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"Consider Him Wooed": A Holiday Vikings Imagine: Ivar x Plus Size Reader

Vikings Holiday Imagine

Ivar the Boneless, Ivar Ragnarsson

Ivar x Plus Size Reader, PS Reader, Reader

Yule Imagine

Use of Y/N because ya’ll already know if I make a full character, we’ll all be lucky to see this by next holiday season. So Y/N it is. Fem identifying reader because, listen, I just love women, ok?

Warnings? Uh, it’s Vikings? That’s enough of a warning.

If you’re under 18, hit the bricks. I love you but get out. Saying this with as much love as I can muster… go away and come back in a few years.

……

Kattegat was certainly cold during the season of Yule.

At times, cold enough that it seemed to cut to the bone.

However, there was a sense of merriment in the air given the season festivities.

Even the merriest of folk could not seem to brighten the spirits of Ivar.

In all fairness, the cold worsened the pain of his affliction and therefore his usual sour mood was pretty much rancid at this point.

Everyone seemed to steer clear of him and though he’d sooner cut out his own tongue than admit it… the sudden loneliness only added to his frigid attitude.

However, as luck would have it, his mood was easily brightened by the arrival of a certain woman.

Y/N was undoubtedly Ivar’s favorite person in the world.

Period.

It didn’t even matter that he’d yet to see the entire world or meet all of its inhabitants.

She was his favorite and that was that.

Anyone who got within the general vicinity of him when she was near could see that.

Long gone was that surly expression and the permanent frown.

When he smiled it was full of happiness instead of the usual taunting smirk or straight hysterical laughter.

No.

Not with Y/N.

With her, it was a true smile.

She could make him look at her in the softest of ways and laugh with the fullest, richest tones of joy.

The pair of them were opposites in so many ways.

Ivar was toned and muscular while Y/N was soft and squishy.

Save for his legs and even in that area she was his opposite with her strong yet soft cushiony thighs.

Ivar had been born of chaos and determined for war despite being told all his life that it would only kill him.

Y/N had been sought after for her beauty and her solid frame.

A fine wife or shield maiden she would’ve made but instead she’d chose to be a shepherd.

A damn good one at that.

Many a men had lost their life thinking they would simply take from the soft little shepherdess only to find out that she was a bit of a wolf in sheep’s clothing herself.

Her pretty clothes made from yarn of wool and round features served as a wonderful disguise for the Hel’s Maiden that resided beneath them.

That duality had been what had drawn Ivar in in the first place.

She had sweetness and spice… a mixture that intoxicated Ivar since the moment he’d met her.

“Ivar, darling, what’s got you in such a good mood?”

The woman in question seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“What?” he asked, those piercing eyes of his flicking up to her soft face.

He did love her face. The fullness of her cheeks. The roundness of her chin.

She always looked so lovely to him.

Soft, inviting, warm…

“Ivar….” her voice was teasing him.

He recognized the lilt of amusement and the curl to her mouth.

“I’m sorry, love. What did you say?” he said, fingers reaching for the tie of her apron to draw her near.

The attraction was clear between the two of them… to everyone BUT the two of them.

And much to the annoyance of everyone but the two of them…

She laughed softly, letting him draw her near.

Ivar had always been touchy with her and she’d never minded.

Ivar, for all his wildness, had always been incredibly gentle with her.

“I asked you what had you in such a good mood. You’ve been smiling for quite some time. I don’t think you even registered me standing here for most of it.” she giggled.

He grinned, despite himself.

He loved the sound of her laugh.

Always had.

“Oh, it was nothing.” he lied.

In truth, it was everything.

She gave him a look, nothing short of suspicion but he only smiled in the way that the both of them knew meant she would let it go.

Because it was Ivar and she admittedly had a soft spot for him.

“Fine.” she shrugged. “It’s not why I’ve come anyway.”

“Oh?” he asked, drawing her a little closer than was appropriate truthfully.

At her soft questioning gaze he quietly muttered, “It’s colder today. Legs are hurting a bit more.”

It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the entire truth either.

He just wanted to hold her.

“Well, I’m sorry you’re hurting, darling but I also think you’ll find my plans a bit more enticing today because of it.” she said, a coy little glimmer in her eye.

He lifted a brow at her, “And what are these plans that you plan to rope me into?”

“I’m not roping you into anything, dearest.” she said. “You have a choice.”

“Out with it, Y/N.” he chuckled.

“Well, as Yule is rapidly approaching…”

“Mmm hmm.”

“And I know things will be busy…”

“Yes…”

“And you’ll have things with your family and me with mine…”

“Uh huh…”

“And I’ll also have to set up more during the market since people will be wanting to get their presents for Yule and all…”

“Y/N.”

“And it seems an awful shame that we might not have any time together over the seasonal celebrations…”

“Y/N, my sweet, though my patience with you is pretty endless…. you are wearing it thin.” he warned but that twinkle in his eyes, curl of his lips and laughter to his voice betrayed him.

Sort of.

“Well, I was thinking that if you weren’t busy you might come and stay with me at my home for a few days before all the business starts up for the both of us.” she said finally meeting those blue eyes of his that had widened substantially.

He would love nothing more… but he also did not intend to pick a fight with her father.

“And your Da would be alright with this?” he asked.

“It is my own home, Ivar! I do not require permission as to who I invite in it!” she said, disgruntled at the very suggestion.

“Her Da would be more than alright with it.”

The pair of them looked to the voice to see her adoptive father poking his head around the corner.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him.

“What?” the man questioned.

She narrowed her eyes further, almost into slits to convey her message.

“Oh aye! You listen, ye banshee! You insisted on moving off to nowhere with ye wee sheep and no one else! It’s in a father’s nature to worry about his child. And if a strapping man should wish to keep the company of mah wild wee babe…and a prince no less…I support it! And I’m proud of it!”

“Da, how many ales have you had already?” she sighed.

“I don’t think it’s ale he’s been drinking, love.” Ivar laughed.

She pinched the bridge of her cute nose as her uncle dragged her father off in the direction of his own home, likely to put him to bed.

Thankfully.

Ivar smiled again, eyes soft at the sight of her.

“I’m happy to be a guest in your home by the way.” he said. “If the offer still stands.”

“Oh, it definitely still stands.” she said. “I’ve prepared enough food for us to stay in there a week and not have to leave for anything but checking on mah sheep.”

Ivar bit his lip as he knew all to well not to point out that she picked up her father’s accent a bit more when she was flustered and irritated.

That would only serve to fluster and irritate her more and while he did love the fire in her eyes…. he’d much rather stay in her good graces.

“The point is, I am inviting you to spend some festive seasonal time with, dearest Ivar, and should you choose to accept the company of me and my sheep… you don’t have to leave the nice cozy little home full of delicious food, the best blankets of the finest wool, if I do say so myself, and truthfully the warmest, best smelling fire around because I may be a heathen but I understand that if you burn herbs in your fireplace your home will smell amazing. And that’s important for me, Ivar. I work with sheep. Lovely little darlings but they can smell sometimes.” she ranted.

Ivar was fighting his smile as he could practically feel the heat rolling off her.

“I would love to.” he said, reiterating what he had already confirmed earlier but apparently she was so flustered she'd already forgotten.

It was cute if not a little concerning at times.

“And you needn’t worry about Hvitserk because he’s already been bribed by a basket of goodies that should keep him busy for at least a week.” she continued clearly not having even heard him.

“I think you underestimate Hvitserk’s appetite.”

“I think you underestimate my knowledge of you and your brothers. There is a honey butter in there that has fruit soaked in mead to go with freshly baked bread. There is also a jar of aforementioned mead soaked fruits. Knowing him he will eat them all like the gluttonous little pig that he is and be too drunk to move until the morrow .”

“You’re a wicked thing aren’t you?” Ivar teased, tugging her closer, pressing her side into his chest and inhaling the scent of her.

“I’m a cunning thing, Ivar. There’s a difference.” she said prissily.

“Oh?” Ivar said, playing along. “Tell me, cunning woman. Why is it that you’ve bribed my brother with a basket of treats then?”

“Because, Ivar, if I didn’t the moment he became bored he would seek you out to annoy you. As you would be with me, this would lead him to annoying me. And more importantly he would further annoy me by eating up all the delicious treats, putting his muddy boots upon my rugs and laying his body, painted with who knows who’s cum, all over my bed. And then I’ll have to kill him. And he’s your brother so that would be terribly inconvenient to have that between us as during this time when I had planned to tell you my feelings for you and this would ruin the whole thing and-” she suddenly stopped her rant and timidly looked at him.

Ivar caught her gaze, confusion coloring his as this was the first time she actually looked scared of him.

“You can’t possibly think that I would be anything other than completely thrilled with this news. Because if there is one doubt swirling in that pretty head of yours that I don’t share this connection, please let me lay it to rest, love.”

She blinked.

And then again.

Ivar’s brows furrowed as he watched those eyes that he so adored well with tears.

“Sweetness, what’s wrong?” he said, drawing her face close to his.

“I had a plan, Ivar. It was supposed to be perfect and festive and full of all the magic of yule. I had all your favorite things and I went to such lengths and now I’ve gone and ruined it!” she said, the tears finally spilling over.

Ivar sighed.

This woman.

She was one of the toughest people he’d ever met in his life and therefore he knew that if she was crying it was probably a mixture of exhaustion, embarrassment and frustration.

He fought so hard not to laugh as he tucked her face under his chin.

She was so upset and she’d put in so much effort.

While it was sweet, he was just as elated with this.

All he’d ever wanted was to hear that she shared his feelings.

He’d felt like he’d had a good idea at times but Y/N could be confusing.

Her duality had his head spinning so he’d always felt a little unsure in telling her.

The time of doubt and indecision had been closing on his part and he’d planned to tell her soon.

She’d just beaten him to it.

And apparently, had full intentions of wooing him.

Consider him wooed.

“Sweetheart?” he spoke to her gently only to receive a sniffle in response. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry that it didn’t go as you’d planned. It’s obvious that you’ve put a lot of work into this. However, I think you’re missing an opportunity here.”

She lifted her face to look at him in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“Well, seeing as how we’re both clearly mad for one another… I say we use this little adventure as a time for celebrating our new relationship.” he said.

There was an impish tone to his voice and a smirk on his lips but Y/N spotted that softness in his eyes.

It was one of the many, many reasons why she loved him.

He was always so gentle with her.

In their world of brutality and wildness… he had always made sure that they had space to be soft and gentle with one another.

And that was a rarity and a privilege when it came to Ivar.

She sniffed once more, “I love you. Those are the words that I wanted to tell you. I love you and I just want to show you how much you mean to me.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” he said. “And I look forward to a week alone with my new love who also happens to be my old love. I think you might’ve been my only love really. Truly anyways.”

“Blessed Yule, Ivar.”

“Blessed Yule, sweetheart.”

And the two of them made their way to Y/N’s humble home and were not seen for a week … or so.

At which point, Ubbe informed her to NEVER give Hvitserk those fruits again.

Apparently, he streaked through Kattegat for so long that he nearly gave himself frostbite on his dick… and several of the women wept at the idea of Hvitserk’s appendage being out of commission.

Y/N, disgusted at the thought of a naked Hvitserk, swore to never give them to him again… as long as Ubbe NEVER EVER spoke of it for the rest of her life.

…..

Hello, loves! I hope you enjoy this holiday content!

Hope ya’ll are having a great day!

Love you.

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