#Ivar The Bonless

[ladynightshade30]

Temperature Play (Modern A/U)

Author’s Notes: So, I think it’s pretty clear that the list I was using to inspire me is more or less being used as an inspiration for my own list. Oh well.  Anyways, this is another prompt that takes place during a possible Modern A/U where everyone is in bands, with the Lothbrok boys being metal and Eadwulf being pop. Ivar and Eadwulf are already in a relationship.

Eadwulf stepped into Ivar’s flat and pressed a kiss against his cheek. 

“Hey, Honey,” she said as she dropped her trench coat over the arm of the couch. “How was practice?”

“Good,” he answered as he closed the door and joined her on the couch. “How did your day go?”

“It went well, I managed to write two new songs for my planned upcoming album.”

“Good girl,” Ivar said as he pulled her legs across his own so he could remove her knee-high boots. 

“How are your legs?”

“Good.” 

“I’m glad. How’s your mother?”

“She’s good. She wants to know if you are coming to family dinner Friday night.”

“Yes,” Eadwulf said.

“Are you going to bring Heahmund?”

“Not this time. He says he’s going to be busy all weekend.”

“That’s too bad,” Ivar said as he ran his hands up and down her legs. 

Eadwulf made a noise somewhere between agreement and pleasure. “Yes. When are our reservations?” 

“Not for a couple more hours.”

Eadwulf hummed in thought as she settled deeper into the couch. “Wanna play?”

Ivar turned to look at her, a sly grin spreading across his face. “With you? Always. What did you have in mind?”

“Ice?”

“Sounds good,” Ivar said, laying an affectionate smack on her thigh. “I’ll get the ice. Go get on the bed in nothing but your undergarments.”

“Yes, Sir.”

That said, they both got up from the couch and while Ivar headed toward the kitchen, Eadwulf headed for the bedroom, stripping out of her clothing on the way there.

When Ivar joined her, she was already on her stomach on the bed, her legs waving in the air. Ivar grinned and quickly joined her, placing the bowl of ice on the bedside table. He reached out and slapped her rare end, earning a groan of pleasure from the redhead; before he soothed the skin with the same hand. 

“Do you want me to turn over?” she asked dreamily as he trailed his fingertips up and down the line of her spine. 

“No, I like you just like this,” he said before giving her another whack.

Ivar reached for an ice cub and slowly ran it against the buttcheck he had hit, soothing the burn. He trailed the ice up her spine and over her shoulder, licking up the melting water as he went. 

“You good?” he asked as he started making spirals on her back with the ice.

Eadwulf sighed in pleasure and nodded, only to be smacked on the ass by Ivar.

“I need words Pretty.”

“Yes, I’m good.”

Another smack. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, my Prince, I’m good.”

“Good Pet.”

Ivar continued drawing swirls onto Eadwulf’s back before he moved on to writing words. “Can you tell what I am writing?”

Eadwulf hummed for a moment before concentrating on what he was writing on her back. “Move. In. With. Me? Move in with me? You want me to move in with you?”

“Yes, Pet.”

Eadwulf smiled at him over her shoulder. “I would love to move in with you.”

“Good,” Ivar said, giving her a quick kiss before pressing the ice cube to her lips and pushing it into her mouth. “We can start moving you in next week.”

Eadwulf hummed happily as she looked around. “Where are we going to put Mary’s cage?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Ivar promised. “Now, roll over.”

“Yes, my Prince.” Eadwulf rolled over and placed her hands on her stomach. 

“No, hands at your sides on the bed.”

“Yes my Prince.”

Ivar trailed the melting ice cube over her nipple, circling the nub before pulling it into his mouth, causing Eadwulf to moan softly. He nipped it and pulled away as he trailing the ice cube over to her other breast, repeating the cycle. He put the ice cube in his mouth and sucked on her breast getting a groan out of her at the mix of the cold ice and his warm breath. Slowly, he pulled away and trailed a new ice cube down the middle of her stomach, tracing the edge of her panty line. She held her breath as he trailed it down to her lace covered slit. 

“Ivar,” Eadwulf moaned as he pushed the cube into her slit rubbing it against her clit. 

He chuckled and trailed it back up before sliding it inside her panties, pressing the cold object against her opening before sliding it inside. “How does that feel my Pretty?”

“Wonderful,” she gasped.

“Good to hear,” Ivar said as he repeated the action with a new cube. 

Ivar grabbed another one and slid his hand inside her panties rubbing it against her clit, smirking down at her as she cried out and arched her back. 

“Ivar!” she cried out as the pleasure became too much and she orgasmed.

“Good girl,” he purred setting the ice cube aside before crawling on top of her and rubbing his crotch agaisnt her. “Now, shall we get to the main event?”

Eadwulf made a soft noise of pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. “Yes, please.”

Ivar grinned and with her help wiggled out of his pants, before sliding inside her causing them both to moan in pleasure. He started slowly before building up speed and power as he eagerly thrusted inside of her. Her nails dug into his back, leaving scratches in their wake. He balanced on one arm and reached for the bowl of ice, grabbing one and placing it where their bodies were joined. They both moaned at the contact and that was all Eadwulf needed to fall over the edge of pleasure, bringing Ivar with her not long after. 

They lay their panting, bodies still joined, in a tangle of limbs before Ivar climbed off of her and they both crawled beneath the heated blanket. Ivar pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back.

“You alright?” he asked giving her a quick kiss.

“Yeah, just cold,” she answered as she buried her face into his neck.

Ivar nodded and reached for the remote to turn the blanket on and set the heat level to medium. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I will move in with you.”

“Good. I can’t wait.”

@youbloodymadgenius

[montedeto]

Your eyes have turned deep blue, Ivar. You know what that means. Remember? We used to watch over you. We knew that when your eyes turned blue that you were in great danger of breaking your bones. And we would say, “Not today, Ivar. Not today." 

[mystic-shadows42]

Enamored

A/N: This may or may not be turned into a series. Yea or Nay?

Pairing: Ivar x reader

Warnings: Stalking, Teasing, Sexual references

Summary: Ivar is enamored with you. He goes where you go. He knows what you like. He wants to be the man that you deserve, but he puts up a strong front. Instead he teases you and makes you submit to him.

You knew he was following you. He can be quiet when he wants to be but your senses never let you down.

When you first found out Ivar would follow you everywhere, it surprised you. There was nothing special you did besides bustling about here and there. 

It was part of your duty as a thrall to serve him. Out of all the Lothbrok brothers, Ivar scared you. 

The fear would come from the way he speaks to others. He wasn’t nice to anyone but his mother. He was somewhat civil with his brothers.

There was never a good feeling you had when you’re near him. Your stomach would turn. 

You brushed off his actions figuring he was bored but would grow tired of following you. 

Boy were you wrong. 

This went on for months, so much that you were starting to lose count.

He never once spoke about it and neither did you. He had a temper that you didn’t want to test.

You can feel his eyes on you wherever you go and do. He never strayed too far but enough not to be obvious.

You placed your belongings on the table in the great hall preparing the table for dinner. 

Once you were done and everything was in place, Ivar was the first to arrive. He sat in his seat with his eyes trained on you.

His stare was intense. Whatever he did you promised yourself not to look at him. Even if you were afraid, you needed answers. Some sort of resolution as to why he’s been following you.

You decided to finally question him. Even if it meant stepping out of line. You needed to know where this little attraction of his came from.

“Were you following me today?” You asked in a low tone to not sound demanding.

“Me? No. There are other women vying for my attention. If you must know.”

You hummed in response. 

“It’s rude of you not to look at me when speaking.”

When you met his eyes his usual smirk was gone. He raised an eyebrow at you when you didn’t say anything else. He licked his lips and leaned forward in his seat clasping his hands together.

“You think I’m a liar?” 

“No, it was stupid of me to bring it up.” You tried to dismiss the subject immediately. You quickly regretted saying anything at all.

“Yeah, it was stupid of you.”

You looked away from him and started placing the food on the table. Ivar grabbed ahold of your wrist in a tight grip, pulling you towards him. You dropped a bowl of food on the floor in the process.

“Ivar you’re hurting me.” When he continued to tighten his hold over you that’s when you clawed at his hand. “Ivar please,” you pleaded in a desperate tone. 

Hurting Ivar or even touching him could lead you to even more trouble if he chooses. Right now you just wanted to be away from him. You didn’t want to end up like the child he killed when he was a kid. 

That story had circulated among the thralls since the day Aslaug purchased you from the slave trader.

“Let her go, Ivar.”

At the sound of Ubbe, Ivar let go. You held your sore wrist nursing the bruises that were bound to form.

Aslaug and her other boys entered as well.

“Don’t hurt the thrall Ivar. There aren’t as many good thralls nowadays.”

“I was just messing with her mother,” Ivar remarked in a condescending tone.

“No, you were scaring her. I don’t know where this fascination of yours came from?”

“If this was a fascination I would do a lot more than that.” Ivar took a sip of his drink with his eyes on you. His look sent shivers down your spine.

Ivar wasn’t one to be messed with. You finished setting up then picked up the mess on the floor.

They began talking amongst themselves. Ivar and Sigurd were bickering with each other as usual. Hvitserk talked of his latest conquests. Ubbe was quiet but would churp in now and then.

Once you were finally dismissed by Aslaug, Ivar grabbed a hold of your waist and sat you down on his lap.

“Mother, this is my form of entertainment. You can’t dismiss her so quickly.”

You squirmed on his lap not knowing whether to obey him or immediately leave. Aslaug did nothing to help you as she began eating.

“I want you to feed me.”

“You can feed yourself or are you incapable of that as well as your legs,” Sigurd remarked.

Ivar’s hand tightened around you making you wince.

“I don’t know with a beauty like that, I’d want her to feed me too,” Hvitserk said while chewing his food.

Ubbe rolled his eyes at his brothers then looked at you.

“You can go.”

It was a relief to hear that. You tried standing only for Ivar to hold you down.

“No no, she’s not going anywhere.”

“She doesn’t want to be here.”

“She’s a slave what does her opinion matter?”

“She’s a servant. A person like you and me.”

“Not like us.”

“If you want to impress her Ivar. This is not the way to do so.”

Ivar’s hold on you loosened enough for you to stand.

“You can go.” His face was impassive while he looked at his brother. You quickly left making yourself scarce for the rest of the day.

After that whole incident, you retired to the thralls cabin where you prepared yourself a hot bath. One that many of you hardly got anymore.

You got out of your dress and dropped it to your feet. The other thralls had their buckets as well and were cleaning themselves.

You put your hair up then settled in the large bucket. You began sponging yourself down reveling in the hot steamy bath that was relaxing your body.

You closed your eyes and settled yourself in the water. It was peaceful until one of the other thralls put her hand on your shoulder.

“Ivar’s watching you from outside.”

That immediately caught your attention. You opened your eyes wide, startled by the news.

“Don’t get scared. Who knows what he’ll do.” Even though you were freaking out you tried to hold it together in order to keep Ivar away.

The other thralls surrounded you and helped you put your clothes back on. One thing about being a thrall was being familiar with many of the women of all ages. It was a sisterhood.

You all heard a bang against the cabin and jumped up at the sound. The ominous sound of Ivar’s crutch against the wood was startling as he crept closer to the door.

Everyone tensed up.

Ivar opened the door letting it bang against the wall.

“Everybody out.”

Everybody started to hurry outside to steer clear of Ivar’s punishment. You tried to take cover behind the others but Ivar had already spotted you. He grabbed your arm and brought you forth in front of him.

The other ladies stood by the door waiting for you. They had worried looks on their faces.

“I’ll take care of her ladies. Now go.” 

They gave you a remorseful look but left to avoid Ivar’s wraith.

“Take the dress off.”

Your hands started to shake when he said that. You couldn’t disobey him for what he could possibly do to you. By fault, he was your master.

You held your breath and dropped your dress to the floor. Ivar gasped at the sight of you. His eyes were wide and bright as he looked over your body.

It brought you shame to have to do this. You crossed your arms over yourself. Ivar approached slowly. He circled you about three times.

He kissed the back of your shoulder making you shudder.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever seen naked. Be proud of yourself. Your body is beautiful.”

Ivar walked out once he had his fun. 

You let out a deep breath you had been holding. He didn’t touch you and for that you were thankful.

Though next time you didn’t know what he’d do.

Tagged: @belovedcherry @lordsexmachine @lol-haha-joke​ @mariaenchanted​

[lordoffiction]

Thor’s Lightning: Chapter one.☁

here we go! a day late but it’s finally here. 

please make sure you read the prologue before this! 

enjoy! please leave feedback. ♡

WORD COUNT: 3,713.

WARNINGS: swearing, fighting, a little scene with Hvitty, Ivar calling you mean words. 

gif isn’t mine. all credits to the owner. 

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It had been a week since you arrived in Kattegat, it still felt surreal to you that you were here.

You weren't in a coma and you weren’t dead, you had just been thrown back three-hundred years before you were even born. You tried to relive that night over and over again, seeing the night sky, feeling the rain on your face and back. Seeing that lightning that made your breath get stuck in your throat, how it all went white. You were struck by the lightning, you were certain of it. You just didn’t know why you were sent here of all places. You had noticed the day after that you had a scar going down the middle of your breast bone, in the same pattern of lightning.

“Y/N,” Embla repeated, staring up at you from the other side of the hut.

In the week you had been here, you and Embla had gotten along like two peas in a pod. She reminded you of your late mother, she had that vibe about her that just made you feel warm and safe.

“Hm? Sorry, Embla, I was stuck in my thoughts.” You continued preparing for tonight's dinner, cutting up the vegetables. You had your chores to do here, it was the least you could do for Embla for letting you stay here for free.

“Still thinking about that night?” She asked carefully, knowing the frustration it brought you. You had told her about your life before this one, she was the only one to know about it as she told you to be wary of telling others and what they would do with the information. You had told her about the year you were from, about cars and tall buildings. All the things that aren't invented yet. Embla believed you right away, she knew you weren’t lying from the things you had with you when you first arrived, like your phone and notebook and pen, your earphones and money.

You nodded slowly, a deep frown pulling at your brows.

“It must have been Thor’s will. He must have great plans for you here, child.”

You learned about their Gods here, Embla had told you about them all one night when you couldn’t sleep, nightmares fuelled by the gruesome scene of your parents' death. She had told you that Thor had put that mark on your chest to show you were chosen by him. But chosen for what?

“Well, we’ll have to see about that, won’t we?” You smiled over to her, finishing the last of the vegetables. “Is there anything else you need me to do, Embla?”

“Actually, yes. I need you to go to the forest and pick some herbs for me. I only got enough for me before you arrived, I didn’t realise how fast they would go.”

“Of course!” You nodded, picking up the woven basket from the small table. “I should be back in a few hours.”

Walking out the hut door, you headed into the direction of the forest.

Embla had provided you with clothes more suited to this age, though you decided to keep your boots for that little bit of you in your new look. She would braid your hair for you, and make sure you were well fed and rested. You would be eternally grateful for her, for, without her, you would surely be dead.

Whilst you walked in the direction of green, you hummed one of your favourite songs, something you’d do more often than not since your phone broke. God, you missed music. It was like your therapist. And you missed all your books. And your friends.

You closed your eyes as you reached the middle of the green sea, the sound of birds chirping gave you a sense of reality and the breeze here was different from the one at home in Kattegat market.

Home.

You’ve already forgotten about your real home?

Shaking your head, you stepped forward again as you scanned the ground for herbs that Embla could use. What were you thinking? That place wasn’t your home. It was just a place of survival-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a large axe landing next to your head, embedding itself into the tree, inches away from your face. You stumbled backward, tripping up and landing onto your backside.

“Fucking hell!” You gasped, eyes wide as you stared at the axe.

“Are you alright?!” You heard someone call to you, running in your direction. “I didn't see you standing there and... Oh, it’s you.”

Your E/C orbs flickered up to the owner of the axe, seeing a familiar face.

“You.”

It was the man from the first day you arrived here, the one who was eating whilst his brother grilled you out. Embla had told you about the princes after the dramatic scene you caused by your mini-mental breakdown, about their father and mother. How they go on raids and how they all led an army. How they would kill you in a second if they wanted to and how they treated their women.

There were five brothers at one point but the youngest, Ivar, had killed him. It makes you think how on earth you didn’t get killed that day.

Björn was the eldest and then followed by Ubbe, Hvitserk and the lastly, Ivar the boneless.

Though the brother in front of you was Hvitserk. The ladies man.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, ripping his weapon from the bark of the tree, holding his free hand out for you to grab.

“Are you blind?!” You yelled, ignoring his hand and using the tree to bring yourself back onto your feet. “You could have killed me!”

His brows frowned together, staring at you as he took his hand back to his side.

“Well, if you had looked where you were going, you would have seen that there’s a massive target on the tree.” He shot back at you, making you turn and look that therefor, in fact, was a massive target on the tree. “Are you sure you aren't blind as my brother said?” Hvitserk’s lips turned up into a boyish grin.

Was he making fun of you right now?

“And that’s no way to talk to your prince.”

“You aren’t my prince,” you barked back at him, leaning down to pick up your basket you had dropped.

“Oh, I'm not?” He said innocently. “Then who is? Because I don't see anyone else around.”

“No one is my ‘prince’. What is this? The royal family of England?” You said the last part to yourself as you walked past him but Hvitserk heard you, grabbing onto the top of your arm quickly.

“What did you say?” He asked lowly, a threatening look glazing over his eyes. “You’re from England? Are you a Christian?”

His grip tightened at the last question, making your eyes glare daggers at him.

“No, I'm not a Christian. I don't believe there is a god.” Ripping your arm out of his grip, you huffed.

Hvitserk stood there stunned, how could you not believe in the gods? You weren’t from here, clearly, but where were you from? So many questions spun in his mind.

“What’s your name?” He asked you after a short period of not talking.

You stayed silent for a second, not sure if you should tell him or not. Embla had warned you about them, but the look in his eyes made you want to surrender under him. Wait, what?

“Y/N.” You answered before realising, still confused about what you just said about his eyes.

“That name is rare. I’ve never heard it before.” He hummed. Hvitserk had to admit, you were a beautiful woman. The most beautiful woman he had seen and he was surprised he hadn't noticed it the first time he saw you, though you were covered in dirt and blood. And those eyes, gods, those eyes. He was sure Freyja herself had gifted them to you. His eyes travelled across your body, spotting the gold necklace your mother had given you for your sixteenth birthday. It was a chain that was identical to hers, you never take it off. It was the only thing you had left of her.

“You wear gold, are you rich?” He questioned, causing you to scoff slightly.

“I wish.” You replied, your eyes locking with his. You couldn't put your finger on the exact colour they were. In some shades of light they looked green, in others they looked gold.

The two of you stayed silent for a little longer, your eyes drifted from his piercing ones onto the floor, a small tint of red freckled onto your cheeks. You had never been good around men, they made you nervous. It didn't help that you went to an only girls school whilst growing up.  

“I think we started on the wrong foot,” Hvitserk said, stepping closer to you and held out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Hvitserk.”  

You took his hand in yours, his one easily engulfing yours in size. “Nice to meet you, again, Hvitserk.”

“So what are you doing out here alone?” He questioned, throwing his axe up into the air and catching it again.

“I’m picking herbs for the woman I'm staying with, though I'm not doing very well.” You laughed slightly, looking into the bare basket. “You ask a lot of questions, don't you, Hvitserk?”

“I’m a curious man.” He grinned.

“What about you then? Why are you out here?” Your eyebrow quirked at him, leaning against the tree with your basket held in front of you.

“I come here to practice, all of my brothers do, though it’s just me today.” He hummed.

“Isn’t it hard to practice by yourself?” You tucked a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, looking at all the different weapons he had laid out. Swords, bow and arrows, axes, there were all different kinds of weapons here.

“Sometimes. It just doesn't give you the real thrill of fighting someone when you practice with someone else.”

“I’ll practice with you.” You offered. Why not? If you were going to spend the rest of your life here then surely you’ll need to know how to defend yourself and fight.

Your offer made Hvitserk burst out laughing, holding his side as he mocked you.

“What’s so funny?” You asked offensively, standing up a little straighter.

“You look like you wouldn't last two seconds, Y/N.” Hvitserk wiped his eyes from the tears of laughter.

“Then teach me and let me practice with you! A woman should be taught how to protect herself if she’s in danger.”

His eyes searched yours, seeing how serious you were about this. Letting out a sigh, he nodded his head.

“Fine,” He said, earning a smile out of you. “But only on the condition that you do as I say and you listen to me when I'm teaching you. This will take a lot out of you, fighting isn’t just physical, it’s mental too. You have to have the right mindset.”

You nodded eagerly at him.

“Place that basket down to the side.” He said, pointing to the ground with his axe as he walked over to the tree where all the weapons laid. “First, you’ll learn how to use a shield. It’s the heaviest to hold and you need to know how to block attacks.”

Hvitserk picked up a circled shape shield, walking back over to you after you placed your basket down, taking the shield off of him.

“Fuck.” You grunted, the thing nearly pulling you to the floor. It was fucking heavy.

“Now, I'm going to attack you and you need to use that shield to fight me off and protect yourself.” Hvitserk stepped closer to you, getting into his fighting stance, a smirk on his face. “Ready?”

Fuck no you weren't ready. You’ve never needed to do this before, you only needed pepper spray before coming here.

You nodded anyway, swallowing harshly. “Ready.”

He came at you so quickly, you barely stopped him in time, his axe colliding with the shield in your grip.

“Use one hand to hold it, imagine you're carrying something else in your right hand.” He yelled to you, still throwing blows at you.

One hand?! You can barely hold this fucking thing with two hands!

You let go of it with your right hand, stepping backward with each hit he threw down until his axe came through the wood of the shield, making you yelp slightly. Hvitserk moved quickly to get his sword, spinning around and hitting the shield again with it.

“Holy shit!” You cursed out, he was too fast for you, too skilled. You knew then that he could kill you in a blink of an eye and if this was real, you would have been dead minutes ago.

He kept going though, each hit was harder and stronger than the last.

“Push me back, Y/N! Fight me!”

You stepped forward again, trying to push back against him whilst he was also pushing onto you. You made the mistake of looking behind you and taking your eyes off of him, making sure you didn’t trip up on anything. Hvitserk saw that as an opening to get you, moving your shield away from you with his free arm, pushing you back up against the tree nearest to you, pressing the cold metal of his sword against your throat, using his body to trap you between the tree and himself, his face inches from yours.

Oh fuck.

You could feel his breath on your face, his lips inches away from yours as your eyes burned into his green ones. Your breath got caught in your throat, the thrill this gave you was something you’d never felt before. The excitement, the fighting, the blood pumping all over and now the fact that Hvitserk was inches from your lips. Your cheeks burned a bright crimson, your eyes tearing away from his.

He licked his lips before grinning, getting closer to your ear.

“You’re dead.” He whispered into your ear, sending a small shiver down your back as he stepped away from you.

“Again!”

Cocky bastard.

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You trained with Hvitserk for hours and hours until it got dark and you had to go home. He had walked you to your hut, and told you that he’d send one of his thralls to bring round the herbs you needed since you lost track of time on getting them.

Your body was sore and bruised from the training, groaning as you sat down at the small table.

“I never knew picking herbs would cause you so much pain,” Embla said, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, no I... I ran into one of the princes, Hvitserk. He almost killed me with his axe.” You snorted, stirring the soup in your bowl with your spoon.

“Prince Hvitserk? You-”

A knock on the hut door made her stop talking, getting up and opening the door to see a woman holding a basket with different types of herbs tucked inside.

“Is this where Y/N is staying?” You heard her ask, standing up from where you were sitting and walking over to stand next to Embla.

“That’s me.” You said, smiling softly at her. This must be the thrall Hvitserk said he’d be sending by with the herbs. She looked like she was the same age as you, maybe a bit younger. Perhaps seventeen or eighteen years old?

“Prince Hvitserk brings you these herbs, he hopes its enough for you and he apologises for keeping you out so late today.” She mumbled, passing the basket to you. “Goodnight.”

The thrall walked back off into the direction of the Great Hall, leaving Embla staring at you as you placed the basket on the table.

You’d never get used to this world and the fact that a prince just sent a slave to give you a basket of plants.

“Are you going to tell me what happened today or shall I guess?” Embla said, sitting across from you at the table.

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The next day you were awake early, Hvitserk had told you to be at the same place for your training.

Of course, you were running late though. You were meant to be there at sunrise, so you could have more hours to practice.

You ran towards the forest, you didn’t have time to do your hair in multiple braids today, so Embla only did two small braids at the front, connecting them into one braid at the back of your head, the rest of your hair just let loose. You wore trousers today with a sleeveless wool top, a belt wrapping around your waist.

You wheezed slightly as you reached the clearing, slowing down to a jog as you arrived.

“God! I’m sorry, Hvitserk. I accidentally slept in and Embla didn't wake me up and now that I don't have an alarm, it's so much harder for me to wake up.” You placed your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath before looking up and seeing three pair of eyes staring back at you. “And there's other people here.” You mumbled.

“What is she doing here?” Ivar sneered, looking in your direction. “We’re meant to be training.”

“Y/N!” Hvitserk grinned, walking over to you and slinging an arm over your shoulders. “You’re late, but I’ll forgive you since you worked so hard yesterday.” He winked at you, causing you to blush slightly.

Fuck sake.

“Ubbe, Ivar, this is Y/N. She’ll be joining us for practice from now on.”

“A pleasure to meet you, I'm glad we’re meeting each other on better circumstances,” Ubbe said, going up to you and shaking your hand, his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. He was the one who stopped Ivar from backhanding you in the market.

“The pleasure’s mine, Prince Ubbe.”

“Just Ubbe will do since you’ll be training with us now.”

What’s with these brothers? Why are they so hot? Their parents must’ve looked like gods.

Your eyes trailed over to were Ivar sat on the stump of a tree, his crutched next to him. He had a sour look on his face, staring off in the other direction. Did he think that if he can't see you, he can pretend you’re not there?

You walked over to him whilst Hvitserk and Ubbe spoke.

“Prince Ivar,” You said with a soft sigh. “I know we didn't meet on a good note but-”

“I don’t care.” Ivar interrupted you. “I don’t care if you’re the new whore my brother fucks and you want some kind of approval from me and Ubbe. Stay out my way.”

Your mouth was left agape. What? WHAT? Did he just call a whore?

“How dare you.” You threatened, your fist tightening at your side. “How dare you talk to me like that, you don't even know who I am and already you assume I'm your brothers' whore? I tried to be nice to you, to make a new start because I'm going to be here every day and I don't want any bad blood. But I will not let a fucking man talk to me like that! I didn't allow it back home and I won't fucking allow it here!” You shouted at him, your face red and chest heaving. The temptation to smack that look off his face was overpowering, but you dug your nails into the palm of your hand to stop yourself.

If looks could kill, Ivar’s glare would kill you once now and then once more in your next life. He stood up, using his crutch to balance himself.

“Enough,” Hvitserk said. “We’re here to train for future raids and battles. We don't need you two bickering the whole time.”

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“So,” Hvitserk began, popping a piece of meat into his mouth. “What do you both think of Y/N?”

The three brothers had returned to the Great Hall, you had gone back to your hut for the night to bathe and rest. You had taken quite a beating today off of Ubbe, he was a bit more built than Hvitserk and he had knocked you on your ass more than once.

“She’s a nice girl. She’s got potential in her to be a good fighter if she keeps practicing the way she is.” Ubbe said, taking a sip of mead from his cup. “She’s got quite the tongue too. Why, Hvitserk? Are you thinking about marrying her?” He smirked, teasing his younger brother.

Ivar scoffed into his cup.

“We have to train with her and now you want to talk about her? What? Are you obsessing over your new toy?” Ivar said, causing Hvitserk to roll his eyes.

“You’re just angry that she hurt your pride at the market.”

“No, I just don’t trust her.” Ivar shrugged. “She talks differently and she acts like she's never seen a weapon before. And didn’t you see her shoes? She’s clearly not from here. She could be a spy.”

“How could she possibly be a spy, Ivar?” Hvitserk questioned him, swallowing the food he had in his mouth.

“Look how she was when we first met her, she wore strange things and we’ve never seen her before now. No one knows who she is. And what the fuck is an ‘alarm’?”

“That’s true. She did tell me she didn't believe in the gods, which shocked me.” Hvitserk said, bringing his cup up to his lips. “But I don’t think it’s possible she's a spy. She’s too clumsy and too inexperienced with a weapon.”

“We can’t trust her until we know more about her, Ivar’s right.” Ubbe chirped in. “But Hvitserk is right too, she can't be a spy.”

Ivar growled slightly, he didn't know what it was about you that made him constantly think about you. You consumed his every thought, at night he would think about that look in your eyes when you bumped into him, how you stared at him with fire in your eyes as you stood dup to him. No one stood up to him apart from family.

No matter what,  Ivar thought.  I will find out who you really are, Y/N.

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[inforapound]

Ease The Dawn  Pt.2 Ch.17

A/N - Will get the final chapter up this week. Previous Chapter 16 . Before starting this story, I read that the real Aethelswith was so little, that when she passed away in Italy, they used a child’s coffin as she was well under 5 feet tall. She was described as being built like a sparrow.  I always picture them with this massive height/size difference as the stories say the real Ivar was over 7 feet. 

Pairing - Ivar and Aethelswith   Words - 1,500  

Warnings - Angst, human sacrifice, death, sorrow, mentions of rape, true love. 

Standing in the hall, Aethelswith clung to Ivar's arm; Hvitserk, on her far side, stood with his hand subtly outstretched as if she might, at any moment, lose her balance and tip over. Back straight against the wall, Brana waited near the entrance to the corridor, her expression was rigid, and her cold eyes stayed fixed on the hall doors.

Angling down, Ivar pressed a kiss to the top of Aethelswith's loosely braided hair, murmuring quiet praise and soft encouragement. Letting go of his arm, she adjusted the ties of her green dressing gown around her spare waist. The way the fabric draped from her weak posture gave her the appearance of a starved child; evidence that restored health was still a ways away.

At the sound of approaching voices, she squared her shoulders, lifting her chin, as Loni and Ruud shoved Freydis through the doors. Still wearing her beige dress, her hands were shackled in front and at the sight of Ivar, her eyes bulged with fear. Pushing her onward, they stopped a few meters back and she lowered her face in a futile attempt to avoid his scrutiny. Instinctively, Aethelswith reached back to Ivar and squeezed his arm, feeling his body tense and sensing his desire to drive his blade into the top of her skull.

Opening his mouth to speak, Aethelswith tightened her grip and glanced up to him, wordlessly conveying her insistence.

"You do not need to see any of this," he spoke quietly.

"But I do."

Looking back to a cowering Freydis, Aethelswith squinted, her sensitive eyes still adjusting to the return of her sight. Even with the glare of the sun streaming through the open doors, she could see the filth on Freydis' dress and hands and caked under her nails. Her skin looked grimy and her previously shiny hair was dull. Aethelswith wanted to laugh, cackle like a witch, noticing Freydis' dry, chapped lips, perhaps even offer her a damp cloth to suck water or poisoned milk from. She should take mercy, attempt to understand and possibly forgive but none of that felt brutal enough for a girl who had been working her nocuous plan from the start.

And yet, nothing about Freydis rotting in a dingy cell for weeks while Aethelswith recovered enough to attend her hearing, pleased her. She felt no satisfaction or sense of peace, only rage so rich, at times, it took her breath. The image of Ivar sitting on his throne moments from giving his life plagued her sleep. Even awake, it seemed burned into her mind, visible still when she closed her eyes.

And Freydis had done that; spoon-fed sadness and devastation to all those Aethelswith loved and as a result, forced Ivar to place a blade to his throat. Blinking away the image, she steadied her thoughts, hoping her voice sounded stronger than she felt.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Letting go of Ivar's arm, she straightened, clasping her hands in front, her face entirely void of emotion.

"Please, my lady," Freydis whined, "I could not explain this to anyone but you. I did not want to do this; any of this. I was forced. I had no choice."

Air shot out of Ivar's nostrils and his body vibrated, holding back by only a thread. Frowning, Aethelswith stepped closer, uncertain of her meaning.

"He forced me!" Freydis squawked. "He made me do it."

"Who?" Aethelswith narrowed her eyes.

"Burgred!" Freydis cried.

"That's it!" Ivar roared, reaching for the ax on his belt.

Eyes flashing, Aethelswith's hand flew out to stop him, latching onto his wrist and pulling him closer to calm him. Grunting with both frustration and resignation, he stepped in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Nodding, she squeezed his hand giving assurance that she was not phased.

"My lady," Freydis pleaded, lifting her shackled hands as if in prayer. "He threatened the life of my child sister. Keeps her like a whore...his carnal slave. Does all sorts of depraved things to her. Promised to release her if I did this, otherwise, he would kill her. She is only fifteen-years-old!" Freydis cried again. "You would do the same for your own flesh and blood, I know you would. You would poison anyone if it meant saving the life of someone you love. She is only a child!"

Horrified, Aethelswith covered her mouth, "I have known the brutality of that man," she nodded, lowering her hand, "I do understand the lengths a person would go to to escape it, I do," she nodded again.

Closing her eyes, Freydis shoulders settled with relief.

"Freydis, look at me?" Aethelswith called in a gentle tone. "Do I look stupid to you, though?" she lifted her brows. "Hmm?"

Frowning, Freydis shook her head, panic creeping back into her eyes.

"There is no question in my mind that you conspired with Burgred, and that you are, in fact, Saxon but I do not believe he has your sister." Lowering her chin, Aethelswith's expression hardened. "You are a power-hungry liar."

Disgusted, Ivar let out a threatening growl, the sound rumbling through Aethelswith's back. Stepping forward, Freydis lifted her hands like a beggar making Loni yank her back with a tug of the chain fastened to her cuffs.

"It was your husband's doing!" Freydis shouted, lifting her face in defiance.

"He is not my husband!" Aethelswith screamed. "You are standing in front of my husband. In fact," she pointed at the floor. "Kneel! Get onto your knees before the king."

Grabbing her shoulders, Loni shoved her down, Freydis squealing as she landed hard on the floor.

"Please," Freydis whimpered, looking back up.

"Further, Burgred does not care for little girls," Aethelswith sneered. "Does not care for girls at all," her eyes bore into Freydis, "As I learned on my wedding night when he took me like a man would take another man."

Freydis' eyes flashed at the revelation and every person in the room shifted on their feet. Hugging Aethelswith tighter to his front, Ivar leaned in pressing another kiss behind her ear, whispering how strong she was.

"Your stories fool no one." Aethelswith continued, her voice growing steadier. "Burgred wanted me dead and you wanted to be a queen, you stupid, stupid girl," she shook her head. "Did you truly believe you could take Ivar from me?" Raising her hand, she touched the faint scar across the top of her temple. "This will remind me, each day, how close I came to losing everything."

Turning her head, she pressed her face back against Ivar's chest.

"You are certain?" he asked in a low voice, his lips still touching her hair. At her nodded reply, he reached to his belt and withdrew the gold and ruby dagger from his scabbard, offering it for her to take.

"Hold her," Aethelswith ordered the men, taking the knife and stepping forward out from the security of Ivar's arms.

Panic struck and Freydis jolted forward, thrashing against Loni and Ruud's grip. Fighting, she spat and shrieked like a frenzied animal being pulled under water. Cinching up the chain, Ruud and Loni grabbed her under her arms, bracing her in place.

"Last words?" Aethelswith's asked staring down into her wild eyes.

"I ask our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ to receive me," Freydis spat, out of breath from her struggle.

Reaching down, Ruud grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck, yanking her head back so she could not look away.

Pressing the edge of the blade to the skin of her taut throat, Aethelswith leaned closer.

"You have no god," she whispered, "and now you will bleed like the sheep that you are."

In one swift sweep, Aethelswith cut the width of her pale throat; Freydis' eyes flashing wide as dark blood spewed out, streaming down her front, the faintest sound of air rushing from the slit in her skin. Silently, Freydis' body sagged as her blood drained and her round blue eyes lost focus.

Grabbing Aethelswith from behind, Ivar spun her away, wrapping his arms around her, and hugged her to his chest. Collapsing against him, she let out a choked sob with the dagger still dangling in her hand.

Thick blood began to pool on the floor and Ivar led her away back to the base of the thrones. Without a word, Aethelswith stopped and turned to face him, peering up into his worried eyes. Clutching her arms, he leaned in, studying her shocked face, the colour now entirely drained from her cheeks. His eyes flitted down to the dagger she held in the palm of her bloodied hands.

"I used this knife in the way my grandfather intended, defending what is mine," she too glanced down at the blade. "I think he would be proud of me today. Are you proud of me?" she looked back up, searching his face, his bright eyes marveling down at her.

"Always."

Lifting the knife higher, she cleared her throat, "I give you this family knife...my grandfather's knife as a martial offering, stained with the blood of our enemies. I pledge my life and heart to you and promise that I will allow nothing to part us. Ever."

Leaning closer, he pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes alive with adoration.

"Ivar Ragnarsson, will you marry me?"

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Rule The World with Me-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Story Summary: Ivar travel's to Kiev to escape his brothers, where he meets you and hopes that you will be his queen.

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Crucifixion

Chapter Summary: Ivar takes his revenge

Word Count 1,023

Warnings: very angsty, gore, fluff at the end

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Once the feast is over, Ivar stands up and captures his people's attention.

Ivar "My good people, we have so much to be thankful for today. We have won a battle to keep our home, your king and queen and your future prince. As you all know, Prince Dir has been tortured as we feasted. But that is not enough. He must pay for what he has done. So I want to ask you all for your opinions on this matter."

A man stands up "We should sacrifice him to the gods!"

A woman stands up "We should burn him alive!"

Another woman stands up "We should crucify him!"

Ivar "okay, okay...how about instead of shouting, we all take a vote, huh? Raise your hand if you think that we should burn him alive.." a couple of people raises, "Now if we should hang him.." a few people raise, "If we should sacrifice him.." more people raise their hand, "And lastly, if you think that we should crucify him.." the whole room pretty much raises their hand and Ivar smiles and looks down at you.

You stand up and smile, "Then it is settled! We shall crucify him tonight."

A man speaks, "THANK YOU MY KING AND QUEEN!" 

Ivar takes his seat on his throne and Hvitserk sits down next to him but on the floor. He opens his arms and smiles, "And thank you all! Without everyone in this room, including your queen and my brother's, we would not be having this victory!"

A woman, "What does this mean for the future of Kiev?! Now that Prince Dir is going to be executed, what does this mean for the kin?"

"Ivar is your king! Next it will be Prince Igor, and then it will be my child!"

A woman, "Do we know what you are having, my queen?"

"Not yet, dear one. We will find out after birth-"

Ivar "Either way, daughter or son, our child will rule this kingdom one day."

Hvitserk "But not for a very long time." 

Ubbe "Yes, not for a very long time, Ivar. You are the king of Novgorod, Kiev...and you will always be, brother."

Ivar smiles, "Thank you Ubbe."

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You and Ivar are covered in war-paint and are wearing your crowns.

The area around you is lit up by torches. Your people are gathered around the torches as you walk hand in hand with your beloved as you watch Prince Dir be strung up by his arms and legs. His whole body is bloodied from the beatings and he is pleading for mercy. The people don't listen to his words that he speaks, they don't want anything to do with the man.

Ivar "On this night, we will crucify the brother of the man that tortured my wife! Your queen! Everyday of her life! And now, this Prince came into our home, our kingdom, threatening to take it all for himself! He spoke harshly towards my unborn child!! He deserves everything that he has gotten! And he will die tonight!"

Prince Dir "PLEASE. I BEG OF YO-"

Ivar "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" 

"If anyone disagrees with this decision, speak now!" No one speaks out on Dir's behalf and Ivar grabs your hand.

Ivar "NOW!" The town watches his gruesome death cheering. Hvitserk and Ubbe were dancing, even! It was a good night for you and your family...and your gods. He was getting stabbed all over his body, not deep enough to kill him yet though. Ivar wants his death to be slow and painful. Nails were getting dug into his hands like his powerless god. Crown of thorns were being dug into his skull to where you can hear his skull crushing beneath it. After the king died, Ivar looked over at you and whispered, "We are free, princess."

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Hvitserk "That was so justified! I feel so proud, brother."

Ivar "I know, today was definitely a good day."

You all take off your warpaint and undo all of your braids. You are absolutely drained and so are your boys. Torvi didn't even say goodnight, she was so tired. 

"To realize that we can live in peace now, and not have to worry about our child growing up in a horrific world, I can finally sleep peacefully once again."

Hvitserk "And you will, little sis. You two should go to bed. And hey!! Sleep in tomorrow, yeah?"

Ivar "What is that? I've never done that before?" He chuckles at his own joke and takes your hand and you both go to your chambers. You put on a white nightgown and he trips down to nothing but pants. He gives you grabby hands and you melt into his arms. You will never get over how big he is compared to yourself. His arms just engulf your whole body and you love it. 

Ivar "Are you happy, my love?"

"Oh yes! I have every reason to be happy."

Ivar "Good. I am happy to be home, and to have you in my arms."

"Me too, Ivar. In your arms I am the happiest."

Ivar "I love you, beautiful."

"I love you."

Ivar "You are growing beautiful, kitten." He looks down and rubs your growing belly gently. In a few days, you will reach your second trimester and you are so excited. Getting closer and closer to bringing your child into this world, makes your heart flutter. 

"Thank you, my beloved. He or she is going to be a big baby!"

Ivar "Big and strong! Just like his mother and father. I still have to pinch myself that I am going to be a father."

"You are, my love. And you will be an incredible father."

Ivar "I will do my best to make our child feel loved and accepted. I will love our child so much...I already do!"

"I know, so do I. I love you."

Ivar "I love you, angel. Get some sleep."

"Can we sleep in tomorrow?" He chuckles and kisses your entire face.

Ivar "Yes, that sounds like an amazing idea!"

"Good. Goodnight Ivar."

Ivar "Good night my princess."

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[laketaj24]

Immured II

Author’s Note: This is dark. Very dark. And therefore I find it necessary to give a disclaimer. There are triggers in the tags therefore it can be filtered out if you have filters. Warnings has listed triggers as well. I hope you continue to follow me and just ignore this series if you are not interested! Please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in it via inbox and I will alter the list!

This was the Can I  fuck the sad out of you Poll Fic. It will have another part out soon. Thanks! Taglist open, Requests Open. Happy Reading!

Warnings: Kidnapping, Sex Slave, implied Noncon, noncon, triggering situations. Language. SMUT.

Immured I

Pairings: Y/N x Ragnarssons, (this section mainly Hvitserk x Y/N)

It’s been two days. And he didn’t come back. It’s a hard thought to try to figure out if it’s a good thing or bad because you wanted that shower. You’re eyes were red from crying and your thighs ached.

The door opens and the blue eyed blonde stepped in. “Shower?” He said.

“Yes.” You rasped. Your throat aches, dry from the lack of water. They’d only given you one cup and a sandwich yesterday and nothing today.

“Stand.” He didn’t give a choice as he pulled you from the ground and onto your feet. “Gods they could have bathed you.”

He tossed you over his shoulder like a ragdoll and headed into the bathroom. It was small. White walls with a tiny window. He placed the clothes on the counter with a small bottle of soap and two towels. “Clean yourself. You are to Ivar.”

“No, please.”

His face softened. “I have no say in who has You next.” He cleared his throat. “I will offer your advice. Don’t fight him.”

Those words rang in your mind for the entire shower. The water was cold. There was not a way to change it, so the cold water ran over your body in trickles. And you slid into the red scrubs he’d provided. Your hair dripped.

If you could make it out the window, it would not be hard to run off. You lift it and it goes up an inch. Fuck.

The door opens and he’s there again. “You like to run?” He asked.

You didn’t even see him but saw the smile in his voice. The low voice urged you to back away. “No.”

“Not what I’ve been told.”

You shake your head. “I’m not good at it.”

“I still like the hunt.” His eyes glinted danger and you’re done talking waiting for him to make his commands. “Who are you?”

“My name is no difference to you. But I’ll tell you so that you can use it when you cum. It’s Ubbe.”

“Odd name.”

“Odd circumstances. Come, you must get to Helga.”

The woman from before, you follow him down the narrow hall to the open room from before. You say nothing as the two talk. You twiddle your fingers and then she turns to you. “Here.” She hands you the cup of pills. “Take them.”

“What are they?”

“Do not talk to me.” Her thick accent wavers. “Just go ahead and take them. Now.”

“What are the pills?”

“You’re defiant. They are vitamins. You look defeated and we need you on the yellow floor in days. So take the fucking vitamins and shut up.”

“Water.”

“Swallow then, and then water.” Helga waits with her hands on her hips.

“I can’t I need water.”

“I can teach you how to swallow.” He says stepping in.

You heed the warning knocking back the pills dryly and she hands you a half cup of water.

“If she is to become yellow she needs no scratches, or bruises to pass Bjorn’s inspection. Tell your brother to mind his knives.”

“I’ll send my warning.” Ubbe grips your arm and moves quickly this time pass the room up the steps to another level. The air smelled crisp. “Wait here.”

You wait and you hear another voice. The familiar voice that you’d feared for days.

“You aren’t to damage her, per Helga.”

“I would never.” He stepped into the hallway. His devious smile didn’t offer any comfort. “What is your name?”

“Y/N. We have not been properly introduced.” Ivar leers. “I am Ivar, the trainer of sorts, and we will have our first lesson of sorts. Firstly, I want you to give me your eyes.”

You turn and notice the other one has left. The hall feels smaller as Ivar crowds your space. “It’s simple enough. The second is always swallow.”

Your palms grew sweaty as he steps near. “Okay.”

“I’ll go easy the first round.” And he flips you against the white wall tugging the scrubs down to the floor and he shoves his dick into you. The stretching sting of the pain slowly fades as your body adjusts to his quick strokes. Then you are slick and everything becomes easier. “Your sweet pussy is still tight.” He growls pressing his fingers down on your throat thrusting up into you. He felt different, thicker than his brother. And his motions were purposeful. He dragged himself in and out of you and you suppress the urge to moan, to enjoy his usage of your body. But it was harder than you could imagine. Your body reacted to him accordingly as your back arched and your legs weakened.

“Ah,” it slipped as you silenced yourself biting your lip when his skin slapped against yours and his teeth scraped across your neck.

“See how being a good girl will get you rewarded.” Your body bumps against the wall as his strokes become harder, nudging you over the edge of control. “You’re gonna make us so much money. That fucking pussy is a gold mine.” You could hear the smile again.

Shame floods you as your body climaxes and you shake against him.

“Gods.” He groaned. His thick fingers grab a handful of your coils and he pulls out of you forcing you to your knees. “Suck.”

His rigid cock glistened with your cum, “don’t make me repeat myself.” His three fingers smack your cheeks and then his thumb pulls your mouth open. You open and your mouth and he’s not gentle thrusting into your mouth like it was your pussy. Fast and hard he grips the back of your head suffocating you and then sliding back out taking a thin trail of saliva and then back in. You gag, and it does something for him, and you too for that matter. And then you feel it, the thick warm ribbon of cum sliding down your throat and still he fucks you until he’s semi hard pulling from your mouth.

He tilts your head up. “Fuck woman. Your mouth is like silk.” And he steps back. “Back to Red.”

“Red?”

“Your home for two more weeks. You have some learning to do.” He adjusts himself and shrugs. “Adjusting to blood.”

“Please let me go.”

“Don’t waste your time begging.” He laughs. “Your sorrow just makes me cock hard.”

The room seems cozier once your back. The bed has been made, there are books and a warm meal. Finally something more than the sandwich. You sit with the chicken breast and the potatoes glancing over the books. The first one is Les Miserable. How fitting. You flip to the start and the door opens.

“I brought you that one because it’s my favorite book.” Hvitserk said closing the door behind him.

“Thanks, a book from my captor. How sweet.”

He cut you a smile sitting in the wooden chair across from the bed. “I’m sorry, about this.”

“Don’t come in here spewing guilt. If you were sorry I’d be free.” You bite into the chicken. “I don’t want your pity unless it encourages you to open the door and let me go.”

“I can’t. It’s bigger than you think.”

“Your cowardice is bigger than you think. Get out. My body aches and my head can’t take this conversation.”

“I’ll go.” He smirked. He stands. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll have to fuck you again…”

“Okay.” You gulped.

“Make it easy, just take it.” Hvitserk said with a hint of remorse on his face.

“Yeah, I’ll do just that.” You glare. “Bye.”

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[queenstormbornn]

vikings 6x05

-- I don’t blame ole King. I wouldn’t want my power to be given up either but at the same time if they put their faith and loyalties in one person, they could come together and conquer different countries.  -- Gunhild came. She saw. She’s gonna conquer.  -- Lagertha ... you can’t kill the shieldmaiden in you but you can try.  --�� Granny Lagertha is the best. Shieldmaiden Lagertha is even better. -- Hvitserk, baby what is you doing?! -- Torvi and Ubbe are both looking like a snack. Red is Torvi’s color. -- So the girl Alexander Ludwig is dating is playing this girl watching over Hvitserk? She didn’t even know him last season and then know she cares for him? Is her character relevant or just Alexander used his ties to get his girl an acting gig? I mean that’s a good boyfriend but like??  -- HOW THE FUCK DO Y’ALL NOT KNOW THERE WERE THAT MANY KINGS AND EARLS IN NORWAY?! was the only famous one, King Ragnar? Wouldn’t more Kings and Earls try and overrule Ragnar then? Or join his cause for overruling Paris or England? I’m confused. Someone help me here!  -- SO BJORN IS GOING TO BE HOOKING UP WITH Earl Hrolf? HIS CHARACTER IS ALMOST A FUCKING JOKE NOW but we all know the Viking history of Bjorn so maybe this earl will become his future wife and help him become King of Sweden?  -- Bjorn’s right though, why do we fight our own men when they can come together and fight their neighboring countries!  -- If he’s going to cheat on Gunnhild then why the fuck was him sleeping with the slave necessary? Unless Bjorn really believed that the slave-girl will bring him luck? I love Bjorn but geez Hirst.  -- So Ivar and Igor are going on a rescue mission. Love this little duo.  -- Them guards will be dead. BET.  -- They dead.  -- IVAR is speechless. He’s seen a ghost. Does Freydis have a twin?  -- Gunnhild, my girl, you know they’re coming back.  -- Flatnose is a SNAKE JUST LIKE KING FINEHAIR. SOMEONE BETTER CUT THEIR DAMN GRASS.  -- I knew Finehair will try and betray Bjorn and I knew Flatnose would help him. FUCK THEM TWO. I would love King Harald if he wasn’t always trying to betray people. Geez, like go out and try and conquer a country. Gather and army and do something else with your power.  -- Ivar ... Oleg might be playing games but how would he know what Freydis looked like? Maybe this is your karma and you deserve to suffer?  -- Hvitserk really does have an addiction. Giving his dealer his sacred arm ring. God, that just broke my heart. His father gave him that ring. He needs help.  -- The seer’s voice coming in at the times the characters need his guidance but he’s setting up Hvitserk’s storyline. MEANING NEXT EPISODE IS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN AND I’M GOING TO THROW UP.  -- altered in fulfillment? oh god.  -- of course, Flatnose knows something. Don’t be so thick, King Olaf. Call him out.  -- Torvi, my love. God, you’re so gorgeous.  -- Torvi ain’t even surprised. She’s like girl, I’ve been there and he ain’t ever going to change his ways. He’s not going to be different with you. Close that dream.  -- Flatnose had a change a heart for a second? Hmm.  -- King Olaf is on another level.  -- King Harald always looking like a snack. How can Harald be a good king if he can’t even hold his own kingdom down? Granted, he was injured but like your people didn’t even try and fight for you?  -- Ubbe and Torvi ain’t got no time for bullshit news.  -- I love how Ubbe said “Ivar,” my god that man is the love of my life.  -- Ah shit .... maybe this news Hvitserk will wake him up and help him sober up.  -- What kind of demon is this? Ivar can be scary but I never thought he would be able to break down Hvitserk like this?! 

so Lagertha is going to go one on one with Whitehair and is going to be injured. My guess is that they have to retreat or they bring Lagertha back to Kattegat due to her injuries and Hvitserk will be the one to kill her? So Bjorn is going to win and Harald sends men to kill him. Flatnose doesn’t die ... due to the season trailer. So did he play double agent? 

[o0idk0o]

Omg! Alex Høgh Andersen and Yungblud lookalike 😮. Why has no one talked about this.

[telicoffeenstuff]

made a try with Alex Hogh Andersen as Jim Hawkins Disney version.

[lordoffiction]

First Chapter.

Hi, guys!  

Thank you all so much for following me, it means a lot! ♡♡

I’m currently writing a fanfiction based on Viking for my first work here.

It includes time travel, love triangle and a bad ass reader. 

I’ll be posting the first chapter of Thor’s Lightening later on tonight. So far I have over 7000 words for it. Whoops. 

I hope you all enjoy it! 

[inforapound]

Emboîté - Epilogue

A/N - Posting this feels a little trivial with what is going on out there in the world but I hope a few of you enjoy it. It's terribly fluffy and indulgent with a splash of angst. This series is dedicated to my friend @youbloodymadgenius​

Pairing – Ivar and Sarah  (Aethelswith)    Words – 5,600 approx

“Are you ready?”

“We don’t know that they are here for me,” I replied over my shoulder from where I sat at the end of the bed.

“Why else would the poachers of the Paris Ballet be sitting in on rehearsal?”

“They are not poacher,” I smacked my lips. “They attended the performance last night, so the company invited them as a courtesy.”

“Did they sit in on Giovanna’s practice?”

There was a lift to his voice. The same rise in tone he had whenever asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Clearing my throat, I threw a t-shirt on over my head, pushing my arms through the holes.

“Yes...”

“Hmm.”

Swiveling I looked at him. God, he could be smug….and sexy, lying in bed, propped up on pillows. The cover was tossed across his lower body shielding only part of his nakedness. For a man who worked out maybe three times a week, his body was a freaking work of art.

“What?” I asked as he caught me ogling his toned flesh, with a fat smirk on his face.

“I think you should just quit the ballet and... sit on my face professionally.”

“Oh yeah?” I flashed him a smile. “You, Ivar Lothbrok, couldn’t afford it.”

“Come here,” he smiled sitting up, motioning like he was going to reach for me.

Grimacing, I looked away, “I’m still feeling crummy.”

“Shutting me down twice in a row?” he groaned pretending to be defeated.

Glancing back, I shot him a look which turned his smile downright bratty. Standing, I headed to the dresser and opened the drawer, grabbing my dance gear for the day.

“Sarah?”

The pensiveness in his voice made me stop and turn back to him.  

“If you get an offer, how long before you leave?”

The muscles in my stomach knotted. Of course, I had been thinking about it as well, as much as I tried not to. Inhaling quietly, I noticed him working to keep his expression neutral, but I knew he was panicking inside. It was so endearing; it made my heart ache.

The past seven months of living together had been amazing… and accepting a dream offer, if one came, would be bittersweet. Spending Christmas, our birthdays, quiet evenings together, it just kept getting better and better. Yes, there had been hiccups and situations where we had to figure shit out but he had given me the space he promised. It was hard on him, the long practices, nonexistent weekends, rarely eating supper together, however, moving in and letting my apartment go, without question, was the right choice. Knowing I would always come home to him gave him a sense of relief and he relaxed with that feeling of security.

Watching him now, his eyes drifting from me, scanning the bedroom, biting his tongue at the state of his formally pristine apartment. My clothes and shoes were exploding out his walk-in closest, my makeup spread out over the top of the dresser, two, no three, half-empty glasses of water in this very room, my already swollen heart was about to rupture. How he opened his world to me made me cling to him even more, my level of sucky affection finally matching his. We were smitten, grotesquely in love, and living together felt so easy.

But now..... this... Paris...the possibility of it being real was confronting. Standing across the room, I could hear the gears in his head turn. God, I loved him.

“If I get an offer, I’m assuming I would need to be there in a few weeks.

Nodding he acknowledged what I said but remained quiet. His throat dipping noticeably with his swallow.

Looking down, I ran my toe over the callus on the inside of my other foot. “Would you come?” I glanced back up.

“Come?” He sat up from the pillows, his forehead scrunched in question.

“With your work and everything here, would you be able to move with me? To Paris? I know it’s asking a lot.”

“Really?” His smile broke, stretching across his bright face. “You want me to come?”

I nodded, my own smile mirroring his. “I didn't know if you’d be able to with work and... brotherly dynamics.”

“Fuck them,” he scoffed. “I work from home mostly and when I do go in, I feel like I want to murder everyone.”

“That’s normal,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.

“I could work remotely and just fly back once or twice a month. God, I’ve been stressing about this for months,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “How little we’d be able to see each other.”

As run down as I felt, I needed him. His support and sweetness reeling me in. Sparkling with excitement, his eyes landed on mine again and by the look on his face, his brain was racing through the logistics.

Stepping forward, I crawled onto the bed, climbing on hands and knees up his body as he flopped back into his pillows with a grin. Opening his arms, he beckoned me close and I lowered down onto his front, his arms folding around me, my face hovering over his. The elation and relief radiated off him like a fever and it only fuelled the warmth spreading through my body.  

My eyes roamed his perfect skin and refined features, vivid eyes, and smooth lips. Gah, over a year together and his handsomeness still made my stomach flip-flop. Reaching up, he swept the hair hanging against my cheek back, tucking it behind me ear, his hand lingering in place. Shutting my eyes, I leaned into it, my entire body beginning to wake. How? How could this man create such yearning? Satisfy me so intensely, every time.

Stroking his fingers across my jaw, he slid his palm under my chin, gently squeezing my throat before wrapping his large hand around the back of my neck.

“Baby,” his eyes flitted down to my parted lips. “Nothing can part us,” his words and breath danced across my mouth.

The muscles in my jaw and shoulders, back, and thighs relaxed, taking solace in his words. He must have felt my strain release, as his hold around me tightened, pulling me even closer, my face dropping down beside his head into the pillow. The long hours rehearsing six days a week and performing Thursday to Sunday had taken its toll. I was worn out and feeling vulnerable.

“You are working yourself too hard,” he spoke softly, the sound of his voice humming through his cheek into mine. “I can tell you need rest.”

“Just two more days and I can take all of Monday off. Maybe we can go somewhere.”

“Or... we can pretend we’re sick and camp out on the couch. Order food and play video games all day.”

Snorting I lifted my head, looking at him, “You mean, you will play video games and I‘ll sleep on the couch beside you.”

“Fuck yeah, sounds amazing,” he grinned again, showing his straight, white teeth.

“Hey,” my tone steadied, sounding serious and I watched his smile fade, his eyes searching mine. “I love you, Ivar.”

Tilting up, he kissed me. His warm mouth as soft and welcoming as always. His tongue skimmed across my lips, retreating and calling me to deepen the kiss. How easily his tender lips could sweep me away.

“Hmm,” a sound escaped me as I shifted the position of my head, my lips taking the lead. Having not made love in nearly two days, I felt starved for him to be inside me.

Breaking away, I lowered my face under his chin and gently sucked and kissed the skin of his throat. Dropping his hands to my ribs, his fingers dragged down my sides, his fingers exploring my panty-less skin. Moaning from the feel of my mouth on his collar bone, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started tugging.  

“This can go,” he said as I straightened letting him lift my shirt up over my head and arms, tossing it onto the floor.

His blue eyes scanned down my front, clearly adoring the features of my body. God, I needed him. Every part of him. He made me feel so beautiful.

Not waiting any longer, I dropped forward, pressing my breasts against his smooth broad chest, the sensation making me squirm. His mouth was hungry and when I brought my lips back to his, he held the sides of my face, devouring me, kissing with an edge of arousal that only stoked the fire between us.

Rolling my hips, I rubbed my tingling core along the length of his hardness causing him to hiss against my lips. Rocking upwards, he growled, the vibration rumbling up into my chest. Without breaking our mouths apart, I lifted and reached down between us grabbing the base of his cock and lined the tip up with my slick entrance. Gradually lowering down, his thickness and length spread my walls, pushing up to the back of my womb. Christ, it felt right, and we moaned into each other’s mouths.

As if sensing what he needed, I lifted, allowing him to rock up into me, slowly, languidly, driving his cock in and out. Breaking his mouth from mine, he closed his eyes, seeming to savour the feel of his steady strokes.

“Fuck,” I breathed, tipping my face up, my chin resting on his cheek.

Bending his legs, he dug his heels into the mattress and continued slowly pumping, every inch of his gorgeous cock, grating my sensitive insides. There was no roughness, no race, just slow rhythmic movements.

“My love,” I murmured, tilting my mouth toward his ear. “Just like that.”

“I know what you need,” he whispered sweetly, his hands running up and down my back.

“You do,” I closed my eyes knowing there was no truer an answer.

Over the months of living together, his touch and love-making had changed. There was an ease to it now. A contentment. His kisses were softer, more appreciating. Gone was the frenzied claiming and possessive handling from before. He loved with this new sense of trust, knowing that he truly held my heart.

His movements picked up speed, his hands sliding down to the cheeks of my ass. Gripping, he pulled me harder against him, spreading my bottom apart, the cool air hitting the back of my wetness as his shaft slid in and out. Squeezing harder, his hips began to snap against me, forcing me to curl my hips digging my front into the bone above his cock.

“I love you so much,” he murmured with shaky breath as he pressed his face into my throat, his breath hot on my skin.

“God,” I whined, feeling my stomach begin to tighten, my clit itching for more friction, my insides aching for the next thrusts. “I’ve got to move,” I cried as I straightened upright, plunging down hard onto him, driving him deep inside.

Leaning my hands on his chest, I rutted fast, my eyes squeezing shut, knowing I was seconds away from breaking.

“Do it, baby,” he urged, tilting his pelvis up, clutching my hips hard, guiding me back and forth. Reaching up he cupped and kneaded my breasts, my nipples sharp and sensitive, the skin on my chest and back rising in goosebumps.  “Yeah, do it. Ride me,” he urged in a growl, “Cum, baby. I want your sweetness all over me. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Small whimpers escaped us both as our bodies' need for the other took over. Rutting, fingers clawing, he tilted forward licking and sucking my nipples and every part of my flesh he could reach. The sensations were intoxicating, charged with devotion and need.

“Ivar,” I cried, my head dropping back. “Ivar!” I whined again as my orgasm hit, my walls clamping around him as I compulsively ground down, grinding my clit, the head of his cock stroking back and forth inside. My pussy thrummed, tightening on his shaft, my thighs trembled, and my upper body began to shake.

Grabbing me by the arms, he yanked me down to his chest and began pounding up from below. Our lips connected roughly, and we panted against each others’ mouths. His hands bracing my body as his hips relentlessly drove up into me feeling intense and electric. My orgasm rolled on, throbbing and quaking around him, his rocking pressing perfectly on my front. My breath was ragged as he grunted wildly with each thrust.

“I’m gonna fill your pussy baby. RIGHT. NOW.” Gritting his teeth, he drove up one last time, growling louder than I had ever heard and emptied his seed inside. Pumping slowly a few more times, he shivered before slowing his movements to a stop

Slumping, his head flopped back to the pillow, his legs flattened to the mattress as he sighed with sweet exhaustion. Resting my face against the side of his neck, I gripped his body like a sloth, nearly giggling at the feeling of our juices working their way out.

“My love,” I whispered feeling grateful for everything we had endured to reach this very moment, believing there wasn’t a thing that could ever tear us apart.

“Me sweet,” he whispered back, pressing his lips to my temple, nuzzling his face into my hair. I had never felt so loved or so excited about the future.

----

*Ringing*

Rushing back to my bag on the wooden table, I picked up my phone not checking the ID, assuming it was Ivar calling to wish me luck. Bringing it to my ear, I glanced back at the directors sitting on the far side of the room, chatting with the visiting man and woman. Both were impeccably dressed and looked like they fed on bowls of talent for breakfast. God, Paris must be fierce.  

“Hello.”

“Ms. Pearson?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Ida from The Oslo Medical Clinic.”

“Yes?” I tried to not sound impatient.  

“The doctor has asked that you make an appointment to come in, as soon as can. Not to panic you but something has come up with the results of your pap screen.”

“Oh! That’s okay, don’t worry.” Turning back, I again checked the chatting guests sitting to the side of the dance floor. “All the women in my family have funny tissue. It often comes back as suspicious but it’s always fine.”

“Sarah, the doctor would like to see you. Can you come today?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I just don’t have time this week. I’ll call after the weekend and maybe set something up.”

“Ms. Pearson, your pregnancy test came back positive.”

“Ah, there’s been an error. I didn’t take a pregnancy test.” The pianist entered, catching my eye, heading for the piano. “Sorry, I really need to go.”

“Sarah, we dipped your urine. It’s part of the standard check-up. You are pregnant. I dislike discussing this over the phone. Can you please come in after work?”

“What?”

What! I screamed in my head. This can’t be real.

“Sarah? Ms. Pearson?”

“I can come at 5. Will anyone be there at 5?”

“Yes dear, see you then.”

How did this happen, I asked myself, tossing my phone back into my bag? I had only ever had spotting while with Ivar. God! Pins and needles began to spread across the skin of my face and I instantly felt cold. I couldn’t think about this now. I had to dance. I had to dance for Paris.

——

Unlocking the door that night, I walked in with a white paper bag in hand given to me by the doctor at the clinic. Inside, were details on nutrition, a list of OBGYN’s in the city, a sample bottle of prenatal vitamins and a dark purple pamphlet titled, Unexpected Pregnancy - Now What?

Literally, like a fool, I had sat in front of the doctor and at age twenty-seven, cried, asking how this happened. The poor woman, no wonder she included the pamphlet.  

Now, frozen like a statue in the front entrance, I listened to Ivar’s cane clicking toward me from the kitchen.

“So?”

Bobbing around the corner, I could tell by his pinched face that under his excitement he was annoyed I hadn’t returned any of his texts.

“I got an offer,” I said in a voice completely void of emotion. “Paris. Starting in four weeks. Decent money. Everything.” I sounded like a fucking robot.

“That’s great!” Smiling, he straightened, but his brows furrowed as he looked at me.  Scratching behind his ear with his thumb, he dropped his head to one side. “Isn’t it?” 

“And... I’m pregnant.”

I have never seen a person’s eyes grow that large in my life. His head shot back like he’d been punched in the face. Dropping his gaze, he first looked down in the direction of my non-existent stomach, hidden by my oversized coat, then glanced over to the white bag in my hand.

“Is it for sure or…” he stopped, staring, frozen like I felt.

“The doctor’s office apparently checks as part of a regular screening and they called me today. I went there on my way home and... I definitely am.

“But I thought…”

“I guess… I don’t know anything.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” I whispered, my eyes lowering to look at the rug on the entrance tile floor.

“Are you...okay?” His voice was quiet. Unreadable.

I could only shrug. I didn’t know. I felt so disconnected.

“Let’s sit down.” Without waiting, he turned and moved in the direction of the living room, glancing back to see that I was coming.

Side by side we sat, me in my coat, the white bag still in my hand, neither of us saying a thing. He was silent. I was silent and it was starting to get dark. We must be broken, I thought, screwed up by our families. This isn’t how normal people react. Glancing over at him, I quickly looked away, staring at the fireplace and vase of silk peonies on the mantle.  

“Paris…. I can’t dance pregnant,” I exhaled, my breath sounding shaky.  

It wouldn’t wait. How long until I could return after having a baby? How much time would I be out? Oh right! You fucking idiot, I blasted myself. I wouldn’t just be pregnant and then return to my life after giving birth. There would be a whole human at the end of it. What would I do with a human? I was potentially going to be a mom at twenty-seven and I still felt like a child! Yes, I knew tons of people younger than me with kids but…. that was them. Paris. It was my dream. My life’s passion. I was so close. Not even close, I was there. I would be trying to get back into prime condition, training eight hours a day with a baby and still likely never be given another shot. My mother! My poor mother. Is this what she was faced with? Would I too resent my own child?

Jolted from my thoughts, Ivar straightened his cane with his hand and pushed himself up from the couch. Without a word or a second look, he walked toward the kitchen.

“Ivar?”

“I can’t be here right now.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving.”

“What! We haven’t even talked. What are you doing?”

“Sarah,” he spun around, his eyes strange. “I can’t...” shaking his head as if baffled, he squinted at me. “You don’t fucking get it. I can’t be around you right now.”

My mouth dropped. I was gobsmacked. Grabbing his phone from the bar, he walked straight out the front door, closing it behind. Gone. Just left me alone, upset and..... pregnant.

---

9 pm came and went. 11 pm, midnight, nothing. No call, no response to my texts or voice mails. My emotions ranged from angry and confused to hurt but mostly worried. Where was my Ivar and what was going on in that head of his? Is this what I had put him through all those maniacal weeks leading up to the start of the season? Christ.

The room was too quiet, and I felt like I had been in a car wreck. Exhausted, sore and strangely crampy but perhaps that was in my head.

At 1:30 am, I had to sleep. I didn’t know where he was or what was going on, but I had to stop my mind from spiraling. All the possibilities filtering through. Wondering if he was afraid that his condition might pass on. Was he upset that I may have misled him about my period? I believed in my heart that he loved me but perhaps he just didn’t want a child with me.

Having to be at the theatre for 7:30 am, I turned off the light. Obviously, he wasn’t going to respond. Closing my eyes, the first tear slipped out from under my lids. I must have been too confused or in shock earlier but now I couldn’t stop crying. Were we over? Was he done?

In seven months, I had not once slept a night without him and here I was, a single knocked up ballerina, just as my mother had been. Perhaps, given everything… maybe my mom had done her best.

It felt like five minutes later but glancing at the clock as I reached for my ringing phone, I saw that it was just after 5 am. The room was still shaded, and it appeared I hadn’t moved an inch in my sleep.

“Hello.”

“Sarah”

It wasn’t him. Why wasn’t it him?

“Yes.”

“Its Ubbe.”

“Hi.”

“Look, Ivar’s fucked up.”

“We both are but I didn’t walk out.” My venom shot out before I could stop it.  

“Yeah, I get it. Well, you know what I mean, but listen, he’s in bad shape. He’s finally fallen asleep upstairs.”

“I don’t know what to say Ubbe. This is really messed up.”

“Sarah! Fuck, you’ve got to give him a chance to explain everything. When Ivar turns to his big brother, you know its serious. Please, just come and talk to him. Let him sleep a few hours but he needs you.”

“I have to be at work this morning. Umm... tell him, I’ll be home for 5 pm.

“Work?”

“Yes,” I answered defensively.

“Okay,” he sighed.

What did Ubbe know about my life?

“I’ll make sure he’s home at your place for 5.”

“Okay.”

----

Ubbe was right. Rounding the dining room table to take a chair adjacent to Ivar, it hit me in the guts how aweful he looked. Pale, sweaty, dark circles around his eyes with an expression like he’d been staring at a fuzzy tv screen for a week.

“Hi,” I whispered sitting down, awkwardly pushing the chair out to give myself more room. This was all so strange.

“Hi,” he nodded, his eyes jumping down to his hands fiddling with a pen on the table.

Had he been writing me a note? There was no paper there. Home early, had I surprised him halfway through a goodbye letter?

“You’re off early.” Clearing his throat, he attempted to…. I don't know, make small talk. This was uncomfortable.

“I called in sick today.”

“Are you sick?” His eye flashing back to mine.

“No. Well, I’m tired.”

“Where have been? I got home a couple of hours ago.”

“I don’t know. No where. Everywhere. I rode the bus for a couple of hours.”

Frowning, he continued to look at me.

“Ate a falafel on a bench in a park. Watched seagulls. I don’t know,” I shook my head.

Nodding, he looked down into his lap and I knew he had been on his own journey the past however many hours.

Lifting a small black velvet box, he placed it on the table between us. There was no doubt in my mind as to what was inside. I wanted to cry. My sweetheart looked so broken.

“You don’t need to purpose to me because of this?” I said in my most gentle voice.

“Nope.” Shaking his head, his eyes stared at the box. “This has nothing to do with that.”

“Did you go out and buy it today?” I wanted to reach over and grab his hand or sit in his lap and hug him. Ease whatever was going on in his head but the look of determination on his face stopped me. “Ivar, I think you are upset and…”

“No, Sarah,” tipping his head forward, he silently asked me to listen. “I,” he cleared his throat and I could see his emotions building. He looked down at the box. “I bought this ring three weeks after I met you. Just after we got together.” Looking up, his tears spilled down his cheeks and my eyes instantly began to water. Swallowing, he cleared his throat, quickly brushing his eyes dry with the back of his hand.

“I… fuck,” he swore under his breath, clearing his throat again. “I have always known I wanted to be with you. No matter what. You’re it for me and I know you aren’t traditional and don’t believe in marriage or whatever, but I am giving this ring to you. You can wear it on your finger, or a necklace, even throw it in a drawer, that’s up to you. What I want you to know is that I’m all in. Whatever you decide.” Clearing his throat, he nearly choked, more tears spilling over the rim of his eyes, “And…that I love you.”

And I loved him. I had loved him since the start, but I had never loved him more than I did at this moment. Beneath the table, my hands gripped together, my nail dug into the inside of my thumb as I struggle not to reach for him. My touch would have burst him wide open.

“I couldn’t be around you last night,” he continued. “No matter what I would have said, I would have fucked everything up.”

Dropping my head to the side, I scrunched my forehead, not understanding.

“I couldn’t show you how happy I was because I was terrified that this baby, our baby, meant that you would have to walk away from your dreams. From Paris. The whole thing and I nearly lost you over that before. I want a baby with you so badly, I could,” he shook his head, “scream. But I know that I can’t ask you to give up your life....” his voice cracked and he stopped and took a deep breath. “And I couldn’t,” he closed his eyes and I could see the agony in his face. “I could not stay here if there was a possibility that you were going to tell me that you weren’t....going through with the pregnancy.”

That was it. My tears fell. Thick and hot like lava down my face.

Reaching forward, I pulled the black box, sliding it closer to me. Popping it open, I wasn’t surprised in the least. It was perfect. Gorgeous. The quintessential engagement ring. A massive diamond, prong-set, brilliant cut, with a simple white gold band. It was stunning.

I took a deep breath. “I walked around all day today by myself. Before you, I had always been on my own. So, I had this picture, this clear picture in my mind of who I was and what I wanted for myself. I want to dance, Ivar. I am a dancer.”

Glancing up, I saw his eyes were closed, his jaw tight.

“Ivar,” he opened his eyes and looked at me. The guarded look of the man I first met was back, his body tight, his shoulders tense. “I am a dancer and I will not, cannot, give that up and so I won't.” Leaving the ring box, I finally reached out and grabbed his hand. “But I won’t give you or this baby up either. Not a chance.”

Blowing air out his mouth, his eyes flashed wide.

“Yeah,” I nodded, knowing he needed more assurance.

“We are doing this?” he leaned toward me, his eyes large and hopeful.

“Yes, Ivar. We are doing this,” I smiled, the tears blurring my sight, “and I’m not going to marry you, but I will wear your beautiful ring. Proudly.”

“Sarah, I fucking love you.”

Both pushing back our chairs, we rose at the same time, rushing into an embrace. His large, strong arms wrapped around me; my face pressed into his chest where it belonged.

“I love you so much, Ivar.”

Tipping my head up, he kissed me and kissed me, pulling his hands back to reach up and cup my face.  

“Come,” he took my hand pulling me from the dining room. “Lie with me, okay? I need to feel you beside me after last night... and I barely slept. I want to make love to you and then sleep.” Stopping he glanced back, his expression looking worried. “Carefully. We’ll do it carefully.”

Snorting, I laughed at his earnest face. “Ivar, I can have sex.”

“No more on top though. That can’t be safe. I read half the goddamn internet on pregnancy last night. I can’t remember what it said about sex on top.”

Here is comes, I thought, he’s going to manage and research every detail during this entire pregnancy.

Turning back again, he drew his eyebrows together. “No more sushi or coffee.”

“Please!” I scoffed.

“Nope,” he shook his head. “No soft cheeses or long hot baths either. Nothing that could harm the baby. That’s my child inside of you Sarah. Shit,” he stopped, scanning the walls of the hall, “Maybe we should buy a house...,” he seemed to be talking more to himself.

Smiling, with my heart full of love, my mind swirling with questions about the future, I followed him to our bed.

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Had I given up on my dream? Possibility. I think my dream changed though. I realized it that day sitting watching families in the park, playing, kids racing back to their moms or dads with a daisy, calling to be watched going down the slide. Yes, dancing in Paris would have been amazing, but what could possibly be more fulfilling than that. Us. A family together. I had sacrificed so much for ballet, but I would not sacrifice them.

After Alice was born, I stayed home and when she turned a year, I took a chorus position dancing again with the company.  I was never away from her longer than four hours at a time and it was only three days a week. Not that Ivar ever put her down long enough for me to get my hands on her. I was even worried she’d be late to walk because of how much he carried her. I would joke that since her arrival, I was purely the maid.  

He was a good dad. A great one. Hands-on, doing it all. Buying far too many pairs of shoes. She was two years old now, fierce and sharp as tac with more pairs of shoes than I had owned in my entire life. That was the problem with leaving her with her father while I was dancing. She got anything she wanted. He’d say, “But she wanted them. How can I deny her? And their patten, Sarah. Red patten.”

Sure, I had moments where I felt the loss of what could have been watching Nicole dancing lead. But nothing, absolutely nothing beat walking in after a performance to a dark apartment, stepping over various toys and books and finding Ivar and Alice cuddled up in bed, a wall of pillows built along the side where I would slip in. Yeah, nothing beat that. This was my dream. This life. The three of us together.

“Hi,” he whispered, lifting his head, as I settled into the eight inches of room left in the bed.

“Hi.”

“How did it go?”

“Good.”

His eyes held mine for a moment. “Just good?”

I laughed.

“Shhh,” he hushed. “Don’t you dare wake up my daughter.”

Rolling my eyes, I smiled back settling into the pillow, Ivar’s face just visible above Alice’s wild blonde hair.

I shrugged, “I might be ready to leave the theatre.”

Surprised, he lifted his brows but waited for me to continue.

“They’ve been great these last months but...I think it’s time. I had to go back for a while to see what it was like but, I’m missing out on so much here. I hate not having supper with you guys on show nights and not kissing her goodnight.

“I know babe, but we do okay.”

“I know you do but I’ve been thinking about teaching again. Making my own schedule.”

“Didn’t that little place close?”

“It did but what do you think about the sound of The Pearson School of Dance?”

“Oh!” he smiled, “you have been thinking about this.”

“Yeah, here and there. She won’t be little forever and what if we have a second?”

“True,” he grinned, his eyes gleaming.

“So, what do you think?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah,” I lifted up, resting on my elbow.

“I like the sound of The Lothbrok School of Dance better?”

Glancing down, I looked at Alice. Her sweet cherub face and her puffy upper lip swooping out from under her little nose. God, she looked peaceful when she slept.

Smiling, I looked back up. “Okay.”

“Okay? Yeah?”

“Let’s do it.”

“The school?”

“All of it. I want to be a Lothbrok too.”

Lifting his head off the pillow, he squinted his eyes. “You’ll marry me?”

“Yes.”

Smiling, he reached his hand out and I grabbed on, awkwardly holding it above our sprawled out toddler.

“Want to meet me on the couch and talk about it?” He bit his lip, his eyes sparkling with his smile.

Laughing lightly, I squeezed his hand. “You mean, meet on the couch and start on baby number two?”

“Fuck yeah, sounds amazing.”

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