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[viking-chaos]

PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK Day 2: Favourite Character(s) Ivar the Boneless & Sigtryggr Ivarrsson | Vikings & The Last Kingdom

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#Back at writing Ivar the boneless fanfiction Ivar the boneless: oh by the gods no, not again...

[katttiia]

Ragnar's sons will be remembered!

[vaire-gwir]

This fandom is made of insanely talented people, can’t wait to see what you all come up with <3 

Hi folks,

@barnes-lothbrok and I came up with a somewhat spontaneous idea to do a little winter-themed Vikings fandom prompt event. Maybe we can inspire some of you to create short stories and artwork that we can enjoy in a cozy place, wrapped in blankets, with hot drinks and yummy cookies.

Here are the words [which we tried to keep basic so they fit canon as well as modern AUs]:

The Rules: ● The event is for anyone who wants to participate. There is no need to be a follower. ● Please use #norsetalesforwinter if you post your creation. You don't have to tag one of us, but you're welcome to do so so that we can more quickly become aware of the entry ● Fandom: Vikings only ● Characters/Pairings: Free to choose ● The event is open for fanfics and fanarts. ● For fanfics, try to keep it around 1000 words (but no punishment awaits you if you go beyond) ● Please use warnings if your work contains anything that might trigger others. ● You can use one of the prompts or combine them. It's totally up to you. You can make it an extra challenge by using them all in one story. ● You also can participate as often as you want. ● Deadline: Let's keep it a December project - 31.12.2022 ● Don't forget to have fun

[hcrringtonshair]

Day 16 on the Road to Christmas

Modern!Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 206

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Even though you had to promise that there wouldn’t be any baking this year, you brought a bag full of baking ingredients home.

Ivar of course was already home, he was in home office for a few months but still he doesn’t go to the grocery store.

“Hello my love.”

With shining eyes he welcomes you home, he even stands up and tugged you in a hug when you took off your coat and shoes.

“Hi.”

Surprised you hug him back, wondering why he was in such a good mood.

He cupped your face with his hands as he kissed you deeply.

“I’ve missed you today.”

Even more surprised he left you speechless, watching him take the bag and bring it into the kitchen.

Not so sure because of this peaceful atmosphere you

you followed him.

“Everything’s alright Ivar?”

He turned around with a wide smile on his face.

“Of course love. Why not?”

Knowing that the good atmosphere would soon end you took some baking stuff out of the bag.

“That’s great, because we are going to bake some cookies now.”

As his smile fades, it was your part to laugh and grin.

“You’re a Monster y/n.”

“I have learned from the best babe.”

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[redskull199987]

Early Mornings

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader

Word count:1.1k

Warnings:a little bit steamy

Summary: You find yourself in a delightful situation after waking up, but are suddenly interrupted by an unexpected visitor...

Gif by @underragingwaves

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Part II

I slowly tried to open my eyes. But it seemed so hard. I was too lazy and the bed too warm.

Finally, my eyes flutterd open and I tried to sit up, but a pair of strong arms encircled my waist. I looked up and smiled.

He seemed so calm. Ivar the Boneless, a man who was almost never calm.

I quietly turned around in his arms and admired his face. The eyes which were usually shining bright blue were now closed. His mouth slightly ajar and his chest rose and fell as he breathed.

Carefully, I let my fingers dance across his jawline. A soft stubble scratched my fingertips.

"I love you", I mumbled, "Ivar the Boneless"

"I love you too, my dear"

That caught me of guard. I tried to pull away, but Ivar was faster. He grabbed my hand, and put it back on top of his cheek.

A smile crept onto his face, as he grabbed my other arm and pulled me even closer to him.

"Ivar-", I protested, but before I could say anything more, his soft lips collided with mine and I let any protests slip past me.

I sighed against Ivar's lips and we parted slightly. I could feel his warm breath on my skin and his blue eyes gazed into mine.

"Ivar", I mouthed against his lips.

He lifted his hand and softly brushed away my hair:"My Y/N"

Ivar slowly put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He sighed softly, before looking at me again.

"My Y/N", he whispered again.

I smiled at him and reconnected our lips. I felt Ivar's hands wander to my waist and he pulled me on top of him, while he sat up himself.

I felt Ivar's back hit the headboard, while he pulled me closer to his chest.

"Ivar", I signed against his lips, "Please"

"So needy, huh", he chuckled.

I only looked into his eyes and nodded. A grin graced his lips and in a matter of seconds, Ivar had switched our places and he was suddenly hovering above me.

His lips attacked my neck and a moan escaped my mouth.

"Shh", Ivar whisperd, "We don't want others to hear these beautiful sounds"

I nodded and tried to keep silent while he continued to kiss across my neck.

"Those noises are only for me to hear", Ivar mumbled. His voice was stern,"Only for me"

I only nodded at his words again, not able to form a coherent sentence.

A yelp escaped my lips, as Ivar's cold hands slipped under my robe. He only chuckled and continued to lift it over my head.

He just looked at me for a second, like I was the most precious thing that he has ever seen.

"Ivar",I mumbled and pulled him towards my lips again.

Another moan escaped my lips, I felt how his frigid fingers touched my skin. Ivar grasped one of my breasts, before starting to kiss down my sternum.

I felt his other hand slip behind my back and puling my Body closer to him. His lips covered my hips in kisses.

I desperately rubbed my thighs together, to conjure some friction, as Ivar was taking his time to cover my skin in hickeys.

"Oh dear", he mumbled and I felt his hands push my legs apart. I gasped, as I felt his lips on my inner thigh.

"Fuck", I mumbled and brushed my hand through his hair. A groan left Ivar's lips.

"Ivar!!"

I have never seen a man, who couldn't walk, get up so fast and covering himself and someone else. Because the Person screaming his name, was not me, but his brother.

Ubbe. He only looked at the two of us and grinned. Our relationship was no secret to them, nor to anybody else, but still they liked to make fun of us or tease Ivar for always being so protective of me.

"You're late", he said sharply, before turnung around to leave.

"Oh, and Y/N?", he asked again.

"Yes?", I sighed and shyly peeked out from behind Ivar's back.

"Our mother is searching you", Ubbe stated before leaving.

"Shit!", I got up as fast as possible, looking for my clothes.

"Where do you think, are you going?", Ivar asked perplexed and even though he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, he managed to pull me back into his lap again.

"Ivar", I giggled. His pouting face was too cute, "I promised your mother to help her with embroidering"

"Why can't you stay?", Ivar wined, running his hands up my back.

"Because your mother is the queen of Kattegat and she will personally kill me if I am late", I chuckled and pecked his nose, before getting up.

"I'd never let her do that", Ivar mumbled.

"I know, Ivar", I smiled and grasped his cheek, "I know"

"I love you", he mumbled while I put on my dress.

"Would you help me with the Corset, love?", I asked and turned my back on him, so that he could could tie the knots.

"All done", Ivar smiled after a minute. I turned around and kissed his forehead:"Thank you"

I quickly grabbed a comb and brushed through my hair. I was about to tie it together to, but Ivar stopped me.

"Leave it", he said. I turned towards him and smiled, before dropping my hair. It fell down my shoulder, before Ivar slowly reached out for it. He grabbed a lose Strand and quietly examined it.

"I have to go now", I murmured.

Ivar nodded, before grabbing his crutches. He struggled a bit to get up, but I only watched him. Even though, I wanted to help him, I knew how stubborn Ivar was. He would never admit, that he needed help.

After a minute, he was standing in front of me. Only in his pants and his hair still slightly messed.

I chuckled at his sight.

"What!?", Ivar smiled,"Don't you like, what you're seeing?

"Oh I do", I answered, "In fact, I even love what I'm seeing"

Ivar smirked before giving me one last kiss. It wasn't as passionate as the others, but still tender and full of love.

"I love you", he mouthed against my lips.

"I love you too, Ivar the Boneless"

[heavenlymorals]

Tafl

Summary: Ragnar returns to Kattegat and Ivar demands a game of tafl. His guilt made it impossible for him to refuse his youngest.

Another shortie. Can't believe it's been so long since I've written anything from Ragnar's POV (shout out to my first Vikings fic "An Unkindness of Ravens" on ao3).

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“Play tafl with me.” 

It was more a demand than a request, which was more or less expected. Ivar was a prince. He was probably rather used to getting what he wanted from a few words and an unsettling stare. The right of royalty, after all. To get whatever they want because of their station, and the price that they would have to pay for that is their happiness and their genial way of living. Ragnar would know. He experienced both. He was a follower to a king, and then a king to followers. He was happier as a lackey and less content as a king. Strange how the world worked sometimes. 

Guilt refused Ragnar to shut his son down. He owed him this if anything. 

What type of father abandoned his sons? His children? His flesh and blood children that he was so sure was his right in this world where so many children are cast aside to die or already meet with Hela the second they enter the waking world. Sometimes taking the mother with them. The giver of their life, and they take it away. Ivar almost took away Aslaug’s. 

He shouldn’t have come back. He should’ve let Kattegat be content with the image that their King was dead. He didn’t deserve to talk to his son, any of them. Especially Ivar, who was, ironically, the most joyous of his prodigal father’s wayward return.

He deserved no forgiveness. He knew. 

However, If Ragnar was anything, he was a selfish man. Always has been, it seemed. 

In a pathetic attempt to give Ivar a memory with his father that did not center around abandonment, he nodded yes, and gave a small smile. Ivar returned his smile with one of his own. He was a beautiful boy, with his unblemished skin, dark hair,  pink lips, and owlish eyes, too blue than was normal. Another stab of guilt struck Ragnar at his side as he thought about the day he left Ivar to the wolves. 

“Alright then.” 

They played tafl, and Ivar’s chin rested on his palm as he studied the board. So far, they were evenly matched. It was as hard to get a good move on Ivar as it was hard for Ivar to get a good move on him. Silence shrouded both men as they thought about the best way to defeat the other. Ragnar thought about losing to Ivar on purpose, but that would be nugatory and perhaps even insulting to the boy. 

Small talk, then.

“Who taught you to play,” Ragnar asked quietly as he moved a pawn. Ivar bit his lip gently at that move as he noticed that one of his attackers was rather vulnerable. He moved that piece instead.

Ragnar taught Gydja how to play (sometimes, he still wept for her), Ragnar taught Bjorn how to play (not that well, it seemed), Ragnar taught Ubbe and Hvitserk how to play, and he even began teaching Sigurd how to play before he disappeared. 

“Ubbe did, actually. Mother taught me all the tricks, though.” 

Aslaug was a smart woman. What she did to Kattegat was not only impressive but everything that Ragnar wished he could do if he lived in a world without fortune and gold. It was a shame that her efforts went more to people praising Ragnar’s legacy than they did for her name. She deserved it, not him. She deserved so much more than Ragnar and his petty words and looks and actions.

He pitied the mother of his sons for being tied to him. Not by love either. 

“Did she now?” 

Ivar nodded. “Of course. Mother is smart. Too smart for you.”

Ragnar snorted softly. “Fair enough. Does she still play tafl with you?” 

At that Ivar frowned. “No, not really. She’s too busy with Kattegat. Honestly, we don’t even really see her all that much except during dinner. I’d play with Ubbe, but he’s either training to be king or out hunting. Hvitserk is a fool. Sigurd hates me. I try to play with Floki when he comes around. Usually, though, I just go to the meadhouse and play there.” 

“Well, it is good that you have a place to play. Tafl makes you think. It makes you better at understanding and reading other people. And that is a skill that is priceless when you become a leader.” 

Ivar smirked at that, probably imagining a scenario like that in his head. Of being a leader. He would be one day. Ragnar was sure. 

“You should play more, then. I expected better of my great, famous father, Ragnar Lothbrok.”

“What-”

For the dramatics, Ivar slammed his winning piece on a square and Ragnar’s king now had nowhere to go. 

“I win,” he grinned.

Ragnar gaped like a fish at the board.

“You just got lucky.”

Ivar hummed, satisfied. 

[barnes-lothbrok]

Why do you keep returning? Why do you hunt me so? I don't understand But I'm happy to see you Truly happy to see you

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[viking-chaos]

@vikingsevents Autumnal Equinox Event: | Day 2: Favourite Episode: 6x20

The epic saga which began with Ragnar Lothbrok, the first Vikings leader to emerge from the mists of legend, comes to an end in a spectacular and shocking series finale which finds striking the new land and in England. ~ IMDB

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Adrift chapter 19)Threshold

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Blocking out fear or masking pain had been Ivar’s second nature. But he lacked the ability to keep some emotions to himself. In an instant his cheeks were rosy and even a blind fool could spot the source of Ivar’s heated flush. 

‘By the Gods, why did I pick her as third-person, of all people?’ He questioned himself, unable to look further than the tips of his feet. Either way, his gaze would cross with one of his travel companions and both made him anxious and jittery. Ivar briefly wondered which of the maidens made him the most uncomfortable and eventually decided that the one kissed-by-fire victored over Piglet’s smoldering silence.

Which did not automatically mean he’d rather stay near Piglet. Not by far. 

The whole thing left him plagued and indecisive; torn. With every fiber of his being he despised how his body reacted to touch; to being touched. He vividly recalled Piglet’s face contorted with fear and terror when Ludolf assaulted her. And yet, he longed for the maiden. For both and one was willing. He was a cripple, how could he possibly turn down such an offer? 

Deep down Ivar sensed he should decline the offer; and yet he could not help himself and, anxious, he crawled towards the shallow creek to fresh up. 

The evening passed dreadfully slowly, Ivar occupied himself by setting rabbit traps around the forest edge surrounding their campsite. Piglet had troubled herself with making a fire, due to the dryness of the earth and forest floor she’d made it at least fifteen feet away from the ox-wagon, which Ivar thanked the Gods for. 

As night settled in, the guilt started to eat at him. He reached for the watersack of ale and, before crawling toward the fire, he made a detour toward the ox-wagon. 

“Piglet?” Ivar lowered his head to peek underneath the wagon. Piglet’s back faced him and she pulled her knees up once she heard him speak her byname. 

“Piglet, please speak to me?” Ivar detested how his question came out as a plea. He was at a crossroad, one he could not come back from and he wanted her to seize the chance of changing his mind. All he wanted was for her to turn around, roll her eyes and be called hamar. 

But Piglet remained frozen in her position and did not bother to utter a word, not even a crude one. 

And so Ivar passed the threshold of no return and crawled toward the campfire. 

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He wasn’t drunk per se, but he’d drunk more than enough to feel woozy and to dull the sharp edge of his anxiety. The flames sent red sparks dancing into the warm summer breeze. He told himself the flush on his face wasn’t attributed to his shyness; but to the heat of the fire. 

She came and joined him; her hair still wet from the shallow creek. Without a word she reached for the watersack which he allowed her to take without a protest. He looked her over shyly as she drank and swallowed a thick lump. 

She was in the business of selling her body, and he was no fool; he knew whatever interaction there would be between them would simply be an exchange for her. 

Briefly, he wondered if it meant anything to him and he decided that it did. And then he pushed away all the crippling thoughts of being less. For one night he wanted to be a man and he did not care that she’d see him. 

They passed the watersack a few times before she raised on her feet. Ivar gazed up at her, mouth suddenly dry as he watched her reach for the buttons on her dress. Undoing them in swift movement and allowing the fabric to sink to the forest floor gave away she’d done this many times before; naked, composed and unashamed. 

Such a world of difference. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice shouted something about Piglet and for a mere moment he glanced over his shoulder, at the sleeping silhouette beneath the ox-wagon. 

His gaze was set back on the one kissed by fire, watching her part her lips. He swallowed audibly, afraid to meet her eyes and so he focused on her breast. Ivar could feel the band in his groin beginning to strain and his breath became shallow. She slowly moved to straddle him and he let out a strangled choke at the weight and warmth of her. He couldn’t think, lips ajar and heart racing. Finally he dared to blink up at her. She gazed down at him, hand reaching to stroke his cheek. And he let her, all he could do was focus on her touch and his face must have given away his desperation, because she kissed him. The sheer lack of control was overpowering and he wanted, no needed, a glimmer of it back. 

And so he collapsed against her, fervently kissing her back. Sinking into her mouth, he could not believe how aroused he was, inhaling her sent, smoothing his hands over every inch he could reach. His hips bucked involuntarily upward and it was almost painful how much he wanted this. Her hands worked fast, tugging at the hem of his tunic. Slowly she sank down onto him and his eyes screwed shut in igneous euphoria.

And then she moved and he let out a choke and a moan. There could not be anything more in the world that he needed more than the way she moved atop of him. Not even air. His hips bucked against her and he swore underneath his breath when she bobbed upward with the rhythm of his hips, not allowing him any control or relief. He stopped moving obediently, leaning forward, feeling the curves of her breasts on either side of his face. Her movements were so agonizingly slow and yet she was the kindest torturer. All he could do was focus on how she felt around him. He couldn’t breath and the sounds he made weren’t manly at all.

He didn’t care though, he didn’t care that he didn’t last long, or the way his tunic stuck against his hips. As came back from his climax he blinked at her. With pupils blown she glanced down at him, for a moment Ivar thought he detected pity but then she pressed a kiss atop of his lips and he decided not to search for abjection. 

Their exchange of conversation was brief.

“I- I- didn’t think I could- I…” clearly the lack of blood made it hard to articulate.

“-You were alright, mon cheri,” she cut him off, evidently pleased with herself, “you weren’t the worst,” she added while standing back up and moving back towards her discarded dress. 

Ivar didn’t know if that was meant as a compliment or a critique. The rush started to wear off and although he sat near the fire, cold crept into his system. 

“I still don’t know your name,” he insisted. 

“It’s Valerié,” she briefly said while buttoning up her dress, “and what’s hers?” she asked, cocking her head in the direction of the ox-wagon.

Her question dropped down on him like a boulder and he failed to look over his shoulder.

“Her name is Piglet.”

“Piglet,” she snorted, “that’s truly her name?” Valerié exclaimed humorously. 

Ivar nodded, giving away Piglet’s real name was out of the question, he betrayed her enough for one night. 

“Please don’t tell her?” He pleaded softly.

“Don’t tell her what mon cheri? That we fucked?” She questioned unphased, smile turning into a little ‘o’ as he cringed at her words, “oh don’t tell me you two never…?” Her voice drifted away, giving him a once-over when he shook his head. She frowned at him, laughed and threw her gaze up skywards.

“You are an odd one, you know that?” She taunted but pressed her index finger against her lips: “but fear not, it’ll be our little secret.” 

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A/N: Yes so…for the dear readers who’ve been waiting patiently for the slowburn between Piglet and Ivar to spark, well a fucking torch named Valeríe came in between. Apparently torturing Ivar isn’t enough, everyone shall feel bad in this story, even the readers at times. 

But hey, Ivar got laid!

Would love to read your thoughts,

Xoxoxo Nukyster 

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[redskull199987]

Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless

Screw Them

Ivar the Boneless x female!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings:basically nothing, all empty here

Summary: You want to meet up with Ivar , but accidentally run into your sister. Will you be able to make it to Ivar in Time?

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It was a busy day in Kattegat. Well, nowdays everyday in Kattegat was busy. I smiled, as I made my way through the crowded streets. People were talking, laughing, trading, gambling and so much more. But the people were happy and that's what counted the most.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

I turned around as I recognized the Voice of my older Sister, Lagertha. She walked over to me and only now I noticed that her son, Bjorn was with her. He was around my age, even though he was my nephew. I smiled at him and engulfed him in a hug, saying hello before turning to Lagertha.

"What is my little sister doing here of all things?", she smiled and put her arm around me.

"I've just been walking around a little bit", I smiled,trying to mask my true intentions of meeting up with Ivar.

"All alone?", Bjorn asked curiously, also throwing an arm around my shoulder. We must've looked pretty silly, walking around all huddled up. 

"I was just enjoying my free day", I answered, slowly shaikng both thier arms off of me.

"Working for the queen is not that easy, is it?", Lagertha asked and I shook my head.

"No, it isn't...but tell me, what are you two doing here?", I wonderend and suspciously eyed the two. Did they know about me and Ivar?

"We were just looking around for some fish", Lagertha explained,"The boys need to have a proper meal for once"

She laughend and patted Bjorn's stomach. He quickly pushed her hand away and smiled:"Why don't you join us?"

My thoughts were racing, trying to find a proper excuse to not have to go with them. I was already late, I couldn't risk loosing anymore time. 

"Great idea, it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite sister", Lagertha agreed.

"I'm your only sister", I mumbled, rubbing my neck,"Actually, I would like to spend this time by myself, you know. It's not often that I get a little break from everything"

Lagertha's expression changed from exited to concerned in under a second:"Are you all right?"

I nodded:"I am fine, I just...want some alone time, to clear my head and such"

"Alright then, we'll see you for Dinner", Lagertha said and pulled me in for a goodbye hug.

I said my goodbyes to both of them and then hurried through the busy streets. I have to admit, I had to push a few people out of the way, but as I entered the forrest, I was able to gain a little speed and a few minutes later, I had reached my destination. 

Stopping in front of the little cliff, from were you could see the entirety of Kattegat, I leaned on my knee's for support, trying to catch my breath.

"You're late"

I looked up. I could only see his back, but I still knew exactly who it was, that sat there in front of me.

"I ran into my sister", I explained after I caught my breath. I got up and slowly walked over to him,"Had to make up some dump excuses for me wanting to be alone and shit"

He chuckled at my words and finally turned around. A smile on his face, he spoke up:"I thought you'd stand me up"

My features softened at his words and I stepped closer, grabbing his hand:"I would never"

Ivar granted me a smile and softly pulled me onto his lap. Without saying anything, he carefully placed his lips on my neck, kissing his way up to my lips. I sighed at his actions and right  before his lips reached mine, he stopped. I felt his hand reach for my cheek and he softly carressed my face. His steel blue eyes bore into mine. He seemed to wait for a reaction of mine. I smiled and slowly overcame those last few centimeters between us. His lips were slightly chapped, as he pressed them against mine, his arms grasping my waist and pulling me closer.

I sighed against his lips. I had missed him. We hadn't been able to meet up for weeks, now it was like he was oxygen and I needed him to survive.

As we finally parted, Ivar looked more out of breath than after killing a whole lot of saxons. His cheeks were reddened and his lips were slightly parted. I slowly raised my hand and carressed his bottom lip with my thump. Ivar closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

"I misssed you", He mumbled quietly.

"I missed you too", I smiled. Ivar reciprocated my smile and let his head fall against my shoulder. I raised my arms to rest around his neck, gently pulling him closer to me.

"I can't wait to spend this day with you", he grinned, softly kissing my shoulder.

"I have to leave for dinner with Lagertha later", I confessed.

Ivar looked back up at me.

"Screw them!", He mumbled before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. He was right, Screw them...