#ivar x emery

[northernxstories]

“Well I’ll be damned.” Ivar muttered as he tugged open the back of the rusty, ancient truck. It had run off the road and the driver had died in the apparent collision. They had spotted it from some distance off. The ride in was slow, preferring to ensure none of the dead that walked gave them any trouble.  Les morts mangeurs or so they were called by the French scientist who discovered them. Over time they were just called Mangeurs, with loosely translated to the “eaters”, and while they decayed within a few weeks of animation, their infection rate was high, creating cascading waves of death.

Now, two years after their discovery, the Mangeurs had left in their wake another catastrophe, a systematic depletion of women. There were many theories as to why this was the case but the reasons scarcely mattered any longer. For every one woman there were at least two dozen men who would much prefer a woman. Men who preferred men were excluded from the statistic as not particularly relevant.

One of the men who rode with Ivar put the pinned driver out of his mercy as Ivar rode around to the back of the vehicle. He was hoping for some supplies. Food, paper products, hell even things like yarn, sewing needles and books would be intoxicating treats for their small community. He popped it open and then stared in some shock. 

“Holy shit.” 

The old truck’s cargo hold was lined with cages and inside each one was a bound woman. The larger communities near the coast had declared females as property almost a year ago now. The West though, well, it lived up to its name. Each community decided for itself and Ivar’s was particularly strict. He stopped in front of one cage and the girl inside stared at him with wild blue eyes, a gag between her lips. None of the rest of them were gagged. She was clearly trouble. 

She was his.

“Ivar?” another man stated from the entry.

“Pick out any you want. I’m taking this one. The rest we’ll release. They can come with us and be claimed or go their own way as it pleases them.”

“What? We shouldn’t let any go. That’s fucki....”

“Shut up.” Ivar interrupted. “Or I won’t let you have any.”

The man’s lips pinched shut and he started walking through the line, pinching thighs and tweeting on bared breasts. Ivar could get less, his eyes were on her and her wild flashing eyes. He tugged the gag from between her lips and let it fall, the ball resting against her throat like an obscene collar. 

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[naughtyxstories]

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The annual hunt was upon them. Ivar loved this time of year. Although he had not had good luck the last five years. His eldest brother had the most history of good luck, to the point that he kept the prior year’s female and was not participating this year. Instead he was home, with his very round omega, their pups due early in the next year. 

The trick was multifold. First, each young male was allowed to select a key from a sack. This key would fit the chastity belt of one omega, although there were over a dozen in the hunt. You would only be able to open the belt of one female, who could be identified by the scent on the strip of cloth attached to the key. That was the young Alpha’s sole clue. 

The females had the advantage of an hour’s head start, good shoes and the fact that the male could follow the wrong scent. By morning, the bells would ring, the omega would return to the main building, have the belt removed and receive a shot to relieve the suffering of the heat. As a disadvantage, the female could not transform into her wolf shape, although the male could hunt in both, as it pleased him. Although it was challenging to bring gear like food, clothing and blankets in wolf shape so it was always a toss-up. 

Ivar withdrew the simple golden key and lifted the strip of cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent had a niggling familiarity but he couldn’t place it. Lust coursed through him as he breathed in her scent. By the new year, he would have a mate. He was sure of it. This was his year.

[justxaxstory]

Based on THIS PLOT

The hunt was declared on a small community of human beings in a territory that had many such pockets of humanity. This particular community had a disproportionate number of young and fairly healthy females, at least from initial tracking and observation. Ivar had selected a particularly beautiful candidate. The ground was a wasteland, with very little greenery so he was astonished she was so healthy in appearance. It was impossible to tell if she was fertile but she would make a beautiful toy.

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[justxalphaxtails]

🐾 - The Hunt || Emery & Ivar

Running in this form was so much damn work. But to shift would break the rules and he would be disqualified from the Hunt for the year. This year he was determined to catch a female of his own. Their community was profoundly segregated, with the Omegas kept isolated within their own community. The Betas and Alphas lived in the Town. This was his chance, another opportunity may not present itself for several years. Ivar was not a patient man. He had no intention of waiting years for a mate. He pushed through the underbrush and came to a stop on a small rise. Pausing, he tipped his head into the breeze, trying to catch her scent. Ah .... there it was. She was close now.

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[northernxmuses]

🎄  ||  2nd Day of Christmas

General Idea: 12 days of starters based on Christmas Themes & other players could sign up and request one of my muses and a theme. Christmas theme starters have priority until January 31st.

Theme: Snowstorm

Starter for: Emery @emeryfleming

My Muse: Ivar Ragnarsson

Inspiration Image: HERE

No one ever paid attention when the snow fell, when the world grew quiet and isolated from one another. She was just like the others. Not paying attention. Going about her business. She didn’t even lock her door when she went out to shovel the driveway. He hid in the attic until the blizzard came, killing the power to the pretty little farmhouse. The wood-burning stove kept the house warm. As night fell, he crept out and strolled through the house as she slept. So beautiful in the quiet of the little house. He bolted each door and slid a wedge of wood into each window. Then he waited until the dawn broke, waited for the games to begin.

[thexnaughtyxstories]

tsk tsk tsk ... silly emery

💀- for my muse to harm your muse or threatened in a serious manner

They brought her in, a struggling creature, more wild animal than human girl. She was still now. Watchful. Her hands were bound above her head, her feet barely touching the floor, as she kept Ivar in her sights. He picked up the thin blade and tapped it against his palm. “I told you what would happen if you ran. Now I must scar you ... does this serve either of us? This defiance? This behaviour? But I must do what I must do... A man who does not follow through is no man at all.” He moved toward her, his gaze raking over her face, as he continued, “Shall I take one of your eyes? Would that help you see?”  

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[justxaxstory]

the battle continues

The ship swayed and then shifted again as the winds tugged the ship onward. It was dark. No moon lit their way tonight. That was their trick this night. They usually arrived in full moonlight ... to the island that possessed the bounty they sought. But those that resided in the village of Freya had figured out their ways, leading to less and less return for each raid. This time they were trying something new. Ivar lifted a hand and touched his cheek. The edge of the scar from his last visit met coarse fingertips as he contemplated the dark waters ahead, his eyes scanning the horizon.

No one knew how the legend of Freya’s island had come to be. Only women lived there. The village at its heart while its boundaries and deep forests held game and other sources of sustenance. Gardens and fishing provided the rest. For other things ... well, that was where the games came in. The Hunts. For any male on the island had one day upon its shores. One day only. To capture the game of his choice - a young woman. There were many on the island. But if during the Hunt, the prey found herself safely within the bounds of the village, she was spared. No male could cross it or even his own men would turn on him and slit his throat. The Gods themselves were said to defend Freya’s village and no one wanted to spit in the eye of the Gods. At the end of the Hunt, there was an accounting, where their captured quarry were presented to the Elders and acknowledged as claimed. At that time, a young maiden may choose to join her captured sisters, selecting a warrior of her own. Those claims were acknowledged as well.

Ivar had one quarry in mind and no other would satisfy. The last time they tangled, she downed him, slit his cheek but left him alive. A constant reminder. She had been careful, marring neither his eye or his nose, as was her right as the victor in the fight. For some reason that made no sense to any other, this act of mercy persuaded Ivar that she was to be his and this time, he would succeed or die in the effort. A noble death to be sure. For only her blade in his heart would stop him now.

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[justxaxstory]

Found Property || Emery

Based on this plot.

The brothers had been watching the sky crackle for the last hour. They weren’t sure what it meant. It wasn’t a storm. Lighting was not usually shades of pink and lavender. It was bizarre to say the least. The homestead was on lock down and they put away the animals into the large barn, just in case. The valley they defended was well-guarded. The rest of their small community had followed their lead, as usual. Ivar growled, low and frustrated. He had been hoping to go to the trading auction the next day. Rumour has it that Lindstrom was coming with a set of twins he ‘bought’. The brothers had their doubts. Lindstrom was known more for his raids than his purchases. Regardless. Twins spoke of fertility and riches. If they could get just one, they could wait a few years until she was old enough to be bred. 

It was with these thoughts that the male headed back into the field to look for one of the lambs that had gotten astray. He found the lamb all right. The creature had curled up with a woman. A WOMAN! Just laying on the dirty in what appeared to be sleep. Touching her shoulder lightly, he nudged her. “Are you all right? Who do you belong to?” This seemed impossible. There were no brands or tattoos on her face, no marks to indicate her ownership or chain of possession. How was that possible? Where the hell had she come from?

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