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QUALIFYING ROUND: 110th Tilt

Prince Jingim, Marco Polo (2014) VS. Ragnar Lothbrok, Vikings (2013-2020)

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Prince Jingim, Marco Polo (2014) Portrayed by: Remy Hii

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Ragnar Lothbrok, Vikings (2013-2020) Portrayed by: Travis Fimmel

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[writingindarkness]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Vikings (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Athelstan/Ragnar Lothbrok Characters: Athelstan (Vikings), Ragnar Lothbrok Additional Tags: Fix-It, spoilers for 3x05 onwards, Sort Of, basically no one dies, barely any angst, lots of fluff, and some sexy bits but it's pretty tame, Kissing, Touching, a wild blow job appears for like one line, they run away and go live in a cabin in the woods in siberia, also i did promise people on tumblr a baby wolf but there might not even be one honestly, you can add it in your head, i love them and my heart is forever broken, this is my coping mechanism Summary:

Ragnar looks up suddenly, the blue of his eyes finding Athelstan’s face, and what he sees there must not suit him because he takes the few remaining steps separating them, frames his friend’s head with his hands, and whispers : « No, shhhh, shhhh, do not worry! Do not worry, my friend, it is alright! » « How? » Athelstan stammers, short on breath, on word, on everything at this moment. « How is any of that alright? » And Ragnar smiles at him, the kind of smile that’s rarely seen on the king’s face these days. He smiles like a man shall smile at something that’s causing him both pain and happiness at the same time, and he takes one of Athelstan’s hands with his own, and presses the palm against his own chest. Athelstan can feel Ragnar’s heartbeat under the linen. Strong and steady. Always.

[unrelentingxforce]

Rewatching Viking’s for like the 272638263th time because it’s that fucking good

[gardenflowerswriting]

You hummed as you placed a thick metal tray full of bread into the fired oven. Going to kneed yet another round of dough. You could feel familiar hands wrap around your waist, pushing you into them, "what have you got for me today Y/N?"

Hvitserk's fingers pushed your hair away from your neck, bringing his lips to your skin. You closed your eyes at the sudden feeling, shifting your head so he could have access to more skin. "Prince Hvitserk, it seems you only come for what I will give you."

He smiled, "Are you not the best baker in the city of Kattegat?"

His fingers wandered up your hips, squeezing your breasts. You looked up from your own hands, when you locked eyes with your brother, he looked displeased by the princes actions. You pulled away, "those may only be rumors my prince."

He frowned, "why do you not wish for my company then?"

You titled your head to the side, careful not to allow for anyone to read your lips, "Forgive me, my prince, but my brother watches."

"Let him watch," his head dug into your neck as he kissed harsher this time, sucking on the skin at the base of your neck, working to the other side.

"He will kill you."

"He can try."

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[disneyimaginings]

Master List- Ragnar Lothrbok

Are you ready to kneel before your king?

Ragnar

Imagine Ragnar letting his guard down with you

Imagine Ragnar Pining For You

Imagine Ragnar listening to you talk about your crush and being unable to hide how much it worried him that he had been friend zoned

Imagine Feeling Ugly But Ragnar Not Being Able To Understand Why

Imagine Ragnar pretending to entertain the idea of your arranged marriage when he knows DAMN WELL he’s going to deny it because he wants you for himself

How the Vikings Tell You They Want Another Child

Imagine Ragnar Totally Getting You

Viking Reactions To You Having a Bear /Cuddly Toy

Luckily I don’t need your permission to test your limits

Imagine Ragnar spying on you

Imagine Ragnar hearing his sons are all fighting over you

Imagine Ragnar Being So Confused Why You Haven’t Fallen For Him

Imagine Ragnar coming to the conclusion he was not strong enough to resist taking you

Imagine Ragnar and Rollo both sneaking outside your room at night

Trying to show off for Ragnar

Imagine Ragnar having dirty thoughts about you in the middle of an important meeting and not being able to suppress them

Imagine Turning Ragnar On with your Defiance

Submissive or Dominant?

Imagine Ragnar Hearing You’re Out At Battle

How the Vikings Revealed Their Crush On You

Modern Vikings- What the Ragnarsons Secretly Love About Christmas

Modern Vikings at Disney World

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Game On Part 3

Ivar/Hvitserk pairing with WOC reader

Warnings: Hella Smut

Hvitserk’s favorite place to go was a pizza restaurant, they served the best cheese sticks and most importantly their red wine was addicting. He ordered you your own small pizza and himself a large and you sat at the back booth watching everyone that walked in.

“You look amazing tonight Y/N.” Hvitserk whispered in your ear.

“Thank you.” She try to hide your smile but it’s pointless. “What’s the special occasion? The last time you brought me here you you had big news. Your brother was coming home.”

“I do have big news,” Hvitserk gulped down his beer. “Bjorn is traveling to Africa to explore new business opportunities for Lothbrok Industries. There is an internship open and with the end of the winter semester drawing near, I’ve decided to take it.”

You bide your temper and bite your lip. “Hvitserk you did not discuss this with me?”

“I know, I figured you’d be glad that I was leaving to better myself. I live with my parents.”

“By choice,” You scoff. “You have money Hvitserk.”

“That’s because father has given it to me. I haven’t earned anything myself.” He pauses frustrated and gently pulls your face towards his. “I really want to be able to take care of you with my own wealth. I want everything we have to be because I earned it. Ubbe left the house and even Sigurd is talking of leaving. We can’t live under them our whole life.”

We have, your heart thudded against your chest. “You didn’t lead with that.”

“I think of you with everything I do. I didn’t think I had to explain it to you. We’ve been friends so long and finally you’ve given me the chance to show you I can be more. I want to do well.”

“Okay.” She smile. “How long will you be gone?”

“Just one month at a time. I get to come home one weekend a month. And we can FaceTime, and talk everyday.”

“I can handle that,” You say reaching for your glass.

“Perfect.”

You stayed away from the Lothrboks Estate when Hvitserk wasn’t there because Ivar rarely left. You didn’t trust yourself with him for good reasons. With one look he made you compromise everything you’d stood for and with the right words you’d be underneath him. Your self control had no place when it came to Ivar. But you still watched him daily He spent his time designing software and holed up in his room or on his social media sites ranting about anything that pissed him off.

The house rarely had Yule decorations but this year Aslaug seemed festive, excited about the solstice and the festivities. You rushed to your car in efforts to not speak but Ragnar never let that happen.

“Y/N!” He yelled from his truck.

You raise your eyebrows in annoyance and turn to him. “Hey!”

“Have you talked to Hvitserk?”

“Yes,” you pause. “Such a great opportunity for him.”

“To find his greatness, I agree.” Ragnar crosses the street. “We are having a Yule celebration, generally it’s just family but from what I hear you have grown quite acquainted with Hvitserk. Say you will come, tonight at 8?”

“Hum, I have a final.”

“Non sense, you can come for a few.” Ragnar glances you up and down and it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable just makes you acknowledge that’s where all the handsome traits came from. His green blue wide eyes similar to Ivar’s but his sense of humor bled Hvitserk.

“Sure!” You agree. “What time is good again?”

“Eight, I look forward to seeing you there! Join in the feast.”

Great now you had to skip lunch because the Lothbroks feast were elaborate and if you didn’t eat it insulted them. You skipped lunch only eating a fruit bar and some water to hold you over. You chose the red sequined dressed that accentuated your hips and made your skin look like milk chocolate and you finally tamed the beast of a sew in on your head adding some curls and a red small bow to hold it on one side. And Eight was there before you knew it.

You walked across the yard to the grand home that lit up with festivity and before you could knock an overly excited Bjorn greeted you.

“Y/N.” He drug out the last letter and handed you a pint of beer. “Come in!”

“Thanks Bjorn.” You blushed as he took your jacket tossing it in the jacket room next to the door. “Happy Yule.”

“Same to you.”

“Y/N!!” Hvitserk said pushing Ubbe out of the way. “You look like a Valkyrie.” He kisses you on your cheek and grips your hand. “Come they are dancing in the hall room.”

“Sure.” You followed him and watched his crazy uncle Rollo throw an miniature axes at the board and the women dance and sing chants. They celebrated far more than your family, for they were acclaimed descendants of The allfather himself. But the noise and excitement only entertained you for an hour before it annoyed you. You wondered out of the room upstairs to your favorite place in their grand home, the star gallery.

You sat and peered up at the stars from the half bed that lay under the window.

“You could ask before you wonder through a home that doesn’t belong to you.” Ivar said from the corner of the room.

You jump because you hadn’t noticed him sitting there in the darkness. “You shouldn’t be hiding.”

“It’s my house.” He said leaning forward.”

“I love this room.” You say after a few awkward moments of quiet.

“We played up here, I remember.” Ivar crawled over to the bed and pulled himself next to her. “Why are you not downstairs?”

“It got loud.”

“We are viking, we are always loud.” He laughed.

“Why are you up here?”

“They annoy me.” He said honestly. “Hvitserk not smothering you tonight?”

“He’s three sheets to the wind.” You say with a slight eye roll. Then your eyes meet his and immediately you’re filled with lust. You slightly pull your legs closed to hide the sudden ache and you gaze back up at the stars. “Are you going to Africa?”

“Why would I go to Africa when what I want is here?”

“What do you want?”

“I think I’ve told you once before.” His voice lowered and his eyes cut over to you. “It’s been almost two months and you haven’t even tried to see me Y/N. Am I only good for my fingers?”

“Ivar.”

He swings his feet over on the bed and lays back. “Sorry.” He throws his hands up.

“Are you really?”

He chuckles and his laughter only adds to your excitement. “No, not at all.” His fingers climb up your legs leaving a lingering tingle until he’s under your dress. “No underwear?” He growls. “You do listen.” With no warning he pushes his middle into you pumping it until the small coils of pleasure start to well in your abdomen. You raise your hips off of the bed and remember what you are doing. And leap upright in the bed.

“Ivar this wrong.”

Ivar grips your arms placing you on top of him. “Are you married before the gods to Hvitserk?”

“No.” You mumble.

“Then what is wrong?” His words don’t make sense but you no longer can concentrate as his thick fingers grip your neck and his lips collide into yours. Everything is at a chaos as his tongue pushes through claiming your mouth. You stifle a moan and you’re barely able to catch your breath. Then Ivar lays back pushes you over his face. “I want a proper taste.” He groans into your thighs. He pushes your legs further apart and his tongue presses between your folds. Everything you were thinking left your mind and all you wanted was more. You plant your arms behind you on his chest and throw your head back as he continues to lap up everything you have. He pushes a finger in mix curling to tease your g spot only to make you come faster. And you do, you reach a high so glorious the stars appear brighter and there is no one in the world but you and him. But he doesn’t stop nipping and sucking at your clit sending more and more small spasms through your body. Knowing you were going to scream he reached and covered your mouth and flipped you over. Ivar kisses you on your neck and then once more deeply on your lips. “You like how you taste?” He whispered. “It’s all I could fucking think about for two months.”

You nod your head unsure of what will happen next and then he rolls off of you. “Hvitserk will come find you.” He fixes your dress. “You should go.”He’s right. Hvitserk was a curious guy. You sit up on the bed and Ivar strokes your hair. “This is not how I remember you.” He pauses. “What happen to those curls?”

“They’re under this…”

“Shame,” he gives you one more kiss and crawls back over to the corner of the room from where he came.

“Ivar.”

“Go, we have a whole month to talk.” He gave you a small smile. “Happy Yule.”

You don’t respond to him because somehow you figure his innocent act was definitely part of his game. You open the door closing it quietly behind you. Only to be startled by Ragnar.

“Busy tonight are we?” He gave a half smile.

“Ragnar,” your voice fades.

He throws his hands up. “My lips are sealed. They are grown men. Either way one of my sons will be lucky Y/N.”

He walks away and you stand there dumbfounded. “Fucking weird.” You whisper as you follow behind him.

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[poewdameron]

Ragnar and Athelstan  | Vikings 3.06 | ©

[writingindarkness]

okay but i’m never gonna be able to chill and get back to my wip if i don’t get this out of my system so sit down and listen up biches

the night before they’re due to sail back to Kattegat after the battle for Mercia the gods send Ragnar a dream to warn him that if he brings Athelstan back home with him he will be murdered. Homeboy freaks out because the only other option is to leave his christian boyfriend in England once more and it’s becoming painfully obvious that Ragnar can’t really live without Athelstan.

So ragnar does the only reasonable thing he can still do.

He shakes Athelstan awake, puts them both on horseback and goes away. Doesn’t tell anyone anything. Doesn’t even tell Athelstan where they’re going and why. Stan follows without asking questions cause his future lies with Ragnar and where Ragnar goes he goes.

So they go.

And eventually it’s been weeks and they’re miles and miles away from home and it’s starting to get cold again and they’re probably nearing Russia at this point. So one night kneeling near the fire while Ragnar stands deep in thought a few feet away with furs around his shoulders, Athelstan asks if they’re fleeing something specific and if they have an actual destination. And Ragnar is no liar so he tells him about his dream and how it was impossible for him to leave him behind but he couldn’t take him to Kattegat either if he was gonna die there, and so the only thing left to do was to go somewhere else. Far enough to be sure Athelstan was safe. Far enough to outspeed the guilt of having abandoned everyone and everything.

And Athelstan is a pretty chill person at this point but he still freaks out when he realizes that king ragnar lothrbok has left behind, probably for ever, his wife, his children, his friends and all of his loved ones, his kingdom and his dreams just because he wanted to be with Athelstan.

And ragnar sees the fear on his face, so he walks back to him and takes one of his hands and presses it against his chest and says ‘it’s okay, athelstan. do not worry about me. see, you fill my entire heart. so i shall not feel any pain so long as you are with me.’

and they keep on traveling east, ragnar waiting for athelstan to come to his senses, realize the whole thing is madness and turn back towards england and king ecbert, athelstan waiting for ragnar to start hating him for having had to trade him for everything and everyone else. it’s pretty stupid of them both but hey that’s how we love them.

and maybe when winter comes they’re trapped in a siberian forest and have to take shelter in an abandoned hunting cabin. maybe they decide to stay there until spring. and maybe in the loneliness and the quiet of a strange forest, far away from everything and everyone they know, they confess their love for each other and that’s how the christian god and northern gods all come together at last. for through the blood and the fighting, the war and the raiding, through the spiritual struggles and family drama, love seems to be all that prevailed, all that is left once everything else has been stripped bare.

and you know maybe they eventually discover china or some shit

[receptacle]

shitty bonus shot pretty pissed about the tunic. i don't know why i thought it was a good idea to use my standard fitted tunic dimensions when the ref shots clearly showed a baggier torso and sleeves. Oh well...

[gardenflowerswriting]

Pretty

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader

Summary: The reader is a princess of foreign land sent by her father to pick and chose one Ragnar son to marry by the end of the month.

Words Count: 2077

Warnings: none, just Ubbe Fluff

A/N: I don't know why but for some reason I can't finish the series Promises with Ivar. I decided I would write for Ubbe and maybe some inspo will come from that, enjoy! This also might turn into a series as well. Gif belongs to: sikanapanele

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     "There they are," your uncle whispered into your ear as you looked at the shore. You took a hard swallow as you saw a group of eager men staring at you.

       "Why must I do this?" You asked, not adjusting your forward stare.

      "Y/N, your father said you must marry at least on of them, it will-"

       You mocked him, "it will help make the alliance stronger," those were the words of your father, it hurt that he would send his youngest to chose and marry a man she had never met within a month.

      "Psht! You must learn to not be so stubborn and maybe one of these men will marry you."

       You turned towards him and smiled, "or they refuse."

       He laughed and shook his head, you felt your aunt come behind you as your uncles smile faded, "stand straight child, your future lies within Kattegat."

       As the ship got closer and closer to the dock, you stood taller and taller. You tried not showing any emotion within your face, maybe if they thought you to be a bitch, they wouldn't marry you. A slender women stepped forward and wrapped her hands around your aunt, "Ingrid, I'm so very happy you came."

       Your aunt stepped away, "Yes well, y/n needed someone who could guide her and her choices."

       The women's eyes fell onto you, "y/n," she gave you a cool smile as the men around you lifted you out of the boat. She stepped forward, "your beauty was talked by many here."

       You took your best guess on who she was, being she greeted you first, "thank you Queen Aslaug, I'm truly blessed by the gods it seems."

       She smiled again then stepped away, "these are my sons." She began to list them off one by one, "Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. They are all eager to meet you." You looked back at the tallest one, he winked at you and you lifted you lips somewhat upward, curving them into a smile.

      Your aunt stepped forward and wrapped her hands around your shoulder, as though you were a child in her arms once more, "Yes, well the meetings must wait I'm afraid. We have had a long journey-"

      The queen interrupted your aunt, "I'm sure, please, my men will show you to your new home and we will have a feast celebrating your arrival. As I said, your beauty has been raved about by many, I'm sure they'll wish to meet their new princess."

       You smiled at her kind words, but when you reached the hut you were meant to stay in, all you aunt could do was talk bad about everything. "Eh, I cannot wait to leave this place, the people wouldn't stop staring at us!"

       Your uncle stepped forward, "dear, we are foreigners in their land, they can't help but stare." The relationship they had never made sense to you. Your uncle was the brother to your father, he was fun and made you laugh. While your aunt seemed to suck all the joy out of you, she raised you, and rather seeing you be a shield maiden, you became a princess. That didn't mean your uncle didn't sneak in and give you a sword or shield of your own, instead of you taking his.

       "Very well, y/n!" You stepped out of the small room you had to yourself, "we are leaving, come along." You followed her and the men that came with you to the hall. You could already hear people talking and laughing within the thick walls.

       When the queens eyes fell on your she smiled and approached you, "y/n, we are all happy you came. Please, we have a seat awaiting you."

        She took you by the hand and rested her other one on your back, your aunt began to speak, "oh she really-" but was cut off by your head disappearing into the crowds of people.

       You took a seat down next to Aslaug, "do you wish to have a drink?" You shook your head, you never drank before, your aunt created a thick list of rules you must follow, and no drinking was one of them. She would have fainted if she saw you drunk. "Very well," she rose, "everyone, may I introduce the future princess of Kattegat," she took your hand and raised you with her, "y/n. We hope she can marry a son of Ragnar Lothrbok and bare all the child the gods will it." You almost fainted at the sound of children, the crowd of people cheered as you sat back down in your chair.

       You could feel eyes on you as you continued your talks with Aslaug, when you looked up, you felt your eyes match with the eldest of Aslaug's children. He smiled then looked away, back to the men he was talking to before. "Y/n!" You face turned to your uncle who rushed towards you.

      "Yes?" You asked, waiting for him to answer."

      "Your aunt wishes to speak with you," you rolled your eyes and got up, you walked past your uncle as he bowed to Aslaug, "Queen," then rushed to your back, "don't be mad."

      "Mad?" You asked, "why would I be mad?"

      But before he could speak, your aunt approached you with Sigurd next to her, "y/n, meet Sigurd."

      "Yes, auntie, I have met him before."

      "Well dear, I wanted to introduce you to."

       She looked as Sigurd and waited for him to speak, "hi," he bowed his head and took your hand.

       You gave a fake smile, "hi." You turned your head towards your aunt, "May I speak with you, alone?"

      She smiled and looked a Sigurd, "well, dear, I thought you would wish to start meeting the sons before."

      You corrected her, "No, I really would wish to speak to you."

       "Oh, okay," she released Sigurd from her grip, "just wait here, we will be back."

      You nodded your head and lead her to the wall, once you saw no one looking you spoke, "what are you doing?"

       She laughed, "I was introducing you, I thought you would wish to start at least speaking with the sons."

      "Yes, I would, but not when I am talking to the Queen of Kattegat, I would rather speak with her about the people and land she rules before I flirt with her children."

      Your uncle was quick to approach the both of you, "honey, I don't know why you would wish to speak to her about that. You are here to marry, not advance your political game."

      You closed your eyes, wanting to scream at her, but your uncle interrupted, thankfully, "can I speak with y/n alone?"

      Your aunt stood in disbelief, "go ahead."

       As he took your hand, he led you outside. The air was cold, but the furs around you made you feel safe. "Y/n, you mustn't pick fights with your aunt, not now at least."

      "Uncle, just because I wish to know more about this land, doesn't mean I don't wish to know about her sons. I would rather speak to the queen herself and see who she feels is best fit for me, not have auntie push the one she likes in my face."

      He patted your hand, "I know, I know, but your father wants to ensure the one you marry is passed through me and your aunt," he laughed, "if it was my choice, I would have just left you on this land and let you find your way," you smiled, "that's the smile I was missing. Now, can we go back to the party and we will allow you to meet the sons yourself."

       You thought to yourself for a moment, "Okay, but I get to meet them myself. Me."

       He raised his hands, "I swear it on the gods."

      You smiled and kissed his cheek, you walked back to the hall, the people still laughed and even began to dance to the music they created themselves. You had never seen such movements, at least not from any kind of prince. You watched as Hvitserk dance with a smaller girl, swinging her in his hands. Your brothers never touched a women like that, only when they wed did they dance like the way these men did. "Care to dance?"

      You turned your head back to see Ubbe, his height compared to yours stuck out. You smiled down at your hands, "I'm afraid I don't know how to."

     "You don't know how to dance?"

      You eyes matched with his, "I've never been taught."

       He nodded his head, and after a while of silence he spoke again, leaning against the post behind you, "I saw you staring at me."

       You turned around to face him, "Really? I thought I saw you staring."

      He shrugged, taking a swig from his cup, "well, you're pretty. . . what's your excuse?"

      You could feel yourself blushing, "I'm afraid I don't have one."

      "Pity, you could have said I'm pretty as well," you laughed, "what? Is it not true?" You continued to laugh as he titled his head, angling it to shine in the firelight.

      "No Prince Ubbe, I would say you are very, very pretty."

     He bowed his head, "Why thank you."

     "You're welcome," you didn't wish for your conversation to stop, so you tried to keep talking, "tell me, what do you think of your brothers?"

      "My brothers?" He asked, you nodded your head. "Come here," he pulled you towards him and made you face the large crowd. He took your finger and began to point them out, "that is Hvitserk, he's nice, but he eats, a lot, so be prepared to cook many meals for him."

     You laughed against his chest, biting your bottom lip,"Okay."

     "That there," you nodded your head to the blonde boy he was pointing towards, he was the one creating the music, " is Sigurd, he can be a bit annoying, but he's a loyal person, he would do everything in his power to ensure you felt loved and I guess safe."

     You nodded your head, "Okay."

     "And him," he pointed to a boy sitting next to the Queen, "that's Ivar. . . I don't know what to tell you. He can be an ass, but he's a clever ass, to clever for anyone here to notice."

      You turned to face him, it was strange to be so close to a male like this, if never happened to you before, "what about you?"

      "Me?" He asked.

      "Yes, tell me about you, are you not one of my contenders?" It was weird to be so easy at flirting, it seemed to come naturally. 

      "What can I say, if you married me, you have chosen very wisely."

      You smiled, "is that right?"

      "Most defiantly," he began to give a cocky smile and wrap his hands around your back. “I woul-

      But right when he did so, you wished he wouldn't have. One of your soldiers appeared behind him and place a small knife to his neck, "release your hands!" He yelled.

      Suddenly all the music stopped and the chatter of people around you cleared, you could feel everyone watching you, seeing what Ubbe did to cause one of your men to place a knife to his throat. You could hear your soldiers around you, pulling their weapons up in prepare for a fight, the Kattegat people did the same, "Let him go!" Your tone seemed rough.

      The soldiers eyes looked confused, "Are you sure princess?"

      "Yes I'm sure!" You grabbed his hand and took the knife from it.

      But people still stared at you, waiting for your call on what they should do, "that is enough of that!" The queen called, "Come on, play the music again." And what seemed to be a matter of moments everyone dropped their weapons and the room filled with the same sounds as before.

     "Y/N!" You saw your aunts head bobbing towards you, she yanked your arm, "Come on, that is enough partying for one night."

      You wanted to apologize to Ubbe, but all you could do was mouth 'I'm sorry' as your aunt dragged you away. He shook his head and smiled, raising his drink in the air to reassure you he was fine.

[laketaj24]

Game on Part 4

Ivar/Hvitserk pairing with WOC reader

Warnings: Hella, Hella Smut. Read it at work if you want to, I wrote it at my job 😂

The New Year was there before you knew it. And Hvitserk had packed everything, the next day he’d leave and you wouldn’t be able to touch him for an entire month.

“We should do something tonight,” Hvitserk said leaning against the library counter. “Floki has agreed to lend me a boat. Nothing big just a small yacht but perhaps we could be alone.”

You shook your head in agreement as you stacked a few of the books on the counter. You’d never slept with Hvitserk. He didn’t pressure you to and quite frankly Ivar has invaded your mind every time it went there. So late night cuddles and hand holding was as far as it had gone. “We can fish.”

“Whatever you want,” Hvitserk flipped through the book and slid it over to you. “And when I get back I’m getting an apartment. Ragnar has started to help me search. He found something downtown near the company that’s a good place.”

“That is amazing for you.”

“For us?” He raised an eyebrow. “I want you and Ivar to go look at it next week when they’ve had it cleaned.”

“My mom is not going to allow me...”

“Y/N you’re about to be 22. You can do whatever you want.”

“Can I not go with Ubbe?”

“Ubbe has no taste.” Hvitserk continued to talk until his alarm went off and then he dismissed himself. “See you tonight.”

Because you have the time, you take your sew in out wash your hair and twist it up. Hoping they’ll dry before you have to go over to the Lothrboks. He said you two would leave from there. You wear your light ripped jeans and a long sleeve white turtle neck and go bare face. Then you’re on your way. You knock on the door and Sigurd answers. “Y/N he’s on his way, stuck in traffic. Then I believe Floki wanted to talk to him.” He steps out of the house. “I have a concert tonight you two should come.”

“No one wants to see you sing Sigurd.” Ivar said from the couch in his normal spirited voice.

“Fuck off little brother.” He nodded his head and made his way past you to his car.

“You really like making me freeze.” Ivar said about the door.

“Not intentionally.” You close the door and stand in the foyer.

“Scared to sit with me?”

“No, Hvitserk is coming and I don’t need...”

“Need?”

“You invading my space Ivar Lothrbok, it cannot happen again. You know your dad knows.” You seethed. “I’ve never been more embarrassed.”

“Not even when you tumbled down the stairs in eighth grade?” He blushed. “My father is a secretive man himself. He will tell no one.”

“Because there is nothing to tell.”

“Not even how you came about four times just from my tongue.”

“Ivar.”

“Right there is nothing. Why do you even entertain Hvitserk? Why not stop being stubborn and just leave him. I can give you everything you’ve been looking for Y/N.”

“And what’s that?”

“You’ll figure out yourself.” He turned back to the tv doing that damn annoying head wiggle you hate.

“I’ve figured out I don’t want you to play whatever the hell you’re playing any more.”

“You don’t? You seemed willing, each time?”

“No, you’re rather selfish. What about Hvitserk’s feelings?”

“What about them Y/N? Did you think about them when you rode my fingers or my tongue? Or better yet when you watch me from your little window everyday? No didn’t think so. You’re not innocent in this, so don’t play the role. But I will leave you alone for the time being.” He rolls his eyes and grabs his crutch. He pulls himself off of the couch. “That hair suits you better by the way.”

You touch your unraveled curls and nod your head. “Good bye Ivar.”

Hvitserk arrives after a half hour and you two leave for Floki’s yacht. He had dinner prepped and your favorite bottle of wine. He looked dapper, khaki tight fitting pants and a white t shirt.

“I have so many plans for us, this merger with this company will have Lothbrok Industries everywhere. We can go wherever we want.”

“I’m so proud of you.” Grateful for the warm cabin of the yacht you snuggle into his chest. But a ping of guilt fled through you as he continued to talk about his plans for you two but all you could picture were Ivar’s squinted blue eyes mad at you.

“You want to sleep out here?” He asked.

“Yes I already told my parents I wouldn’t be home.”

“Naughty intentions Y/N?”

“Somewhat.” You give him a small smile and his lips meet yours softly. Everything about him was soft, his hands and even his voice. His fingers explore your body gripping your hips and laying you on your back. Hvitserk plants small kisses on your neck then he unbuttons your pants and tugging them until you lift your hips and they slide down. Then he pushes his pants down to the floor.

“Y/N, if you don’t want to do this you don’t have to.” He smiles.

“No, I want to.” You all but pant.

He shakes his head excitedly and adjust himself at you entrance. The head of his dick teases you until finally he pushes into you with one quick thrust. He slowly grinds allowing you to adjust to his size then he finds a rhythm that is slower than you’re used to but tantalizing for every single time pushes into you, you feel it with every nerve ending you have. He grunts in satisfaction each time your hips meet and the small warmth grows in your core. You pull him closer begging for more and he continues to plant small kisses and with each grind you come closer to coming then finally he slams into you like you’d craved all along and the roll of pleasures takes over your whole body and you fall over the edge with him right behind you.

He nestled into you gripping your waist and drawing small circles along your stomach until you both fall asleep.

It hadn’t been your idea to go with Ivar but you couldn’t tell Hvitserk no, the whole family was sensitive to Ivar. So you waited in the lobby of the apartment building for him impatiently.

He made it on time but it still annoyed you that he looked decent. Dark jeans with a black fitted long sleeve shirt and his hair up in a bun. “Y/N.” He greeted. “How are you?”

“Well,” You shift with your hands on your hip. “Let’s get this over with please.”

“Whatever you want.” He gestured towards the elevator.

The ride up to the twelfth floor is silent for you have nothing to say to him. And he doesn’t say anything either, just hums a song underneath his breath and stares over at the walls. You step off at the chime and await him to unlock the door.

The apartment is all white with black furniture, and chrome accents. Very bachelor pad, you think as you look through each room.

“It’s plain.” He says.

“I can decorate it.”

Ivar smirks, “Oh I’m sure you can.”

“Shut it.”

“Enjoy the yacht?”

Your face radiates as you move out of the guest bedroom. “Yes.”

“Hvitserk told me of your... exploits.”

“Gods Ivar.”

“We are brothers, brothers talk.” He said throwing one of his hands up while balancing himself to sit on the couch. “So he won.”

“But it wasn’t a game.”

“It is a game.” He groaned. “I’m not a good loser.”

“I know you aren’t.” You stare out the window at the busy streets of Kattegat. “Why aren’t you in your wheelchair?”

“ I don’t need a wheelchair, this crutch is fine.”

“You walk like you’re in constant pain.”

“You learn through pain. Like the allfather Odin, Who gave his eye to acquire wisdom, I use it as a learning tool.”

“You’re so smug, Ivar. You make things difficult. It shouldn’t be.”

“And you’re not complicated.”

“No.”

He snatched you to him on the couch tossing you gently next to him. “You’re very complicated. Annoyingly so,” Ivar pushed the pillows to the ground. “You want more than you lead on. You’re with Hvitserk because it’s simple and you don’t want people to judge you for being with me, the killer.”

“What?”

“Be honest, what other reason would you have to chose to be with Hvit, hmm?” He hovered over you. “I bet he didn’t even fuck you good enough.”

“He done just fine.” You griped pushing his chest. His presence always carried an unplanned weight over you. As bad as you wanted to be faithful to Hvitserk, you couldn’t even bring yourself to tell him to get up.

He pulls your shirt over your head revealing the simple black bra and then in one swift move of his fingers the bra is unsnapped and tossed to the floor. Ivar grips your breast twisting at your nipples until your back arches from pleasure and pain and your lips are dry. You push his hands away in a jaded attempt to stop him but it does no good as his other hand twist your other nipple.

“See, pain to acquire pleasure.” He whispered as he lowered his mouth to your breast. He sucked and then drew small circles and clinched his teeth on you again. You screamed but he didn’t let up only caressed you in other places. He moved on from your breasts worshipping your brown skin as if he’d never seen you before. Adoring your sides and hips until he reached your pants. He snatched them down leaving you naked before him. “We have a problem Y/N.”

You moan still in your waves of pleasure. “What?”

“I’m dressed.” He but his pink lip and looked at you with hooded eyes. “Help me?”

You oblige crawling over to him tugging to pull the shirt over his head then you place chaste kisses all down his stomach stopping at a small scar for a second and then unbuckling his pants. He helps you get them off and your eyes are hooked at his dick. Your eyes widened and you try to hide your surprise but the only thing you can think is where the fuck is that going. “Thank you.” He grabs you by your hair and lays you back down on the couch. He spreads your legs draping one on the ground and pushes himself into you and sweetest pain surges through you as you stretch to fit him. You yelp at every thrust and he smiles. Your nails claw down his back only intensifying his speed. He grinds into you harder and harder then he snatched your leg from the ground pulling it against you me own chest so he can go deeper.

You come once but he doesn’t stop. He’s relentless above you. The sound of your skin clapping fills the empty apartment and sweat mists your body. Ivar slows down, gripping your neck with his thick rough fingers. “You like it Y/N?”

You try not to answer but it becomes evident he won’t continue until you bend and you nod your head and he continues leading you into another orgasm and then another until you want to run because the thought of coming again might surely kill you. You push yourself away from him and he shakes his head. “Where are you going?” He says purely amused.

You can’t muster a sentence and he’s back on you flipping you on his lap. Your back in on your chest. He enters you once more holding both of your legs up and you sit back and let him overcome you. For a minute you’re too sore to breathe and then the build up starts again as his speed increases and he comes in you. His warm cum causes you to follow behind him once more and you collapse back on his chest.

“Fuck.” You whisper.

“We just did,” he chuckles. “What else do you want from me?”

You chuckle from his amusement and climb off of him. “You’re really fucking up my good girl reputation.”

“I forgot you had one.” He grinned. “I could do that everyday.”

“I couldn’t.” You admit unsure of rather you knew what the hell you kept getting yourself into.

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