#alex hogh andersen one shot

[dream-this-nightmare-over]

Kit Harington imagine part 2

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Friend from seven seas away and seven summers ago visited to return my pin and remind me why our love will never die

He came one day in january or was it december

I dont know. I dont count my mistakes anymore

He came with cold bite northern clutch

He came to wish me merry christmas

But we both knew he was carrying velvet box that became part of his every pocket

He still looks for me in crowds and next to him when lonliness hits, he upturned entire garden and smashed all mirrors in home that is more sanctuary than paradise, but still he hasnt found origin nor end of his anger carved in plaster of fustration peeling layers funny how once it finds soil you can never get to the bottom of it despite being the host. You feed your insanity because it keeps you from losing it all together, madness is not product; its perpetuer that gave name to reaction of defying to succumb to ilogic in matrix, bear the name of enemy trick to outcast the unwanted in system more easily. Am i being too harsh? Who would love me with mindset that sees fire under snow, enemies in parents, friends in taken, home in forest, liberation in thunder, imagination as only religion that can deliver, rhymes as confessions of unspoken sacred poem why you cant see vials are not only way to bleed the person and leave a heart dry cooled off skeletonial construction a churred hull nothing can grow from no one to call it a home. I am exiled from my own heart. ( i listened to others too much and wrote not enough lock picks to get me out of prison my mind fortified around who i am. who are we? Slimy grey liquer they pick apart under microscope or etheral reflection of stars? I have to be more than this materalisation of doomed for failure)

He had big fireplace. We used to sit there on thick plush carpet pondering over meaning of it all. Him drinking, me watching his throat move with every gulp, high on sadness. Mind you, i didnt know david yet, nor his metaphorical perfection eclipsed my every romance thought. Kit was everything i wasnt, yet my stream of conscious always met his; i watched him with adoration that comes when you are exposed to art for the first time. I went to museums before, but I was never allowed this close. Sometimes we would be joined by other fallen fellows. And we would drink for all the lovers who will never return affection for pain of loving them in silence. No one ever cared for my heart enough to show me love can be burden divided. Meeting them, showed me happy endings live on screen and in pages that dont spill in reality that is same losing sanity game for most people. Only reason there wasnt shortage of bandages, was because we were all liars, inheriteted strategies, hiding the wound smilling while bleeding, sooner die than let someoe see. But he saw me.

My best friend alex was dead for some time when my first friend came to our northern town. It was seventeenth day of christmas, harbour cafe bars were adorned in fairy lights, carols were mixing with generic mandatory christmas pop songs down the street, cinamon and clover drifting from patiseries on corners, ships and gullys christms trees wraped at bottom with blanket of frozen sea that will keep them stuck here in this fairytale wilderness till spring awakens with yawn that will run cracks along sleeping hardened earth and everybody will throw away their coats elsewhere in the world but not here, here cold lives with us, in cracks on pavement and drinks served with mittens.

He wonders if thats all thats left of me, if i took it little to literelly, to settle in place and make it home, lose yourself so they like you or go where they are like you.

I never told him about alex. He heard i moved on replaced our love with new friends, and i still dont know if i broke his heart when he told me to move on and i didnt fight for him to stay, he told me to be happy to find another crowd and i let him go like he didnt teach me meaning of patient love.

He was wrong. I didnt become cold. It claimed me before we parted ways. But my past is now under frozen slates of harbour and i would do everything so spring never comes; my past is burried in grave in forest that still sings hymes to my crimes; my past is more me than i am me today. I am ruthless wind he leaves windows open when blowing, because he likes the sound of things shattering, it muffles the wails of his heart that lies in pieces; i am words my father is horrified to hear and in his ignorance that he graces me with calls them bullshit, while i pour my heart out of every truth because lies have pulled the rope too tight around my throat around my mind around my heart i am running in circles so i write write write get it all out hoping one day words will get me out of my head and into sunlight that wont hurt; i am my enemy and i hate both of them.

He was in jacket and his curls were wild and untamed. We met in the middle of the street, greeting with usual teasing like no time has passed at all. Even then i knew time didnt steer him right into my path by pure coincadance. I was mad, you see. My mind tortured by reality it didnt recognize as authority over its wandering nature that seized every moment to escape in carefully created daydream retreat that had its foundations planted on drive home from party where boy with curls another kid that didnt believe anymore in happy endings, got so wasted that he never again remembered how he changed my life with just one conversation.

He had his demons. And i was getting familiar with knowledge they come in various shapes, and that no one escapes their acquantace; he tried to drown them. I never fully understood depth of misery that can carve a home in every surface underneath skin, settle there and dig further into essence of your being, with every hit more desperate to get to the heart where child hides, until alex died and i was left with his and mine demons and they were one and the same; where kit was my tragic counterpart whose sadness and anger matched mine if not in level of poisoning yet, in lonliness we exiled ourselves when we realised we are becoming poison ourselves; alex was romantic notion life can get better if you surround yourself with people who are in sync with your heart, who know not to leave you alone when you withdraw.

Kit knew when i needed silence; but alex knew i needed life too.

He said i left my pin at his place all those years ago and that he thought i should have it back. Or he just needed excuse to see me. He could've gone further north and see polar lights if he needed to feel me.

"i am not going up there again. Besides, you arent spirit yet."

Yet, i bet i haunt his dreams neverthless.

I turn my attention to golden pin i started turning over in my hand, inspecting siides like its not memento i used to keep on a bedside cupboard for years, just so I don't have to meet his teddy bear gaze. I cant afford to go back there. Cheap prop replica from some book series popular while i was still in school. More than a fandom triffle.

Relic of hope.

He carries shadow in his pockets, i have then too many to tell when one leaves me. Is love I stomped out under northern lights, somewhere out there or still in us?

He closed my fingers over it with his and held them there then pulled me in bearhug. He still smells like home.

We walked around town, christmas market and tivoli lights, shoulders brushing, pin heavy in pocket of my coat, Christmas carols and cinnamon in air, I don't remember he ever came to visit me back in day when I was just designated driver and he was the cool kid who befriended me.

II.

"Can i stay with you?" I whisper.

"Always" cookies are brittle i can hear him chewing on bite. Box between us is almost empty. I can see blades of grass underneath plastic bottom.

"I-" I have no where else to go.

"I know."

Ofc he does.

Past remembers its scars.

Your pain recognizes mine

"I left all my words with you"

"I came to remind you that words arent expendable goods."

Now he is talking funny. Like we arent living in the same world. "Words arent goods. No one wants to trade with them anymore."

"You call yourself ruthless. Be imposer, make them obey new rules."

"Its too late for revolutions"

"Its never too late for new ideas"

"I dont want to wait till I am one step from grave to make my name; i want to enjoy my fame. I want to enjoy life, is that too much human asks for on only planet it can survive?"

"Maybe there is reason why no other bio system wants us"

"Do you think they are so inhospitable because we lived on all those places already and ruined them like we are doing to earth, but cant remember for some reason?"

He turns all the way on his side to look at me. We are laying in patch of meadow left behind alex's old house now empty but for couple of bird nests under roof and broken windows, shards of remaining glass like jaws standing on guard clinging on frame warning signs little too late.

yesterday there were six teeth in downstair frame now there are four, three on porch where there were five two nights ago, none left in doors. I count every change knowing damn well nothing will change. But birds built a nest, badger was on windowsill couple of days ago, and branches started to enter thtough upstairs bedroom window that used to be his sister's.

Will his family ever call again? Will they ever know it ruined me to lose him? Will i ever grow bigger than my pain, or kit's tangable grief for my tragedies i make myself go through just to feel something, for who i used to be and who i have become, grief i feel is treathning to spill but he keeps it to himself for my sake, because there is box in his pocket that i cursed, coffin will rot, diamonds are forever, i should have known before i created his burden; will his grief be echo i will never outrun, only partner in crime, whisper mocking my shadow even in darkest places, forever would take to dismantle the pity behind the mask and they would still bring it up in eulogy to kill me one last time; Is grief only kind of tree that will ever surrand me in any forest i run to; i want to pin him to ground catch him off guard hit him until i beat that pity out of his warm brownies and melted choclated chip eyes that were never supposed to be found by prophectic lies my demons spread around, they were never supposed to locate that corner of my mind, my sadness was never supposed to grow bigger than his, he was the one who was supposed to save me when tide got too rough pull me out bring me back with his breath in my lungs, not show up from nowhere one ordinary winter afternoon after no call for years, ghost of christmas except this is the season i love the most, and he came to take away my fairy lights too early, he showed up like some king of north in black tight jeans and black jacket and black curls glistening on icy sun that puts jewels in his eyes, to tell me he is cutting the tie, all wrapped in his sad puppy smirk a charm i ripped away ftom my bracelet and now he is paying me back for thinking i can just kill part of myself without holding a funeral and writing an eulogy worth a dime or two or seven, no one will understsnd i want to tell him no one was there but he thrusts my pin in my hand and choice of words takes me back when he made love to me in one of alternative endings i created by sheer power of will to banish his pieces scatter our sin so he can never again haunt me in all his glory, dreams devoid of his warmth, imposed detachment, and did i save my sanity? I found new faces to finish me, argubly they took up where he leff off, for he loved me too much to ruin me when there was still enough hope i could become something more; all the names that took his place at table, gave me fairytales and adventures he never belived in, respite i needed, my indulgment was my ruination for i lost the grip on anything real, to run away from sorrowful conversations, to dance at parties and be crowned as kings and queens of town of my dreams, but he put himself back together to remind me everything needs to be immortalised in reality if i wish to stay hidden in my mind.

"Your mind is gold pot. Exploit the depths and wonders of your mine. "

"i am trying. Is that why you came? To guilt trip me?"

Of course he lays claim on my royalties. He created me, my madness, this frantic writing that never meets ending, all the ideas and pieces of conversations burried in piles of notes that mount to nothing because my mind is wounded animal running from society on too many places in same time, standing in front of his doors walking away letting myself in after he leaves i lay on carpet he changed nothing room is cold memories are charred coal in fireplace i just want his skin on mine as close as it gets i dont want to be myself make me forget i am real.

"I dont know where you are going with this" crow flew over us, it didn't even screech and I wondered what we look like to her; two bodies sprawled in grass, admiring sky, two skeletons with beating heart and tummies full of cookies and gummy bears, two humans: too big of a bite or not worth the bother?

"You got rusted"

He never misses the beat. "You havent used me in a while"

"There were others"

"You need to stop. This convo has run its course"

"I cant. i promised myself i will finish this tonight"

"Who am i if i dont write?"

He echoes my thoughts then settles with arm under his head staring back at stars above that dont care if we make it or die in sleepy towns working dead end jobs just to get money that will never be enough to pay for a new life somewhere far away where dreams lead the way.

Sky got painted over and stars vanished from outline.

"I am scared kit."

"We all are, kid"

"You wanted to shag me. I am not kid"

"I wanted to marry you too"

"They are all kids, those boys i imagine to help myself fall asleep. They never know me"

"Do you know yourself?"

"Does anyone?"

"Pondering over existential questions is surely not going to clear the picture"

I lost my best friend, kit! I want to scream in his stupid smug face. I want to know why! Not everyrhing is about you having superiror insight to backstage of all the revelations just so you can call quits on all your emotions you dont want to face and call them all bs because you are just as immuture as me and you wish happy endings exist but you prefer to live in pain because you are afraid of change and everyone is loser to you if they care because you kit, you are afraid to love and let yourself feel smth unless you know you can win!

Hello, i am your mirror. Glad we got here finally.

Car ride candies left on seat liquor in veins neon road you kissed me dont you remember we caught a taste of happy ending for passing second devoured by time, am I selfish for calling you out or you are for coming back around just when I thought I was getting better?

"I am scared there will come a day when you wont come right away"

"Past never forgets"

"But humans do"

"I am not real, y/n"

"I am talking about myself"

"Your dreams are entangled with thought of me; i have showed you how it can be, you cant forget what makes your soul alive"

I play with pin in my hand, caress the outlines, ridges and edges, my fingers remember the pattern the hope the comfort

But i dont feel the spark

World is as it is

Empty without my friend

"Here you can have it", i hold the golden thing in air between us. I see top of trees through tarnished circlet, i see myself flying away carried by the winds that tell me of my friend's last words, i see releasing those in my head, i see saving everyone left, i see peace clearer than ever.

"It kept me safe, now is your turn"

Save me i think the world is slipping from underneath me

Why does everything new feels like end of world, tell me i can bring myself with me wherever i go tell me i dont have to leave myself behind tell me its one thing that never changes tell me i can carry myself along until i become the most free version of myself tell me my life is not over yet tell me i am not dead just because things change tell me its just a start tell me i will get out eventually tell me you will be there on both sides.

He takes my head between his palms like he always did, and places a kiss on my forehead, and as i am falling into him for the last time, i find it funny how body remembers what heart had to kill to stop thinking about, shooting all the stars from the sky to put what it wants the most on the furthest shelf away from itself, my beautiful love will my heart when it hears yours finally know answer to why when the path is right, it gets twisted and complicated why then monsters wake up and forest gets dark?

He holds me and we stay that way while world is crying out its last but we know too much by now to help and prolong its death; let it go to sleep, let us be at peace, with new dawn maybe some better world will be born. (in which i will be more than dissapointment)

He knows i cant hurt him, he knew it will take me this long to write it all down, he knows he can come back anytime, he knows my mind is too far gone for anyone to find me....so he lets me go at last.

When the first drop of rain hits his lips, he says "amen (go in peace)."

[ijustwant2write]

ijustwant2write Vikings Masterlist:

Cast Imagines:

I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader

Rumours-Alexander Ludwig

Ivar Ragnarsson:

It Wasn’t You / Part 2

A Short Temper

Too Close

Lost In Love

A Typical Love Story

Obsessed

The Benefits of Friendship

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Perfect Match

All Because of a Tantrum (Sigurd x Reader x Ivar)

Hvitserk Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Just Confess

I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2

I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3

An Unforeseen Future / Part 2 / Part 3

Certain Affairs

Rest Beside Me

Ubbe Ragnarsson:

Gentle Viking

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

A Real Farmer

You Look At Me Differently Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sigurd Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

All Because of a Tantrum (Sigurd x Reader x Ivar)

Bjorn Ironside:

Useless Excuses

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Missing Piece

Ragnar Lothbrok:

Friends Till The End

The Funny Foreigners

A Strange Bond

Halfdan The Black:

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

Vague Memories

Just Be Gentle

Dark Things

I Am Not Small

I’ll Be There To Save You

The Quiet One Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Harald Finehair:

The Carpenter

Margrethe:

Sticking Together

[aaalllice]

a vacation to become more? (pt.1) - Alex Høgh Andersen

This is my first time i’m doing this so it may not be good 

(oh and english is not my first language, do not hesitate to tell me my fault)

 Warning : sex mentions (soft), friendly Alex but a little bastard

pt.2    pt.3  pt.4

good reading

 gif : @therealcalicali

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Today was my first day of vacation but also and especially the day i take the plane to Danemark, to see my long-time friend Alex !

It’s been a long time since i’ve seen him.

For my holidays i wanted to leave, get out of my country, discover new things, so when he sent me a message for my birthday, i even since couldn’t stop thinking about Denmark. 

When i asked him if i can come, he jumped around.

My sister will come later, i told him, and that i really didn’t want to bother and that i’d take a hotel for her and me.                                                                                i didn’t want to disturb him but he insisted that i come to his house, then i’ve accepted.

She planned the whole road trip, but I didn't know I would be going alone a week earlier , so i were a little stressed, i didn’t speak Danish and i don’t set up enough for this trip but it’s too late.

On the plane i stressed out even more, what if i don’t find my way out, and if they don’t let me out of the airport, for whatever reason.

It’s okay, the landing was good, i was in a coffee shop to decompress before leaving the airport, i looked at my phone, it was still in airplane mode, once in 5G, i saw that i have several messages.

Sister: Did you leave? Can’t wait to join you!!! Call me when you get there I can’t find the salt where is it !?

i looked up, then answered  even if i don't know where i put the damn salt.

Alex also sent me messages and tried to call me.

Alex: If you want I’ll come get you so you don’t get lost and? Are you there? allo? ok you must be on the plane call me when you get there ok... I'll come

I feel stupid for not unlocking my phone earlier,   maybe he’s gone ?

i ran out to the only exit of the airport, in the distance i saw someone who looked like Alex. The boy had all the characteristics of Alex at least in my memory. Tall, wide shoulders, simply outfit but  class. i wasn’t close enough to see if he had blue eyes or even a mischievous smile.

Okay, i had 70% or 80% chance that it was him, gather all my courage i bypassed him while keeping my distance, to get back to him.                                I wanted to scare him, I came close, an inch away from him

And there, i do not know if it is the fault of the fatigue of my work added to the long flight or the excitement of the holidays and to see my friend again but i grab him by his arms and i screamed “DADDYYY!!!”

Alex was startled and some people turned around, i immediately regret my actions ,he laughed and he lifted me , i feel yourself flying maybe because it was comfortable or because he lift me off the ground. He put me down and greeted me , after 2 minutes of ordinary conversation (how it goes, good flight, your hair is growing, work…) we went out to get to his car , it was a pretty nice car I have to admit, we put my luggage in the trunk and he started the car. We talk about the landscape, the weather and nothing in particular. After 5 minutes of silence, it was not awkward but relaxing. The volume of the music was low, which adds to this quiet atmosphere.                                                                                                A red light, he slows down , the music on the radio had changed, it was more sensual (as if by chance)(Doja Cat style).                                              I quickly turn to him, he looks out the window, I decide to change the music, the car continues, he took my hand quickly and he took it off the radio. Alex put my hand with his on my thigh and look at me, he brings his head closer to mine, and says

“daddyyy” likes this song

He puts his hand back on the wheel with a smirk on his face, i turn to my window with a bright red face.

Some time later he parks in front of a  two-story house, even if it was summer it started to rain slightly. I turned around he had already taken my luggage, and He gently kicked my leg so I would start moving, I opened the door because he had his hands full. His house was charming but I think his mother must often pass by, in my memory Alex was not as manic, or even had passion for little objects and useless decoration . Anyway, while I was admiring his living room, he was already upstairs, and he called me "get your ass out of the living room." I joined him he had put my business in the corner of the room. The room was small with a low ceiling and  a window that looked onto the street,  in the back against the wall there was a "bed", which was really just big mattresses stalked one on the other.

I laughed, he looked at me and started laughing,

 (Alex) If you want to sleep in my room I’ll sleep on the sofa

(y/n) No, don’t worry, it looks comfortable

(Alex) My bed is much more; says with a perverse smile on his face

I hit him in the arm falsely piss off

(y/n) arrghh, s'il te plait arrête, cette chambre est parfaite

(Alex) as you want,... if you want my room you can have it and its owner with;  said he with the same perverse smile

(y/n) that’s the condition if I want to sleep in your bed ?

(Alex) yeah

he starts to tickle me, I have kept myself at the door frame not to fall so much I laugh

in a split second he carries me and by reflex (like a bitch why I do that?) I wrapped my legs around his waist and I’m almost sure to feel something hard, and before I realized what was going on he landed me in bed, and kissed me on the forehead and left, he turns around in the doorway and says

(Alex) rest you the flight a was long, you will need to be in shape

he winked at me followed by a smile full of implied and left to close the door lightly

How can I rest after this?

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To be continued

Song inspiration : Doja cat : Women ; Kiss me more                                                                           Clairo : Sofia

Aesthetic : just alex and you

I hope it was a good start, it was the first time I wrote a fanfic

not hesitate to tell me my faults , inconsistencies, in short everything good or bad.

I was a little inspired by @teeninpanic​

Tell me if you want more 

[imaginesmai]

Alex Hogh -Friends don’t love each other

Requested by anon, I hope you like it!

Plot: when feelings and sex are mixed, nothing good can come out of it. Alex and you have been doing it for a while, and the bubble if about to explode. 

Warnings: sex (that’s the only thing I write about lately or it’s just me?), rough smut TO THE POINT WHERE READER HAS TO ASK HIM TO STOP; don’t worry though, Alex is a cute baby and solves it all.

Alex kicked the door open with his foot, and pressed you back harshly into the wall of your living room. It took a few messy kisses and rushed words to make him close it again. The neighbours would be probably hearing from you anyway that night, but it was better if the door was closed. You smiled when his mouth was on you once more, his hands touching everything that was on their reach.

Finally, they settled on your wrists, and put them up until your arms were fully stretched and you couldn’t move. His grip was tight and unrelenting, sure to leave light bruises on your skin. Like those on your neck from your make out session on the pub fifteen minutes ago. You would have time in the morning for regrets.

You stared up at him with a glint of teasing and challenge in your eyes, attempting to win a battle that was already lost. Alex was angry, jealous and incredibly horny. And you loved that.

It wasn’t as if you were a couple. No, just two friends that hooked up almost every weekend when you went out with your friends. Always the same routine; making each other jealous, pissing two other people off because you had been flirting with them for nothing and fantastic jealous sex on your apartment.

The best kind was when it was you who flirted with another man. He got so, so mad that you had to stay all Sunday in bed because you couldn’t move. That was what had happened that night.

“You’re not gonna ask me if I want to invite you over for a drink?” you asked against his lips. The corners of his mouth turned up into his classic infuriating little smirk that had all the girls on his feet; you weren’t an exception.

“Shut up, Y/N.”

His light blue eyes glittered with a teasing mischief that drenched you with a mixture of anger and anticipation. One wild strand of hair had fallen off his perfect man bun, making him even more gorgeous. You tried to pull your arms free so you could put it back on its place, but he was far too strong. Two more tries and the knowing smile on his face let you know that he wasn’t going to allow that, so you whined and pouted.

His smile only widened as he watched you struggle against him, his perfect white teeth peaked out from behind his lips. A wave of heat rushed to your cheeks, and you fought to not let it show. Friends didn’t make each other blush. Alex slid his foot forward, slipping his knee between your legs to keep you still better, as he leaned into you.

“Tell me, were you having fun, peach?” he spat at you, jealousy lacing his words. You rolled your eyes at the nickname. Friends didn’t put each other nicknames, you had told him so many times, but he still called you that.

Alex’s face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your lips as he let out a small chuckle. He tilted his head to the side and brushed his lips against the skin of your neck.

“Not gonna answer now? You had plenty of words for that man. What was his name again? ‘Cunt’?”

“Kurt, his name was Kurt” you stopped talking when he pressed his parted lips to your neck for the tenth time that night, casing your breath to hitch in your throat. “Maybe I’ll call him. I bet he doesn’t have so much reservation in fucking me right.”

“Oh, peach” he put his face away and let out a sarcastic laugh. “You don’t know what you’ve signed yourself for the night.”

The stupid cute laugh that left his lips made you huff in annoyance. He shook his head and brushed his nose against yours. After another exasperated sigh, you bit your lip and struggled again, wanting to kiss those lips and take the control away form him.

Squeezing your thighs to alleviate the heat that was growing between your legs was useless, because Alex’s thigh was in between. He locked eyes with you and let your wrists free, keeping contact with your body as he slid his hands down to your hips.

Within two seconds, your arms were around his shoulders and pulling at his hair. Your lips locked once again, and you nipped at his; hard enough that he had to pull back slightly with a grunt, his eyes burning into you.

“You think you’re in charge?” his eyes were shinning with a flame that you had never seen before. However, you trusted him; and knew that the night was going to be marvellous.

While you looked at each other, your hips still grounded back an forth on his thigh, repeatedly. Jolts of pleasure shot through you each time your pussy made contact with it, and you weren’t sure you were going to last much longer. To be honest, you had been drenched since the moment Alex exited the pub with you hot on his heels, a poor excuse leaving both of your mouths.

There was no time for you to get to the bedroom, and soon you found yourself with your legs parted and jacket long gone, while Alex fumbled with the lock of his belt.

When he finished, he placed his hands on the small skin that showed from your top, and pulled you closer to him. His hand felt hot on your stomach as they slid up, taking the piece of cloth with them. He pulled the fabric over your head and tossed it the floor, where his trousers and sneakers laid in a pool. Alex let his eyes wander over your newly exposed skin, eyes settling on your chest. However, it was not the kind of look he used to give you. There was something more on his eyes, and you didn’t like a bit the small butterflies on your stomach. Friends didn’t stare at each other, they just fucked.

“Do I have to call Kurt? He might-“

He cut off your sentence with his lips, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip until you allowed him access. His hand cupped your cheek as he darted his tongue into your mouth, and you ignored the flutter of your heart when he did that.

One curious hand travelled down the curve of your neck, tracing your collarbone and descending to cup your right breast. Alex caressed your nipple softly and you arched into his touch.

“I don’t think you deserve this” he whispered against your lips, smiling when you let out a moan.

“Come on, I don’t want to play” you whined. “Just fuck me already.”

You didn’t wait for an answer and drove into his lips. Alex moaned against them when you pulled at his hair. Still, he set the pleasure aside, ignored the painful boner between his legs and took two steps back.

He narrowed his eyes at you, staring shamefully at the sight in front of him. Your hair was messy and the ponytail he had been pulling at when you had sucked him off in that bathroom was undone. Lips swollen and red from kissing and pulling, and cheeks with a faint pinkish colour. You had your front uncovered, your bare breasts rising and falling as you took in short ragged breaths.

The moment might had not seem romantic for anyone, as he was palming himself through his black boxers and you were asking him to fuck you. Still, it felt different from the other times you had fucked. For the both of you.

“Turn around” he muttered. Alex took your hand in his and pulled you up. You stumbled into his chest, but recovered quickly when his hand gripped your ass.

“W-What?”

“Turn around, bend over and pull your pants down, peach” he took another step backwards. “Come on, I don’t have all day. I’ve seen them faster.”

Your cheeks turned red for a different reason that night. You thought about the brunette that had been on his arms the week before, when he and Marco had been hanging out with two sisters. You had been so mad at him that you had left his back full of angry long red lines from your nails.

Lost in your thoughts and jealousy, you didn’t notice his annoyed eyes, only when he gripped your arm and pushed you against the table. It cracked under both of your weight, and was pushed a few inches forward when he pressed himself against your back. You felt his dick hitting your core, the only thing between them the thin layer of your panties and the stupid pants.

“Are you deaf, peach?” he growled against your ear. “Does that ‘Cunt’ have filled you with those stupid compliments?”

“Fuck you, Alex”

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you”

In a quick movement, your pants were on your ankles and your panties on your knees. Alex’s fingers brushed over you slick folds, but not where you needed them the most, making you squirm beneath him. You bucked anxiously your hips, as much as you could move them, under him as he dipped his fingers between your folds. The feather light contact with your lips was enough to make you moan.

“Damn, Y/N” he groaned as he swirled his fingers around in your juices, soft and needy whimpers leaving your lips. “You’re-You’re dripping. Is that for me? Or for that pathetic excuse of a man? Who has you this wet, peach?”

He slowly removed his hand, his eyes drifting from your face to your back. Alex got lost for a moment in the small moles and marks on it. Not so long ago, he had woken up after a night of rough sex with you; while you opened your eyes and woke up fully, he had counted every small detail of your back, and found it perfect. But friends don’t admire each other, so he kept his little discovery to himself. You were friends, friends who messed around with each other.

That was that.

So, he recovered quickly and pushed his boxers down. You quite literally begged him to fuck you already, yet he cut you with a hard slap on your ass.

“Shut up or I’m putting that mouth to a better use” he touched your lips with his hardness. “And you’re not going to cum then, alright peach?”

“Please, please, Alex” you cried out as he moved his length up and down your slit. “I-I, don’t tease me. Just-Please, fuck me.”

“That’s what you get for being a brat, Y/N” he put all of your hair on the hand that wasn’t holding your wrist and pulled your head back. “Do I have to remind you your words? About-“

“I’m sorry!” you snapped. “I’m-I’m, I didn’t-Just, Alex, please, I-“

The tip of his dick poised at your entrance, and with a hard thrust he pushed it into you. You let out a long and loud moan when you felt him filling you in a way only he could. His lips parted as if he was going to say something else, because, honestly, the moment was perfect for that. Alex clenched his jaw shut and shook his head, deciding against it; he was going to fuck you, you were going to make him leave and he would be in your house again the next day, repeating the routine. It was not worthy.

He pulled is hips back, agonizingly slow, until the tip of his dick was almost all the way out; then, slammed back into you in one harsh motion. He repeated the rhythm over and over again, each time pulling out almost completely and burying himself to the hilt. Each time, faster and faster. Each time, thinking about that man who had been monopolizing you the whole night.

Alex pounded into you while you cried out his name and begged him to go faster, his powerful hips bruising yours. The hand that was holding your wrists had also enough force to complete the bruising frame he had started there before. He was so focused on forgetting about the feelings he had been growing over you, that he didn’t notice how your walls clenched around him and how the time passed between the two of you.

“You like this, peach?” he said between short breaths against your ear. “You-damn, Y/N, you’re so fucking-yeah, difficult. You’re so-so complicated.”

The sweet whisper of your name that came after his words made you scream his to the top of your lungs as you crashed over the edge. Pleasure filled every nerved of your body and you swore you shook from the, probably, most powerful orgasm you had ever had.

But he didn’t notice.

You tried to tell him to slow down a bit, to give you a break. Understanding that he hadn’t finished yet, you decided to wait for a bit; until the ache between your legs made tears appear in your eyes. You called his name a few times as you felt the oxygen leaving your lungs, anxiety filling it instead.

If it was because of the pain or anxiety, you didn’t know, but you let out something similar to a sob. And he, of course, heard it.

“W-Wh-What?” he managed to say as he slowed down. Still, he didn’t pull out.

“I need-I-I can’t b-breath” you cried out. “Please, pl-please, just-t pull out”

Alex hadn’t done something as quickly as moving away from you. He had a terrified expression on his face, one you had only see him when something really bad had happened. Without his grip, you fell to the ground slowly and gripped your knees tightly, hiding your face between them.

He froze and opened his mouth as a fish out of the water, watching every shaky breath you tried to take; and his world came crashing down on him. You had done that before, much rougher and harder, and you both had been more than okay with it. Maybe that night was different, because you were facing things that you didn’t want to face. It felt different, and that suffocated you to a whole new level.

A huge wave of guilt hit Alex and in a second he was on the floor, his hands up without touching you. Finally, he put one of your shoulder.

“Shit-Hey, peach…” he tried to smile when you looked up at him between the tears, his own eyes glossy. “Did…Did I hurt you? Was I-Was I too rough? Damn, I’m, I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You wanted to answer him and put his mind at ease; it had not been that bad, it had not been his fault, but your stupid reaction. Because you had realised, just as he put you over the moon, that no one could ever do that to you, and that you didn’t want to spend your life with anyone that wasn’t him. Yet the lump in your throat didn’t let you speak, so you closed your eyes and felt as he pulled you closer.

Alex placed the other hand on your hip and dragged you on top of him. He hugged you and held you while you cried, mumbling thousands of apologies and letting out a few tears too, the guilt swallowing him whole. When you stopped crying, he locked eyes with you once more.

“Y/N?” he said softly. There was pure panic in his blue eyes, and his hands were shaking slightly against your body. “I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t-Oh my god, I promise-“

“It’s okay” you gave him a small smile. “It was nothing, Alex. We do this kind of things, right?”

He was looking at you with so much concern that your heart jumped in your ribcage, and you nearly lost your breath again. Alex lifted one hand and brush the mess of hair from your cheek, before setting on your cheek.

“Still” he sighed. “I’m sorry, peach. I just-I was so angry, that guy was all over you, and I got so mad when he-I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t myself. I’m sorry.”

“I know” you gave his palm a small kiss, and thought your next words carefully. “But… we’re, well, we’re not a couple, you know? So, hooking up with other people, you know, it’s fine, right?”

You were silently asking him if he was okay with that, if he liked the ‘deal’ of friend you had, but he didn’t get it that way. He thought you were reproaching him getting jealous when you were just, you know, friends. Alex looked down and let his hand fall, like a puppy that had been kicked out or a kid who had been told harsh words. You forgot about the previous events and decided that, maybe, it was time for to take the step forwards.

“We should probably end this” you muttered. At your words, he looked up with the most hurt expression you had ever seen. “This-This is hurting us both, and we don’t deserve that. We’re old enough to know-“

“I love you” he blurted out, surprising even himself at his sudden confession. Your eyes went wider than what he had ever seen, and your breathing hitch. He broke eye contact with you looking down to your white carpet.

When you didn’t say anything just stood up from the ground, he thought it was over. It was over for good and because of him, because he couldn’t let his mouth shut. Whatever it was, whatever kind of friends you were, it was over. Tears threatened to fall down, but were interrupted by your hand pulling his head up and making him look at you.

You stood next to him, on your feet and a nervous smile on your face.

“I didn’t- It wasn’t the best position to talk about it” you let out a giggle as your cheeks turned red. “I, what I was going to say, was that, maybe we can-I don’t know, just if you want to… we could like, you know, be in a proper relationship? Or not! Whatever you prefer! I just thought that, if…”

Alex looked at you with his mouth open, as you rambled about having a relationship with him. Your eyes moved to the floor to him, then to another different spot and to your feet, no more than five seconds in the same place. Memories of you laughing loudly beside him with his friends played on his mind; you sprawled out on his bed as you played video-games, you making him laugh until his stomach hurt. Pictures of the five years that you had known each other flashed in front of his eyes.

He blinked and focused again when something wet hit his cheek, and he realised that you were crying in front of him.

“…because I really love you, you know? L-Like in love with you. But I don’t-If you said that because you were desperate and you didn’t w-want to break up, that’s…that’s fine.”

“Well” he let out a small laugh and pushed himself to his feet. Alex gripped your waist and pulled you closer, until your faces were inches apart. He wiped the tears with his thumbs and traced your lips with the right one. “Friends don’t love each other, right?”

With that, he kissed you sweet and slow, like he had been wanting to since the begging of the night. And you smiled against his lips, because friends didn’t love each other, but you were more than okay with that.

“Bend over and pull your pants down” & “That’s what you get for being a brat” From my prompt list Smut

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[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Chariot Truths

Ivar the Boneless x Reader 

Warnings: swearing?

There was nothing left for you in Kattegat now they had gone to war in England. The Lothbrok boys had left you behind their sweet sweet y/n. War was the only thing that had crossed their minds and so they left. 

You had always relied on the boys to keep you safe. Your father was one of Ragnar’s closest friends but had died before you really got to know him. You had wanted to learn to fight since you were a little girl but the sons of Ragnar wouldn't let you. Their answer always the same when you protested. “Why would you need to learn to fight when you have us.” Ivar was the worst for it, his possessiveness often had people running scared when it came to you. Everyone knew you were off limits. You could never scold him for it, he didn't seem to know he was doing it half of the time and you didn't mind. You were in love with Ivar. Had been from an early age, so it didn't bother you. 

So it had made you pissed when they had left. Lagertha promised to look after you while they were away but it wasn't the same. That’s why the day they had first left for England, was the day you asked Lagertha to train you as a Shield Maiden, and she had happily accepted, for she had always thought of you as her own daughter, you reminded her so much of Gyda.

Stripping from your delicate gown, you changed into viking armour suitable for any great warrior. Today was the day you would be joining the war in England. It had taken a lot of persuasion when you spoke to Lagertha, but in the end she agreed, she believed after your training, you were ready. You had said your goodbyes and were on the boat with other men and women setting sail for your destination. You couldn't help but wonder what the boys would think, especially Ivar. Ubbe probably wouldn't approve, he’d be shocked as he thought of you as a little sister. Hvitserk would probably be impressed, you were best friends, and had always spoke to him about wanting to fight. He had told you to follow your dreams but they were always shot down by the others. Sigurd, you didn't know what Sigurd would think, honestly, you weren't as close as you were with the other brothers, he spent most of his time wrapped up in his own world or bullying Ivar. It made you dislike him so you didn't care what he thought. Ivar was really the only one who mattered and you couldn't wait to see him. 

-Ivars POV- 

Ivar couldn't help but feel anger at the moment. The main reason for his constant anger was because he had left you behind in Kattegat. It wasn't like he really had a choice, it was that or he took you with him and he wasn't stupid enough to put the woman he secretly loved in danger. He couldn't help but think of you all the time, wondering what you were doing, how you were living over there without the son of Ragnar. He sighed, he would give anything to see you right now., it was selfish, but true. Some part of him wished he had taken you with him but you were to fragile. He couldn't have any distraction if he were to lead the great army. 

Ivar looked up as a horn sounded in the distance, breaking him away from his thoughts. Ah, reinforcements had arrived. Time to welcome the rest of the great army. 

-Y/N POV- 

You grinned like a cheshire cat when your boots made a thud as you hopped off the boat. So, this is England. You looked around then swung your bow over you shoulder and made your way to the great army’s camp. 

You had just reached the outskirts of the large camp when you were tackled by a strong figure. You quickly turned with knife in hand to gut your assailant but were restrained and then heard two lots of laughing that sounded oh so familiar. Hvitserk and Ubbe. You turned around and grinned at the two men jumping into their open arms. Hvitserk looked thrilled and so did Ubbe…. maybe not as much.. but he was still happy. 

“Y/N, what in Oden’s name are you doing in England?!” Ubbe picked you up and swung you around while you laughed at the two boys reactions. When he put you down, you filled them in, told them everything about your training with Lagertha and that it was only fair you got to come and fight too. They were impressed, who would have thought little old Y/N would change into a fierce Shield Maiden. “Wait until Ivar sees you Y/N.” Hvitserk smirked as he noticed you shiver. He knew all about your love for Ivar, after all you were best friends, you spoke about everything to each other, and as much as you were now a fierce Shield Maiden, you couldn't help the blush that rose up your cheeks. 

Hvitserk and Ubbe had led you to the centre of the camp. Ivar. You could hear his booming authoritative voice before you could see him and your heart started pounding. You lifted the hood you wore on your black cloak and pulled it over your head as a sort of cover. You didn't know if you were ready for him to see you yet. You were scared of what he would think. He knew you as the girl who wore pink floaty dresses, not a badass Shield Maiden who wore leather and chains, carrying deadly weapons. 

Before you could actually find Ivar, you heard a familiar laugh. Floki. You turned quickly dropping your hood. He was almost like a father to you. With your father dying when you were so young, Floki had made it his mission along with the sons of Ragnar to keep you safe. You grinned up at him, and he laughed again and pushed a couple of strands of hair from your face. “My little Y/N, what has brought you to England at a time like this. The gods have created a new path for you I see. Oh and wait until Ivar sees what the Gods have in store for him, yes, yes, lets see.” He looked up at the sky and laughed once more. Oh it was good to have your crazy Floki back. “Come, let’s find Ivar, he will be thrilled to see you. He has so much to tell you!” 

It didn't take you long. Floki had spotted him first and you could hear him talking to Ivar. “I have a surprise for you Ivar.” You were trying to push your way through the crowd and then suddenly it parted and there you were, stood face to face with a confused looking Ivar. He hadn't noticed you really yet, but when you took down your hood, you heard him gasp. You grinned up at him. 

“Hi Ivar.” You grinned even wider as he stared at you with an open mouth. He pushed himself off his chair and used his newly constructed crutch to walk up to you. Butterflies were ever present in your stomach as you nervously waited for his reaction. He finally stopped right in front of you. You had to stretch your neck up just to look at his handsome face and before you could say anything he used his free arm to pull you into his chest. 

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N, I cant believe you're here. Is it really you?” He kissed the top of your head and then pushed you back to take a better look. “Look at you, a Shield Maiden, it suits you.” You blushed as he winked at you and gave you a toothy smile. “I have so much to tell you. I have something to show you, you will love it!” You couldn't help but stare at him. You had missed him so much. Your Ivar. You felt at peace again knowing you were so close to him. It made you so happy to see him excited about something. You hated it when he was so serious all the time, you liked carefree Ivar. 

You let him lead you into the woods, Floki came with you both so he could carry Ivar. He was too impatient to crawl. Before you could get to your final destination, Floki put Ivar down and disappeared, leaving the both of you alone. He started crawling and you followed him, only to come face to face with the most wonderful thing you'd ever seen. Floki the boat builder has outdone himself this time. You couldn't help but tear up as you looked at Ivar interacting with the Chariot. It was his, something for him that could act as his legs in battle and you couldn't be happier for him. You walked over and sat on the side of it with him taking in all the little details and modifications that Floki had made. You turned your head to look at Ivar, and found he was already staring at you. You didn't even think about what you did next when you leaned up to kiss the man you'd loved since you could remember. He was shocked at first but then he kissed you back, roughly, urgently, like he couldn't get enough. Like you were going to disappear. You broke away and just looked into each others eyes and then Ivar grinned. 

“And all this time I thought you liked Ubbe.”   

[abonelessgod]

oneshots\imagines requests?

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secondly (!) -- i’m gonna start publishing some one shots \ imagines, so if you have a specific request (just ivar x y\n or ivar x oc at this point, i do have a broader fic idea in mind, something in parts, but i prefer to wait a little with that one) so feel free to toss some ideas in my submissions and i’ll see what i can do! make ‘em juicyyyyyy 

[mypersonalrambling]

Gif used is made by @dangerousvikings

Okay so let’s pretend this is inside, yeah. He’s taking photos and you jokingly say, “That’s a terrible angle, don’t you know that Mr. Photographer? You’re gonna give me 50 chins.” The next thing you know you’re on the floor with him on top of you.

“This better?” a smirk plastered on his face. Instead of answering you stick your tongue out like a child. Alex takes a few photos, then an idea pops into your head. First, you slowly discard your shirt, leaving you in only a bra. Alex instinctively reaches to touch your skin, almost forgetting about the camera in the other.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You can’t help but say the old cliche sarcastic line. However, he does exactly that. The first is you lying there somewhat exposed, eventually progressing to ones with his hand around your throat.

When he takes a moment to readjust something on the camera, you take the opportunity to rid yourself of your bra. This causes him to pause, but with a slight shake of your head he resumes the impromptu photo shoot.

You’ve never been the most confident, yet this was freeing, you felt comfortable. Alex was mesmerized, having a difficult time concentrating on the camera when all he wanted to do was touch you. He did take some photos with his hands all over you, later you would see how the photos conveyed his neediness.

Pushing yourself completely out of your comfort zone, your hands slid down, under Alex to strip your pants and panties as well. By this time he was standing, wondering how he got so lucky.

Alex took a moment just to take in your beauty. He’s always told you since day one that you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The awe finally subsided, then it was a never ending shoot. He photographed you from every angle, different lighting.

Finally, he wanted to shoot more of him touching you. It began with just his hands gliding over your legs, goosebumps forming in his wake. As much as he tried he couldn’t resist touching your center. A finger lightly running up and down, causing a slight moan to escape your lips.

When he’d sufficiently captured the moment, he lowered his face, peppering kisses on your thighs, stomach and face before lowering himself to be level with your core. Still capturing the moment, his lips wrapping around your clit.

This time your moan was loud and boisterous. However, a whine followed when he removed himself from you. “Alex-x-x...”

“Jus’ a minute, yeah.” You looked over to see him positioning the camera so it can get both of you. He presses record before practically diving back in, “Wanna capture all of this.”

His lips again were wrapped around your clit, sucking and slurping. Moments later, two fingers slid into you, curled, taking only seconds to find the perfect spot. You could hear your wetness, the sound filling the room.

Soon the tightening in your stomach was too much to bear, coming all over Alex’s face and fingers. He didn’t mind, lapping up every last bit, sucking it off his fingers like a sweet treat. “So sweet darling, I could taste you all day.” His breath hot against your skin.

Alex striped his clothes off in record time. He was hovering over you trying to line himself up with your center. With a quick thrust his entire length was in, giving you only a seconds to adjust.

At the point you’d complete forgotten about the camera. You were completely taken in by the moment. His thrusts were short and quick, his arms resting on either side of your face, leaning down for a kiss.

His thrusts became sloppy and out of rhythm. He moved one hand to rub circles on your clit. Not long after you came around him, clenching just enough to send him over the edge. “Fuck, Doll. That was...” he stammered unable to finish the sentence. When the two of you had caught your breath, he helped you up and led you to the couch to look at everything on the camera.

The two of you looked at everything for hours. Picking up little details each time you saw a picture. Alex and you agreed it would be best to keep this private even though in most there were no identifying marks. This was only for the two of you. “Should have more shoots like this,” he whispers before shutting the camera off, wrapping you in his arms, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Nodding in agreement, the two of you fell asleep.

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~All the King’s Horses~

||Ivar one-shot -- Part 1/1 ||

Prompts: Pride: #2 -- “There is nothing I can’t protect you from.” Wrath: #3 -- “You can’t just leave me!”

A/N: This is for @honestsycrets 3k Seven Deadly Sins Challenge! Congrats again on your 3k followers, love!

This came out longer than I originally planned so it’s more of less a One-Shot, which I hope is ok. It almost didn’t get finished due to an epic case of writer's block, so it’s probably far from perfect, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! Huge shoutout to @jacksonroth for helping me finishing this as well! Without you, this would’ve ended up banished, forever, to the void known as my unfinished fic folder lol so thanks babe, you’re the best! ^-^

Italicized parts are flashback scenes! Y/N ((Your name))

Inspired by: All the King’s Horses by Karmina...listen while reading if you really wanna destroy your emotions lol...

Warnings: Death, violence, mentions of blood/gore...angst...oh gods, so much angst.

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The sounds of Battle had ceased some time ago, leaving the world around her silent as she lay there, green eyes cast up at the dark gray sky as she watched the snow drift down silently all around her, blanketing the crimson soaked battlefield in layers of glistening white.

Her right hand lay pressed around the crossbow bolt that was lodged inside her chest, while the other rested against her stomach. Blood was seeping through her armor, steadily, with every ragged shallow breath she drew, her chest rising and falling sporadically as the bitter cold slowly began to numb away her suffering; enveloping her in it’s icy throws.

Silent tears rolled down her pale cheeks, creating tracks through the dirt and dried blood that stained her face. If only she had listened, this wouldn’t have happened.

If she had just simply obeyed her husband, her King...if she had not been so stubborn for a change, she wouldn’t be here, bleeding out in the snow, all alone. Lost amongst the slain that lie scattered across the vast field in which they had battled.

A faint sigh left her lips as she finally allowed her eyes to drift closed, too tired to continue the fight to keep them open, as she envisioned her people journeying to dine alongside Odin in Valhalla.

A faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she felt the gentle pull of her own journey growing near, beckoning for her to join the others who had fought so valiantly on this day. Leading her further away as the world around her began to slowly fade out. Perhaps he had somehow foreseen this tragedy and only tried to keep her safe...but she would likely never know.

Oh, if only she had listened.

~

“You are to remain here!” Ivar seethed in a dangerous tone as he towered over her, his war worn fingers clutching her jaw tightly as his Sapphire gaze burned straight through her as he tried to intimidate her into listening to him; a tactic that had yet to work for him.

A sneer crept onto her own lips as she lifted her chin higher, against his grasp, as she straightened herself, refusing to back down from the argument. His grip tightening as a growl emanated from the back of his throat at her defiance.

She had always been a stubborn one.

“I will not have my wife, MY QUEEN, and the mother of my unborn child, anywhere near that wretched battlefield today! That, is final.” Ivar released her chin roughly and turned on his heel as she stumbled back into the table behind her. His crutch digging into the ground with the sharp ping of steel colliding against rock as he limped for the opening of the tent they shared.

“I have fought by your side, faithfully, for years; Ivar! What makes you think you can stop me from disobeying you?!” She shouted, watching as he stopped, rolling his neck stiffly as he turned to narrow his gaze at her.  

“Hvitserk!” He snapped, fierce blue eyes never leaving his wife as his brother rounded the corner into the tent. “If Y/N so much as even thinks about leaving this tent, tie her up!” Ivar ordered before turning to leave once more.

“You are a coward, Ivar the Boneless!”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as he rounded on her without warning, his right hand locking around her throat as he shoved her back against the table roughly. A menacing expression darkening his features as he bared his teeth; face just inches away from her own.

She knew he didn’t dare to lay a hand on her, but that wasn’t to say that the action didn’t terrify her as she stared into those Sapphire eyes of his--his love for her burning deep within them, even despite the rage that pumped through his veins.

“On any given day, there is nothing I can’t protect you from!” Ivar gloated pridefully, his jaw clenching and unclenching noticeably as he was careful to chose his next words, letting his expression soften for the briefest of moments as he pressed his forehead against her own. His grip on her throat loosening as he allowed his hand to slide around into her dark locks of hair, cradling the back of her skull as he pulled her closer.

“But not today...today? I need my wife to obey her husband.” Ivar’s lips sealed over hers roughly in a chaste kiss that left her breathless despite her own anger. Watching in disbelief as he pulled away and stormed out of the tent.

Leaving her behind.

~

“Y/N?!” Ivar called out for his wife again as he trudged slowly through the battle-torn field, His legs ached something fierce and he was frozen nearly to the bone as the snow fell heavily all around him, turning crimson as it coated the bloodied earth. They had searched for what felt like hours, praying silently to the Gods for any sign that she might still be alive; Ivar shouting out for her until he had all but gone hoarse.

He knew when they woke that morning that something was going to happen, something terrible, he had felt it. That heavy sensation of unease that resided in the pit of his stomach never lessening once throughout the day, even during battle...especially during battle. His mind constantly drifting back to the thought of her, knowing in his heart that he never should have left.

There had not been a battle yet that they had not fought together, side by side, and he knew she would find a way to disobey him, just as she always did. She was just as strong willed and hard headed as he was, if not more, and that was just one of the many reasons he fell in love with her to begin with. She was an incredible Warrior and the most loyal wife a man could ever ask for.

But just as he feared, Y/N had waited for the first chance she got to escape. Cutting a hole in the rear of their tent when Hvitserk had gone off to take a piss. Stealing her horse and loosing the rest into their encampment, creating unbridled chaos as she disappeared into the treeline before anyone even had a moment to realize what was going on. Knowing good and well that the battle, by then, would be well underway, and that Hvitserk would never catch up to her in time.

Ivar had nearly rendered Hvitserk’s head from his shoulders when he found him on the battlefield after his search had left him empty handed. But at that time, there was little they could do except hope for the best, and now here they were...searching through corpses in hopes that his wife would not be one of them.

His heart dropped somewhere into the vicinity of his stomach as he approached yet another body, seeing dark hair fanned out around the corpse as he grew closer, reaching down to turn the body towards him he breathed out a shaky sigh of relief as he brushed the hair away from the womans face, revealing that it was not his beloved Y/N. But while silently thankful, it did not help to quell the fear that still gripped him tightly. The realization hitting him, all at once, that it was very likely that she lie dead somewhere among all this carnage.

Ivar collapsed onto the snow covered ground fully as a thousand possible outcomes flooded through his thoughts, suddenly overcome by emotion as he fisted his hands against the icy ground as he threw his head back and screaming out at the dark sky. Screaming at the God’s as much as he was too himself as tears of anguish stung his cheeks in the bitterness of the cold wind the whipped around him.

~

The clash of steel, the screams of agony, the sweet metallic scent of blood that filled the air; the driving force that powered Ivar the Boneless, urging him forward through battle as he continued to cut down Saxon after Saxon. The thunderous sound that his Chariot created against the hard earth beneath him as the white stallion galloped, pulling them through battle, was enough to send even the bravest of Saxon warriors fleeing for cover.

He was in the midst of a stall-out, surrounded by Saxons as he fought to push them back, his horse trying to rear in defense of itself as several enemies closed in around them, jabbing with spears. Ivar’s own men coming to his aid immediately as they worked to clear a path and free the Chariot.

That was when Ivar saw him, Hvitserk, ducking and weaving as he battled his way through the throngs of Viking and Saxon warriors alike, his expression falling as he glanced up to see his youngest brother fuming with rage as he stared him down with an intense glare that sent a jolt of fear racing down his spine.

Hvitserk was quick to stay moving as he worked his way over to the Chariot, jumping back as Ivar threatened a swing at him, his voice booming over the sounds of battle as he seethed. Sapphire eyes burning with a level of hatred that Hvitserk had yet to experience for himself until this very moment.

“Where is Y/N?!” Ivar demanded above the noise as he stared down at his brother, the wave of bodies starting to push them forward as the battle continued to rage around them, Hvitserk turning to clash swords with an approaching Saxon before turning back to his brother; eyes pleading. Knowing that the words about to leave his mouth would likely provoke an unpleasant response on Ivar’s behalf.

“She took off!”

“YOU IDIOT!”  Ivar bellowed, having to restrain himself from beheading his own brother right then and there on the battlefield. “How could you let her get away?!”

Hvitserk struggled to keep up as they continued forward, eventually gaining enough ground that he was able to hop up onto the back of the Chariot as they raced forward through the battle, swallowing harshly as he thought carefully about his next words.

“Well?!” Ivar growled impatiently as he snapped the reins, urging his horse faster as they jolted forward.

“I stepped out for a moment to piss…” Hvitserk admitted truthfully. “She cut a hole in the rear of the tent and loosed the horses as a distraction. She was gone before I even realized what was going on!”

“Find her!” Was all Hvitserk had time to hear before Ivar shoved him from the rear of the Chariot and back into battle, leaving him behind as he began a frantic search for his beloved wife...his Queen. Cutting down anyone and everything that got in his path, blinded by deep-seated rage that coursed through his veins and drove him forward.

Ivar was in the midst of battling a Saxon off the back of his Chariot when he first heard the distinctive, unmistakable, warcry, leaning back as the tip of a sword was suddenly rammed through the Saxon’s chest, dropping him to his knees as he clutched helplessly at the metal that protruded from his chest before it was ripped away and he fell backwards to the ground.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, woman?!” Ivar demanded angrily as Y/N ducked out of the way, shielding herself as Ivar loosed an axe into another enemy behind her.

“Coming to your rescue, as always !” She shouted in response, a sneer fixed to her face as she battled against several more Saxon that advanced on Ivar’s Chariot; that had yet again become lodged in place by a pile of corpses. The pair adding to the body count as they fought alongside their own to create just enough of an opening to try and free it.

“Disobeying me is more like it!” Ivar seethed back as he swung his sword, deflecting his opponent before delivering the ending blow that dropped the man to the ground, Y/N dropping her shield to pick of another sword and wield two handed as the wave of enemies that advanced on them steadily picked up.

“When have you ever known me to listen, my King?” She shouted loudly over the roar of battle, a smirk gracing her bloodied features as she cast a look back over her shoulder at him as the swelling tide of bodies began driving them apart.

Ivar struggled to stay with her as best he could, but the battle continued to push them apart until she was eventually swept up completely, lost within surging tides of battle that surrounded him. His rage taking hold again as he struck down enemy after enemy in an attempt to fight his way back to her...blinded by wrath and desperation, his judgement compromised as he sought to cut down those who stood between he and his wife.

The rage that burned deep within him and fueled his bloodlust only worsening as he was torn from the seat of his Chariot and sent to the ground, a sadistic scream ripping free of his chest as he pushed his dagger into his opponents leg, dropping the man to the ground, Ivar rolling to crawl on top of him as he sunk his blade into the man’s skull again and again, ceasing only when he found himself being hauled to his feet abruptly by a strong hand that grasped the collar of his armor; Ivar turning to find Harald at his side.

Ivar pulled from his grasp as Harald shouted after him, “Where do you think you’re going?!”

“To find my wife!” Ivar shouted, using a discarded sword as a crutch, swinging his axe wildly as he made his way back to the chariot and climbing back on. Growling as he flicked the reins, sending the horse into a gallop as he reached down to grab the bow and quiver of arrows that sat at the front near his feet.

He knocked arrow after arrow, sending the head of each one into the chest or side of a Saxon, casting the bow aside once he had emptied the quiver and called out to one of his men as he came up on them, calling for a crossbow. The man hopped onto the back of the chariot to help his king load the weapon, handing it to him as they went.

Not paying attention, Ivar missed the fallen tree that lie in their path until it was already too late, his horse jumping the obstacle with ease, but the chariot hit and disconnected from the harness, sending both men flying. Ivar crying out as he clutched the crossbow and slammed into the ground, leaving him disoriented. The sounds of battle becoming distorted as Ivar sat up and tried to crawl his way back to find the chariot and us it as cover, the sound of a voice -- her voice -- shouting his name in the distance catching his attention.

When he looked up all he saw was a hand draw back and an arrow pointing past him. Ivar quickly turned and shot the first figure he saw, racing toward him before discarded the bow and grabbing an axe, throwing it at the other figure, who immediately dropped to the ground.

~

“Ivar!” 

The voice belonged to Hvitserk, followed by footsteps as he and Harald fast approached where Ivar sat, face buried in his hands as he sobbed brokenly as his brother hauled him to his feet. “Ivar?”

“Brother...” Ivar sobbed, clinging to Hvitserk as he sighed and put Ivar’s arm around his neck, sliding his own arm around his waist and helping him walk through the snow. Silence remaining between the three.

Soon, his tears and his mind cleared and he blinked, looking forward to glance around at who else they had lost when they began to pass by his overturned chariot; Ivar stopped abruptly, feeling as though the roots that lie beneath the frozen ground had slid up from up from beneath the earth and wound tightly around his legs, rooting him in place. Hvitserk exchanging a concerned glance with Harald before speaking.

“Ivar.” Hvitserk prodded gently, trying to get him to move forward again, Harald stepping into his line of sight. Reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder, trying to gain his attention.

“Ivar, what is it?” Harald pressed, his deep voice filled with concern but they gained no response.

Ivar suddenly felt strength in his legs and moved past Harald, stumbling slightly, and collapsed in front of a mass of black hair, left hand tossed over her stomach, a wedding ring that matched his own on her third finger...and a crossbow bolt protruding from her chest.

Hvitserk and Harald cautiously approached their fallen king, stopping just short of where he sat as they exchanged another look before Hvitserk stepped forward and spoke gently, “Ivar. Brother. What’s wrong?”

Still, Ivar did not speak. He simply stretched out a trembling hand to brush the hair from her face before he fell forward, his body racked with sobs. Hvitserk’s face fell as he caught sight of her face, closing his own eyes and sighing as a single tear sliding down the side of his face. Harald took a step forward and gave a sigh of his own, seeing the beloved Queen, Y/N of Kattegat, dead at their feet.

Ivar stared at his queen, her emerald green eyes forever closed, as tears streamed down his face. He whispered to her softly, in Norse, as he shook his head and wept  silently. Casting his gaze down, he reached a trembling hand out to cover the one over her stomach, his feeling as though it was about to rip in two as he gently cradled the hand that laying protectively against the small curve that lie hidden beneath her armor.

“Ivar, we must go. More soldiers will come.” Harald stated gently as he reached down to grasp his arm, stumbling back as Ivar growled and shoved him away.

“Do not touch me! I will not leave her! I will never leave her!” Ivar screamed. Hvitserk sighed sadly and took a step forward.

“We are not asking you to leave her, Brother. We will take her with us, but Harald is right.” He stated, trying to suppress the shiver that shot through him as Ivar looked up, leveling him with a murderous glare.

“You are the reason this happened!” Ivar cried. “If you hadn’t let her out of your sight--”

“If you would have simply let her fight with you, you wouldn’t have gone into a blind rage and lost her!” Hvitserk snapped back in his defense, regretting it instantly as Ivar cried out, ripping the sword from her side as he swung at them.

“Leave us!” Ivar seethed lowly, watching as Harald and Hvitserk stepped back to avoid getting cut. Both exchanging a look a look as they sighed before turning to head back and find the rest of their men. Ivar dropped the sword and cupped her face, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he pulled her close.

“Why didn't you just listen to me?!” He cried in a hoarse whisper as he curled his fist into her hair, pressing his forehead to hers. “If you would have just--”

He paused mid sentence as bits and pieces of the battles events slowly played back in his mind, Hvitserk’s words echoing in his thoughts; the mentioning of ‘blind rage’.

Then his memory cleared...and God’s how he wished it hadn’t.

~

Y/N kept her eye on where she got separated from Ivar, straining for a glimpse of his white horse. She heard his battle cry and raced toward it, cutting down every Saxon in her path, getting got caught in a cluster of shieldmaidens trying to beat back a particularly nasty group of Saxons. With a cry, she launched her axe into the middle one’s face, allowing enough of a break for the others to push through.

“Have you seen Ivar?!” She shouted to one of the shieldmaidens.

“No, my Queen!” The shieldmaiden shouted back, her sword clashing together with another Saxon’s. Y/N growled and turned to punch another man in the face, grinning as he crumpled to the ground in pain as she pushed by, stalking through mass of warriors until the sound of something heavy colliding with a tree caught her attention, hearing Ivar cry out again above the noise as she turned, just in enough time to see him flying through the air. Her eyes widened in fear and she rushed towards him, not knowing if he had hurt his legs or was unconscious.

As she came over the ridge, she was relieved to see Ivar uninjured, at least seriously, and she gave a small smile. But it only lasted for a moment, when she caught sight of the Saxon commander running toward him, knocking an arrow before he stopped and aimed for him. Y/N’s eyes shrunk back as she screamed for her husband, rushing towards him and slashing at whoever dared stepped into her path. When she finally drew close enough for him to hear her, she called out his name again before she drew back her hand to launch the axe she held at the bowman.

“Ivar--!” She cried out when she saw Ivar turn and blindly aim his crossbow at her--her words cut short as she was punched back by the sudden piercing pain that ripped through her chest. She let out a few gasps as she looked down at bolt, her hand sliding from her chest to her stomach and through tear blurred vision she saw Ivar turn and crawl away.

She stumbled back and spun around, not too sure what she was looking for as her legs began to go numb and she sank to her knees, both hands now covering her stomach as she cried out again; only this time, it barely came out a whisper.

“Ivar...” Y/N watched blankly as her world began to tilt, head rushing to meet the earth as she felt her body sink into the dirt and blood-stained snow beneath her. Her eyes searching frantically as she looked around for someone to see their fallen queen and help her. But alas, the battle continued as though she was never there...because after all, she shouldn’t have been in the first place.

A soft smile spread across her face as her eyes fell upon Ivar’s chariot laying just a few yards away from her, reaching out a hand toward it as she closed her eyes and pressed her hand protectively against her stomach, cradling the growing bump of their unborn child.

~

Ivar was trembling as he began to recognize the arrow that protruded from his beloved wife’s chest, his heart beating so hard and so loud that he was certain the whole world, as well as the God’s above, could hear it.  

“No...by the gods...no!” Ivar whispered in a panic. “No. No. Y/N, no, don’t do this to me! Y/N! You can’t- You-  You can’t just leave me!” He screamed angrily as he cupped her face in his hands. Tears streaming down his own cheeks as he broke down into another fit of inconsolable tears and sobs. His anger quickly fading back into anguish as he pulled her into his lap and held her close, pressing his face into her dark hair as he rocked back and forth.

“What have I done?” Ivar sobbed against her hair, pulling away to rest his cheek against atop her head. “I am so sorry, Y/N. My beloved. Please forgive me...please...do not leave like this!”

His gaze snapped up as he felt her body shift against his lap, his heart skipping a beat inside his chest, distantly hopeful, if only for a few fleeting moments before he looked up to meet Harald’s sympathetic blue gaze; Ivar’s grip tightened instinctively.  

“My King,” Harald spoke softly as he knelt in the snow before Ivar. “I know this is a great and terrible lose, and nothing I can say or do will change that...but I need you to understand that we must leave now. More troops approach us from the North, and if we stay, they will surely slaughter what is left of our forces.”

Ivar’s lip quivered as he fought to compose himself, turning his gaze away from Harald as he looked back down to his beloved Queen who lay lifeless in his lap; her expression peaceful. Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath to steady himself before reopening them with a stiff nod, watching as Harald gently took Y/N from his arms and stood.

Harald gave a nod to Hvitserk who stepped forward and helped Ivar to his feet, guiding him back to his Chariot that they had turned back on its wheels and harnessed another horse into. Ivar taking a seat at the front, cradling Y/N in his lap as Harald gently lay her down, squeezing Ivar’s shoulder before grasping the reins and urging the horse forward as what remained of their army fled back to the safety of their boats.

Ivar closed his eyes as he held the body of his wife close to his chest, silent tears trailing down his cheeks as he allowed the rest of the world to fade away around them as he prayed to the God’s, begging for their forgiveness; and hoping that one day, he be granted the chance to make things right.  

“I knock the ice from my bones Try not to feel so cold Caught in the thought of that time When everything was mine, everything was fine Everything was fine, everything was mine

All the King’s horses and all the King’s men Couldn’t put me back together again.”

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Irish lad

Pairing: Alex Hogh Andersen/Reader, Marc Islo/Friend!Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello lovely people ;) I’m cleaning my notebook with fics, so there might be a bit of spam, sorry for that. They all are a bit dusted so the writing isn’t so good. But I’m still taking requests so there would be more content on my blog. Anyways, this one isn’t my pride, but stil.. Love <3

You stirred in your sleep while your phone rung. It was early in the morning and you had no idea who could it be, since you didn’t make any plans for today. You picked up rubbing your eyes

“‘Ello?” You mumbled still laying under covers

“Thank God you picked up” You heard your friend Marc say “I need you to do something for me.” You looked at the clock and groaned

“It’s five forty am asshole.”

“Yes, and we’re shooting in twenty minutes!” He shouted which made you whince, mind still half asleep “Alex didn’t show up, his driver said he didn’t even opened the doors. You need to wake him up.” He sounded dessperate, so you sighted getting up

“How do I do that?” You yawned going to the kitchen

“I left you my keyss few weeks ago, the black one is to his apartment. Please hurry, we need him at six.” His voice pleading

“There’s no way I can get there that fast, I still want to live. Six thirty.” You informed before hanging up.

***

You didn’t even bother to knock, just using the key to get in. Marc send you few text explaining the situation. You hated dealing with heartbroken people, especially when the wound wasn’t fresh yet still not heald, but you already promised your best friend.

You sighted looking around at all the trash on the floor. Somehow you made it to his bedroom where he slept still in his yesterday clothes. You rolled your eyes and poured freezing water on his head. He sat up gasping and glared at you, but you spoke up first.

“You’re late for the filming. If you won’t get ready in ten minutes you can say goodbye to your job.” You turned on your heel and went to the kitchen.

Marc also told you what type of coffee to make for his friend. When you heard the shower running you started to clean up a bit. When he finally came out it was six am and you ushered him out giving him his drink.

“Who are you?“ He asked while you started the car

“(Y/N), Marc’s friend” You said without glancing at him, eyes on the road

“I’m Alex he murmured into his cup

“I know. Marc told me about you.” You hummed concentrated on driving

“How did you get into my house?” He frowned catching up on the situation

“Thank Marc for leaving his spare keys at my place.” You shrugged stopping at the red light

“Couldn’t he send my driver or something?” You sighted with frustration

“He was at yours, but probably your drunken ass didn’t care” You send him a glare “So Marc had to call someone from Dublin, so they could drive you to the set in short amount of time. And that someone is me.” You drove off before the yellow changed to green

“Yeah, thanks for that.” Alex mumbled and sipped his coffee

“I’m not doing this for you, but for my best friend.” You explained going a bit faster

“Did I do something to piss you off?” He asked squinting his eyes

“Yeah” You huffed “It’s you who made me get up at ungodly hour and drive to nowhere, just to save your stupid ass” You growled parking next to few cars. You both exited, but you were few steps ahead. When Marc noticed you he quickly enveloped you in a reliefed hug thanking all over again.

“They said you can stay to watch, as a thank you and apology.” He smiled knowing how much you liked the series and watching him in action.

So you stayed getting toknow few other cast members and other people that made it work. You enjoyed the time on set, but it all had to end. After the last scene was done and everyone was ready to go home Marc made his way to you

“Can I come with you?” He made his puupy eyes

“Sure thing” You smiled happily “And Alex?”

“He’ll be-”

“We can go.” You turned to see him few steps away from you, so with a nod you all get in

“Did you like it?” Your friend asked after few moments, excitment evident in his eyes

“It’s kind of weird to see how you make it, but I gues I’ll like the episodes even more now.” You send him a bright smile through the review mirror

“So you’re a fan?” Alex asked from beside you

“From the very first episode.” You smiled proudly

“Don’t get your hopes up mate, she likes Ragnar the most.” Marc laughed and you shook your head

“He’s dead, she needs to pick another guy.” Alex smirked watching you frown

“In that case.. I’ll have to go with either Bjorn or Ubbe.” You said confidently and both guys glared at you “Don’t forget I’m Irish. We like man that can pull off the bearded look.”You smirked teasing them

“You’re evil” Marc protested pouting like a little kid

“Can’t argue with that.” You shrugged looking at him.

The rest of the ride to your friend’s place was quiet. You enjoyed the city at night and guessed guys were tired. Marc said his goodbyes and went to his place. When the doors closed after him you drove away to drop off Alex. You stopped in front of the building and looked at him.

“Ivar is evil too.” He spoke up and you chuckled

“Still not over that?” You smirked amused

“c’mon. He’s the best!” Alex exclaimed

“Maybe.” You shrugged and Alex got out from the car, but stuck his head into the window “Why don’t you pick Ivar?”

“Cause I need a man that can keep up with me.” You send him a wink before driving away

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Mine

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: Ivar/Reader Warnings: Smut Rating: R Length: One Shot Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: I was listening to Mariana’s Trench, Astoria, and there is a part in the song which inspired this. It’s my first Ivar smut, I have been sitting on it for a few days. Go easy on me :P 

Read Pt 2

A fevered blur, through names obscured, and speeches slurred What's another bridge burned? I'm on my own, you came alone All dressed up in bad news (I know you've been hurt too) This would be the wrong move (Maybe we should leave soon) You can lay with me while you think of him Drown our sorrows deep in each other's skin I touch your face while I think of her I will raise my lips to the way we were Bite my neck while you say his name I will scratch your back to forget her face Our regret tastes sweet through a soft liqueur We can raise our lips to the way we were

Outside was cold in the bitter winter not that it mattered to you, inside, wrapped up in the furs of none other than the newly crowned King of Kattegat. Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar, nothing but the town cripple had rose to his position of power in the only way he knew how. Taking what he wanted, showing no mercy, and no cares for those who were cut down along the way.

If somebody had something that Ivar wanted, he took it. Land, titles, women. Nothing was off limits to the handsome and feared King. Not even his favoured brother's wife to be.

You had been promised to Hvitserk Ragnarsson when your father wanted to please the gods and his former King Ragnar. The lanky glutton Hvitserk was handsome enough, but too wrapped up in his own desires and darkness to care about you or your position as his wife to be. If he did care, he had a funny way of showing it while he ran off with every other woman who looked in his direction.

Ivar on the other hand – Ivar paid you the attention you craved. Even if it meant you sneaking around like a thief in the night, the time spent in the King's grasp was worth it.

"You came alone?" Ivar's stern voice was greeted you, when you ducked into his quarters.

Lowering the hood of your cloak, you nodded quickly.

"Nobody saw you?" He questioned from his position on a stool in the corner.

"If they did then they were not expecting it to be me, under this." You held up the stolen cloak. The dark cloak had belonged to one of Ivar's slaves. "Your slave girl left this behind, when she fled two moons ago. Your brother was too stupid to notice that she had left without it."

"Nobody has ever claimed Hvitserk to be the smart brother." Ivar's laugh was deep in his chest. If his idiot brother wanted to squander his affection away on slaves, so be it, that only meant more of you for Ivar and a waiting punishment when Ivar found which slave had pissed you off.

"It must be a good thing the Gods made him handsome, then." You smirked knowing that the small compliment paid to the older brother would irritate Ivar. On cue, Ivar's rolled his eyes and snarled. "Not as handsome as you, my King."

"What is with the flattery? You already know that you've a place in my bed. Now come," He waved his hand at you, beckoning you to him, "Let's not waste any more time discussing my brother."

Stepping closer, you watch intently as Ivar chews his bottom lip, his hands reaching for you as he continues to sit on the stool at waist height.

This wasn't the first time you had snuck away to be with Ivar, nor would it be the last. This had all started as some sort of twisted game, when Ivar had heard the rumors of his brother's unfaithful ways. Wanting what he couldn't have, after being left lonely by his last lover, Ivar had pursued you and won. Who were you to deny the most powerful man in Kattegat?

Kneeling before him, your head lulled as his hands undid your dress. Pushing the material off of your shoulders to free your breasts. Ivar hummed in approval, dipping his head to kiss your neck and collar bones. Steadying himself by holding onto your shoulders, Ivar pulled his head away, his eyes glassy with the sudden desire that had overcame him.

"What are you waiting for?" His voice was eerily calm. His swollen lips turning into a smirk. How you wished to kiss him properly, but he never allowed it, a mystery in the riddle that was Ivar.

Undoing the buckle on his belt, Ivar watched you closely, your hands tugging the material of his pants down as far as you could in his seated position. Ivar never allowed you to take his pants off the full way, it went without saying that he was never going to allow another to see his useless legs. Your hands fumbled only slightly working to free him, faced with his prick you looked up at him, waiting for your next command.

"You know what to do," Ivar gestured for you to continue. Wrapping your hand around his girth, you smiled when Ivar hissed under your touch. You'd be a fool to think he hadn't used his prick in the days since you'd last been together. Ivar took pride in having any woman he wanted, but when the one he wanted the most was occupied, taking care of himself wasn't a difficult task.

Working your hand up and down the shaft, you took your sweet time, making sure to get him excited enough for what was to follow. Some days it would take what felt like a dog's age to get Ivar hard, on others he would barely look in your direction and would be begging to be released.

"Stop," Ivar grabbed your hair, pulling your head back as you were about to take him in your mouth. Licking your lips, your eyes searched his face. He loved it when you sucked him. Had you done something wrong?

"Was that not pleasing?"

"If I allow you to work your magic, in that way, there will be nothing left for anything else." Ivar moved passed you, crawling the short distance to his bed. "Come, now!"

His demands shamefully turned you into a mess. His voice and eyes said it all, without so much as a touch, Ivar could have you begging him for more while a release crept up on you. His older brother would do well to learn such techniques and dominance. If Hvitserk worried about your pleasure as much as he did his own, you would be more willing to lie with your soon to be husband.

"Get on your knees," Ivar demanded sharply. You had no other choice but to comply, your dress clinging around your waist, pushed to the floor before you joined him on the bed. Bent before him in the desired position, you resisted the urge to look back at Ivar. It was all part of the game, do as he said and enjoy the reward.

"Ivar." Your whimper was like music to his ears. "Please,"

He loved to hear you begging him.

It took only a minute for Ivar to position himself, his body resting over yours, if you were uncomfortable with the extra weight bearing down on you then it was best to never say. You widened your legs, allowing him to rest between them. In a swift and practiced motion, Ivar grunted and you felt his tip nudge your folds, with another quick breath his prick sank into you.

Comfortably stretching to fit around him, your heart began to thunder against your chest, drowning out the world around you. Tonight he didn't bother with the formalities as it were, there would be no exploring one another in a slow and soft manner. Tonight Ivar was looking for a quick and fast release, who were you to tell him No?

His body was warm on top of yours, his hands gripping your hips while he took a few seconds to tease you. Fully sheathed inside of you; Ivar slowly moved his hips back inch by inch and paused. Waiting for the right moment to drive himself forward, hitting the most delicate spot on your body in only the way he could. You sighed softly in frustration.

"Is something the matter, my dove?" Ivar's breath was hot on your ear.

"N..No." You squeaked, clenching your eyes shut in an attempt to keep from begging. He wanted you to beg, to plead, and stroke his ego a little.

"Then you will be fine, if we stop this here and now? You're okay, if I sent you back to my useless brother?" Ivar's tongue traced the shell of your ear. His prick barely grazing against you.

"Y..yes."

"Oh dove, why do you lie to me?" Ivar made a tsk noise, his hands gripping your hips harder than before. Fingers biting into your flesh, he jerked forward with all his strength, sending him back into you with a sharp pain.

"Ivar!" the wail rose from your throat.

It was as if the world had stopped and you were suspended in time, when you were with Ivar. The feeling he could bestow upon you was one that you would find yourself craving for days after he last had you. This would be no exception. His body grew heavier and his chest sweatier, bodies tied together in an absolute intimate moment left you gasping and practically in tears.

"Does he make you feel this good? Can my brother make you scream the way that I do?" Ivar's teeth sank into the skin on your shoulder, barely missing your neck. Hissing in pleasure, you shook your head, finding your voice would be impossible. "I can't hear you," Ivar grunted with a hard thrust.

"No, no Hvitserk cannot make me," You gasp, "Scream the way that you can, my King."

"Your King," Ivar's laugh was dark. "Is that why you lie with Me? Because I am your King?" He grunted in exertion and pleasure.

"No," You shook your head, the last thing you wanted was Ivar thinking that you were only with him because he was King. Your reasons were deeper than that.

"Do you only come to me, because you think I demand it?" Ivar pried for answers while his fingers pried into your sides, his hips snapped forward thrusting deeper.

"No! No, Ivar; I lay with you because it is my choosing." You whimper at the feeling flooding your body. "Because, because," You stammer like a fool when his tongue traces between your shoulder blades, "you please me far better than anyone ever has."

"And I," His words were tight between a heaving breath, "keep you because there is nobody who excites me more." His breath sent a shiver through you, thrusting harder and more frantically, Ivar grunted loudly bellowing into the dark.

"I-Ivar." Your breath was caught in a gasping scream.

It was as if you'd saw the Gods themselves when you were with Ivar, the spark and the fire that he could send running through your body was mightier than any feeling you'd ever felt. Your body coated in a sheen of sweat, your lungs constricting as you made the attempt to level your thoughts once more. Beside you, Ivar laid flat on his back, his hair stuck to his head and his face flushed.

Gathering your wits, you rolled over, now was the part you hated the most. You would get dressed and head back to the home given to you solely because of your position with Hvitserk. The cold, dull, loveless home loomed in your mind.

"Stay," Ivar reached for your hand, drawing you back to him. If he wanted you in his bed there were no words to make you leave. Odin himself couldn't drag you away.

"You are impossible," You lie back into the furs, your body snuggling into Ivar. "How can I ever deny you?"

Not answering, Ivar's hand stroked the back of your hair, his eyes locked on your face. Red with the exercise that you had just endured. His blue eyes studying you carefully, one hand on your stomach and the other behind your head – a simple gesture and your body was still lit on fire from Ivar's contact.

"You always do as I ask," Ivar's tone meant business. "What if I asked you to renounce Hvitserk in order to be my wife?"

"My father..."

"Your father has long since gone, as is mine. I am King now and I want you to be my wife." Ivar spoke as if the mead had finally rotted his brain.

Biting your bottom lip, you laid silently.

"Well?"

"But Hvitserk."

"What about him? He is an idiot. A fool for not loving you, for not wanting you in his bed. I want you, here, not as some woman who keeps my bed warm. I want you here as my wife, Queen of Kattegat. Stay here, sleep and come daylight I want your answer." Ivar lazily sighed, his hands leaving their position on you, before he moved to roll himself onto his side. "My brother can give you a house, but I can give you far more."

His words burning into your ears, you flap your mouth as if you are a fish. "I...I shall ask the Gods then." You reply staring at the back of his head, unsure if he'd heard your answer or if he'd drifted off.

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Blood of Gods 1/?

NOTES: This is the first chapter of my Ivar’s fanfic (I joined the prologue too for it to have more sense). It takes time after Sigurd’s death and it does not follow the exact story of the tvshow. English is not my mother language so I apologized for wrong grammar or spelling. The story behind Enia it’s all invented but Asturia kingdom (now a days the region of Asturias) and it’s celtic culture it’s all historical. 

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The cold wind was hitting Enia’s face; it reminded her of the mountains which had seen her grow.  All of the memories of her younger brother came to her mind while she was looking at the crowd before her, it was a group of Christians celebrating a funeral but the person who got all of the Celtic woman’s attention was the man officiating it. He had been the one who stole Nel from her, and he would be the one regretting it.

“What are we going to do to get him back my queen?”

“Whatever it takes.” The response that left Enia’s mouth was full of fury. She turned her head looking at the loyal man next to her. “And do not call me queen. I’m not one.”

All of Ragnar sons were discussing what to do know. After Sigurd’s funeral, in which Ivar had been silent, they had to decide where to go.

“Prince Bjorn.” The oldest of the siblings turned to the man approaching him. He was holding a hooded person right beside him with the help of two more men.

“Who is this?” All of the men in the booth were looking at the mysterious figure in front of them.

Before the fighter who had break in the reunion could say a word the person lowered the hood showing everyone its face. Bjorn eyed the young woman, she had blood on her clothes, her long-brown hair was held in a braid and her eyes were as green as a field right after it rains but they hid a blue color that could drown you, none of them had seen such beauty before. He looked at the man again and he saw that he was carrying a sword covered in blood too in the opposite hand to the one holding the girl.

“She hasn’t said a word. She appeared from nowhere and started attacking us.”

“And why do you bring her to us instead of killing her yourselves?”Asked Halfdan after hearing that she had killed their people.

The girl laughed at the question as the three soldiers looked at each other concerned. “They could not have done it.”

“She wanted to see you. That’s why we are bringing her here.”

“Why do you want to see us?” Hvitserk was already curious about her but the thing she said made his curiosity grow even more.  

She looked at the three men by her, Bjorn understood the look in her eyes and asked the men to release her and go. The young woman rubbed her wrists while looking at the place where the now four sons of a King and two men she didn’t know were standing. She knew who Ragnar Lothbrok was, and if his sons were half of the man he was, she would not have to worry.

“I have to admit that I thought that people had been exaggerating about your fighting skills, but they were right. Your warriors were definitely the boldest ones I’ve seen.” She smiled at them thinking about the reason why she had come there; those people could be the help she needed.

“What is the reason of your attack? You’re just one, we can kill you before you blink.” Neither Ubbe or the rest of the men there did know how to think about her, it was obvious that she wanted something from them but what, and most important, why did she had that confidence when she were surrounded by the best Viking warriors. She might had something that they were interested in.

“The reason of my attack was plainly draw you attention and now that I have it I would like to introduce myself. My name is Enia and it is clear that I’m not a Christian so as you can guess, we have the same enemy.”

 “You aren’t a Viking either so why do you think we will be friends? And more significant, do you really think that we will not kill you for attacking us?”

“You must be Ivar…” Enia smiled at the youngest son, Ivar instead looked at the girl with anger and that amused her. “I heard that you want to see the Mediterranean. One of my men is from the town that the Moors call Arromana, it’s the most important place in Saracen Spain and he would happily be your guide and translator.”

“In exchange from what?” Bjorn was now interested, if he and Halfdan had a person who knows the territory they were going to they would get rid of any problem.

“In exchange from nothing big, just letting me join you on your next raids against the Christians.”

The men there viewed each other thinking about the deal that the mysterious woman offered them. Harald, who was the only one that hadn’t speak yet, stood up from his seat and approached her.

“My plans are not in here or the Mediterranean, but I hope they take the deal. It’s always a beautiful sight a woman who knows what she wants.”

After saying that Harald exit the tent followed by his brother Harald. This last one gave a nod to Bjorn letting him know that he would accept whatever he decided.

“How many are you?” Ivar stared at his oldest brother annoyed by the fact that Bjorn was going to say yes to the proposition.

“There are ten men and four women, but one of the men is your future guide and the other is a druid who does not fight. That makes us thirteen warriors.”

“A druid?” Neither Hvitserk or any of his brothers knew about Celtics and their culture.

“A druid is the most important person in a tribe after the leader, sometimes even above them. He dedicates his life to our people and our Gods. He’s a medicine man, a seer and a lorekeeper of nature among many other things.” Explained Enia.

“What do you say brother? You’re going to be the one leading the raids...” Bjorn was praying for his younger brother to take the deal. But it seems that he wasn’t very pleased with the girl.

“I do not wish to have weak warriors and a stupid woman who thinks she’s better than us in my army. We are Vikings, we don’t need you and we’re not accepting the deal.” Enia looked at Ivar with a serious face. She was clearly bothered by the words of the prince.

“My people are not weak. They could have attack you while you were crying the brother that you killed, instead I told them that I were going to talk to you and see if you were half of the man your father was. But I can see that you’re not.” Ivar was now red of anger towards Enia. But she didn’t seem to be worried about him because she turned to look at Bjorn who was now pissed off at his little brother . “You don’t have to worry, Altair will be your guide.”

Enia didn’t say any other word; she left the place with the confused looks on the faces of the brothers but not on Ivar’s. The young prince was beyond mad. How dare she talked to him like that? Why did she say that about his father? Ivar was not his father, but he wasn’t less than him. He had defeated the two kings of England, he had silenced the mouths of those who thought he was just a cripple. He was Ivar the Boneless and that foreing girl would pay for what she said.

Bjorn was now running towards the end of the camp where Enia was getting on her horse. Before she could start leaving he shouted her name.

“Altair will arrive before noon. I hope you treat him right, I don’t want to start a fight with you too.”

“He will be right treated. But why do you agree on letting him come with us?”

“I knew your father, he was a good man. He saw beyond religions and people’s minds and I can see that you too. After what he did for me, helping his oldest son it’s the least I could do. Enjoy your journey Bjorn Ironeside.”

“Wait…” Enia ignored Bjorn while she started to ride out the Viking camp. “HOW DID YOU KNOW HIM?”

But Bjorn’s question wasn’t answered. The only thing he could hear was the noise of her horse galloping  while she disappeared on the distance.

“How it went?”

When Enia arrived at the place where she told her people to go while she was away the first person to approach her was Altair.

“You’re going with them.” Altair made a sound of joy after his friend words. He wanted to go back and see what happened during the time he had been with Enia. “However the rest of us should travel north and find a place to stay until I decide how to enter the castle. The youngest son it’s the one on charge and he wasn’t very friendly.”

“He’s Viking Enia, we’re not friendly with strangers.” The oldest man in the group helped her get off the horse. His name was Jensen, he was a friend of her family even before Enia was born. He used to tell her Vikings stories when she was a child, he trained her to become the best fighter she could be. He had been her shoulder to cry on when her world came tumbling down, and the one to help her get out of the hell she was in. He was her second father. “People say that he’s ruthless, that he doesn’t let people tell him what to do.”

“And you couldn’t have told me that before…”

“It was better for you to find it out on your own.” Jensen smiled at her and it made her smile as well.

Kassia, a Moorish girl who joined the group when they were traveling approached Enia playing with her hands. Enia saw the nervousness and she told Jensen to go.

“What’s wrong Kassia?”

“I would like to go with Altair. I’ve been away too much…”

“You do not have to ask me for permission Kassia. When you joined us I told you that you could leave whenever you want and I haven’t change my mind. Go with your people, I’m pretty sure they miss you”.

“It has been a pleasure meeting you Enia Luggon. I wish you and your friends the best.”

Enia hugged Kassia goodbye. She did the same with Altair, but this time he promised her that he would come back. After all of the group said their goodbyes, Altair and Kassia rode to the Vikings camp to meet Bjorn and Halfdan.

It had been a week since Enia's meeting with Ragnar's sons. Altair and Kassia were sailing with Bjorn and Halfdan, Harald had returned to Kattegat and Ivar had begun to assault more lands while Ubbe and Hvitserk established a community in the castle where King Ecbert had reigned. Enia and his group, on the other hand, kept track of their objective and that made them reach the outskirts of the viking camp led by Ubbe and Hvitserk.

"I thought he was traveling alone..." said Thora, Jensen's daughter and Enia's most loyal friend.

"A man like him never travels alone." his father replied.

The whole group watched the disaster that was now the camp, it had been attacked and corpses of men, women and children decorated the earth. The scent of blood and death filled Enia's nostrils and made her even angrier than she already felt toward the culprit in that massacre. The noise of a chariot pulled Enia out of her trance; if she was not mistaken it must have been Ivar.

"Jensen, come with me. Thora, I want you to build a camp close enough to see what's happening here, but far enough so that they will not see us."

"My queen, that boy Ivar threatened you once. If it is true what they say I do not think it pleases him to see you again."

"You do not have to worry about it Sloan, if Ivar the Boneless knows what's good for him, it won’t be just us by morning.”

"That's it Aius. I'm sure Ubbe and Hvitserk Ragnarsson are not going to be inside those walls."

The Druid Aius nodded to the young Celtic and she and Jensen began to ride towards the castle. Probably Ivar's men would have forbid them to pass, but they all recognized the Celtic girl and watched as she and her companion made their way to the square of the fortress where Ivar was. The viking chief, full of fury, threw the ax in his hand and it passed Jensen's side. The man looked at Enia amused.

"I told you." Enia whispered to Jensen. Both had talked about the temperament of Ragnar's young son and Enia had sworn it was worse than Jensen believed.

"What are you doing here?" Ivar asked as he recognized the girl's voice. He turned and looked defiant.

"A week ago I asked you to join your army. I did not because I wanted to prove anything, I did it because we both have the same enemy. The man who has attacked this camp has captured my little brother and I think now Ubbe and Hvitserk are his cellmates. "

"Why should I believe you?"

"Why should I lie to you?"

Enia kept the look of Ivar without expression and this removed something inside Ivar. It is true that his brothers sometimes contradicted him, but none of them did so with the confidence that Enia did. She seemed fearless, and no matter how much Ivar hated her, he could not help but feel a certain attraction to her.

"If you allow me Prince Ivar, Enia is right. You have an army and she has the information you need to win. If we allied the victory would be insured."

"And you are..."

"Jensen, Jensen Landvik."

"Your name is Viking."

"I'm a Viking."

"And why are you with her?" Ivar asked, pointing to Enia, who rolled her eyes.

"I was friends with his father and his mother the queen Muriel of Asturia. I saw her being born and I would follow her to the end of the world." Jensen looked at Enia and she smiled, thanking him his words. "You may now see only the differences, but believe me when I tell you that Enia is the best ally you can wish for."

Ivar was surprised to hear the man's words. His loyalty to the Celtic girl was indisputable. He turned his gaze to Enia, wondering what would make the Viking admire her that much. His men had told him that they had not seen anyone fight the way she did, but it was not all combat, there must be something else. Intrigued by knowing more about it Ivar made a decision.

"You and your people can camp here. It's late so we'll talk first thing in the morning. "

Enia nodded gratefully to the prince and went to tell his group followed by Jensen.

The night had fallen, most of the people were already in their tents sleeping. The fire of the bonfire gave light and heat to the group that was around him. Several men of Enia chatted and laughed beside the Vikings, Ivar watched the flames as he thought about how he could recover his brothers. The figure of Enia arose from the place where she was sitting and went into the forest that was next to the camp while the eyes of the son of Ragnar followed.

"She's going to pray."

Ivar turned at the sound of Jensen's voice at his side. The man pointed to the trunk where Ivar was sitting and he nodded to him, suggesting he could sit down. Jensen, seeing the confusion in Ivar's face continued talking.

"The Celts venerate nature, especially the trees. The yews are the guardians of justice and truthfulness. In that forest there are many yews, that’s why she goes there. Since Nel was captured there has not been a night when Enia missed her date with the gods. "

"I had never heard of the Celts."

"That's because they are a rather modest people. They do not like to intrude, but once you know them it is impossible not to feel one of them. They are peaceful and hospitable people, and as you can see, very friendly." Jensen was pointing to the group of men laughing together. "But no one would ever want to have them as enemies. They talk a lot about the hardness we Vikings have, but the Celts are not far behind either. "

"You named her mother and called her queen."

"So is. Enia and Nel are the last descendants of the Luggon family, is one of the most important families in the Celtic world. His last name Luggon comes from the Celtic God Lug, is the equivalent of our Odin Father of All. Legend has it that God Lug fell in love with a Xana, an aquatic divinity of Celtic mythology, and together they had a mortal son. The Celtic people recognized the beauty and connection with the nature of the xanas and the wisdom and strength of Lug and named him their king. "

"And Enia is a descendant of him ..."

"Yes. The truth is that it is a story that I’ve never believed but every time I see her my doubts as to whether it is truly a story or is reality appear." Ivar was silent for a few seconds processing what Jensen had told him. "Anyway, I do not want to disturb you."

"Wait. I have a question." Jensen sat down next to him and motioned for him to continue speaking. "That kingdom, Asturia... If I remember correctly I saw it on the map of Bjorn, it is in the north of Spain. Was it conquered by the Moors? "

"No." Jensen smiled. "The Asturian people defeated the Moors and thus began the reconquest of Spain."

"So if they are at war, why are they so far from home?"

"My people had a deal with the Christians and they betrayed us." Jensen and Ivar turned when they hear Enia’s voice. She was looking at the man who had seen her being born somewhat annoyed by the fact that he was telling Ivar about her. "They killed my mother in front of me, beheaded my father and forced us to flee like dogs. I like this land but I am not here because it is my desire. "

"Then I suppose that when you recover your brother you will return to revenge their deaths."

"What good would it do? My parents are already dead and I never wanted to reign. The home is where the heart is and my heart is there where my people are. Besides, if the Gods had wanted us never to move, they would have given us roots like the trees, but instead we have feet to walk and a whole world to discover. "

"Now do you understand my doubts?" Jensen whispered to Ivar.

“As you have said, tomorrow we’ll talk about our problem. It’s time to rest now.” Jensen nodded smiling at Enia and walked away from Ivar by her side.

“You don’t have to be that harsh with him.” Spoke Jensen up when they were far enough from Ivar’s hearing.

“The only thing on my mind right now it’s getting Nel back. I do not care about him, we don’t have to be friends.”

Jensen saw Enia entering her tent. She had been distant since her brother was captured and the Viking man understand her worry. She was afraid of losing more people.

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Sickly Love-Alex Høgh Andersen x Reader

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Summary: requesyed by @kaylantus : Awesome! I was wondering if you would do one about Alex? Where you are Marco's younger sister, by like a year, and you have a thing for alex but marco rarley if at all lets you visit the set because you have a very weak imune system so you get sick super easy, nothing terminal. A lot of fluff. Your writing is great by the way 😊😍

Characters: Alex Høgh Andersen x Reader, Marco Ilso x Sister!Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: I don’t really know an actual diagnosis for a weak immune system, but I won’t be going into much detail, some swearing too

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“(Y/N), can you help me with my lines? I want to practice again before filming tomorrow.” Marco shouted to me from his room.

“Coming!” I yelled back, snuggling into my hoodie. 

He was sat cross legged on his bed, his script laid out in front of him. Sitting opposite him, I picked it up, scanning over the lines that weren’t highlighted.

“Hey, don’t read the whole thing!!” He teased, knowing I was a big fan of the show.

“But it’s so tempting!”

“Do you really want spoilers?”

“Yes. Well, no. But I do. But I don’t.” I battled with myself, ending up laughing alongside my brother, until it turned into coughing.

“You feeling sick again?” Concern was expressed on his face, immediately taking on the older brother role.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head.“No, it’s going away. I’m actually feeling really good.”

“Good.”

“Good enough to maybe come along with you to work? And see my friends again as well as be supportive for my brother?” the pitch of my voice got higher as I spoke, flashing a smile at Marco.

“No, you’re not fully recovered.”

I groaned.“Come on Marco, I miss everyone.”

“No, you miss one person.” he smirked, knowing that this would wind me up; he had overheard me talking (or as he said, ‘obsessing’) about our friend and his co-worker, Alex, as I watched an episode with my friend one night. Ever since then, he assumed I had a crush on him, and I kept on denying it, lying to him and myself. 

I scowled.“Would you stop? Look, I’m feeling so much better than usual, and being stuck inside all the time is surely not good for me. Plus, not seeing anyone could be effecting my mental state, which in turn will effect my health, and-”

“OK! OK, I get it. I’ll think about it.”

“Marco, please just say yes. Everyone has been texting and calling, wondering if you’ve locked me up in here.”

“We’ll see how this reading goes, then I’ll give you my answer.”

Later that night as I was getting ready for bed, I heard my phone vibrate, signalling that I had a message. As I picked up my phone, I felt a goofy smile appear on my face once I saw that Alex had text me.

From Alex: Hey stranger :)

He didn’t leave me much to work with. I always felt nervous around him, even though I considered us good friends, especially after all these years working with Marco. I quickly sent back an answer before I thought about it too much.

To Alex: Hi :) I promise I haven’t been ignoring you, just been ill recently :(

Oh no, was that too many emojis? Was I coming off as weird?

From Alex: Are you any better? I miss seeing you round set

He misses me? HE MISSES ME?!

To Alex: I’m actually coming down tomorrow! I’m so excited to see everyone :)

Marco had to let me go now. I couldn’t let Alex down now, could I?

To Alex: And I miss you too of course.

From Alex: Thank god, I don’t think I could stand another day without seeing you.

That text took me by surprise. It was so forward. Did he really mean it? Or was he just teasing? I pretended that he really meant it, knowing he only saw me as his best friend’s sister. Alex was that perfect guy; handsome, funny, talented yet so down to Earth. If you were scrolling through the explore page on Instagram and came across a picture of him, you would instantly think he was a model, and of course follow him. I had to accept that all that I could do was admire from afar, and be a friend.

Making sure I was up early the next day, I did my makeup for the day, before dressing in the outfit I had picked out last night (after a long two hours of debating). As I ate my breakfast, Marco sluggishly walked into the room, his eyes widening as he saw me.

“Why are you up so early?” he asked.

“Because I’m getting ready to go to set with you. You better hurry up, there’s not much time left.” I answered, munching on my cereal.

“I never said you could come.”

“You also didn’t say I couldn’t come.”

He furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head.“Well, seeing as you’re up and ready, I’ll let you come.”

I smiled at him.“Thanks Marco.”

“Just don’t get in Alex’s way today.”

The smile quickly vanished.“Please don’t tease me in front of him, you know I hate it.”

“I’m your big brother, what else am I supposed to do?”

It was still very early in the morning when we left for set. The sun was only just coming up, I was already tired, and I knew how long this day would be. Nevertheless, being on set was exciting. I loved seeing how things worked behind the scenes, as well as seeing my brother doing what he loved. But there were also nerves, making my stomach feel worse; I hadn’t seen anyone in such a long time after falling ill. I hated that my immune system was weak, it stopped me from socialising, making me feel somewhat lonely at times. Marco was great at looking after me, albeit he sometimes mothered me too much; my weak immune system wouldn’t stop me from living my life.

As I followed Marco to his trailer, I screamed as someone from behind swept me off my feet. Laughing as I was set back down, I turned around to see Alex, both of us grinning as we embraced. He was already in his costume for Ivar, minus the braces on his legs.

“Finally, you’re here! Marco, you need to stop locking up your sister.” Alex said as he threw an arm around my shoulder. 

“You know why she can’t come out all the time, I have no choice.” Marco wasn’t always open to people joking about my illness.

“Marco, just relax. Go get ready, I’ll stay with Alex.”

Marco huffed but smiled at us as he went to his trailer. Alex and I held back a laugh before bursting into giggles as he guided me closer to set. Georgia and Ida (Torvi and Margrethe) were up ahead, making me drag Alex towards them. They heard us approaching, only to hug me tightly as they realised that I was visiting today. Being stuck with your older brother was punishment enough, but not seeing your best girlfriends was torturous. Face timing just wasn’t enough, and even when we did, it wouldn’t last long due to my need for rest.

“I didn’t think you would be coming today of all days.” Georgia said.

“What? Why?” I asked, wondering if something important was happening, and that I shouldn’t really be there.

“Because we’re filming a battle scene, up on the hill. It’s going to be freezing, especially since it just rained last night.”

The cold, rain, snow and any other form of awful weather didn’t agree with me. I could easily get colds and coughs lasting for weeks. Stupidly, I hadn’t checked the weather, only bringing a thin coat for protection, though neither had Marco.

“Don’t say a word to Marco. He’ll have me cooped up in his trailer all day!” I begged.

Ida sighed.“But you’ve only just got better.”

“I’ll be fine.” 

We were distracted by one of the directors calling everybody to set, calling out instructions to his whole team. I stayed behind everyone, not wanting to risk ruining the day already. Just as I followed on, Alex called to me, taking off his big coat that he usually wore when he wasn’t filming.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He wrapped the coat around me.“Overheard you guys talking about how bad the weather will be. Have this, I’ll just take someone else’s.”

I smiled, holding onto the coat that was huge on me.“Alex, you don’t have to-”

“Yes I do, otherwise I won’t see you for another three weeks. Look, I’ve gotta go, but promise you’ll be there for all my scenes.?”

“Promise.”

He cheekily smiled before joining the rest of the crowd, being set to work with my brother. Slipping my arms into the coat, I chuckled to myself, looking silly as the coat swallowed me, making me looker smaller than I actually was. Forgetting all my thoughts about the weather, I followed my friends, happy to just be outside. 

As the day went on, I felt free, free from the confines of my bedroom. Some days I was just pure lazy, who didn’t love staying in bed and binge watching TV? But once you did it for weeks on end, it was like an endless cycle, so being able to go outside and enjoy days like this were wonderful. 

There were hundreds of extras lined up either side of the enormous field on top of the hill, the biggest battle in Vikings was about to commence. I sat amongst the directors, watching the acting from the monitors. Seeing all my friends as other people was amazing, I never got over how different they appeared when acting; however, I wasn’t focusing on them for long, feeling the cold creep up on me. I clung on tightly to the coat, beginning to shiver as the wind picked up. No, I had just got better, please don’t make me sick now. But I stayed on, wanting to battle against this weather like the actors before me. 

I hadn’t anticipated how long the scenes would take, sort of wishing that I had wrapped up even more. Trying to not show it, I remained where I was, putting all my attention back on the acting. Time slowed down extremely as I watched scenes be re-shot over and over again, the camera crew having to set up multiple times and costume and make-up tending to every actor. I was too shy and stubborn to speak up, ask if I could make my way back as to not cause disruption.

“Alright guys, that’s a wrap for today! You’ve all been amazing, thank you.” The director said into the megaphone, receiving cheers and hollers as a reply.

I practically leapt into Marco’s trailer when we arrived back. The heat was welcoming as I flopped into a chair, still holding the coat close to me as I relished the warmth. It would be a while until Marco was back, so I closed my eyes, letting all the tension out of my body.

“Sleeping Beauty!” Alex startled me, laughing as he saw me jump. He was out of his costume, now in a hoodie and sweatpants, though he still had fake dirt and blood on his face, as well as the braids in his hair.

“If I’m Sleeping Beauty then you must be the villain, because you’re still a mess.” I pointed out, pushing him away when he tried to hug me.

“Don’t you like me anymore? Why aren’t you hugging me?” 

I giggled, trying as hard as I could to not get any blood or dirt on me. 

He finally stopped leaning on the counter top in front of me.“What did you think of today?”

“You’re a bunch of amateurs I tell you, amateurs!” I dramatically said, waving my arms around like an angry director.

“Please, I really need this job!” Alex begged, playing along with it.

“I’m kidding, as usual, you were all amazing. I can’t wait for the new season.”

“Aw, I love that you’re my biggest fan.”

“Who said I’m your biggest fan?”

“I-I was just-”

I laughed, making him stop talking and groan as he ran his hands over his face out of embarrassment. 

“You’ve smudged everything even more on your face.” I pointed out, grabbing the makeup wipes.“You start taking it off and I’ll work on your hair.”

He took the wipes from me, sitting down in my seat as I stood behind him, starting to work on the braids woven in his thick, long hair. We kept on talking, catching up and discussing the new season. Once his hair was finally free, I subconsciously ran my fingers from them, earning a gasp from Alex; he reached up to hold my hands, his far more warm than my own. 

“Shit, (Y/N) your hands are freezing! Are you feeling OK?” 

“Oh, yeah. It’s just from standing outside for so long.”

“You should have said something, you could get ill again.”

“I’ll be fine, just don’t...” my words trailed off as Marco entered his trailer, seeing Alex and I holding hands.

“What’s going on here?” Marco asked as he slowly closed the door.

“Nothing-”

“(Y/N)’s just a little cold. She didn’t go inside when she should have.” 

“Marco sighed.“I knew I shouldn’t have brought you today.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’ll probably have a small cold or something, that’s all.” I defended myself, annoyed that Alex had told him.

“You always say this, and every time you get worse.”

“Marco, I’m an adult, I did this to myself.”

“Why didn’t you just walk off set-”

“Because I wanted to stay! People get sick all the time, I’m not the only person in the world to come down with a cold. Look, I’m not going to argue anymore, there’s no point. I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Before slamming the door behind me, I grabbed his car keys, storming towards the parking lot, and ignoring the looks from the workers surrounding the place. Although I wanted to say goodbye to my friends, I also didn’t want them asking questions, it would only upset me more. I got in the car, just sitting there as I tried to forget what happened. I hated arguing with anyone, especially my brother, but he was overprotective; and Alex shouldn’t have got involved, even though it was nice to see that he cared. Through the driver’s mirror, I could see Alex approaching the car. He swiftly opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat, his facial expression unreadable. I quickly turned my gaze away as his head lulled to the side.

“(Y/N), please can you look at me?” He asked, sounding sad.

“You shouldn’t have got involved.” I whined, caving in and looking at him. Goddammit, he was just so gorgeous.

“I had to. You’re my friend, and so is Marco, it would be unfair on him if I knew and he didn’t.”

“He doesn’t have to know everything about me. I wish people would stop seeing me as this sick, vulnerable child! Everyone gets ill, I just get it more often than others.”

“I realise that we treat you different because of it. But it’s-”

“Only because you care, I know.”

“(Y/N), please, I’m just trying to say sorry. I hate it when I can’t see you for weeks because you’re ill, and the fact that I can’t help you upset me.”

“Alex,” my voice got quieter, effected by what he said,“I’m touched that you feel that way. But don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“But that’s the thing, I can’t stop. The amount of times I’ve wanted to message you, or personally ask you to go places with me is uncountable; but each time I grow the balls to ask you out, I find out that you’re unwell, and I’d feel like an ass hole if I made you feel like you had to come out instead of resting.”

My heart was beating so loud that it was pounding in my ears, and I could feel myself blushing furiously,“Y-you should have just asked anyway. If I hadn’t been stubborn enough to go out, we could have planned something.”

“Really? I didn’t think you would say yes.”

“I didn’t think you would ask.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds, slowing breaking into smiles. It was a cute, almost romantic moment, until my brother interrupted by knocking on the window harshly. I rolled my eyes, locking the doors before turning back to Alex, drowning out Marco’s complaining from outside.

“What about this weekend?” I implied.

“What?”

“Let’s go somewhere, anywhere. I just need to get out of that apartment.”

He grinned, nodding slightly.“I’ll make a plan then.”

“Better not tell Marco, he really won’t let me go if I’m going on a date with his best friend.”

“Well, he’ll just have to get used to it, because I’m making up for lost time.”

[alexhandersenblog]

Alex Høgh Andersen on the Aftenshowet - Translation

Thu 15.09.2021

So I tried my best to translate what Alex said throughout the show. If there are weird words, sentences… my Danish is very minimum and English is not my first language. I hope it makes some sense (as i should be sleeping and i didn’t prove read) Otherwise feel free to correct me 😄

First part of the show they talked about politics. They didn’t really ask Alex anything in this part.

Then they talked about humor with Jan Gintberg, a Danish comedian…:

I: Alex you nod

Alex: Yes, I completely agree

I: Are you good at laughing?

Alex: A year ago I lost my lovely grandmother. Part of the grieving process was laughing. We shared the wonderful moments we had with her. It's around the hospital bed that I'm telling my last moment with Grandma. It was very healing and essential.

Later on it was about Covid (testing, isolations etc.) and the changes it probably going to bring with it. Like pre-covid people would go to work even if they were sick or didn’t feel well etc. and since Covid that has changed… Interviewer asked Alex if he worked while being sick, if he (pre-covid) considered cancelling work because he was sick:

I: Alex, are you calling Netflix and canceling?

Alex: No, you work there. There is not much to do. It's for better or worse, but mostly for worse. Creative jobs there is not so much… I have worked sick many times. I'll probably keep doing that. I may well put my foot down next time. It's hard to say no when there are 200 extras.

Around 32 min. they gave a little teaser (showing footage from Vikings)

“Alex Hogh Andersen has folded his folds.

But for many years he has had a special way of clearing his head and now it has to be shown to the audience.

What it is about, you will get the answer in a little while.”

They talked about LEGO with Jens Andersen. Interviewer asked what Alex thinks about LEGO.

I: What is your relationship to the pieces?

Alex: I love it. I grew up with it and I am a ‘playboy’ (this probably means he makes things with LEGO, i think) too. It is creation, to get children to create. It's immersion. I can get completely psyched because I feel like buying a DKK 7000 expensive Star Wars bass. Then you sit and concentrate on it in this fast-paced world.

Jens: If you can make it in one day, you have broken the world record.

Alex: Watch me, watch me…

Alex’s part in the show (44 min.)

I: Alex Høgh Andersen, this is how we know you, as an actor and especially for your role in the international hit series ‘Vikings’, as Ivar The Boneless. But now you are locking us into your personal free space for the first time. You are ready with your very own solo exhibition of photographs. You've been photographing since you were a teenager. How did it start?

Alex: Is that not a privilege? It's huge. I'll be varnishing tomorrow. I started as a teenager. My little sister got an SLR camera, which I borrowed.

Later I bought myself one. I have always been very visually oriented. I love cameras. Sometimes I'm in front of it sometimes behind. On a set like ‘Vikings’, it's cool to have one and photograph the extras.

I: What free space is there?

Alex: It happens, just like with LEGO, that you only bet on one thing. Then you think about making the best picture. It's immersion. And it's good on a fine set where there's a lot of waiting time. It's cool just to photograph some extras.

Jan: I'm more interested in what you turn most to photography…?

Alex: Thanks. I have a natural interest in people.

I: Shall we look at some pictures? Here is one you have selected.

Alex: It's a sled dog grabbing some food. It's the owners' son next door. It was an experience to be out on a dog sled and meet some people who live in Kiruna in northern Sweden. They have nothing but a dog, and so they fish. I think that's a nice contrast.

I: We need to see a picture you took on the TV series.

Alex: A lot happens on a set like ‘Vikings’. It's one of my good friends with an army in the background of fire next door. It was about Marco and not about me.

I: We're just about to see a portrait.

Alex: It's an extra called Chili. I think they are amazing, the extras. They create the whole universe. They make us look sharp. That picture was sold for over DKK 20,000.

Jens: These are some cool pictures. Isn't it a problem that you run around and take pictures on sets?

Alex: Yes, you have to be friends with people. We are privileged as actors.

I: Did you get reactions?

Alex: No, not on Vikings. I've shot 51 episodes. It was also free PR for them.

I: Alex, put just one word on having to go beyond the ramp. (on having a solo exhibition)

Alex: I shit green pigs (probably a Danish saying for I’m going to shit my pants or something)

Jan: You do not do that. It’s just something you say. (he tried to be funny I guess)

Alex: Thanks.

[heavenblazzer]

I posted a little something on my ao3. So please, give it some love 💘

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28580937

[imaginesmai]

Alex Hogh-Good boy

Requested by anon, hope you like it! It’s the first time I write something like this, thanks for the challenge. 

Plot: Alex has been a naughty boy and he needs to earn his reward. 

Warnings: well. NSFW. Smut. Sex. Sub!Alex and dom!reader, praising, oral (f and m), teasing and overstimulation

Alex’s neck flexed as you wrapped your fingers in his long black hair and pulled, his eyes flashing with a combination of lust and aggression as you force his head back. You knew that it was only a facade; as soon as you were behind closed doors, he would be in his knees for you. He swallowed hard when you raised a brow at his changeling eyes, his Adam’s apple pushing out against the strained muscle. You leaned forward, letting the tip of your tongue slip out to trace a hot wet line up the tendon of his neck. His pulse raced under it, blood flushing the skin of his throat. Alex grunted and tilted his head to the side, opening up a greater access to his throat  for you.

“You think you deserve that, baby?” you whispered against his neck. Around you, the sounds of the club seemed distant, and you couldn’t even recognise the songs any more. All you could think was about the precious boy you had melting between your arms.

“Y-yeah.”

“Oh, yes?” you raised your head and looked at his blushing face. “After the little stunt you had put up with the bartender?”

No more than fifteen minutes ago, you had been trying to get a drink for your friends and you. The pub was crowded, everyone was pushing to get what they wanted and the blonde woman who was on duty only payed attention to some people. Mostly attractive men who held a flirty attitude with her. Like your boyfriend.

Worried by your absence, Alex had gone looking for you. He had seen the situation, evaluated it and, with a tricky smirk, called for the girl. She had been by your side in two seconds, showing her cleavage to you. Your cheeks had become red with anger and jealousy as your boyfriend played her game; he asked for the drinks with a cute smile, followed her lead and left her with her mouth hanging open when he gave you the drinks and kissed your lips. Still, he knew what he was getting himself into.

“Please” he almost whimpered. Your eyes narrowed and you yanked his hair back once more, being just a tiny bit of too rough.

Your legs were resting on his lap, while you embraced his shoulder with your arms. And it was the perfect position; because you could cover the bulge that was growing in your boyfriend’s crotch.

“You’ve been such a bad boy, Alex” you purred, tracing his cheek with your hand. He looked at you with pleading eyes, knowing that you had absolute control over him. “I should make you stain your pants just like a teenage horny boy, right?”

You latched your lips with his neck and sucked a dark mark into the base of his throat, where it met his clavicle. He groaned as you pulled away, and looked around to make sure no one was looking your way.

“But I feel generous” you smile softly. “We’re going home, okay, baby?”

“Thank God” he sighed, and let his head rest against the comfortable couch you were sitting it.

“Not so fast” you gripped his chin and made him look at you again. “Wait until we’re somewhere quiet, I’m going to ruin you.”

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He had never been so anxious in his life. Sitting on your couch, right where you had left him five minutes ago, with a painful boner and incredible naughty thoughts running through his mind. For a few months, your sex life had been… different. Neither of you were enjoying it to the fullest, until you pinned him down during a make out session and he became a bubbling mess. You taking control had been his hidden kink, he loved seeing you on the top of him; praising him, making him beg, teasing him.

The worst part was the waiting. Not knowing if there were going to be ropes, blindfold, vibrators. Whatever it was, he was ready for it. Your soft voice calling his name made him get up in a hurry and run towards your shared bedroom. He nearly knocked out two pots, but the sight was worthy. In his tight jeans, he could feel his cock hardening with interest.

You were leaning against the dresser, wearing a lingerie set that Alex had never seen on you before. It was already his favourite. Black, with a little bit of lace, the material hugging your body like no other. Your legs were encased in a pair of thigh highs, the dark red lipstick you had chosen that night making him want to kiss you senseless. With your permission, of course.

“Damn” he let out a loud moan, resisting the urge of palming himself through his pants. He had done before and, that night, he really wanted to cum.

“Hey, baby” you said, a mischievous smile on your lips. “What do you think?”

“I-you look stunning, peach” he stuttered. You sauntered over to where he was standing petrified, your hips moving seductively. Alex’s breath caught in his throat when you stopped in front of him.

Slowly, you gripped the wrist that was inching slowly towards his cock, and put it back to its place. You moved your hand up until it reached his neck, and pulled him closer so that your breath hit his mouth. He did not move, and you smiled in appreciation. Meanwhile, your nails started to make small circles around his nipples through the shirt.

“Are you going to be my good boy today, baby?”

Alex inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. Oh, he wanted-no, he craved it; he needed it so back that he was shaking with excitement. Eyes still closed, he jerked his head in a stiff nod. Not hearing any answer, he opened up one eye to see you looking at him with your mouth pursed.

“Yeah” he gasped, both eyes open. “Yes, I want-I’ll be good for you. Please, Y/N.”

He felt his cheeks burning with shame, and lust, at the admission. Your lips drew up in a smile, eyes holding his as his pupils dilated. Swiping the tip of your tongue over your lips, you pressed them to his and brought both of your hands to cradle his face. You traced the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue, and he immediately opened to you, letting you lick into his mouth and swallowing the soft moan that wanted to escape him.

Shaky hands tried to touch your hips, to feel your warm skin against his fingers. When they did, he was met with a harsh bit against his bottom lip. It was not painful; nothing of what you did to him was, but served as a warning. Still, when you teared apart, he saw the faint shadow of worry and concern as you looked at him. Alex nodded softly, his heart jumping in his chest at your gesture.

“Have I given you permission to touch me?” you raised a brow. Your hand went down, lifted his shirt, and started to trace his abs and navel, playing with the small pubic hair he had there.

“N-no” he breathed out. Your hands reached the hem of his boxers and started messing with it, rubbing the fabric against his cock. There wasn’t much space between his trousers and boxers, but that only made the pressure better.

“Do I have to tie you up, baby?” you faked a pout while Alex’s eyes widened.

Last time you tied him up, he ended with tears on his eyes and blue balls. Not being able to touch you had been, by far, the worst punishment he had ever had. Alex liked to run his hands through your back, hug your hips and palm your breast. He shook his head a few times, hearing you mutter a quick good before pressing your lips against him again.

One of your fingers slipped into the waistband and ran by the length of his engorged cock, that throbbed against your touch. You broke up the kiss but kept your lips close to his, so that he felt every word you spoke.

“Off” you ordered him. “Then, on the bed, on your back and hands over your head.”

Alex scrambled away to obey, nearly tripping over his feet. He got rid of the shirt, pants and finally the boxers. You watched with a fond smile as he fumbled with his socks sitting on the bed, muttering under his breath. When you reached the end of the bed, he was already in the position you had told him too, his cock standing tall and gorgeous.

“This is for the girl in the bar” you explained as you climbed in bed with him. “I don’t like people looking at what it’s mine”

A soft-looking red cord was hanging from your right hand, and you placed it against his wrists. He looked at you with desperation as you tied him up to the headboard. Alex knew better than to talk back to you; after all, that was probably his intention since the moment he saw you having troubles getting the drinks. Jealous sex was his favourite.

His spine tingled at your penetrating glare, and he nodded fervently to show you that he had understood; he was going to be good. Before the real fun, however, could start, you dropped the act and kissed his lips softly.

“Hey, I love you” you said. “Safe word?”

“Red” he smiled. “I’m not using it, I’m sure. I trust you, peach”

You gave him one last sweet smile before finishing the knot of his wrists. You loved to have the control in bed, and you loved teasing Alex until he had tears streaming down his face. But if you loved that, was because you knew that he loved it more than you. Before every time you two got intimate, you made sure to check that he was comfortable, knew that you loved him and that you could stop if he felt like it.

“Now, baby” you smirked, as you trailed your fingers down his torso. “I’m gonna suck your cock. Suck, lick, kiss, whatever I want to. But, you can’t come without my permission, alright?”

Permission, that’s the word Alex loved the most. His cock jerked in anticipation, and his eyes fluttered shut as he licked his lips. Your cold fingers against his warm skin had him shaking his wrist against the ropes.

“Jus-Just go for it, Y/N” he moaned.

You started by placing kisses along his right side, tickling him until he let out a small chuckle. Laughs were a must do in your relationship. Then, you placed your mouth on the insides of his thigh, purposefully ignoring his straining erection. Alex’s breath came out in quick pants as you drew closer to where he needed you the most. He let out a loud moan when your tongue finally grazed the base of his cock, whining in frustration when you moved away. Repeating the process a few times -kissing, nipping, licking an sucking on his thighs, base and belly-, had him begging with quiet whimpers.

“You want something?”

“Please, please, God, please” Alex cried out. “I need-I need-“

“Be vocal, baby”

“Damnit peach” he groaned, moving his hands impatiently against the rope. “Just put your mouth on my dick”

Usually, Alex had a hard time dirty talking to you, and before he did it he became a blushing mess; that time, he didn’t have any problem, and you laughed at that. Finally, you put your mouth on his sensitive tip for a fleeting moment, and he stopped breathing. He thrusted his hips into your face while breathing curses under his breath.

A hoarse sob left his throat when you wrapped your mouth around him, and swallowed in practise. You bobbed your head up and down, moving your head in all the right positions, that had him crying in five seconds. You hollowed your cheeks around him, and cupped his balls with your hands. The sudden transition from having nothing to suddenly being engulfed by the warmth of your mouth brought Alex right to the edge.

The sensation had him sobbing in frustration; almost unbearably painful, but what he would get later made up for that.

“Good boy” you praised him. “You’re taking it so, so well. I’m so proud of you baby.”

Two more times, you brought Alex to the brink of the orgasm, only to stop short when his breathing became too elaborated. Each time, it took you less and less to do it.

He felt as if he was floating, experiencing a new realm of existence. Distantly, he heard himself sobbing, grunting, pleading and crying for you to let him come. His hips jerked involuntary, and his chest was tight. Incoherent words left his lips every now and then, and you shut them with praises and encouragement; the only thing he was aware from was that he needed your permission to come, to be a good boy for you.

His begging of letting him come was cut short when you teared apart from his dick and wiped your mouth, cleaning the drool and precum.

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes!” Alex lifted his head to look at you, tears on his cheeks. “Please, yes, yes, I’ve-I’ll be a good boy. Let me, please Y/N, I need-“

“You’ll have to earn it”

You rose up from the bed and, slowly, placed one hand on each hip and got rid of the special panties you had chosen for the occasion. Alex’s eyes were fixed on your pussy, glistening from his begs and desperation. And damn, if he had to earn it down there, it would feel more like a reward itself. Walking towards where he was tied, you got rid of the rope and rubbed his sore waist. After a worried glance and a short nod, you went back to your place.

“On the floor and on your knees, baby” you purred.

In no time Alex had one hand on either of your thighs and was looking at your pussy as if it was the last meal on Earth, while you were propping up on the bed with your legs spread wide. Alex tested the waters, and slowly trailed his lips down your stomach, leaving a moist trail of wet licks and kisses in his wake as you watched his descent.

“So pretty on your knees” you felt a rush of heat in your core. “Come on, baby, show me how bad you want to come.”

His only reply was to grasp the end of your thigh highs with his teeth, look up at you and plead for permission to continue. If you let him, you knew he would be making you see the stars;, you nodded. Your breath caught in your throat as he dragged the garment off of you inch by inch. When the silky fabric was down around your ankles, he did the same with the other one, and helped you to take them completely off.

Before he had a chance to stand, you draped your leg over his shoulder and pulled him closer, until his nose made contact with your wet sex. You felt the soft breath of his laugh on your core, and you closed your eyes in pleasure. Gripping his hair firmly, you guided his mouth towards your aching clit and let him do his job.

Alex gave it a few kitten licks and surged forward. He knew that teasing you was out of reach if he wanted to come that night, so his tongue went straight to your clit. You began to thrust your hips as he moved down and began spearing his tongue into you, fucking you with it. One of his hands came up and he rubbed his thumb over your clit, the need of making you cum and feel good printed in the back of his mind. Hard and fast circles had you shaking with need, and he knew better than to stop it.

“Make me cum, baby” you whisper and caressed his long hair. “Make me cum and you’ll too, alright?”

His other hand came up and latched with your hip, dragging you forward as your hand tightened in his hair. Shortly after, his thumb joined his tongue, searching for your g-spot; he found it, like always. He held it there as you felt apart, your orgasm sudden and bright. You trembled against him as he continued to eat you out until you had to pull away, your sex sensitive and pulsing. His mouth, shinny with your slick, and his eyes, pupils blown, begged you just one thing.

And how could you say no to your good boy?

“Have you been a good boy?” & “Wait until we’re somewhere quiet, I’m going to ruin you.” From my prompt list Smut

Want to know more about me? Here is my Masterlist! Feedback is always appreciated!!

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Masterlist

As of 22 May 2021

SERIES

Draco Malfoy

Rovinarmi One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Epilogue 

Capiscimi Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten,                   Eleven, Epilogue

SEBASTIAN STAN

Lust for Life Groupie Love (But they will never love you as much as I do) (INDEFINITELY ON HIATUS)

IVAR THE BONELESS

Hold Me Close Through The Long & Terrible Night  Prologue 

WINTERBONELESS

Vibes One, Two, Three, Four, Five (COMPLETED)

BUCKY BARNES

Three Words One, Two

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES

LOKI

Memories

ELIJAH MIKAELSON

Haunted

Siren’s Song

Little Devil

EDWARD KENWAY

Sing Me A Song (Modern AU)

BUCKY BARNES

The Five Times Bucky Was Seduced

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Ангел

Lie With Me

Just One

DAYTON WHITE

Gravity

ALEX HOGH ANDERSEN

Hickeys

IVAR THE BONELESS

Dusk Til Dawn  Extended Ending