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[greennightspider]

A Drunk Time, A Fun Morning After Part 2

When you say it’s going to be a oneshot and out comes a sequel oml WELL I hope you guys enjoy this continuation, this part does get more intimate and serious real quick *but spoiler alert, no smut warning needed* (...yet). This part is also twice as long as the last one and yet I regret nothiiiiiiiiiiiiiing Ivar x Reader

@laketaj24 @cbouvier23 

The rest of the day Ivar didn’t so much and as look in your direction. It was clear he was avoiding you, and while it was a great source of entertainment for Ubbe and the rest of the brothers, it was starting to grow tiring. So, you decided to confront him about it that evening.

“Ohohoho, is someone trying to give our brother a private viewing?” Hvitserk smirks, as he catches you walking towards Ivar’s bedroom. Ivar had taken to dinner in his room, and so no one had seen even a glimpse of Ivar tonight. 

“Jealous Hvitserk?” You smirk back, wiggling your eyebrow at him, to which Ubbe and Bjorn holler and laugh, still seated at the dinner table. 

Hvitserk mock acts like he has just been struck in the chest. Ubbe then pipes up from where he’s sitting as Bjorn finishes his plate. “Leave Y/N to her workings brother, at least maybe she can fix Ivar, since she has clearly broken our war machine.”

You roll your eyes with a smile and give the brothers a passing wave as you continue to walk down the hallway towards Ivar’s room, knocking twice before announcing yourself. “Ivar? Its Y/N. Can I come in?”

“That depends, are you decent?” A distrusting voice asks from the other side. Trying to stifle a laugh, you slyly answer “Well Ivar, is not my chest decent enough?” as you quickly whip open the door, startling Ivar and making him jump in his seat, not exactly looking for a round two of this morning. Ivar was sitting next to the fire in his room and he had turned his back fully in his seat in an attempt to shield his eyes from the ambush. However as soon as Ivar peeked over his shoulder towards you and realizes you’re clothed he threw his water pitcher at you, which you promptly dodge. “Disappointed my prince?” You couldn’t help teasing Ivar, it was so different to see the boy who would usually fly into a hysteric rage silently simmering under hot flushed cheeks. “That was underhanded.” He grumbles.

“Well isn’t that rich, coming from you.” You retort, still staring at the clearly uncomfortable prince. You sigh, and decide that the time for teasing is passed. “Ivar, you’ve been avoiding me all day. And not very subtly I might add.” Ivar was concentrating his stare towards the fire, but you saw your comments crawl their way under his armour. Even though he didn’t lock eyes with you, you keep your gaze trained on him as you close the door behind you. Slowly you make your way towards him, saying softly, “And Ivar… I do think I have a solution.”

“And what is that?” Ivar asks in a condescending tone before his face freezes up as he sees you lift your shirt up over your head and throw it on the bed. Immediately his eyes dart back to the fire, only this time they were each as round as the full moon.

“Ivar, look at me.”

Ivar continues to stare at the fire intently, not moving a muscle.

“Ivar.” You say in a commanding tone, one he could not ignore. He dragged his eyes from the fire, resting his eyes on yours. “Ivar, in order for us to work well together, not only here in Kattegat but also in battle, you need to be comfortable with me. And that means..” Taking a few slow steps towards Ivar until you were a foot apart. “All of me.”

Ivar did well to keep his gaze up. His eyes were more confident now, but still held apprehension, as if he was nervous to admit that for once he did not know how to proceed. He also looked like he was looking for… permission?

“Ivar, it’s okay, you can look at me, I’m not ashamed.” You chuckle a bit and stretch your arms out before resting your hands on your hips. Ivar takes a gulp and then shifts his gaze. You watch as Ivar’s eyes travelled from shoulder to shoulder, where your armour had left small indents near each end of your clavicle. His gaze moves lower towards your hips and taught stomach, which had hardened substantially after years of training. He then slowly brings his gaze up to rest lastly on your breasts. They weren’t what one would consider small, but they did not get in the way of battle, which was of course your main concern. As Ivar stared your nipples started to become hard due to the cold of the night, to which Ivar tilted his head curiously. And to add to this display the roaring fire gave your whole body a warm glow that was matched in the reflection of your hazel eyes. “So, what do you think, prince?” Ivar didn’t respond, almost hypnotized.

“Ivar?” A second calling snapped Ivar out of his trance. “It is- I mean, you are, um.” Ivar struggled to find words, not only because of the subject matter, but because you knew he wasn’t used to giving genuine (not sarcastic) compliments. And at this point, you decided to up the game.

“Ivar, you can touch me if you want.”

Ivar’s eyes grew wider (if that was even possible), trying to figure out whether you actually meant what you said. “Lucky for you Ivar, I am in a VERY generous mood.” You remark, as you stretch your arms out, leaning back all the while smiling playfully at the bashful prince. He looked so uncomfortable, which was interesting considering YOU were the one half naked.

You watch as he wrestles with himself until finally straightening up in his chair and giving his answer. “Well, if you insist.” He had tried to sound like his usually cocky self, but his nervousness had made its way to his voice box, making his voice crack. And you were loving every minute of it.

Ivar then grabs his crutch from the floor beside him and props himself up. You were expecting to be summoned to his lap, but it seems as though Ivar wants as much high ground as he can get right now. Ivar pushes himself up and stands tall. When standing, Ivar is half a head taller than you, which was a great viewpoint for him as he was now looking down at you. Or more specifically, at everything below your neck.

“Well then.” Attempting to clear his throat, Ivar slowly brings his free hand around your waist. His fingers tracing the curve of your hips, travelling up your back almost ghostlike. He then brought his hand back down and around to your midriff, his hands not leaving your skin, his eyes not leaving his hands. Meanwhile your eyes never left his face, never imagining that the most ruthless warrior you had ever faced could have the softest of strokes. You enjoyed seeing him like this, not helpless but definitely guard down, and curiosity out.

Ivar wasn’t the only one feasting his eyes tonight, as you studied Ivar’s tight braids, still a bit bloody from the raid. His brow was furrowed as he studied you, clearly concentrating on his task. His rugged jawline was hinged on his clenched jaw, making sure he showed no emotion, no weakness. You continued to stare at Ivar as his hand slowly made its way to your breasts. He casually brushed against one of your hardened nipples, almost earning from you a small yelp. He then cups the same breast in his hands, feeling the weight of it, as he slowly lifts it up and down. Ivar then started moving your breast in a circular motion, his fingers mimicking the same motion around your nipple. It took all the strength you had not to moan, and all the willpower you could muster not to lean into his touch. Ivar didn’t seem to notice, and if you wanted to keep him in his calm curious state it needed to stay that way. You knew as soon as Ivar knew he was giving you pleasure he wouldn’t hesitate holding it over you, quickly transforming back into the cocky dominating Ivar everyone knew.

But damn, for someone who had never even seen a woman before, Ivar was doing pretty well turning you the fuck on. Ivar’s slow and careful touch teased you, baiting your body for more. You were wondering how such small ministrations could turn you on so much, and then realised your mistake: Coming to the room of an inexperienced Ivar who was so very much your type, in the middle of the night, while you can’t remember the last time you had sex. 

Which explained why your body was so extra sensitive. 

Thankfully Ivar stopped his ministrations on your chest before you could let out a lust-filled moan, but at the same time you had to stifle a whimper at the absence of his hand. However instead his hand had found his way up to your neck and cupped your cheeks, tilting your face up to his. Conflict dances in Ivar’s blue eyes, which are once again searching your face for any sign, any hint of reluctance or - hell forbid - joking. He then tilts your face higher and almost in a whisper he says, “What are you playing at, Y/N?”

You attempt to sound half as confident as Ivar on a regular day. “Trying to make sure that you are used to a pair of pretty eyes, and as well as a pretty chest.” You smirk, although the smirk is mostly due to you imagining topping the bloodthirsty Viking on the floor. “Oh really?” Ivar quips, “Because I think this is some dirty trick you and my brothers wanted to pull on the cri-

As soon as you started hearing Ivar’s voice get low and his eyes darken, without thinking you grab the back of his head and pull him towards you. You catch his lips mid-sentence, and you can feel Ivar freeze up like a stunned deer. You made sure your grip on his head was strong as you gently caress his lips with yours, willing him to calm down, willing him to believe you. His lips were cold from the night air, but you could taste the ale on them as you gently continued playfully lapping up all the ale you find with the tip of your tongue. Ivar was stiff, but he wasn’t frigidly reluctant, as he let you continue the kiss. You don’t dare open your eyes lest you see his dark angry gaze piercing your soul. But also…. partly… because you’re so fully getting lost in Ivar. You gently bit on his bottom lip before gradually pulling yourself away, slowly opening your eyes to find that Ivar’s were now starting to glaze over. "Still think this is a game?” You ask, obviously still in a haze yourself. You look down at the ground, and before you know it you softly mutter, “Do you really think I would have shown myself to you if I did not want you to see me?” Of all the warriors you knew, Ivar was definitely the cruelest, and the most cunning, but he was also the most tenacious and steadfast man you had ever come across. In short, you had realized early on that there was no way you would ever settle for anyone less. On top of that, Ivar’s taste was addictive, and damn everything to hell you wanted more. But, you need to know if he wanted more as well.

“Well Ivar, it seems as though my work here is done. You seem plenty used to seeing a woman now eh?” You try to smile and catch Ivar’s eye, but his eyes are glued to the floor. You look for any noticeable hints of pleasure, enjoyment, just any sign that he doesn’t want you to leave. But he says nothing, and you take that as your cue that he isn’t interested. As you start to turn around, trying hard not to let the disappointment and longing in your voice show, you remark, “Well I guess I had better-

Suddenly you feel a hand grab your arm and whip you around so that you’re face to face with Ivar again, his hand that once held your arm now around your waist, gripping you against his chest. His eyes have darkened slightly, but you see resolve in his face now. Not questioning. Not doubting. Just wanting. Leaning in closely to the nape of your neck he lets his lips softly brush against your skin until he reaches your ear, making you shiver as he tentatively utters one word.

"Stay.”