before.

“As you wish, my lord.”

She then starts to tug his cock watching him carefully. There was something about to happen, she saw this and continued to play along. Less than a few minutes Sigurd then laid back against the bed while letting out loud snores filling the room.

“Did he just fall asleep?” Ivar asks seeming shocked but couldn’t hold back an amused smirk either.

“I’m not surprised. He was very drunk and won’t wake up until morning.” Katya answers before tucking him back in his pants patting the area and eagerly returning to Ivar. “He’s not a man, you’re more of a man than him.”

Hearing this from her seemed to please him as she crawled beside him again tracing her fingers over his chest.

“Can we go again?” The way he asked was no innocently making her smile fondly.

“We can go as many times as you want, Ivar. There is so much I can teach you and many ways to bring pleasure to a woman. The women will be lining up for you soon enough.” She answers wanting him to feel special.

“No.” He answers shaking his head. “I don’t want any other women, I only want you.” This made her smile a bit brighter before she kissed him tenderly.

“I’m all yours, Ivar. Have me as many times as you desire.”

And he did, very much.

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Let's just talk about something real quick...

It absolutely breaks my heart seeing that two amazing writers @lisinfleur and @honestsycrets are getting hate for their Sigurd 5CW event. Mainly because people don't like the characters and I just think that it's just stupid and childish to take your dislike for the character out on two people who work really hard on writing amazing works for the people who actually like the character.

Look, I'm not a big fan of Sigurd myself. I can tolerate him and such but I'm not going to hate the people who like him or the people who write for him because it's what their readers want.

So, you haters that are sending these messages to these two wonderful people : STOP BEING FUCKING BULLIES AND GROW THE FUCK UP!! If ya don't like Sigurd, then ignore the fics that get written for him!! It's really that simple

@lisinfleur and @honestsycrets you guys are stars and both amazing people. Don't let these people get you down. Readjust your crown and flip them off as you blind them with your awesomeness 💖💖

[lisinfleur]

Midwife?

The request:

Author’s Notes | I don’t really believe Ivar would know what to do, but I think it’s funny to have a man of that times narrating such an unknown moment for them! 

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Reader

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @sallydelys​ for 5CW7

Words | 1992

⁑ Warnings: Mentions of blood, graphic description of labor and childbirth. Keep in mind that this document may contain clinical/medical mistakes.

Middle Winter.

How the hell did I come up to get my wife heavily pregnant right in the middle of the Winter?

Y/N was swollen like a balloon, ready to pop. And I was nervous as fuck with the proximity of that event. Our firstborn child.

Something I never thought could be possible.

"Where is daddy?"

Shit.

I had called Floki through a slave that left what... three hours before the snow started falling outside again? I could bet Floki wouldn't come and I would have one less slave in my house cause that girl would end up frozen outside my house. Damn snow!

"He was supposed to be here already, love, but the snow started falling outside again. I think we may have to wait a little longer."

"I want my dad..." she cried.

Shit. Again.

Y/N was my everything. My queen, the love of my life, my first, my one, and only. But fuck... Since she got pregnant, she was completely changed, every day acting with a different mood... She was driving me crazy!

Mom told me it was the pregnancy, that I should be patient. But things sometimes would run out of my control and we would fight for hours! Just to end up with her tightly embraced on me, saying she could never live without me as much as I couldn't imagine my life without my Y/N.

Things didn't get better with the Winter arriving and her final months making her less able to move around. She wanted to walk, to go out, but the midwife told her to stay more inside the house since she started feeling dizzy once again. There was built the battlefield: she even tried to sneak out of my sight once! Imagine how good it was to have to bring my wife back home, crying because she wasn't able to reach the central square and almost fell in the middle of the way.

Since then, we thought it would be safer to be with her at Floki's cabin. Floki could help me to take a look at her, Helga could help me to keep her entertained. Their slaves could do everything for us and she would be safe when the time to give birth has come. Perfect!

If Bjorn didn't have decided to ask for a bunch of boats in the middle of the fucking Winter.

I would castrate my brother if I could! Why the fucking damn heck did Björn wanted to navigate the gods' damn sea in the middle of the freezing Winter? Couldn't he fucking wait my wife to give birth before taking Floki out of our cabin right in the day Helga said she finished my mother's dress and had to leave too?

Now we were completely alone and my little precious balloon was sadly mourning around because somehow, she wasn't feeling well and wanted her father exactly when he couldn't be there for her.

"Babe, you shouldn't be out of the bed," I complained, walking towards her when she sprouted at the living room's door, in her nightgown, walking slow like a little swollen duck.

My charming swollen duck I loved so badly.

"But Ivar... I'm not feeling well. I don't wanna stay in bed. The baby's feet are on my ribs and I can't breathe," she complained when I slowly started guiding her into our room once again.

"I know. So, we can walk a little through our room ok? Come," I insisted, ready to open the door when she held herself on the wall, pressing my shoulder with the other hand and moaning in a tone I didn't want to hear in a million years.

Her body bent forward and she let go of the wall to touch her belly.

She was in pain...

Her eyes, full of fear found mine, full of affliction.

And then, that happened.

A small moment of silence before a wet sound denounced the water flowing in the middle of her legs, making a poll around her feet.

"Ivar..." she mumbled.

"Fuck!" I answered.  

Right before she bent once again, this time, growling in pain.

"Fuck!!" I cursed again, trying to guide her with me to the bed.

Cursing my legs for not being able to lift her into my arms.

Cursing the snow for not being able to go out for a midwife.

Cursing Floki for leaving with Helga.

My mom for ordering that stupid dress. Björn for wanting his stupid boats!

May Thor smite them down into the ocean!

"Ivar... It hurts! It hurts so bad!" she cried when we finally reached the bed to lay her down.

Fuck! I was the younger of my brothers! Ubbe had seen my mother giving birth to three after him! Hvitserk? Two. Even Sigurd would be able to do something if he wasn't so young when I was born! But what did I know about birth and labors?

Shit! I knew shit about it! I slid my hands through my hair looking at her. And Y/N noticed I was completely lost.

"You need... To boil water... And you need to bring the towels that are at my mother's locker. Be careful when you get the towels wet into the water. It will help me with the pain and... you with the... blood!" she growled the last word, bending forward again.

And I almost could see her big belly contracting.

Blood? Blood.

Blood... Yeah. I remember Ubbe saying my birth was full of that shit and that he was scared of seeing the maid coming in with towels and out with red clothes dip in our mother's blood.

I wasn't ready for that shit!

I wasn't raised for that shit!

Fuck Björn's boats! A thousand times!

I sat down, getting rid of my braces - dragging I would be quicker and it wasn't time to be prideful. I then went to the heart of fire, placing a big pan I found at the kitchen over the fire and bringing water into it until it was full.

I could hear Y/N grunting inside the room, trying to breathe. And I then looked outside, seeing the snow becoming higher.

"Damn... Damn! Why the fuck are you doing this to me?" I asked the gods, lowering my head for a moment. "Frigg... Mother... I beg you, guide my hands. And for the gods' sake, end this damn storm!"

The water took some time to get hot enough so I could bring a pot to the room with the towels, leaving the bigger pan with more water to boil at the fire.

When I came into the room, Y/N was sitting in the bed, her back supported by the pillows, her knees flexed as she was breathing quickly, short.

"What do I do now?" I asked, looking at her.

About to panic at the sight of the big poll of blood that had been formed in the middle of her legs and that I was able to see as soon as I got up to the bed.

"Calm down, Ivar," she grunted, looking at me. "I'll bleed. This... This is supposed to happen. Gimme a warm towel," she asked.

And I did what she said, seeing when she placed it over her belly.

"I want you to place another in the middle of my legs, over the bed, ignore the blood, Ivar... Just... Place it over it."

Again, I did what she said, confused.

"Ivar," she called, causing me to look at her. "I want you to stay where you are. And when our child comes... You'll hold it, did you hear me?"

H... Hold it?

"You mean..." I moved my hands, looking at her.

"Take off your... gloves!" Another word grunted and I saw her pushing as something started showing up in her entrance.

And for a moment I was totally taken by that vision at the same time magic and bizarre, intense and terrifying.

My child would be born... And I would be the first one to hold it into this world.

That mix of feelings took me as I was removing my gloves, washing my hands on the water to get them clean.

What I was doing was more than I ever thought I was able to do. But what she was doing there, facing all that pain to bring my dream into this world...

What were all the fights we had?

What was the anger we had against each other?

What was everything in the face of all that love?

I raised my face to look at her. My sweaty, tired, and panting wife, putting all her efforts on pushing our child out of her belly, into this world. Her whole strength, focused only on making my dream become reality.

If she was strong enough to face all that pain for me, then I could face my fears for her.

"It's coming!" she warned, and I approached as she started pushing one more time, allowing me to support our child's head, watching as its whole body slowly came out from her body entirely, finally permitting her to sigh in relief as a strange bag of blood and meat came out as well, connected to our child by the cord.

"Oh, gods..." she cursed, relaxing in bed. "What is it, Ivar? How is my child?" she questioned.

But I was too wondered, astonished, looking at the baby moving in my hands, bothered by the air, by the temperature, by the mere sound of my breath - all new things he wasn't prepared for yet.

"Ivar?" She called, worried.

The fear growing in her voice again just to die completey when her eyes found my image, hands bathed in her blood I was now completely able to ignore, holding our child over that wet and warm towel we placed under her legs.

"It's a boy," I muttered, teary.

And our voices seemed to bother him even more because my son's forehead frowned and his voice could be heard a quarter further away from that house in such a strong cry I could never describe with my own words.

It was alive, full of strength, experimenting life for the first time...

In my hands.

I giggled, completely taken by that experience as Y/N showed me how to cut the cord, clean our baby with the towel, gently packing him in a dry towel so she could bring him against her chest, offering him the breast he accepted in goodwill, hungrily suckling from her.

I watched that scene in awe.

It was Frigg herself, with Baldr in her arms. My own goddess with our child against her chest, the product of her womb, the fruit of our love.

"We've heard the cry of a... Oh, gods... It's here, Floki!" I've heard Helga's voice and I knew she arrived at the bedroom's door such as Floki also arrived, too late to help. Soon enough to see the same wonder I was watching now.

I felt his heavy hand landing on my shoulder, but I didn't want to take my eyes from my beautiful Y/N with our son in her arms, to look at his teary eyes.

"Welcome to the boat of the ones who have already seen the gods, son," he mumbled, giggling that characteristic way of his to laugh.

But I smiled bigger, looking at Y/N who smiled back at me.

She was sweaty, covered in blood, and tired. But I was sure I would never see a woman more beautiful in the whole Miðgarðr.

"No, my friend... I didn't see the gods. A goddess lays in my bed every night. And she produced life as a gift to me."

Floki giggled again. I was speaking of his daughter after all.

But at that moment, all I could think was that if being whole was the best thing in this world, it should feel exactly like the feeling I had in my chest by looking at Y/N.

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[lisinfleur]

Bond

The request:

Author’s Notes | A cute request! I hope you enjoy! 

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Reader

Info | Modern AU, requested by anon for 5CW7

Words | 1684

⁑ Warnings: None

He remembers that the first time he found that little thing it was on the edge of the road, closer to the limits of his property barking and whining. On the other side of the road, near the woods, the rest of the litter left with the mother and Ivar understood what was happening, coming out of the car to look after the little one: the litter was abandoning the weaker and that poor little thing was left behind.

It was snowing. The road was a dangerous boundary. The little pup was left behind by the rest of the wolves for he wasn't able to follow the bigger ones across the road.

A wolf that couldn't follow the litter would pull it back, make is slower. Ivar knew pretty well that feeling of being left behind, considered the weaker, the weight that would pull everyone back or slow everybody. He could remember the many times he stayed home while his brothers were going out for parties and social events he would lie telling them he didn't want to go. He just didn't want them to be slowed down by his need for a wheelchair when he was younger.

That little pup was like him. And like his mother, he stayed back, taking off his scarf to try and pick the little one up.

However, despite being the weaker of his litter, like Ivar himself, that little pup was still a wolf. Ivar smiled when he started barking and growling towards him, bravely facing the bigger animal that his instincts considered a threat.

He wasn't weak. He just wasn't like the others somehow, but he wasn't weak. Ivar smiled: the little thing wouldn't come with him, but he knew without the proper care, that lone little wolf would die in the cold winter. So, Ivar came closer causing the little one to bark some times more, growling and walking back towards the woods until he was unsafe enough to run back to the trees and reveal Ivar where he was hiding: a huge tree with a small hole in the middle of its roots was serving as a lair for the little one. The place should probably be enough for the whole litter, but only he remained alone.

Ivar came closer, leaving the scarf at the entrance and pulling away, watching from far as the little one pulled the scarf into the lair.

He would be warm for that night.

Before leaving, Ivar ensured the fence would be properly closed to avoid that little thing to get hurt on the road. The lair was inside his property, so he could ensure the little one would be safe.

Through the next days, he came back to check on the pup, always bringing something with him. A small blanket, some meat... Slowly the little pup started to come out, closer and closer to him, trusting him more and more until he was finally able to touch the little one without being bitten.

Ivar knew he shouldn't be intending to domesticate a wild wolf, but he also knew that pup wouldn't last long without his family, so, if he could provide that little one home, why not? It would be a huge pet - the wolf was growing bigger and Ivar could already notice he was starting to dig around the lair's entrance, trying to make it bigger for him to go inside.

It was when that started... Ivar had planned to go there and help the little one, but when he arrived, the entrance of the lair was already bigger... And it wasn't marked by paws so it wasn't his little wolf's work.

Ivar also found some other stuff near the lair that wasn't his stuff...

The pup came closer, playing with him, now fully used to his presence. However, Ivar wasn't happy: someone was breaking into his fence and messing with HIS wolf.

To be sure he wasn't wrong about the invasion, he placed the fence in a different position being sure the wolf wouldn't be able to mess with it, but a human being would have to mess with the position to come in and out of that fence.

And the next day, there it was! The fence was messed just as he predicted and more things were there. Traces of meat and his wolf well fed.

"Who the fuck... Oh, but I'll get you!"

Whoever was invading his property, was doing it early in the morning or late in the night. By the traces of fresh meat near the wolf and in his fur, Ivar deduced that the person had come and gone before him, right before he came. So, he decided to set up a trap at the fence this time to warrant the person would be caught in his fence and not being able to leave unless it was decided to give up on its trousers!!

"Next morning I'll see your damn face, invader..."

Annoyed, Ivar left waiting to come the next morning to find anyone: one of his neighbors trying to poison the animal, some asshole from these scientific labs around the town... Anyone!

Anyone but a girl almost crying with her trousers caught by his trap at the fence...

"Dear gods! Thank you!" you thanked looking up to the sky before looking at him "Hey, you... You, please... Help me!" you asked.

Ivar looked at you surprised: you really didn't have any idea of who he was?

"Someone settled a trap and I think it hurt my leg... Please, can you help me? I can't lose these pants. Shit... I just came to help the little wolf that's living here near the road. I never thought someone would set a trap in a place like this. I bet it was one of those stupid scientists trying to catch the wolf!" you complained, seeing as Ivar came closer, dismounting the trap easily, confusing your mind.

But everything made sense when he looked at you, feeling guilty.

"I did. I settled the trap," he admitted, releasing you from that embarrassing situation.

"Why have you done that?" you asked surprised.

"It's my property. And I was helping the wolf as well. I thought it could be one of my neighbors trying to poison the little one. I just wanted to keep him safe," he rehearsed an apology, but you smiled instead of being angry.

"So... You're the one who brought that warm scarf..." you said, and he nodded, causing you to extend your hand towards him. "I'm Y/N, the substitute momma-wolf... I guess we're parents of the same child here..."

The joke caused Ivar to frown but, at the same time, he smiled thinking it was sweet that you were calling yourself that way.

"I'm Ivar," he answered causing you to finally recognize him with a surprised expression.

"Ivar Ragnarsson? You mean THIS Ivar?" you took a magazine from your bag where it was easy to see his image at the cover. "Shit... Daddy-wolf is a celebrity!" you joked and this time he couldn't avoid smiling.

"I never thought myself this way, I mean... daddy-wolf..."

That was childish. But charming at the same time. Ivar couldn't deny you were a sweet and pretty woman indeed.

You smiled at him and sighed.

"Well, I guess you won the guard of our child..." you kept that joke, but with a tone of sadness. "It's your property after all, and you're surely more empowered to keep the little one safe. I think he'll be fine without me, then."

"I was thinking about taking him home. He's practically tamed and to leave him alone in the woods would be dangerous to him so..." Ivar started, trying to find a way to approach. "Would you like to help me with this, momma-wolf?" he joked back, causing you to giggle.

"It would be good. I can't go work anyway," you shrugged, pointing your ragged pants.

Ivar sighed.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Hey, that's fine," you smiled touching his shoulder. "Ragged trousers for a new friendship? It seems a good deal for me."

Your smile was so charming and, somehow, he felt bewitched by the sweetness in your way to see things. Maybe it could be more than just friendship if he was lucky enough.

"You help me to put him on the cage and I'll teach you the way to my house, so you can come and see him whenever you want," he suggested, causing another beautiful smile to open in your mouth.

"Insert a coffee in this deal and you'll have me visiting every day," you joked with a smile.

And Ivar took his chance, smiling back.

"I have a coffee maker and a collection of capsules with different blends," he said, looking at you. "If you come every day, I think I earn a year of good conversations."

Whether you were raving or that amazingly beautiful man was hitting on you... Better not to lose the chance, right?

"I think you just earned your year, Daddy-wolf," you smiled.

His lips curled in a beautiful and attractive way, almost proud he just got what he wanted.

"We can start our year by talking about what will be the name of our son..." he said, opening the fence for you to come in and you smiled at his way to get into your game.

You never thought that stopping there for that pup would bring you such good luck. Maybe it was a good thing to think about his name...

"We should call him Even..." you said, coming closer when the little wolf left the hole coming close to you, touching your hand with his snout.

Ivar smiled.

"’Lucky’... It seems a good name. Then Even will be."

You smiled at him as the wolf shook his tail towards him as well, seeming to be happy to see the two of you at the same time. Maybe the little one was planning that meeting after all. One way or another, Ivar was sure that wouldn't be the last time you would see each other.

He would ensure that, for sure.

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[lisinfleur]

A Thousand Words

The request:

Author’s Notes | It took me too long, I know, but I hope you like the final result!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Nomad Reader

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @nyx-daughterofchaos98​ for 5CW7 and posted as later work.

Words | 1416

⁑ Warnings: None

Her fingers were touching everything she could reach; her eyes looking, observing, scanning everything she could touch before she could place the objects back on their original places and go to the next piece of her interest, leaving everything untouched, organized, as if she had never passed through that place. Factual proof of the story she told when he brought her into his hall.

"I'm a wanderer. A learner. I come to know, to understand, to learn, and to teach if someone wants to learn from me. I tell stories in exchange for stories, tales for tales, words for words. I fight the ones who fight me first. I kill the ones who tried to kill me first."

His men had started that fight, he was convinced.

But Ivar never saw someone dealing with so many of his men before. Of course, he had among his armies, tons of shieldmaidens that could face dozens of men at the same time as she did, but not unarmed as she was. Not using nothing but her bare hands to disarm and disable those men as if they weren't the same warriors who faced so many battles alongside him. As if they weren't the ones holding swords, shields, axes against her.

She was something more. A goddess maybe? She didn't claim to be one. Instead, she claimed to believe in many, disbelief many... A learner, she said.

"What brought you into my lands?" Ivar asked from his throne, kinda annoyed that she didn't interrupt her observation of the runes sculpted in his hall's pillars to look at him while answering his question.

Satisfied that she wasn't denying him any answers at all.

"Knowledge," she answered quickly, sliding her fingers through the pillar, feeling the runes. "Your gods... I don't know them. I know Budha, Rá, Hécate. Cernunnos, Christ, Zeus. I know Amaterasu and Oxalá. Ogum and Apolo. I know many gods. But I don't know yours yet."

Her eyes continued to slide through the runes along with her fingers.

"The names you say... Few of them are familiar to me. Who's Osalah? What is Ohgaum? What are those gods you claim to know?" Ivar asked, wrongly speaking the names, attracting her attention for a single moment, a glance before she started looking at the runes once again.

"Oxalá. Obatalá. The Iorubá creator of humanity. King of the White Cloth, purity, the beginning of everything," she explained as if it was natural for her to speak about those unknown names Ivar never heard before. "Ogum," she corrected his pronounce once again, continuously speaking with that tone of impassibility. "The lord of war, sire of fights, owner of the iron and everything that can be done from it. Gods from lands unknown to your people just like your lands are unknown to me."

"Why don't you look at me as you speak?" he finally complained, attracting her eyes once again, heavy and at the same time, empty like the sky in the middle of a clean night.

Mysterious... Inexplicable.

"Don't you respect a king when you see one?" he insisted as her eyes lost itself from his image once again into the runes sculpted on the wooden pillar.

"Crowns are nothing. Invalid pieces of twisted metal to mark the heads of leaders I saw rise and fall like the stars in the sky and the grains of the sand in your clear beaches. You're a man, like all the others under a crown. And one day you'll fall, like all the others before you."

Those words hit Ivar's chest like an arrow straight into his chest. To be confronted with his mortality, his vulnerability spoken like something so usual, so normal, so natural... It wasn't something he was used to facing every day.

"I could order your killing. Tomorrow you would be burned and it would be the end of your journey!" Ivar's voice sounded harsh.

But her expression remained unaltered, untouched by his anger or his threats.

"Others have done it before. I live, they died. And they successors gave me what I wanted before they also fell like their precursors. The fall is the fate of everything that rises, king. If I have to die by your hands, then be it. If don't, then I'll find my way out, and I'll come back for the knowledge when you're no longer ruling over these lands."

Once again, her words hit his chest and this time, Ivar got up, using his crutch to walk towards her, finally attracting her attention towards his legs.

He was ready to make a speech about how his rule would never end, how wrong she was about him, but her eyes fixedly looking at his legs infuriated him more than her impassibility in front of his threats.

"What? Something you never saw, wise one?" he mocked, looking at her with contempt.

But she lowered herself ignoring his glare or the emotions in his eyes, observing the braces in his legs the same way she was observing the pillar before.

"A beautiful work of good smithery," she said, totally disconcerting him as her fingers lifted to touch the unions and mobile parts of his braces. "Heavy metal, mobile structures to make it lighter... A magnificent way to deal with your condition, king."

Ivar was completely out of himself.

Who was that woman?

No. What was that woman?

Was she even a woman?

"Ivar," he said, looking at her. "My name is Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok. A descendant from Odin."

"Odin," she repeated, lifting herself up. "Then, you're a demigod. Many others claimed this before. I wouldn't doubt a crippled man who can walk could somehow have divine blood in his veins."

She walked away from him as his eyes followed her steps towards his table with total disbelief. She didn't refuse his claim. She didn't go against it. What was that woman after all?

She took one of his chairs and inverted it before mounting the seat, resting her face on her arms crossed over the wooden back of the chair to look straight into his eyes.

"Tell me about your ancestor. Who's Odin? And Ragnar? Are you the first human of your lineage? Tell me your answers, then, I'll answer your questions. Ask me, and I'll give you what I have. Give me what you have, and I'll leave your lands as I found. I have no intentions to destroy nor intentions to build. I don't want to conquer, nor to be conquered. A learner, I said. That's what I am. A word for a word, son of Odin."

Ivar leaned his head.

She could tell him secrets he could never have the chance to touch once again. And if she was bluffing, archers could surely put her down better than the warriors she faced, right? After all, he was a descendant from Odin! What god would be bigger than his?

"Slave!" he called, and a woman answered his call, lowering her head and receiving his words yet he didn't have stopped looking at that strange visitor in his chair. "Bring food. And mead. And prepare our visitor some good accommodations. There are tales to be told and questions to be answered, too many for a single night to hold."

Her lips curved in a smile. She would have the knowledge she came for, she could see it. Like others before him, that man in front of her was ambitious enough to give her everything for the knowledge she could hold.

"I'm Y/N," she introduced herself, knowing it would be his first answer once he had already introduced himself first. "I’m daughter of nobody, I came from nowhere, my destiny is the next step, and whatever the gods have prepared for me into it. I follow no god; I believe in all of them. I saw all lands; I belong to none of them. My home is the world, the roads, the dust. Ask, King Ivar, and you shall be answered."

Ivar pulled a chair to himself, his smile bigger on his mouth.

That woman wasn't something to be ignored. A blessing, of course. Maybe Odin itself, maybe Loki shapeshifting to mislead. Whatever she was, wasn't important.

He would want her to stay for as long as he could keep her by his side. And thank the gods his tales were as many as Yggdrasil had branches.

Luckily, he would fall before she could leave.

And Ivar wasn't planning to fall anytime soon...

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Child

The request:

Author’s Notes | I don't really think a thing like this would be completely ok for both sides, so I decided to write it from Hvitserk's POV. Hope you don't mind but it came out a little more angst that I was planning haha.

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Reader, Hvitserk x OC.

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW7

Words | 2053

⁑ Warnings: ANGST

One more cup and the jar was empty.

"Bring more mead," my voice sounded and the slave brought a new amphora with mead to my table.

At the Hall, they were celebrating - Ivar's wife was full with child and they were happy, feasting, partying.

"Won't you join them, Hvitserk?"

"No," I answered, cutting the familiar voice before Þyra could finish that sentence.

However, she sat beside me anyway, causing me to swallow the whole cup of mead at once, filling it again.

Or intending to, if her fingers weren't holding my amphora, preventing me from pouring more mead into my cup.

"Is it me, or are you sad for your brother's good news?" she asked.

And I wasn't able to look at her. To lie right on her eyes.

"I'm not sad. You're seeing things," I tried to slide out of her claws.

But she knew me better. Not better than Y/N, but I could say Þyra knew me as much as it was possible for a shieldmaiden who fought beside me so many times. Someone who saved my life so many times.

Þyra was the closest to a perfect woman for me I had ever found. Fierce, strong, delicate, gentle. But somehow, I had kept my interest to myself, treating her like a close friend. Despite not being my best.

"Leave me alone, Þyra. I just want to..."

"Drink yourself out. And whenever you want to do it, it's because you're sad, annoyed, or hurt. Which one this time, if not sad... Then maybe... hurt?"

"Stop," I warned, coming up from my chair and leaving the table with Þyra right behind me, leaving the room and crossing the way to the square outside where people wouldn't hear me speaking.

Where Ivar wouldn't hear me breaking the promises I made that were now tearing my heart in a million pieces.

"What's happening? Why are you fleeing from them? Hvitserk, come on! It's Y/N's dream becoming true! You were always so..."

"Close!" I interrupted Þyra once again, speaking harshly this time. "I know, Þyra! I know this better than anyone else, that is my best friend and my brother celebrating their first child inside. I know and I don't want to fucking be there. Isn't it clear?"

She crossed her arms and I knew she would stand there, petrified by my side, until she knew the reason why I'm being so aggressive.

The first drops of rain started falling from the grey sky and people started entering the hall and their houses, closing tents and leaving the square, almost as if the gods were providing me the perfect scenario to pour my heart out without breaking Y/N's trust in me.

Unlike them, I sat on the square's stair, sliding my hands through my hair, through my face. Sighing when Þyra sat beside me.

"You'll get wet," I warned.

"I'm not made of sugar," she answered.

And silent sat beside us like a third person.

I looked at her, sitting there like a statue. Getting wetter and wetter when the rain started to become too strong, embracing herself, forcing herself to stay despite the cold. She wouldn't leave my side. Not without her answers. I sighed again, covering her with my cloak.

We weren't made of sugar, but she didn't have to freeze there beside me.

"We're gonna catch a cold in this rain," I mumbled.

More to test if she would hear me in that lower tone.

"I don't freaking care, Hvitserk. Stop trying to give me reasons to leave without knowing what is making you..."

"Their child is my son," I spoke it out, silencing her voice in a surprised squeak.

Feeling as if I had thrown up the knot that was preventing me from breathing inside my throat.

"H-how? Hvitserk, you... Y/N... Oh, my gods, Ivar..." she covered her mouth and I shook my head negatively, rolling my eyes.

"I didn't fuck Y/N behind Ivar's back if this is what you're thinking, Þyra. That's not what happened. They came to me. They wanted a child and after a year of failed attempts, they thought we could try to see if it was Ivar's problem or hers. If she wasn't with child after a night with me, then... Then they would buy a slave for Ivar to produce a child. If she was with child, then it would be Ivar's blood without the chance of his disease and so he would raise the child as his own. Like we suspect father did to Björn."

That thing uncle Rollo told me and I told Ivar. I'm sure it was what made Ivar come out with this idea.

"Oh," Þyra's voice gained a comprehensive tone. "Then it comes that its Ivar's problem after all..." she commented.

"Maybe. Maybe they just were impatient to wait for the gods' will towards my brother. The fact is that Y/N is carrying a child of mine in her belly and..."

My heart clenched and I saw Þyra's expression changed when she noticed this was what was hurting me after all.

"And your firstborn won't know who you are. Gods, Hvitserk... Why didn't you tell them no?" she said, patting my shoulder when I held my face in both of my hands before looking at her.

"Don't you think I thought about denying it, Þyra? I did, but fuck... It was my best friend and my brother, at my door, asking me a favor to realize their dream to become parents... Y/N dreamed about having a child through her whole life! I couldn't just... I couldn't just say no."

She sighed when I lowered my face one more time.

It was eating me inside.

"Can't you talk to them about this?" she asked, and I giggled, bitter.

"And ruin their happiness? Come on, Þyra, you know me better than this! We shared a night, the three of us, not far from today, two moons, one moon ago. Y/N acted as if I wasn't there, Þyra. She kissed me, we had sex, but I wasn't really there for her. It was him all the time, they exchanged caresses all the time, she made sex to me, but it was love with him. Y/N loves Ivar with her soul and not even under another, she could pretend it wasn't true. I cannot go there now and tell them I gave up on my promises and I want to tell their child that I'm its father. I can't steal it from her."

"Wait," Þyra said, lifting my face to look at her. "You said you shared a night with them... And they made love to each other. So, Ivar was there, right?"

"Yes, he was," I said, sighing.

Remembering how he wasn't bothered by my hands touching Y/N's body or how I restrained my moans to sighs of pleasure as she clenched around me, moaning his name.

She was his. Undeniably his.

And it was never a problem for me. It wasn't about Y/N.

It was about that child.

"Then there is a chance that this child is not yours, Hvitserk."

Þyra's voice broke something inside of my brain and I looked at her completely taken aback.

She seemed to notice my reaction because she continued, looking at me with property in her voice.

"There is a chance that Ivar made that child with her when she was sharing their bed with you. Or even before this happened. Or after. The thing is that she spent a night with you, Hvitserk. But she has been spending a whole year of nights with your brother. And she kept making love to Ivar after that happened between the three of you. So, there is a higher chance that this child inside her belly is Ivar's. Pretty higher than the chance that, in a single night, you were able to do what your brother didn't in a whole year of marriage."

I looked away from her, to the doors of the hall. The light was flickering inside, the party was still going on, although the doors were now closed because of the rain outside.

Þyra's words came like a lightning bolt inside my head. What if she was right? What if that night was useless after all?

What if I just spent a night with her and she got pregnant from Ivar anyway?

I was there mourning my firstborn and, in the end, it was Ivar's.

It could be his.

It was pretty more possible that it was his.

"You didn't think about this, did you?" Þyra sounded again, with that smart-ass tone of hers. "You should find yourself a wife, Hvitserk. This thing of having children is starting to take your min-".

I didn't let her finish: I just pulled Þyra against my chest and mashed our lips together in the kiss I always wanted to take from her, feeling as she melted in my arms, answering shyly to the surprise of my actions, kissing me back slowly until the contact between our wet and cold bodies was finished.

"You're right. I should find myself a wife," I mumbled as she was looking at me surprised. "And put my firstborn inside her. Before I end up becoming nothing but an uncle..."

"Y-yes," she muttered, and I smiled.

Feeling light for the first time since that started.

The rain had gone for a moment, almost as if the gods had covered my secret with those grey clouds. Washed the weight in my chest with that water.

"There you are," Y/N's voice sounded followed by a giggle.

One of those happy giggles I liked so much to see in her voice.

"We were searching for you, Hvitserk! Oh..." She stood beside me with a heavy cloak around her body. "I didn't know you weren't alone," her smile became bigger and I got up, helping Þyra to get up as well. "Ivar and I were searching for you. I couldn't see you anywhere in the party."

"And I'm sure Ivar will be pissed off when he discovers you're outside trying to freeze his child in your belly, Y/N! You should get in, little oven. This bun won't be ready with the cold here outside. Come," I joked, causing her to smile when I touched her belly.

For the first time feeling light since it all began.

My fingers felt the small bump inside her dress and for a second, my heart clenched again.

What if it was really my child?

But Y/N's hand touched mine and she smiled at me so bright.

She was so happy.

So much more now that she saw me kissing Þyra...

"Bring your girlfriend with you, Hvitserk. It will be something more for us to celebrate tonight, after all, my brother is finally getting somebody to love, I suppose?" she said, getting Þyra fully clumsy.

My hand left her belly to embrace Þyra's waist and I smiled.

It wasn't my child.

It was their happiness.

And it was time to build mine.

"You're right. It's past the time for me to introduce someone into this family so... A brave shieldmaiden who saved my life twice seems good enough to be my wife, right, sister?" I joked as if I had never shown my interest on Þyra before.

And somehow, she got a way to become even redder when Y/N laughed at me, happier.

"Come in, silly one. Let us get you some dry clothes and good food, huh?" Y/N said, pulling Þyra by her hand, going back to the hall with a big smile in her face.

Þyra still looked back at me, confused. Taken by surprise by my sudden decision. But it was true I had looked at her to be my possible wife for a long time. And maybe it was a good time to start building my own life.

My eyes looked up to the sky. The sudden rain was starting to dissipate itself. A few rays of the afternoon sun starting to show itself.

I knew the gods had my secret taken. I knew they had that weight washed from my heart.

I mutely thanked them before starting to walk back home.

I had a party to celebrate.

A proposal to make.

And maybe a child to produce that night...

One that was really going to be mine.

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[lisinfleur]

It’s gonna be ME!

The request:

Author’s Notes | Late, but here! Hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for the request!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Ivar x Reader

Info | Modern AU, requested by anon for 5CW7

Words | 1719

⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

"So... She's your partner, uh?"

There were them!

The pair of sons of whatever bitch that had slept with my father and delivered them into my mother's arms so she could raise them as if they were my brothers and not the pair of motherfuckers I was seeing at the kitchen - Hvitserk lazily chewing on an apple and Ubbe with both of his hands on his trousers' pockets as if they weren't asking me about the girl I was fallen for.

Ok.

I didn't tell anyone.

Fuck it! What does it matter? Y/N was my partner, from my class, at my university! My shit! Not theirs! And I could bet those bastards were thinking about sharing her.

They were doing this to every single girl they had after Ubbe finally got his freedom from that premature marriage to Margrethe.

"Uhum," I answered, disinterested, trying to see if the wolf pack around me would understand I wasn't up to tell them about what their minds were classifying as their next lamb.

"She's your age?" Hvitserk asked, jumping off the table he was sitting on - although our mother had slapped his nape dozens of times not to sit over that table.

"Uhum," I mumbled again, opening the fridge and pretending I didn't know exactly what I wanted into it, just to hide my furious glare into the refrigerator instead of pushing my wheelchair against Hvitserk's knees and take the bad-bones' day as a chance to break his legs and get myself rid of that asshole at least.

"Uh... Is she single?" Ubbe asked and I pressed the cheese knife in my hand so tight that my knuckles became white.

"I don't know, Ubbe," I answered, cutting a piece of cheese as if it was his dick I would cut off in a lot of damn pieces if he was to come near Y/N with it!

"Come on, Ivar," Hvitserk giggled, "Stop hiding the treasures," he said, sliding himself between me and the refrigerator, stealing the piece of cheese I had just cut and getting a bite of it before looking at me once again with that cheese stick in his hand, moving as if it was some bait to get my sharp eyes' attention. "You have a piece of heaven working with you and you don't even know if she's free? Jez... Don't you talk to her, lil' brother?"

I do. About our gods' damn work, Hvitserk!

But I didn't say anything but grunting before starting to cut a new piece of cheese to myself, this time imagining I was cutting Hvitserk's light fingers so used to stealing things from me.

He just giggled again, chewing on the rest of my cheese in his hand before sitting on our kitchen balcony, right beside our mother's cooktop. Would it be too cruel to want that shit wasn't electric? Too evil from myself to wish so bad Hvitserk would end up burning his ass when sitting on places he shouldn't be sitting on? I don't know...

Maybe.

"I talk to her, Hvitserk," I said, placing my cheese in the middle of a pair of slices of bread for a quick snack. "It doesn't mean I investigate her private life."

"Read up: little Ivar knows nothing about the girl he's sitting beside through this whole year," he joked, getting my blues sharp over him once again, this time, enough for Ubbe to shush him with a waving hand.

"Stop it, Hvitserk," he mumbled, landing his free hand on my shoulder as if I didn't hate to be so lower than him on those chair days. "Ivar is right, after all. We shouldn't be investigating girls' lives around. If he doesn't know, I guess we might discover it for ourselves, uh?"

That sentence sent cold shivers down my spine: they would try to hit on her. On Y/N.

On my sweet and beautiful Y/N.

I couldn't hold myself, slapping Ubbe's hand out of my shoulder and giving up on the sandwich I just threw back on the refrigerator carelessly, moving my chair away from those assholes.

I couldn't keep listening to them planning to invite Y/N for a drink, or to some stupid dance club, a bar, whatever! Whatever place they could make her laugh and smile at them! Whatever place they could use that fucking charm of them to lure her into their bed so I would spend a whole night listening to her moans on their room.

"No fucking way!" I growled, throwing my cane on my bed after slamming my bedroom door.

No fucking way I would allow them to have her.

No fucking way I would sit and wait to see her in our class, trying to text one of those motherfuckers after they had her number blocked after exchanging her for another chick of the time!

My fingers started shaking at the cellphone before I touched the green button - what was I doing?

But at the same time, I couldn't stop! - it was me, or them...

"Hi... Ivar?" her voice sounded on the other side.

I wasn't a man of text messages.

"Did I forget something at your house?"

Of course... What other reason would I have to call her in the middle of the evening, around one hour after she left my house after working with me the whole morning in our project for the science fair competition at the university...

"No," I answered, trying to find the words. "I just... I mean... Yes. You..."

Fuck.

How could I be a gods' damn talented mind and not being able to speak properly to a girl?

"Ivar? Sweetie, I can't hear you. Damn, we need to work on an amplifier for these G-signals around," she giggled.

Such a sweet laugh... My favorite sound in the world. I swallowed dry: this sound could be exchanged for something I would hate to hear muffled by the wall between Hvitserk's room and mine.

No.

I wouldn't let it happen!

"There is something I need to tell you. Can you hear me better now?"

Come on, Ivar. Fucking speak!

"Yeah, loud and clear!" she answered on the other side.

And there was my safety running down the drain.

"Ivar?"

It was now or never.

"Are you free today? I mean... It's a bad-bones day for me and I don't wanna spend it whole studying in my room with my brothers around so I was thinking about going to the central square to eat some fries and chill for a while and..."

Why couldn't I just say "Do you wanna go out with me?"? Why was it so fucking hard?

"Fries are perfect. Especially if you're up to eat them with me. What time can I meet you there?"

Did she accept?

Did she just accept going out with me?

"Ivar? Can you hear me? Damn Gs..." she cursed, thinking my silence was a problem of the signal once again and not my mind completely broken with her easy acceptance to something I thought was impossible.

"Loud and clear," I answered, mimicking her way to answer me, getting a new giggle from her on the other side. "I was thinking about... Going now... If you're not occupied."

"That's great! I'm almost there, to be honest. I'll take five minutes to arrive so I'll make our order in advance: this way you won't have to wait for the fries to come when you arrive. I know you hate to wait."

She knew details about me...

"Back table, right?"

The minimum ones.

"Yes..." I mumbled. "Y/N," I started.

Feeling my throat close once again, swallowing the words.

"What?" she answered, but I just smiled, holding my phone.

"I'll tell you there. See you soon."

"It better be soon indeed, because you know I hate to be curious for too long!!" she reprehended me, causing my smile to become bigger.

"I know."

I knew.

I knew she hated to wait. She hated to see me sad - and so she would do anything to make me smile, even when I didn't want to. She hated to be curious for too long, but she loved surprises.

And I had a hell of a surprise for her this time.

I chose my best clothes, with the overcoat she liked to steal from me whenever it was cold and we were at the university campus.

It was slightly cold outside - and I wanted to take the chance to come back home with her perfume on it.

I tried to make my hair look less like a mess, but without mom around to braid it, I had to go for a bun. - Yay... Hvitserk's style. Great. But no.

I tried to sneak out, but of course, Chip 'n' Dale would be outside waiting for me in the living room.

And Gadget Hackwrench wouldn't miss the chance to be with them, naturally.

"Going out, Ivar?" Hvitserk said, in a taunting tone, with the last piece of my sandwich he surely took from the fridge in his hand.

That douchebag was always eating! It was a miracle he wasn't rolling around.

"Wasn't it a bad-bones day?" Sigurd asked, carelessly.

"I'm using the chair. And yeah, I'm going out. Something else, dad?" I asked, causing Hvitserk to giggle and Sigurd to roll his eyes.

"Want a ride?" Ubbe offered, but I denied it.

I didn't want them around.

"No. And I don't know when I'll be back, so don't worry," I said, leaving through the front door.

I would speak to her and tell her how I felt.

I would ask her to be mine and put an end to those bastards' ideas.

And it would be today!

At the living room, right after Ivar closed the door.

"I can't believe it fucking worked," Hvitserk giggled, throwing himself on the couch as Ubbe smiled, cocky.

"I told ya. He just needed a push," the elder one said.

"The two of you are playing with fire, that's what you're doing," Sigurd warning but Ubbe just rolled his eyes drinking from his cup of coffee.

"He's out, isn't he? And I bet he'll come home with a girlfriend tonight, so..."

"Job's done!" Hvitserk joked, crossing his feet on the center table, throwing the last piece of sandwich into his mouth.

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Fucked Up

The request:

Author’s Notes | Despite being for 5CW Ivar, it is Hvitserk who’s getting the loot tonight hahaah

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader

Info | Modern AU, requested for @lordsexmachine​ for 5CW7

Words | 1052

⁑ Warnings: None

"I can't believe you really did this!" Sigurd spat, laughing kinda drunk, watching the screen of Hvitserk's cellphone Ivar had in his hands.

"I told you! You owe me 5 dollars now!" Ivar spat back, challenging.

"Oh, no! No, no! We were pretty clear in our bet, Ivar! IF she answers you! And you were supposed to send the message as yourself!" the older one answered, pointing Ivar with the same hand he was using to hold his beer. "You're cheating!" Sigurd accused.

The two of them were alone at the table of a club they went with their brothers to share some drinks. However, Ubbe and Hvitserk were, of course, already busy sharing the same chick who flirted with the two of them for a moment at the VIP room and since Bjorn was too busy for a night with his brothers, Sigurd ended up alone in a table with Ivar and some beers - these last ones maybe the reason why the two of them were betting and not fighting as usual.

Yet, the bet was clear: Ivar should message Y/N and get an answer from her at Whatsapp. Nobody said he should do it by himself.

"You said: message her and get an answer. I got the easiest way to be answered, little Sigurd! Hvitserk is the motherfucking blessed dick around us, girls will always answer to his messages and..." the cellphone Hvitserk had left at the table with them shook in Ivar's hand and the younger brother showed the screen, victorious. "Here it is... I got my answer. You owe me five!"

"What did she say?" Sigurd asked, taking the phone from him to look at the screen, frowning as soon as he saw the messages exchanged at Y/N. "No way! It's not worth five dollars for an exchange of 'Hi's, Ivar!" he contested, pushing the device to his younger brother once again. "Since you want to cheat and use Hvitserk's charm, then I want something more. Set him a date and I increase the bet to thirty!"

With a defiant smile in his face, Ivar placed his beer can on the table and picked up Hvitserk's phone.

"Challenge accepted, brother!" he said, starting a conversation on Hvitserk's molds with the girl.

Ivar was sure of his victory: after all, Sigurd was too drunk and inattentive to notice he was exchanging windows at Hvitserk's device to take some hints of what to say from Hvitserk's last answers to other girls around his Whatsapp. Easy busy, he thought: all he had to do was to use Hvitserk's words and bang, Y/N would be in his hand.

Except for the fact that she decided to call him as soon as he answered he was at the club with his brothers tonight.

"Fuck... Fuck!" Ivar cursed.

"What?" Sigurd answered before Ivar pushed the device in his direction.

"Messages are one thing. Speaking is not on our bet, brother! You put us in this situation! Now what?" Ivar said, putting Sigurd in the front line of that shit...

Hvitserk would NEVER miss a call from a girl. If they didn't answer that one, then their brother would surely know they fucked up his chances with Y/N and Ivar would certainly push the blame over his back... Sigurd knew he was fucked.

What cannot be medicated...

"Hello, kitten..."

Ivar had to break a rib to avoid exploding in laughs while watching Sigurd playing the scene of his life at that phone, speaking just like Hvitserk was used to doing to his girls, trying to dodge the fact that the girl, for a fucking coincidence (or for the gods' punishment) was right on that bar, now trying to locate their brother with sudden and intense interest.

The two of them were so distracted - Sigurd trying to play Hvitserk. Ivar trying not to laugh - that none of them noticed their older brothers coming closer, Y/N by their side on the phone, until it was too late for them to have any excuses...

"I think I can see you now... red and tall collar under a black coat isn't it... Sigurd?" she said at the phone and Sigurd turned just to see that Ivar was silent, swallowing dry as Hvitserk, Ubbe and Y/N were looking at the two of them.

"Gimme this fucking shit," Hvitserk said, taking his phone from Sigurd's hand.

"It was a bet!" Sigurd started. "Ivar sent her the messages and freaked out when she called, so..."

"So, you started playing your best imitation of our brother," Ivar completed. "I have to say it was hilarious!"

"And I was here, really thinking Hvitserk wanted something with me tonight. Have the two of you thought there was a third person involved in this stupid prank of yours?" Y/N said, annoyed, silencing the laughs and diminishing the smiles in Sigurd and Ivar's faces. "That's not funny!"

Especially when Ubbe knew she liked his brother for real. Bad contact for them to troll and Ubbe didn't hide it in his frown.

"I have a good way to solve this situation," Hvitserk said. "How much did you bet?"

"Thirty," Ivar answered, annoyed when Hvitserk extended his hand towards them both.

"My phone, my contact, my money. Thirty, from each one. Now."

Both of them extended the money Hvitserk folded placing on his pocket and turning himself towards Y/N with his best smile.

"My brothers spoke for me, but can I compensate by inviting you to share a drink with me now?" he said, causing Y/N to blush with the idea of really having that drink Sigurd was promising passing by Hvitserk at the phone.

"It sounds pretty sweet," she said, smiling.

And Hvitserk gently touched her waist, conducting her closer to the bar, shaking his phone on his free hand as a signal for his brothers to look at their devices to what he wrote a simple message for them both.

"And since you guys tried to fuck me up, tonight, my drinks and Y/N's are in your bill. Have a good night, bros."

"Fucking bastard!" Ivar cursed.

"That's not fair!" Sigurd complained.

"Know your crime, pay your price," Ubbe smiled, sipping from his cup as the younger brothers were mourning each cup they watched Hvitserk share with that beautiful girl they earned for him.

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Þunglyndi

The Request:

Author’s Notes | I don’t know why, but it came a little lighter and fluffier than I was expecting. I hope you like this as well and I’m sorry for taking so long to post this one, babe!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader x Ivar

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @notyouraveragegirl17 for 5CW7 | Þunglyndi means “Depression��� in Icelandic

Words | 1549

⁑ Warnings: Some ANGST, mentions of deep depression and internal darkness, past abuse. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

The popular wisdom uses to say that "one man's nightmare may be another man's dream". Sometimes, men can dream together. Sometimes, their nightmares can be the same as well. And it was like this for Ivar and Hvitserk. Their dreams were the same, all towards Y/N. Both of them loved her with such deepness that they agreed in putting their pride aside and share the position by her side with each other, marrying Y/N in a polygamist relationship that was the light of her life.

Maybe the only spot of light her whole life had for her. Maybe the only light that was able to cut its way inside Y/N's life through the thick darkness that was always all around her mind and heart.  

Their dreams were the same and so were their nightmares, all around that intense sadness that none of them was able to fully destroy into her heart. Maybe this sadness was also a part of their decision to share her side - Both of them knew none of them would be able to face this dark and strong enemy all alone. Together, they could maybe be able to save her from herself as they saved her from that bastard she called a father.

For a long time, neither Ivar or Hvitserk were able to understand why was she so scared of men that she could jump beside Hvitserk just by Ubbe's sudden approaching or squeal beside Ivar if Sigurd was coming without a warning. Neither of them was able to understand why any middle tone up in their voices would make her shrink and accept almost anything that she was ordered to do as if she was always afraid of something they could never determine.

Until they knew her family.

Until they found out the terrible way her father had raised her; the horrible punishments she was exposed through her whole childhood; the way she was less than a slave for him.

What person wouldn't have her self-confidence destroyed by a man like him? Her skin was marked by his abuses but more than this, her mind was deeply forged to obey his screams or see itself crushed under his fist and it was enough for the brothers to decide it was time to put an end to it.

They sat to talk and settled a plan. And together, they went to her house and forced her father to accept in goodwill her marriage to them and their rule to never - ever! - put himself close to her once again. In exchange, they gifted him lands in the northernmost, far away from Kattegat's hall, where she would never need to see him again - even thou their will was to kill him in the worst way they could think.

None of them wanted to scare her even more, so they ensured everything would be perfect for her to understand that whole thing as her father's decision and forced him into a chariot that took him away once and for all from her life.

Yet, it wasn't enough.

Y/N was slowly getting better, they had to admit. But whenever Ivar was angry or yelling for something, she would almost disappear into herself in fear - the reason why even Sigurd had to agree that Ivar was controlling himself pretty more not to show his anger or keep himself calmer than he was usually.

Drunken Hvitserk? She would run from him like a Christian woman from a bunch of Vikings! - and that was why he was stopping drinking so much nowadays.

All his brothers had to admit they were doing the best they could and Y/N became something like a glue that stuck the two of them together: Ivar and Hvitserk would always find a way to calm her down or rescue her from her own mind. Whether in Ivar's lap, talking about his stories so she could forget hers; or walking around with Hvitserk to see the nature around and beautiful places instead of the dark rooms of her mind; one way or another, they were always trying to find a way to make her feel better.

So, in days like that, it wasn't unusual to see both of them smiling at each other with happy expressions and accomplice glares. Y/N was happy that day and both of them knew it was their fault she was still able to smile.

This time it was a full table she made by her own hands: loaves of bread, meat, vegetables, and mead. Cereals and everything they liked the most.

It wasn't any special day, they knew it! Both of them were always remembering themselves of the special dates of their marriage to keep Y/N always aware of how important she was in their lives, but this time, they were sure, it wasn't any kind of special day. Yet, she was preparing that whole beautiful table, with places even for their brothers they were sure she would ask them to invite for that meal she was preparing with so much dedication.

"Smukke?" Hvitserk asked first, before entering the kitchen along with his brother-husband.

They would love to be able to embrace her from behind and surprise her with neck kisses, but both of them knew it would be too scary for her. So, it was enough to have her smiling back at them with that sweet nickname they had in common to call her.

"Why are we deserving such a delicious and big dinner, may I ask?" Ivar asked, smiling back at her as she was slowly cleaning her hands from the rests of the paste she was using to decorate Hvitserk's favorite pie she just placed in the oven.

"It's a surprise," she said, smiling at them, touching Ivar's nose with her warm fingers and gently caressing Hvitserk's cheek with the other hand. "I have something to tell you both, but I want it to be a surprise. Could you please call Ubbe and Sigurd to have dinner with us?" she asked, confirming their suspicions. "I know Björn won't be around for a while because of his raid, but I wanted to have the family altogether tonight."

The brothers exchanged a satisfied smile and Hvitserk bounced in his heels - a clear sign of his happiness with her progress.

"I'll bring them," he said, smiling.

"I'll help you with the table so, my love," Ivar offered himself and she smiled, kissing Hvitserk's cheek and letting him go before bringing the plates for Ivar to place properly at the table.

With everything ready, she took the pie out of the oven, placing it gently at the table to get cold as the brothers would be eating and the sound of Ubbe's laugh along with Hvitserk's and Sigurd's voice woke them up for the door where they were arriving - always making some noise to avoid scaring Y/N up.

She smiled and so did Ivar. Her happiness, for minimum it was, would always make them happy.

Everyone took its places at the table and she gently served them all, sitting beside Ivar - at the headboard - and Hvitserk - closer to the middle of the table where he could serve himself with more.

"So," Hvitserk said, smiling as they all looked at her. "We're all curious about what is bringing this sweet smile to your face today, smukke."

She became slightly brushed before looking from Ivar to Hvitserk, smiling.

"I wanted to say thank you for all the efforts the two of you have been putting on making me feel better," she started, causing Ivar and Hvitserk to smile that accomplice way at each other.

Smiles that became large eyes and surprised expressions when the second part of her speech came, taking them unprepared for the news she was hiding from them all.

"And I also wanted to tell the family will grow bigger soon..."

Sigurd's smile became larger and Ubbe raised his horn with a salutation. But Hvitserk and Ivar looked at her with surprise and tenderness in their eyes. A slight line of tears in Ivar's blues as Hvitserk's hand gently landed in Y/N's belly trying to feel something in the almost invisible bump she had there.

"You're... With our child? Our first child?" Ivar asked, and Y/N touched his face, gently caressing his cheek with a smile, nodding as the smile in his face became bigger.

"We gonna be fathers, my brother!" Hvitserk celebrated.

"The gods have blessed us once again!" Ivar said, touching Y/N's forehead with his, gently kissing her lips before Hvitserk could do the same, kissing her mouth sweetly.

The two of them touched their foreheads on each other, holding their hands. That complicity between them both so strong and visible, smoothing the smile in their brothers' faces on the other side of their faces.

In their eyes, the victory of one more step towards Y/N's happiness and the dreams they were to build together with her. In their hearts, the gratitude for each other's help and efforts to conquer that step and the many others to come.

Hvitserk and Ivar would never stop fighting to have their precious Y/N out of that darkness. And now, they would have one more spot of light to enlighten her path by their side.

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My fate, my rules!

The request:

Author’s Notes | I hope you like it, dear anon! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, Saxon Princess! Reader, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 3245 ⁑ Warnings: None

When you first saw the man standing inside that hall, he was nothing but a rag. Young, dirty, a prisoner being carried around by your father's men like a bag of potatoes or something similar. You could still remember how his face was softer, his body was thinner, and his hair could barely cover his forehead with a strange hairstyle that caused your brother to call him "Nordic Acorn" for days…

Well, you had to notice Aethelwulf's expression since your brother's eyes were almost popping out of his head as the acorn-boy he liked so much to mock as inoffensive, was now standing in front of him - taller than him, by the way… - with long braided hair, fierce blue eyes, and a thousand soldiers wanting to put your castle down to the ground for his desires, held back by nothing but his command.

"Ivar, the Boneless," your brother stated as if recognizing that boy from years ago. "The second to last son of Ragnar Lothbrok."

You rolled your eyes when Ivar frowned, naturally not understanding your brother's colocation: Aethelwulf was convinced Kwenthrith's son was one of the sons of Ragnar indeed.

"I think you don't know my family as well as you think you know, Ecberth's son… I'm the last son of my father, but surely not his last legacy in this world."

Even his voice changed from what you had in your memories. Ivar was a grown man now despite the lack of a beard that you could say was even charming in him. He became a beautiful man. But your feelings for that Viking weren't something new.

The two of you weren't something to come from those glares Aethelwulf already had noticed. Ivar was the owner of your heart since the time when you sneaked into the dungeons to know him in a cell and spend entire nights talking to him about the most variable subjects as your father was deciding his father's fate. He earned your heart with his ways, learning how to read the parchments you brought for him, teaching you words in his language your father's friend Athelstan didn't teach. Ivar was the first man that ever touched your lips with his, even thou there were metal bars in between the two of you.

You never really forgot how hard it was to let him go without goodbyes, watching as the chariot took him away leaving you with nothing but his promise.

"What will happen after you go away?"

"I'll come back for you."

Aethelwulf never dreamed about this. He never understood why you became more astute after "the heathen" - in his words - went away with his desires that Ivar's boat would sink and no one would ever find his remains. Your brother would only repeat incessantly that Ragnar's visit was a curse and even you were different after those men appeared in your father's door - words that the following events that ended up with your father's crown in your brother's head confirmed in the peasants and your brother's minds.

But the truth was that Ivar taught you. He changed you and stimulated your curiosity. Because of him, you sneaked to read the whole library, you learned, you studied and understood. And regardless of what Aethelwulf was planning for you, you had in your mind that Ivar would never forget you.

And you were right…

"I see you're not aware of Magnus…" your brother started and, without respect, Ivar simply cut his sentence, remembering you of the frisson of seeing a Norseman facing one of yours.

They were fearless. And it always made you melt.

"Kwenthrith's son wasn't my brother. And I'm not here to speak of the past."

Firm, like the tone you'd always imagined his god Odin should have to speak.

"Then what brings you here, Norseman?" Aethelwulf said.

And you held your breath. It was always funny to hear how your brother used to say words like "heathen" or "pagan" or even "Norseman" as if they were curses or mocking terms. Well, if they were, Ivar wasn't as bothered by them as your brother wanted him to feel.

"I've come to keep my word for I might break a bone but I can never break a promise."

Aethelwulf's face frowned but you smiled. Those weren't words to your brother but to your heart. And you couldn't avoid showing how happy you were to know he didn't forget.

"I don't remember any promises coming from you nor your people other than killing my lineage and stealing our lands," Aethelwulf's pride taunted.

But Ivar's eyes remained on yours. He knew you understood and you stood forward, surprising your brother with the smile you had on your lips for that man he would call a pagan.

You walked down the stairs and stood in front of Ivar, and for an instant, nothing seemed to exist but those two sapphires clear like the sky looking at you with the same tenderness you remember seeing into them years ago. He was pretty taller than you now - standing, Ivar was imposing and huge, like any other Norseman you ever see. - and it was good to look up to see his face now: you could remember how much he hated people had to look down to speak to him and the many times you sat on the floor just to lower yourself to his level so the two of you would look at each other as what you were: equals.

Now, he was bigger, stronger, more beautiful. And yet he was looking at you from upon your head, his eyes were still the same. Your pretty boy was grown, but still yours such as you were a grown woman now, but still his were your heart and your soul.

"May I ask what, in the name of God, is happening here?" your brother's voice cut the scene and took your sapphires from you, to his face.

Ivar's glare was fierce and strong when looking at your (noisy) brother who was really looking bothered in his throne.

"You come into my kingdom, take lands that aren't yours, kill my men and invade my territory, stand into my hall with promises I don't recognize and now this... What is this that you have such intimacy with my sister?"

You looked back at Aethelwulf, sighing.

"When our father took him and Ragnar as his visitors..."

"Prisoners," Aethewulf corrected you, not giving you space to speak, causing Ivar to crisp his lips, annoyed.

But you only sighed again. You knew your brother, but somehow, you also knew it was soon to be over, so why bother yourself with his behavior?

"When our father took him and Ragnar as his prisoners," you repeated, correcting your word just to have Aethewulf's silence, "I took care of Ivar's cell for a while and he made me a promise when he went away."

"What kind of promises could a Norseman do to you, Y/N?" he cut you again and this time, Ivar's head moved that snaky way you knew were a clear sign he was about to get himself fed up of your brother's behavior.

"He said..."

"It doesn't matter anyway," Aethelwulf cut you once again and this time you sighed annoyed and Ivar frowned looking at him.

His ways towards you were really bothering the Norse Commander but it wasn't enough for Aethelwulf to stop.

"We have no time for these minimalisms when something bigger demands our attention," he said, standing. "I hope you came intending to negotiate the withdrawal of your army from my lands, Norseman."

"Kinda," Ivar answered, surprising Aethelwulf that from the top of his arrogance wasn't waiting for an attempt of negotiation coming from the enemies. "I think the lands I have are quite good and enough for my people to establish a settlement and since I'm about to become a king, I think I'll need a proper queen to reign beside me over my new lands..."

Despite the arrogance and intentional taunt in his tone, Ivar's words surprised you.

His queen?

Was he speaking of marrying you?

You never thought he would take it so far and your heart hushed into your chest with the mere idea of becoming his wife.

Crowns were never important to you, but the thought of being by his side was delightful, despite your brother's disbelief stamped in his face.

"So," Ivar continued, "My proposal is quite simple: you won't stand in my way as I take my precious Y/N to be my wife and I'll cease the attacks and settle in my new lands with my new wife. We can co-exist without problems and I may even be your ally in case you need any military support, which seems to be something pretty valuable for someone with men like yours."

A clear mock on the fact that Aethelwulf's army was losing terrain for Ivar's men like rats fleeing from a bunch of cats.

"What you're proposing is absurd!" Aethelwulf protested "I would never deliver my sister in the hands of a man I don't trust!"

Lies.

Your brother was offering your hand like a prize to any Christian king that was up to get his lands free from the threat the Norseman represented to your people. And Ivar's men were so strong and harsh that not even the promise of a future crown was enough to bring suitors to his proposal.

Yet, Ivar giggled at your brother's almost hysterical reaction.

"In this case, I see no option but invade your town, take the crown from your head, and marry my Y/N unfortunately without the blessing from my brother in law."

The sound of those words was enough to have all his men unsheathing swords, causing a huge tension to install itself into that Hall when your brother's men also did the same in what would be the prelude of war to happen in your house.

The most sensate thing to be done would be to cede: Aethelwulf knew he should accept Ivar's request and grant his people's safety by marrying you to him - it would be something to warrant the end of the Norsemen's threat over his kingdom once and for all and the price was low taking the fact that the lands Ivar's men had invaded were unused and idle since your father's time as king. However, your brother was no king...

Aethelwulf was a spoiled brat with a crown in his head and an ego that would never admit taking the same ways your father once took. For him, to negotiate with the heathens was to lower himself from God's grace somehow he thought was over him and you knew he would never accept what was obviously the best option to your people.

Even then, you tried to guide him in the right direction.

"It's a good proposal, brother. A low price for something we're longing for..."

"That's ridiculous! You're my sister! A Christian! A soon to be queen! I would never give you to these pagans as a sacrifice and a plead for mercy we don't need!" Aethelwulf cut you for the last time before Ivar was finally full of his bullshit.

He stood, chest stuffed, ready to speak in your favor, but, for his surprise, it wasn't his voice that echoed at the Hall, but yours, finally taking the reins of your own life.

"What's ridiculous is your stupid ego speaking louder than your mind, Aethelwulf!" you started, hearing his scoff as you proceeded, ignoring his outraged expression, "You're a king, my brother, no longer a spoiled child that can only hit your feet on the ground for what you want! You have dozens of people relying on you to protect them, to keep them safe, to get rid of the threats around them! What you're doing is not the right posture for a king! Even our father knew when it was time to cede and accept king Ragnar had won and if he wasn't stupid like you, maybe we had ended the Norsemen's thread earlier with that deal! You, men, seem to have your balls thinking instead of your head sometimes! We could have his people as our allies and once again this chance is presenting itself for you as once it did to our father!"

"And I'll take it as our father did and spit on these demons' faces! I have no intentions to..."

"Then it is my duty to decide for you, once you show you're not in the plenty of your mental faculties," it was your time to cut him and watch as the steam started to come up from his head.

You knew Aethelwulf never admitted your voice sounding louder than his. But this time, you wouldn't accept his stupidity.

"You have no say in this!" he insisted, but you stood for your ground, looking at him with strong eyes that weren't able to notice the amused and aroused expression in Ivar's face by your side.

Your Norseman was pretty taken by your strong behavior, thinking you had grown even better than his imagination allowed him to draw in his mind.

"Before speaking about lands and people, we're talking about my life, brother! I am the one who will marry for this alliance, I'm the one who will become his queen, and I decided long ago that if this ever happened; if Ivar ever came back for me; I would be his. It won't be you to prevent me from ruling my own life, not when you can barely rule your own men, my king."

Ivar's laugh echoed through your Hall along with the sound of his hands clapping. He never thought you could be so strong and whatever changed in your personality was really attractive for him, even more than what you were before.

His laughs were enough to infuriate Aethelwulf and he threatened to advance towards you, causing Ivar's smile to close immediately and his hand to raise a dagger that landed in your brother's neck as soon as his steps were close enough to you for him to almost touch your neck.

Aethelwulf grunted, angrily. Yet, you stood in front of him without fear.

"Our father died because of these pagans, Y/N and he trusted me to care for you after his death. I won't allow..."

"You won't allow or disallow me anything, brother," you cut him one more time causing him to clench his jaw, furious. "I've learned enough along the years to know I'm more than just a property for you to trade for your interests. I'm a free woman and the owner of my destiny and whether you want it or not, I'm leaving with Ivar today. You can take this chance and sign the papers to have my future husband as your ally or I can sit and wait as he comes to take this stupid crown from your hands and land them in the hands of someone that will surely take care of our people better than you do."

"Your hands sound perfect for me, my queen," Ivar said, looking at your brother's face.

Aethelwulf growled in fury. He knew he was defeated. With your support, Ivar would soon be accepted as King in his place, once the people of Wessex had you in their higher place of admiration and love. You would conduct them easily and his memory would be nothing but dust in a few years...

By letting you go, he could maybe take the chance to get some time, gather some support, maybe go against your husband later, despite knowing it would be hard to convince his people to betray the Norsemen one more time when the first time had such disastrous consequences. Yet, it was the best option in his mind.

He had no other choice.

"You leave with your filthy heathens away from my hall, Y/N! And don't you dare to claim our father's blood to your unacceptable progeny with this demon you'll call your husband! You abandon all your rights to Wessex's crown by deciding to get yourself married to this sinful man under his false gods!" he vociferated, angrily.

But you just sighed, looking at him.

"Don't worry, my brother. I have no intention to steal what you have that's most precious for you. Keep your metal crown, Aethelwulf. Freedom sounds better for me," you said, touching Ivar's hand and feeling as he lowered his dagger releasing your brother from the tension of imminent death.

With a single wave of his hand, Ivar's men sheathed their swords and the tension around started to dissolve slowly, despite your brother's crescent fury.

"I think there is nothing to be solved in here anymore, right?" Ivar mocked, looking at your brother. "You have my word as long as your men stay away from my lands, no new attack will be done and if you need any help, do not hesitate on sending me a crow... Brother."

That smile on the corner of Ivar's lips was taking your brother out of his sanity and you knew that, but Aethelwulf straightened himself, looking at Ivar with that attempt to pretend he was still upon the situation.

"If something ever happens to my sister..." he started trying that stupid theatre of a protective brother you knew he never was.

"Don't worry. I'm sure I'll be safer beside Ivar than I ever was into this castle," you said, looking into your brother's eyes. "And don't mind about coming to my marriage, brother. As you said, it will be under my husband's gods and we both know you must keep clean your image of a good Christian king so let us pretend you politely refused to take part in a heathen ritual and keep things among us restrict to the papers I intend one of our messengers to come and pick up tomorrow," you stated.

Getting one more amused smile from your soon to be husband.

"Our father would be disappointed with you, Y/N, but it is not like you didn't know that, right?" the last movement: an emotional shot that passed far from hitting your heart.

"Our father knew me as nothing but a coin to be exchanged, brother," you said, looking at Aethelwulf untouched by his words, "Let us think he would be proud that you knew how to exchange this coin for a good alliance instead of wasting it with that Southern King you thought would do more than pee on his pants if he was here when Ivar crossed those doors."

The more you spoke, the more Aethelwulf's anger was growing into him. But you had a life to enjoy outside those walls and now, with the Norsemen opening the castle doors, you wouldn't waste your time with your brother's tantrums.

"Take care of yourself, brother," you said over your shoulder.

Feeling when Ivar's hand embraced your waist, conducting you towards the doors in the hallway that his men opened for the two of you to pass.

You could still hear Aethelwulf breaking half of the hall's vases and decorations in an outburst of anger after you crossed the doors with your soon-to-be husband beside you.

But you were too happy with yourself to really pay any attention to him anymore.

With Ivar smiling by your side and conducting the horse, you stood in his chariot, looking forward to seeing how pleasurable it would be to be the owner of yourself.

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Right Beside You

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Author’s Notes | I hope you like it! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, Slave!Reader, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 3682 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, some cursing.

Her eyes were over you and you could feel it.

Unlike Margrethe, you weren't seeking the older sons' attention nor luring them into the space in between your legs trying to get yourself pregnant to warrant a life beyond the chains. And the queen noticed you were different.

You were born a slave. So, freedom was an unknown terrain for someone who served and had her needs granted throughout your whole life. You were meek and obedient. Never needed to be forced into any kind of work and despite your undeniable beauty, your meekness ended up not attracting the eyes of her sons, eager for the lustful women always surrounding them around.

With them slapping and fighting each other to grant Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd's needs, your attention was turned to the younger one's needs and you ended up learning everything Ivar needed to have a comfortable life - even when he never noticed you were the one providing it.

You learned how to make the ointment for his legs' wounds; the herb sachets for his room with his favorite scents to sleep; the way he liked his blankets and sheets - and his favorite ones for the coldest nights. You knew from his favorite clothes to the right time to lit the fireplace in his room to warrant the cold of the winter nights wouldn't invade his bedroom to bother his sleep.

And queen Aslaug was aware of your abilities. Especially the fact that you could sew leather with perfection - something she noticed when she caught you sewing Ivar's gloves when the stones ragged the thread that was keeping them altogether preventing him from spending his gold on an unnecessary new pair that would take days to adjust to his movements and become comfortable again.

So, when his brothers started fighting for Margrethe's ownership, complaining he was stealing the woman from them, Queen Aslaug had enough and called you.

"Here... Get up and leave, Margrethe!" she ordered, and Margrethe left the place beside Ivar, causing him to frown. "Sit down, Y/N," she commanded.

To what you answered, sitting by his side, obediently keeping your head low.

He knew you... The frown on his face became lighter.

"What are you doing, mother?" he asked, and so, she picked your hand and placed it over his for him to hold like he was doing to Margrethe's hand before you came.

"I'm giving her to you and solving this stupid dispute. Margrethe is yours," she said to his brothers who were looking at each other, surprised. "You had already fucked her enough for me to doubt any of you will know who's the father if she ever spits out a child! Keep her for yourselves, keep sharing her, do whatever you want with Margrethe. Y/N is Ivar's only and from today on she'll tend for his needs and his needs only, whatever they are."

Ivar looked at you, wondering if his mother was really giving him a gift. Margrethe was something all his brothers wanted, but none ever talked about you... Were you valuable like her?

"That's not fair!" Sigurd manifested and it immediately attracted Ivar's attention. "She's the only one who can sew leather properly and you will give her to Ivar! He'll ensure none of us will ever have her pieces again!"

Ivar's frown dissolved into a bright smile and he kissed your hand, caressing it with his thumb and looking at his brother almost maliciously.

"You bet I will..."

"And I don't wanna hear complaints, Sigurd! Y'all made your choices. Y/N is Ivar's and if he doesn't want her to sew for you, then you can ask Margrethe to learn or pay someone who does it for you instead."

Sigurd was really annoyed by her choices while Ubbe and Hvitserk were looking at each other, wondering if Ivar would sell your services for them when needed. However, Ivar seemed very pleased by your presence from that moment on, asking you to serve his mead and bring him pieces of food to his mouth - something you did without questions, separating portions of his favorite foods, mixing them the way he liked to eat.

It didn't pass unnoticed...

When the time came for bedtime, you went to his room with him to lit the fire, and he observed as you placed the wood ensuring the embers would last until the morning time without filling his room with smoke. He noticed the herbs you placed on the fire and the pleasurable smell that filled his room and he smiled, thinking it was the delightful smell he always had in his nights.

So, you were the reason why his room was always so comfortable for him.

You placed the ointment beside his bed and provided the herbs he would have to chew to prevent the pain to take his peace during the night and with everything ready, you stopped in front of his bed.

"I'll wait outside as you get yourself ready to bed, my lord," your voice sounded for the first time since he noticed you and Ivar smiled, pretending he was surprised.

"Oh, you speak!" he said, smiling bigger. "I thought you were mute. You spent the whole day silent by my side. Aren't you pleased by your new master, pet?"

The names weren't something that bothered you.

"No, my lord. You just didn't request me to speak."

Ivar giggled, straightening himself at his bed.

"So... You're that obedient... This is something that pleases me, dear Y/N," he said, patting the place by his side in his bed. "C'mere. Sit by my side, pet."

You feared he would ask you such things... But he was your master after all... Sooner or later, a master would order you to please him and you weren't in a position to deny it.

Ivar was a good observer: it didn't pass unnoticed for him that you cringed to his ask, sitting by his side without looking straight at him.

His smile became smaller...

"What? Fearing I'll ask you to touch me or please me as Margrethe does to my brothers?" he asked with a harsher tone, annoyed. "To serve my needs and my orders, you're dedicated. But when it comes to pleasing me, then you cringe... Just like she did!" he grunted, angrily, causing you to shrink a little in his bed.

"I'm sorry, master Ivar. It wasn't my intention to displease you," you said, lowering your head.

"But you do!" he growled back, annoyed. "All of you are the same. Moaning and pushing yourselves under my brothers like rutting bitches, cringing in disgust when coming closer to me!"

He was understanding everything wrong and you lift your eyes, looking at him and shaking your head negatively.

"It's not what you think, my lord..."

"Then what?" Ivar cut your sentence in the middle, growing angry very fast.

Something you already knew was common for the younger son of queen Aslaug.

"What makes you cringe under the thought of sitting by my side or having me asking you to please me? What makes all of you cringe to me when you're all smiles and lustful movements to my brothers?"

"I never touched a man before," you said, breaking his frown in a surprised, almost shocked expression.

"What?" he asked, losing his posture and you looked at him, almost ashamed.

"I'm afraid you ask me to please you because I don't know how to properly do it. I'm not like Margrethe... I know how to cook, and prepare ointments; I know how to lit a fire and keep your room warm, and how to beat your sheets and blankets so they'll be comfortable for the night. I know how to prepare the herbs and teas, how to ease the pain, how to sew leather, and even how to sew wounds and treat them. But..." you swallowed dry, looking at him once again. "I never touched a man. I never saw a man's nakedness nor get myself under any man before. My fear is to displease your desire by not being able to satisfy you properly, master."

His anger trickled down the drain almost instantly, impressing confusion in his face for a second before his mind could really figure out what you were saying: he would be the first and only man to ever touch you...

None of his brothers ever had you before him nor would ever have unless it was his desire. And it wasn't.

Ivar smiled once again.

One last question wandering in his mind when he looked at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

"Prove me what you're saying, slave," he said, commanding. "Treat my legs. If you're speaking the truth, then, this must not be any problem for you, right?"

Margrethe would cringe only by the idea of touching his legs once again. He could remember how she uncovered his body barely touching the sheet that had covered his legs, disgusted!

You, instead, readily got yourself standing.

"As you wish, my lord," you said, slowly uncovering his legs and looking at him. "I'll need you to take off your trousers, master Ivar."

What he did slowly, exposing his legs to your eyes, observing what would be your reaction to see the twisted bones, twisted fingers, the thin and broken skin.

Your face contorted and for a second he thought he would catch you lying, but your words caused him to pull back, waiting...

"I'll need a different ointment tonight, my lord, please forgive me... I didn't know you had deeper wounds."

He had, two deeper cuts and some burns from dragging himself around watching Margrethe's way from one of his brothers to another, fucking all of them seeking for their seeds...

His eyes continued following you as you searched in his bag of herbs for the necessary leaves and seeds to increase that ointment with what he would need.

You cared to cool down the new prepared enough for it to keep some warmth without being aggressive to his skin. When it was ready, you came closer, sitting by his side and touching his legs with gentleness.

He could see you weren't disgusted, nor your touches were light because you didn't want to touch him: your touches were light because you were avoiding hurt his already fragile skin.

One by one, you treated his wounds, bandaged where needed and ensured his feet were relaxed and clean, always touching him with precision and gentleness. At the end of your work, his legs were comfortably warm, his pain was considerably reduced, and his eyes were surprised over you.

"So... You're not disgusted with me."

It was an affirmation, not a question.

Ivar knew you weren't disgusted. He could see you weren't lying. And more...

You weren't like the others. You knew what he needed and you knew how to treat him to make him feel better not only physically, but somehow, you knew how to soothe his heart.

"I have no reason to be disgusted, my lord. You're a man, like all the others. With needs, like all the others. Master Sigurd has callosities in his fingers because of the oud. Master Hvitserk's beard sometimes stinks because of the number of different foods - and women - he tastes around. Master Ubbe's hair is hard to comb and he always manages to rag his clothes somehow. Each one of you has its own needs, my lord. I don't see any reason to..."

He touched your lips with his thick fingers, silencing your voice when you noticed he was looking straight into your eyes. His thumb slowly slid through your lips, moistening them with a few of your saliva, caressing the soft skin.

"You speak too much..." he smiled. "But I like the sound of your voice."

You blushed.

His fingers were rough, but somehow, it was shivering your skin, causing you to sigh when his hand slid to your neck, touching the sensitive skin.

"I don't mind if you never touched a man..." he said, and you felt Ivar's fingers in your nape, softly pulling your face closer to his. "I wanna be the first."

You barely had time to inspire before his lips mashed against yours, spreading his taste all over your mouth, surprising you with the sensation of being kissed by the first time.

Ivar's free hand pulled your waist and soon you felt your body against his. His hands caressing your waist and nape as his tongue asked passage into your lips, exploring, tasting.

Your skin shivered and you sighed against his mouth, breaking the kiss when his hand slid from your waist to your thigh, lifting your skirt, invading the cloth to touch your skin.

His eyes were still wondering if you would stop him. But you sighed a small moan, pecking his lower lip, almost asking for him to continue, closing your eyes and moaning in bliss when he dared to touch your untouched core.

"Master Ivar..."

His name dancing in your voice that way was enough proof for him to stop doubting you would be his. And it aroused Ivar more than anything in his life had ever warmed his body.

His kisses became stronger and he pulled you into his bed, embracing your waist and then, covering your body with his.

His kisses explored your body like Margrethe didn't allow him to do, and his hands knew your sweet spots one by one, exploring the skin you allowed him to expose when he started untying your dress.

Ivar took his time to explore your body the way he wanted to do before, learning what could make you moan his name louder, what would make you hiss in pleasure under his touches. He tested in your body every single thing he saw his brothers doing, kissing your skin, tasting your folds, touching your breasts... All his doubts were satiated in your moans filling the room and surprising his brothers reunited outside, not really understanding why Margrethe had lied to them about his ability to please a woman: if he wasn't able like she said, then what was dragging his name so many times out of your mouth?

When the time came to make you his, he got you mounting his lap instead of locking you under his weight as he did to prevent Margrethe from fleeing out of his touches. Unlike her, you willingly mounted his hips, embracing his neck, kissing his lips almost eagerly, taken by desire in a way he didn't expect to see.

You wanted to feel him. You wanted his skin against yours. You were moving to make it easy for him to reach you, finding positions where his legs wouldn't be a problem for him to touch or explore your body. You wanted to please him as much as he wanted his moans and it got him a hard boner he never had before.

As a way to compensate you for the pain of having his body stretching your walls, Ivar touched your clit, rubbing it the way he learned would make your body pleased while he was slowly getting into your virgin entrance.

The feeling of your body embracing his and the way you pressed his shoulders, embracing him tighter for support instead of pushing him away from you or looking away from the two of you were really impressive for him.

No woman has ever got him so horny for so long as you were doing with your movements, shyly waving your hips against his, getting yourself used to the tight sensation of being full of his cock.

Your moans mixed to his filled the night and in the next morning, you woke up with his fingers sliding through your naked back. It was already clear morning and you sighed, surprised you had slept so much in his bed.

"Oh, dear Freya! I'm sorry, master Ivar!" you said, preparing to get up.

You should long be working to prepare his breakfast and morning bath! You were late for the first time you could ever remember!

However, Ivar's arms wrapped around you, preventing you from getting up, pulling you back into his arms.

"Stay," he commanded, taking a deep breath into your hair, feeling the scent of sex mixed with his smell on your skin, pleasing him with the idea he wasn't unable as Margrethe made him think.

Instead, he had you through a whole night, moaning for him, marking his skin with your embrace and thin nails, giving him delicious memories his mind was enjoying while his fingers were running your sweaty skin.

"Master..." you mumbled, confused.

Shouldn't you be working?

"Ivar," he answered, looking at you. "Call me Ivar from now on. I don't wanna think you did what you did just because you're my slave and have no other choice."

You noticed what he was thinking and what he was trying to avoid.

Once again, your voice sounded smoothly into his ears.

"I never thought you would want me, Ivar..." you mumbled, still feeling strange to call him by the name. "But I like to know you were the first."

His lips curled into a smile and he caressed your face softly.

"And I'll be the only one. You can be sure, my sweet, sweet Y/N."

His words sounded sweet into your ears and he kissed you deeply, almost... Passionately.

That morning, he left his room late for the breakfast, but there was a smile on his face when he sat in his chair, pulling you by the hand to sit beside him.

"It seems you enjoyed your gift, Ivar," his mother said, smiling with the satisfaction stamped on his face.

"We all heard how much," Sigurd taunted, this time failing in getting his expression angry towards him.

Instead, Ivar smiled genuinely towards his brother, causing all of them to look impressed at that unusual scene.

"Good to know it was audible, dear Sigurd," he said, caressing your thigh with his hand over your leg instead of holding yours this time.

You were preparing his piece of bread with butter, spreading it the way you knew he liked.

"What did he promise you for that show, dear?" Sigurd kept provoking, speaking directly to you this time. "What were his promises or threats for all those fake moans?"

You looked at Ivar almost asking permission to answer, to what he nodded, interested in what would you say.

"Forgive me, Prince Sigurd. I don't know too much about relationships and it's really unknown for me the need of a man to promise something or threat a woman for her moans of pleasure. If there is that need in your relationships, then maybe master Ivar can teach you how to freely have them from a woman in bliss... He really knows how to get them from me, I'm sure he would teach you some good ways to make a woman moan for you without needing to threaten her."

Hvitserk coughed, choking with his bread. And Ubbe couldn't prevent his lips to curl, despite his effort to hold back the laugh that almost cost him a broken rib.

However, Sigurd couldn't hold back his tongue.

"What do you think you are to speak like this to a prince, slave?"

You were about to apologize when Ivar came in your favor.

"Not yours, to start with. She had my permission to speak her mind and you're nobody to tell her she can't do what I allow her to do. And more..." he turned towards his mother. "I know Ubbe is planning to marry Margrethe. I agree with you, mother when you say we're passed the time to choose our women. I'll follow my brother's example and marry my beautiful Y/N."

You gasped.

Marry him??

"What? She would never marry a man like you, Ivar. You're just abusing your power as her owner to force her into marriage," Sigurd spat again and this time, you just spat back, taking advantage of the previous permission your master gave you to speak.

"I don't see why I wouldn't accept such a strong man like Ivar to be my husband, prince Sigurd," you said, acid. "Even if I wasn't captive and he wasn't my master, I wouldn't see anything but a blessing from the gods to have such a man wanting me to bear his children! And bless me Freyr, so I can give him many children to carry his strength and his name forward. Instead of losing your time taunting Ivar's angry, you should occupy yourself of finding a woman who wants to carry your name beyond the oblivion."

Aslaug smiled. She wasn't leaned to accept her son marrying a slave especially when Ubbe was already doing the same and inserting a lower lineage into their family. However, there was the proof you weren't anything but the perfect woman to her son: someone who could see beyond his stigmas the amazing man she rose couldn't be less than the perfect choice.

"I bless this union," she said, smiling at Ivar. "I'll provide her freedom and everything that's necessary for your marriage as well, my son. And Sigurd, I suggest you start respecting your sister-in-law and hear her wise words won't make you any harm. Go find yourself a woman that occupies your mind so you'll stop thinking about ways to bother your brother, uh? Hvitserk as well, go and find someone able to cook the tons you eat," she said, causing Hvitserk to stop chewing surprised that the subject suddenly turned towards him. "With some lucky, until the end of this season, I'll have all the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok producing his grandsons!" she said, excited.

Ivar raised his cup, kinda ironically teasing Sigurd with a smile.

"Skål, brothers," he said, followed by Ubbe and Hvitserk who shyly rose their cups as well.

Defeated, Sigurd had no other option but a disgusted smile, lightly lifting his cup before drinking it almost entirely.

And you remained smiling while Ivar's hand softly caressed your chin.

The wife of a prince, maybe a future queen.

Who could imagine your life would turn like this...

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I Owe You Nothing!

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The sound of giggles called Sigurd's attention towards the balcony - there wasn't supposed to have anyone there, since it was high night and everyone should be sleeping already. He had woken up with his stomach aching and thought maybe a cup of milk could help, but couldn't avoid hearing the sounds of your voice coming from outside.

The door was open and Sigurd stood there looking at the bench where you and Ivar were sat doing something he could never imagine his moody little brother doing: exchanging tickles and small caresses. And Ivar was giggling as well.

There was something that Sigurd wasn't used to see every day!

Sitting by your side, Ivar was running his fingers through your back causing you to arch your body in giggles with the tickling sensation, exposing your neck he would softly nib.

His small bites were causing you to shrink, shivered and so, Ivar would start the whole cycle again, creating a sweet scene if it wasn't something so unusual.

Sigurd crossed his arms, observing the two of you a little longer before cleaning his throat just to call attention to his presence. Ivar rose his face from your neck, looking at Sigurd with icy careless blue yes.

"What?" he mumbled as you slowly turned your face to look at Sigurd as well, surprised by his sudden appearance.

"Nothing," Sigurd answered, walking off to the balcony. "Just the two of you..."

"Again, what?" Ivar replied, straightening his position to have your head on his shoulder and your body into his embrace.

"Nothing, Ivar," Sigurd sighed, "I'm just not used to seeing you being normal and happy instead of the moody asshole of your day-by-day self," he said, leaning himself at the balcony to look outside to the night.

"And?" Ivar insisted and you sighed, caressing his chest, knowing he was bothered by his brother's intromission - something you didn't want to see becoming one of those traditional arguments between them both.

"Can't anyone make an observation about you just because, Ivar?" Sigurd answered, already increasing the hardness.

"You never say something just because, Sigurd. Especially when it is related to me," Ivar said, causing you to straighten yourself at the chair, bothered your sweet moment had become something like that. "And what's the matter of me being 'normal and happy'? You weren't here. Usually, I'm happy when you aren't here."

"Oh, so now I'm the source of your moody temper and it is not around when I'm not here?" Sigurd answered, scoffing. "It makes sense, cause here you are back to your natural self. I really don't know how do you handle him, Y/N." he completed, including you on the conversation which immediately changed Ivar's body language into the common anger he always had towards his immediate older brother.

But this time, you weren't this up to that argument.

"I don't handle Ivar, Sigurd. I love him, which is pretty different. And things among the two of you would be pretty easier if you weren't always up to tease him and he wasn't always in defensive mode towards you," you said, calling Ivar's attention to his mention in your sentence.

Sigurd looked at you surprised that someone was standing up for his little moody brother.

But you continued, ignoring their expressions.

"No one can blame Ivar for always have an answer for you or always suspecting your asks, comments or behavior, Sigurd. The two of you are always fighting, you're always finding ways to pick on him... Why can the two of you just be brothers? Why can't you just be happy to see your brother is happy?"

"I'm not..." Sigurd started but you raised your index signalizing you didn't finish, causing him to shut, annoyed.

"You pick on Ivar without even noticing what you're doing, Sigurd. It's just natural for you to do it. And this is sad that it has become so natural... The two of you should stop it."

Ivar sighed. So did Sigurd.

"It's just strange to me to see someone that's not our mother spoiling him like this. That's it," Sigurd answered, moody. "And Ivar is always so unbearable, that's surprising to see him smiling at anyone like he never smiles to us."

"Gimme reasons and maybe I'll smile at you, brother," Ivar threw back, annoyed. "Until then, I owe you nothing and you're not my dentist for me to keep showing you my teeth."

"See?" Sigurd pointed immediately as if it was his chance to prove himself for you. "I did nothing this time!"

"This time," you sighed "But how many times did you do something and had no answer? See... Let us just let it go, ok? Stop being such a douche and I'll take care to get your little brother here fully less moody for you guys, cause I know pretty well how to deal with my boo and give him the reasons he needs to smile," you said, smiling at Ivar, touching the tip of his nose and getting him melting in a smile for you, for Sigurd's surprise.

"You really have the way," he commented, shrugging. "If you'll make him less moody, then great, the house thanks to you for this."

"Uhum," you mumbled, softly embracing Ivar and waving for Sigurd to leave. "Now sho, ok? Don't you have anything better to do? I need to be alone to make my magic."

And there it was, Ivar giggling at you once again.

Sigurd had to admit you were good. With this, he just left the two of you not saying anything. As long as you had his brother's mood controlled, then you would be something good happening around.

Ignoring him, you straddled Ivar's lap at the chair, nuzzling your nose to his, smiling at the way he embraced your waist smiling back at you.

"You shouldn't give so much attention to what your brother says," you mumbled, feeling his hands softly roaming your waist.

Ivar sighed, looking at you.

"I don't know why, but he always had the touch to infuriate me quickly."

"That's because you let him in. The same goes for him. The two of you are eternal children fighting for the 'youngest one' post. Give him some credit, Ivar. You know he lost everything when you came and we both know you're no saint as well. You love to be in the spotlights!"

Ivar shrugged, biting his lower lip to hide the smile in the corner of his mouth. You were the only person in the world able to tell him things like that without starting the next world war.

"But you don't need this anymore, cause I'm here to give you all the attention you need, so leave the others for him and come here, baby boy. My neck is missing your kisses!"

Ivar smiled, embracing your waist and nestling his face in your neck once again, getting those beautiful giggles to echo at the balcony one more time when he started nibbling your skin once again.

You were the best thing that ever happened in his life and maybe you were right. He didn't need to fight Sigurd anymore. Not when he could have anything he needed into your arms.

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Dirty Linen

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Author’s Notes | I just couldn’t resist the joke! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Modern AU, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 1453 ⁑ Warnings: Cursing a lot.

"Stupid fucking automatic gods damn shit!"

You could bet the clang you listened after all those beautiful sweet words was the sound of something metallic hitting one of the laundry machines, full strength. Hard to believe, but someone was having a day worse than yours...

"Give back my clothes, you cursed piece of trash!" you heard some more sweet words and looked at the second corridor beside yours where a blue-eyed man was fighting with his machine, furious with the thing that apparently ate his clothes.

"Not wanting to remember you that song that will fucking glue in your mind for the rest of the day, but... It is easier if you 'toss a coin to your witcher', ya know?" you said, pointing the hole where he was supposed to put the coins so the machine would wash and open to give back his clean clothes; your index poking beside the hole causing his frowned face to twist looking at you with an ironic smile.

"Don't you think I've tried this tactic before trying to dismember this shit into tiny little pieces?" he answered, debauched.

And you giggled, causing his furious eyes to turn towards you.

"Look, I don't know who the fuck is you but if you came here to mock me, you can go back through the way you came!"

"Calm down," you said, raising your hands and smiling at him. "I just want to help. Sorry. It's just that's funny to see such a handsome man with a mouth so dirty."

Somehow, you got his weak spot: the "handsome" word in your sentence got him unprepared and you had the moment you wanted to calm things down for him.

"I'm Y/N," you said, offering your hand and noticing he took his out of a crutch to shake yours.

"I'm Ivar," he answered, straightening the crutches you were sure were the metallic thing he used to hit the machine before. "And this shit ate my clothes for the third cycle of washing!"

"Oh, I can see... You got the temperamental one," you said, smiling at him and touching the machine he chose, "Lemme see..."

Three or four buttons and two little punches and you got the thing on centrifugation once again - the last cycle before it would deliver his clothes dry.

"Done!" you smiled "Now you only have to wait until it ends and then I'll open it for you. This one is kinda messy and I bet the owner reprogramed it to suck some more money from our pockets. Always choose the ones from the left. They are the newest ones and will give you fewer troubles," you winked at him, listening to the sound of your machine stopping.

"I think I have time for a coffee," Ivar threw, causing you to smile.

"I have time for five if you want... There is a lot of this shit for me today," you said, kinda accepting his implicit invitation while filling the second basket of clothes of the five you had to wash.

The number of things you were washing - and of course, the presence of some obvious masculine outfits among the clothes you were picking up - tickled Ivar's curiosity and he didn't hold back his tongue.

"Family's laundry day or did you lost a bet?" he tried to be playful.

And you smiled at him. You wish it was.

"Cheating bastard," you said raising one of your ex-boyfriend's shorts. "And his naked bitch," you raised his lover's bra, showing it to Ivar before tossing everything into the washing machine for the third basket of your day.

Ivar's face frowned into a funny expression and you couldn't avoid thinking his expressivity was very captivating.

"I don't understand..." he said and you smiled.

"Bring me that coffee you promised and I'll have plenty of time to explain," you joked, touching the other two baskets you still had to wash.

Ivar nodded, smiling, and ordered two coffees for you and him at the Starbucks on the other side of the street, sitting by your side and placing his crutches beside him before sipping from his coffee, seeming to be comfortably waiting for you to start.

"Well, I made a trip to work," you started from what you thought was the beginning, "I'm a photographer and I received an amazing proposal to make some pics for a famous series. Promo material, full package. It paid me a small fortune! But the package wasn't including any companion so I would have to go alone and spend a month working before I would be able to come back."

"Uh," Ivar mumbled, fully interested.

Something you had to admit you weren't that used to seeing: your ex-boyfriend had that same expression, but his tone was bored and he was never really paying that much of attention in whatever you were saying.

If he was, maybe he had listened to you when you called him warning you would be home earlier than the expected...

"The fact is that I'm good at what I do. And my work was done a week earlier than what we planned, which gave me a small bonus and free pass to come home sooner than what we were expecting."

Ivar's expression changed as if he already knew what was to come.

"Lemme guess: the bastard thought your apartment could become a whorehouse while you were away?" he asked, and you giggled.

It was funny to hear a man that wasn't somehow supporting the sick bastard you called a boyfriend.

"Bullseye, handsome,” you said, smiling at him. "The bastard thought my bed was a good place for dogs to mate and when I came home, he was still fucking the bitch of the time. Over my sheets! I wanna burn that mattress so bad!" you sighed.

It was a good mattress. But how many chicks that bastard had seeded over it when you weren't there to stop him?

"Then burn it, girl," Ivar said, sipping from his coffee. "But kill my curiosity: why are you here washing their clothes after this?"

"Oh, I decided they were mine like every other thing inside that apartment I bought with my money. And since he used it at his own pleasure, I thought his belongings would be a good payment for the rent of the motel room..."

Ivar almost choked with his coffee, laughing through his nose trying not to burst and spit everything.

"You think this is funny? You should have seen his face, covering his dick with both of his hands with that white ass exposed in the middle of the street and nothing but the shoes he didn't have taken off to fuck the bitch," you remembered. "Oh, that was a hell of a scene!"

"Wait, you've thrown both of them naked outside??" Ivar asked and this time he burst in laughs when you nodded, confirming the scene his imagination was trying to portrait. "Fuck! That was something I would like to have seen. Gods, woman, you're amazing!"

"Yeah, but now this amazing woman has a whole wardrobe to wash and donate and a mattress to sell. I guess I'll be sleeping on my couch until I find a way to get rid of all those DNA samples..." you mourned.

And with the sound of his machine ending the cycle, Ivar finished his coffee, getting up with his crutches to walk towards the machine.

A smile in his face.

"I have a big backyard... I think it would be nice to make a fire pit tonight. Wanna come?" he joked.

And you smiled.

"Trying to find a way to see me again and keep me around to open your machines, handsome?" you entered his joke, approaching to help him with the door of the washing machine that opened easily to your touch.

"Perhaps," Ivar answered, with a smile locked in the corner of his mouth you thought was the most charming thing you ever saw in a man's face.

"I think you earned your machine operator... But only if you can warrant me there will be a good coffee for us to share," you joked, negotiating.

And Ivar smiled looking at you.

You were really his kind of girl... And that smile of his was the kind of smile to make you fall like a leaf in Autumn.

"I bring the coffee; you bring the mattress. Tonight, at eight," he settled with a fun tone.

"It sounds like a first date for me," you smiled, feeling when he touched the tip of your nose before picking up his basket with his clothes.

"Perhaps..." he said again, leaving you with the sensation something very good was about to happen in your life.

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Bedtime Stories

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Author’s Notes | Sweetness for our little boy. I think Ivar deserved a wife like this, don’t you agree? Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 1258 ⁑ Warnings: None

Night falls and you know soon your husband will be home to your everyday nights by his side. You prepared the comb for his hair.

A box for his beads.

Clean pieces of fabric and herbal water for his skin.

Herbal paste for the small wounds in his legs, and bandages to cover them and keep the medicine in its place.

New and clean furs to change the ones in his braces.

Some herbs for him to chew for the pain.

You knew the life of your king and how hard it could be his days. So, it became a habit for you to retire earlier and prepare everything to receive him when it was his time to come to bed.

Sometimes it was so natural for you to prepare his routine, that you asked yourself if Ivar ever noticed what you were doing. Nevermind... It was something you were doing for love, not recognition.

The sound of his heavy and tired steps reached your ears warning your king was coming back to his room. If it wasn't the loud clang of his braces, the sound of his grumbling voice would announce him first, you knew that. And tonight, he was grumbling a lot.

Must have been a harsh day, you thought.

Not using one, but two crutches tonight, Ivar entered the room, annoyed.

"Damn legs..." he muttered.

And you observed his feet were a little more kinked tonight. Surely a bad day. A painful day. You knew what to do.

After helping him to get a seat on your bed, you carefully placed his crutches on the wall, next to his bed, where he could easily reach them the next morning. Silently, as always, you started unbuckling the buckles of his braces, releasing slowly and patiently the pieces of his leg armor, hearing as his voice was muttering randomly about his day and how hard it was to make the peasants understand sometimes his pain would diminish their time to speak to their king.

You thought you could offer yourself to solve the subjects with the peasants and receive them, once you were the queen. Maybe tomorrow you would suggest this. Not now. Not tonight. Now it was the time of finding ways for Ivar to relax.

Your loving hands slightly removed the braces, hearing his grumbling turning into a hiss of pain: his eyes were far bluer this night, maybe tomorrow you would have one of those harsher days. Better prepare for this.

Even with his constant complaints about how cursed those braces were or how he wanted his "damn legs" were stronger, you continued your work, putting a small pot of essential oils to heat next to the fireplace, settling his braces beside the crutches, also next to his bed. You would care for the braces after him. Ivar's needs always first.

With tender hands, you kneeled in front of his legs, slowly cleaning his skin with the pieces of fabric you had separated for the service. His voice became a little less hoarse and you smiled: he was still cursing and grumbling about the day, but you could feel in his tone how your small actions were making him feel better.

With his legs clean, you dedicated yourself to place the herbal paste over his small wounds - little ruptures in his skin made by the effort of moving and carrying those braces around to keep himself standing. Your fingers slowly placed small portions of the paste you made by yourself, covering the wounds, relieving his pain. As you were covering his legs gently with the bandages, you heard his grumbles stop for a moment: a relieved sigh... You smiled again.

Finished the care with his legs, you picked up the essential oil you warmed next to the fireplace, testing it with your fingers to be sure it wasn't too hot for his sensitive skin. Then, you kneeled again beside his feet, massaging it with your fingers, slowly undoing the knots of effort in his muscles and the tension on his tendons, observing as his feet started relaxing, coming back to the right places.

His grumbling was smaller now. His voice was kinda doughier.

Still gently, you helped him to get rid of the clothes, using the rest of the fabric to spread a little of the herbal water on his chest and back, cleaning and refreshing his skin before offering him clean and comfortable clothes to dress while you were setting everything on its place and changing the furs of his braces to warrant clean and soft furs for him next morning, placing the dirty and used things next to the door so the slaves would ensure it was taken to be washed.

Ivar's voice was now low. Still complaining, but very lower and longer. He wasn't speaking so fast anymore.

You climbed up the bed, kneeling behind his back, slowly undoing his braids, releasing his hair and massaging his scalp, placing the beads of his braids into the box you had prepared for them, undoing the knots of the leather stripes that were keeping his braids together.

This time, the grumbling stopped completely. And you smiled bigger when his voice sounded so full of pleasure under your fingers as you were sliding them through his scalp, massaging.

"Gods, woman... Your hands are blessed..."

You kept the massage, hearing his small moans of relief and pleasure as you slowly combed his hair, undoing the knots and releasing the tension that was probably causing the headache he was complaining not long ago.

With some herbal oils in your hands, you slid your fingers through his shoulders, pressing some points to relax his muscles and take the weight out of his back and neck.

When you finished, Ivar laid down in bed and you covered his legs with the furs you had prepared for the two of you, settling the things back into their places before blowing the candles and laying by his side.

At this point of the night, he would be already asleep, generally. But not this night.

When you laid by his side, you felt his hand around your waist and his soft kisses on your neck as he slid closer, embracing your body against his with tenderness. It was so good to fit so well against his chest!

"You're a gift from the gods," he muttered in your ears, and you smiled, blushing into his arms. "I may have lots of problems to solve, dozens of bothering peasants wanting my attention, and wars to fight and win, but I'm a blessed man, for after the whole day, every day, I have you here, waiting for me."

You turned yourself to look at him, nestling against his chest as Ivar nuzzled his nose with yours.

"I'm just doing what a queen shall do, my love. I'm caring for my king's needs, taking good care of my beloved husband," you minimized.

But Ivar hissed low, brushing his fingers against yours.

"Shh... You're pretty more than a queen. Utterly more than just a wife. I may have thousands of men bowing in front of me and tons of gold and silver in my vaults. But you... Oh, you're my most precious treasure."

His lips mashed against yours and you kissed him back, knowing his satisfaction and the flavor of his kisses were everything you needed to be happy in your life. And that you would do those little things every day, until your last day, thanking the gods for the pleasure of being his wife.

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