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nekoannie-chan · 5 years ago

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Induced dreams

Pairing: Surprise!

Word count: 1777 words.

Summary: Appearances deceive, Steve and you have come out for a few years, yet on a mission everything could change.

Warnings: A little smut, not very explicit, swearing.

A/N: The text message is in italics and bold.

Flashbacks are in italics.

This is my entry to the @whistlingwillows‘s Hayley’s 1.5K Writing Challenge with the prompt #12:

“I will not die today. The same cannot be said for you”

Also is my entry to the @the--sad--hatter ‘s The Weird & The Wonderful-Challenge with the quote prompt #14:

“One person’s craziness is another person’s reality”

My entry to the @thinkoutsidethebex ‘s Bex’s 600 Follower Writing Challenge with the prompt #3:

“Two heads are better than one”

And my entry to the @waiting4inspiration’s Stay safe, Stay home Writing Challenge with the prompt #19:

“Frankly, my dear. I don’t give a damn”

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You wake up to feel the sunlight that was already beginning to seep into the room that you shared with Steve, in a few days it would be his third anniversary, then on that day he would ask you to marry, he had already planned everything.

If someone asked Steve how you had met or your love story, he could tell it in great detail, he did not forget anything and he believed that he would not find someone to share his life with until he met you.

"Good morning doll" he greeted you when he realized that you had already woken up.

"Hello," you murmured.

Steve started kissing your shoulder, you smiled.

“I was thinking…”

"About what?" You questioned.

"How much I love you," he replied.

“I love you too.”

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, "he said and he kissed your neck now.

"I feel lucky to have you," you replied.

He continued kissing your shoulder and your neck, he lowered a hand to your thigh to start caressing him, you turned around, put yourself on top of him and caressed his face with one hand, he continued to caress your thighs, you kissed him and they began to caress each other increasing the intensity until the mobile phones rang interrupting the moment.

"Right, a mission," you complained annoyed.

You had less than an hour to reach the base and leave for the mission.

Everything is ready

You smiled at the message you had received, you immediately saved your mobile phone, the mission was only for Steve and you, so nothing complicated appeared

"Are you ready?" He asked, standing next to you.

"Always and you, babe?"

"If you're with me, yes."

He kissed you and you got on the ship, you were not going to allow your nerves to take over you, you had to have everything under control as you always had, you couldn't make a single mistake.

As soon as you reached the abandoned base where the mission was, you decided to separate to cover more places and finish the mission more quickly and effectively.

"Y/N, position," Steve asked.

“Coming upstairs and yours?” You asked over the comm.

"I keep checking the first room," he replied.

Suddenly Steve thought he heard a scream, he left where he was and started running towards where you said you were.

“Y/N? Y/N status? Y/N?”

He was worried because he did not receive any response, distressed about what could have happened, he hurried to get to your location immediately, he could not lose you.

As soon as he entered he saw you unconscious and one of the enemies was gagging you.

Right at the moment when he was going to throw his shield, he felt a needle in his back, his body stopped reacting, he couldn't believe it that was not supposed to be possible, and he was supposed to be immune to that kind of thing thanks to serum.

He tried to raise his arm to reach you, he didn't feel it anymore, and he couldn't move, he didn't want to lose you, he needed to do everything possible to avoid being hurt.

Steve in a first attempt wanted to open his eyes without success, he noticed that he was tied to a chair perhaps, he tried harder until he managed to open them, he immediately looked for you, he needed to make sure you were there, you were equally gagged in a chair next to him.

"Doll?" He asked fearfully.

"Stevie ...”

“Are you fine?”

"I think so, I just don't know, I don't understand what happened, I can't get away," you answered confused.

You heard a very heavy door open and footsteps tried to turn around but couldn't, so you waited until the person was in front of you.

"Wow until great Captain America woke up!" Brock exclaimed mockingly.

“Rumlow”

"I thought this would be more difficult, but it was easier than taking candy from a child," said Brock.

He crossed his arms facing you.

"Let her go, she's innocent," Steve asked.

Brock smirked and turned to see you, they looked at each other for a few seconds before you opened your mouth.

"Untie me," you ordered.

Brock approached you, untied you, he gets up, Steve kept his eyes on all the movements, he would do anything to save you, whatever it took, you and Brock saw each other again, you smiled and kissed him.

"What the hell?" Steve asked,

You separated from Brock and you got closer to Steve bending down a little to be at the height of his face

“Y/N, what does this mean?” He asked furiously.

"Oh, Captain America fell in love with me!" You teased.

"And who isn't if you're charming," Brock commented.

“You see Stevie there is something we want to prove because we have a very important mission.”

Steve started struggling to getaway.

"Oh, don't try hard, you won't make it, we made sure to achieve the objective of our mission, it was something simple but slow," he continued.

Steve stopped and stared at you trying to process what he was hearing.

“Our mission? What do you mean?”

“One person’s craziness is another person’s reality.”

You got close to his face, you kissed him on the cheek.

"Hail HYDRA," you whispered in her ear then licked her earlobe.

You separated and went to where Brock was.

“What?”

Steve was stunned, he couldn't believe it, it had all been a lie, he had fallen into the trap and he never suspected a thing.

"You're pathetic, don't worry. HYDRA will take care of everything," Brock said.

Steve felt betrayed, he truly loved you, and he had never expected you to do something as low as that.

"Did you really think I was going to change my ten years’ relationship with Brock by being with you?"

Brock giggled.

"If they gave me this mission, it's because they knew I could complete it perfectly," you said.

"I can't believe it, it was all a lie, and I thought you were a good person, you were always so charming."

"Frankly, my dear. I don’t give a damn”

"As soon as I get out of here, I'm going to kill you," Steve said.

You ignored the threats Steve kept saying, Brock saw you again, you moved away a little to go to the table that was in the place while Rumlow watched him, and you took a syringe containing a green liquid.

“You see Steve we need to study you well, in fact, I took care of it as well as the collection of some samples that would be useful, our scientists analyzed them to create some substances that Erskine's serum could not assimilate, then they will subject you to another procedure, believe me, HYDRA has great plans for you.

"You're not as immune or invincible in the end as they made you think Cap," Brock scoffed.

“Everything that you used to tell me was a lie, wasn't it?” Steve asked, his voice sounding hurt.

"You fell so easily into the story that I was a weak girl and I needed that the great Captain America to protect me," you scoffed.

"You bitch, you are going to pay me, I'm going to kill you," Steve threatened.

“I will not die today. The same cannot be said for you”

“I'm going to get revenge, I'll make you pay Y/N.”

"No, you won't, you won't remember any of this."

"Sure, they sent you because they didn't think Rumlow was enough."

He was going to change his strategy, if he could get Rumlow to get close to him, then he could disarm him and escape, he didn't want to hurt you, he would take you hostage and make you confess everything.

“Two heads are better than one.”

You had considered the possibility, so Brock did not move from his place, you approached Steve and injected the contents of the syringe, Steve twisted, the sensation was worse than when the serum was injected, he felt as if his veins burned in the fire.

"How long will it take to take effect?" Brock asked.

"They told me that in a normal person fifteen minutes, in him five," you replied.

“Did they tell you what effects did you inject?”

"He will remember all the things he feels guilty about all his life as if he were there again, witnessing them."

“Wow, you're the best.”

“I know.”

You kissed him again, he began to caress your back, you knew that as soon as you had time he would give you your reward, now only had to observe the behavior that he began to show since it seemed that the liquid began to take effect.

Steve was sweating as if he had a fever, his breathing began to accelerate, he closed his eyes tightly, in his mind, a cluster of images began to appear, it hurt, and he felt a lot of pain.

He remembered his dying mother in the hospital, the months before he got sick he had been working longer to buy his medicines and everything he needed if he had not been so weak, if he had not told him that he wanted to go to university She had not had to try harder, it was her fault that she had become ill with tuberculosis and then she died.

He saw Bucky fall from the train again, it was his fault that his best friend, he must have done something more to prevent him from having that fateful fate, he felt that he had betrayed the only person who was there supporting him after losing his mother.

He could see every single face of the people he hadn't been able to save over the years, he should have done something else.

“How long will it take for our agents to arrive?” You asked Brock.

“Half an hour.”

"If you did what you promised me?" You asked, pretending a sweet voice.

"First we need to make him Captain HYDRA, then as soon as there is a chance we will have the trio that you love so much," he assured you.

"That's why I love you," you said.

"No, you love me because I'm the best," he corrected you.

Both laughed.

“Do you think I should have told him about his best friend?”

"Better find out later, I assure you that by having the two super soldiers on our side, HYDRA will dominate the world."

You sat down to watch the show he was offering as you waited for the rest of the team to arrive.

No mission has ever been so easy before.

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leahxx129 · 5 years ago

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Fun Fact (Steve Rogers X Reader)

Okay, this one’s for the lovely @waiting4inspiration ‘s #staysafestayhomechallenge, my prompt can be found in bold. This is my second fic ever posted on here, but I hope you enjoy it. :)

Summary: Fun fact: when you’re dying, your life does flash before your eyes. Well, not all of it of course, just the snippets that actually made it worth living. For you this means four memories that portray different stages of your relationship with Steve Rogers.

Warnings: angst, a little bit of smut, character death

Word count: 3.567

When you arrived in the middle of the battle that was raging on in Wakanda, Natasha, Okoye and Wanda were struggling to fight Proxima Midnight. You hit her with a ball of blue fire to aid your friends, and she stumbled back hard.

“How dare you?!” she screamed.

Your only response was another ball, but this time it was a bigger one. It caught her with such force and velocity that she flew against a Thresher and got shredded to pieces.

“Steve’s in the forest with Thanos!” Natasha shouted knowingly.

You ran into the woods as fast as possible and the scene playing out in front your eyes was gut-wrenching. Steve had the upper hand, but he was undeniably struggling, and it was a matter of seconds before he’d lose his advance. A blue blast coming from you sent Thanos crashing into a nearby tree.

“Y/N!” Steve uttered your name, but you couldn’t be bothered.

You appeared in front of Thanos in just a fraction of time and disabled him with the fire. You could hear voices all around you, coming from various people – Thanos bellowing, Steve demanding you to stop, Bucky telling him to flee – but you ignored all of them and closed your eyes, feeling the blue fire rise.

Fun fact: when you’re dying, your life does flash before your eyes. Well, not all of it of course, just the snippets that actually made it worth living. For you this meant four memories.

You clearly envisioned the day you met Earth’s most exclusive redheaded spy alongside with the man who awakened feelings in you that you yourself didn’t even know you were capable of experiencing.

It was a humid hot day in July, your short-sleeved yellow uniform and red apron stuck to your body in all the wrong places, making you feel uncomfortable. You took in a sharp breath as your bandaged palms came in contact with the plates you were supposed to deliver to table 3 and put them down in an instant.

“Hey Mike! I am so sorry, but I just don’t think I can wait tables today… how ‘bout I take up all the orders and you bring them out?” you called out to your co-worker.

“What’s in it for me?” he furrowed his brows.

“I’ll buy you coffee.”

“So, it’s a date, right?” a grin formed on his freckled, yet handsome face.

“No, Mike. It’s coffee.”

“So, it’s a coffee date?”

“Nope, only coffee, Mike. No date. I’ll buy you one in the morning and just give it to you when I arrive.”

There was a moment of silence and his grin turned into a small smile.

“You know you’re lucky you’re hot and I’d do anything for you, free coffee or not.” he said picking up the plates and disappeared.

The diner was packed, a loud buzz filled the place as everybody was talking simultaneously. Having spotted a raised hand, you hurried over to get the order. Sure, your palms hurt holding a notepad and a pen, too, but remotely not as much as when you picked up those full plates.

“Welcome to Pop’s Diner, what can I get you?” you recited without even as much as sparing a glance at the consumers.

“A conversation would be nice.”

Your eyes immediately shot to the speaking man and his companion and widened in shock.

“Oh my God! You… you’re…” you felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you tried putting together a coherent sentence and failed.

“It’s okay, don’t be nervous.” the read headed woman smiled kindly. “I’m Agent Natasha Romanoff and this is Captain Steve Rogers. We’re here on behalf of Nick Fury.” she continued on, making you gasp loudly.

“We’d just like to talk, that’s all. Would you mind sitting down for a second?” Rogers chipped in.

You opened your mouth to protest since you were working after all, but promptly decided against it and sat down across them. When Captain America asks you to sit down, you sit down.

“May I… May I inquire what this conversation is in relation to?” you cleared your throat.

“Your palms.” Rogers stated calmly. He flashed you a smile what you assumed was supposed to be reassuring, but all he managed to do was make you even more flustered.

“My palms…? Wha- what about them?”

“It seems like you had burned them pretty badly.”

“Uhm, yeah. I was cooking and I didn’t realize how hot the pot was until it was too late.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Agent Romanoff took out her phone and placed it in front of you on the table. A security camera footage started to play and after a few second there you were, making your way through the diner’s parking lot a day ago. When you got to your car, a man pressed you hard against its side. A short grapple ensued and two minutes in an intense light emerged from your palms, making the stranger fall to the concrete. He was weltering on the ground, touching his own face and you just stood there. Satisfied. After a while you got in your car and drove off. The video stopped.

“Wanna re-think that answer?” she asked.

You didn’t even realize that a couple of tears escaped until they made their way down your face. You wiped them away furiously with the back of your hand. You winced when she called you by your name since you didn’t remember introducing yourself, but you shouldn’t have been surprised – you were convinced that by then S.H.I.E.L.D probably even knew what your favorite color was.

“Look, we have no idea what we witnessed on that tape and that’s one thing we’d like to know-”

“Well then that makes three of us…” you cut in bitterly. “ ’Cause I don’t even know what that was… Just to be clear, I did not want to melt that man’s face off even though he attacked me. I just felt threatened, and when I get angry or feel like I’m in danger, this incredibly cold sensation swipes trough me and just... wants to surface. By the time it reaches my palms it’s so cold, it burns… It burns right through my skin and looks like blue fire.”

Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers exchanged a quick glance and the latter started off to Pop’s office.

“Where’s he going?” you asked in panic.

“He’s handing your boss your resignation.”

“What??”

“Relax, душенька. I think you’re gonna like your new job better than this. But first, you’ve got a lot to learn.” she smirked in response.

The second scene playing before your eyes was about the night you and Steve kissed for the very first time.

You won the battle of New York. At a painstakingly high price paid in body-count, but you’ve won it, nevertheless. The city slowly started to revive again and tried getting back to the old routine, but deep down everybody knew that would never happen. The harsh reality that Earth wasn’t the only populated planet and that humans were not the only superior beings in the universe settled in every heart and mind and there was no way of changing that.

Stark of course felt like the victory was something to celebrate so he threw a rather extravagant party in the Stark Tower. You tried to enjoy it, you really did, but you didn’t succeed in doing so. The music struck as too loud and all the drunk people soon became annoying instead of entertaining. Consequently, you grabbed your half-empty glass of whiskey and headed up to the roof top to get a breath of fresh air. The cold gusts of wind felt wonderful against your skin.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that, Rogers. I almost threw a blue fire ball in your face.” you said without turning back. He chuckled softly and strolled to your side.

“Sorry, I just had to get away from the crowd. Plus, Stark’s hammered and he insisted on teaching me how to dance. I don’t think I’m ready for that tonight. Or ever will be.”

You didn’t notice how captivated he was when a genuine laughter ripped out of you.

“And here I was, thinking you deliberately followed me up here to finally get me alone.” you looked him in the eyes, smiling.

“You wish, doll.” his expression mirrored yours.

Your heart began racing as his face started to inch closer to yours. Your lips almost touched when a loud noise made you jump apart – courtesy of a very drunk Tony Stark trying to open the exit door with an equally drunk bimbo on his side.

“Whoops…” he said, then went on “… what was I saying? Oh, yes, sweetie, you can totally see Asgard from here. You just have to squint a little, then concentrate real hard and-”

Steve cleared his throat to make your presence known before Tony did something neither of you wanted to see.

“Rogers! Y/N! What are you two doing here? Oh, wait- did he… did he confess to you already?” he asked, looking straight in your eyes.

“Confess what?”

“Stark. Please stop talking. Now.” Steve’s voice was laced with nervousness, but Tony being Tony, did not stop talking.

“That he’s got a thing for you, Darling.” he informed you, then turned to Steve “Ugh, for God’s sake, Rogers, just kiss her already! Because if you won’t, I will!”

“Hey!” the bimbo screamed, clearly offended and went back to the building. A second later when Tony realized what happened he rushed after her shouting he didn’t mean it; he was just trying to motivate a friend. Or maybe he meant it a little, but just a little. Then all the noise died out.

“Soooo… you have a thing for me?” you spoke up after what seemed like an eternity of silence.

“Yes. I do. Although I planned on presenting it to you a bit differently.” he admitted.

“I see. Since it’s confession time, can I tell you something, too?”

“Sure thing, doll.”

You closed the distance between the two of you and stood on your tiptoes.

“I’ve got a thing for you as well, Steve…” you whispered in his ear.

He cupped your face and crashed his lips against yours in response. He did not like booze at all, but if anyone asked what his favorite was, he said whisky, because that’s what he tasted on your tongue that night.

Another clip of your life you were seeing was about the first time Steve made love to you.

You entered your room after a mission gone a bit sideways, exhausted to an extent that’s impossible to describe and with bruises and cuts covering the majority of your body. Steve stormed in just seconds after and slammed the door shut so hard it almost broke off its hinges. His beautiful face was hardened by anger and those blue eyes that often reminded you of the peaceful sea promised storm.

“What the hell was that?!” he demanded in a raised tone.

You sat down in front of your boudoir table and started peeling of your shredded suite very carefully.

“Answer me!” he shouted when he realized you had no intention of getting into an argument with him.

“Well, Cap, we went on a mission that in the end required some prompt, unplanned decisions on our side and I made them. Mission turned out successful. End of story. Is oral summary sufficient or would you like me to hand it in in written format?”

“Don’t “Cap” me, doll. And the attitude won’t bring you any closer to the end of this conversation…” he warned a little bit calmer, but still with a shaking voice.

“I’m sorry, Steve, I just don’t see what your problem is.”

You finished getting out of the top part and stood up to get done with the bottom, visibly struggling. With a couple of quick steps Steve appeared in front of you and tore it apart. You wore nothing but your underwear.

He then grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes.

“My problem is every single bruise on your body that’s not supposed to be there. Every single cut. Every single wound. Just because you learned how to use the blue fire without getting burnt it doesn’t mean you should use it excessively. I saw the effect it had on you today, don’t think I didn’t. For a split second it appeared as if it was consuming you from the inside…”

“Steve, if I hadn’t overdriven myself a little today, some of our greatest agents would’ve died. And I could not take that risk.” you said with gritted teeth. Tears started to sting your eyes, but you held them back.

“Well, I could! You know what risk I cannot take?! Losing you, doll.”

“I’m sorry…” you said in a small voice without a beat. Apologizing was not your genre, but the realization of how much Steve cared for you just dawned upon you. A mix of emotions took over you – you felt immensely loved, but at the same time, you were scared. “I gotta go take a shower. Will be back in no time.”

You slipped out of his grasp and let the tears flow as you closed the bathroom door behind you. Having stripped your underwear, you stepped into the shower and started cleansing yourself. You hoped the hot water would wash away the shame and guilt you felt, not just the dried blood and dirt. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you jumped a little when Steve opened the shower cabin door.

“Oh my God, you scared me!” but he didn’t say a word.

He pushed you against the cold shower wall and kissed you violently, while his hands explored every curve of your body. It took all your willpower to break the kiss.

“Steve, do you really want our first time to be shower sex?” you asked panting.

“It doesn’t matter where we are, doll. I love you and I want you.” he growled, kissing down your neck.

Every fiber in your body ached in protest, but you ignored them. You ran your nails down his back as he put his hands under your thighs and gently lifted you up. A moan escaped you mouth when he entered you and slowly started moving. Steve swore it was the most beautiful sound in the whole goddamn universe. It was not long before the tension started building up in your body and having noticed this, he picked up the pace. You’d never moaned anyone’s name during orgasm before, but Steve was the only exception. He reached his bliss second later.

“On second thought, shower sex was just great for a first time.” you said, and he chuckled. “Where did you, uh, where did you hear about it?”

“Uhm, do you remember the mission like eight months ago when Stark and I got stuck on a desert island for six days?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, turns out, Stark opens up quite easily about his sensual experiences…”

“Noo. No way!” you laughed as you stepped out of the shower and started drying your hair with a towel.

“Yes way.” Steve followed you and took over the towel to dry your hair. “I also heard about other stuff, but those require a bed.” he smirked suggestively.

“In that case it’s a good thing I happen to own one.” you kissed his lips and wished that day would never end.

The last memory could not have been any clearer and it was breaking your heart all over again.

It was no question who’s side you were on when the civil war between Tony and Steve broke out… You got used to the life being on the run with Steve, Natasha and Sam in no time, although you still missed the others as well. They were the closest thing to a family you’ve ever had, and the rupture pained you badly at times. When Steve decided to collect the rest to unite in the fight against the greatest threat that ever endangered the universe, you were glad. You never knew how this beginning would mean the end of your relationship.

The first avengers Steve decided to recruit were Wanda and Vision in Europe, and frankly, you got there just in time. There’s a chance that a couple of minutes later there would’ve been no one to recruit… Your heart skipped a beat when you realized who you were up against, but you couldn’t allow yourself to ponder – lives were on the line. You helped Natasha stab Glaive and when Proxima Midnight grabbed your shoulder and turned you in her direction to deliver a punch, her fist froze mid-air.

“Y/N?” she asked uncertainly, but you didn’t answer. Sam flew in and kicked her to Glaive’s side. “Your father will hear about this, I promise.” she threatened before vanishing in blue light.

Everybody was panting, the fight exhausted all of you. Other than that, no sound could be heard.

“What was she talking about, doll?” Steve spoke up finally, asking the question everyone was dying to hear the answer to.

You all boarded the Quinjet, but you and Steve went to a separate cabin to discuss matters first.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t hit you or try to kill you on spot, though you were absolutely certain you would’ve deserved it. He just sat there. Quietly. He didn’t utter a word while you were telling him that you, in fact, were not human. You were a member of a species called ‘Inhuman’, which was the result of mixing Kree genes with human ones, and this is the reason why you possess the blue fire. He didn’t say a thing while you were telling him that as a child, Thanos snatched you and brought you up as his own daughter alongside two other girls, Nebula and Gamora, and turned the three of you into the most feared assassins in the entire galaxy. His mouth stayed shut while you were telling him that coming to Earth was a mission ordered by Thanos to gain intel on what was going on here and you were deemed fit for it as you looked like humans.

“But I stopped delivering information years ago, Steve! Do you know why? Because I fell in love with you! And because I realized the error of my father’s ways! He lied to me throughout my entire life and manipulated me into believing his false ideology! Steve? Please, say something, Steve…”

“Leave.”

You were not sure if the word echoed in the room or was it just your own mind.

“What?”

“I said, leave.” he stood up. There was no sign of fury on his face. Only disappointment. You didn’t move, so he continued.

“You were the very first woman I loved after Peggie, which I thought would be impossible for a long-long time… I loved you, Y/N. You saved me in more than one way, and after the war I wanted to settle down with you. Start a family. But you know this damn well, for fuck’s sake… And now it turns out I never even knew you…”

“But Steve, you knew me, in fact, you know me!” you interrupted with a cracking voice.

“No, doll, I didn’t. And I don’t.”

You ran up to him and cupped his face, but he refused to look at you. Your palms were wet from the tears he shed. He peeled your hands off him slowly.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I could never do that. But I want you to leave. I don’t care who’s side you’ll fight on in this war or if you decide to sit it out, just whatever you do, stay away from me. God, I can’t even look at you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop the sobs surfacing from your chest.

The flashback scenes stopped, and the blue fire was burning more than ever inside of you. Steve had been right all those years ago… if you overdrove yourself, it would consume you from the inside and everything else in your immediate proximity, too. But if this was the only way of defeating your father and saving the universe, so be it. Suddenly, numbness took the place of pain and you subjected to it.

A high number of people showed up to your funeral organized at Tony’s lake house. Everybody placed a white rose on top of your empty casket and expressed their condolences to Steve, but he wasn’t paying attention at all. He tried to, really hard, but he just couldn’t. Tony was the last person to go there and place his rose.

“You know Rogers, I’ve never been one to sugarcoat things and I’m not gonna lie this time, either.” he said, his words making Steve look him in the eyes. “From what I hear… If you had kept your mouth shut, she’d still be here… At least there’s a high chance for that. But there’s also a high chance that half of the fucking universe wouldn’t. Respect her choice... That’s what I’m trying to do.”

Respect your choice... These three words became Steve’s mantra – the first thing that came to his mind in the morning, and the last at night. They were the glue that kept the pieces of his heart together just enough to function as a human being.

#ssshchallenge #staysafestayhomechallenge #mcu fic #steve x reader #steve rogers

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waiting4inspiration · 5 years ago

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Silent Confessions

Part 1

Notes: I’m participating in @waiting4inspiration writing challenge. This is my bit, inspired by prompt #2 “We were in love once. That doesn’t just go away!” I’m not sure how long or short this will be yet. This is a Geralt AU with an original female character. Warnings will change based on the chapter. Story is in progress…

Challenge tags: #ssshchallenge #staysafestayhomechallenge

Warnings for this chapter: Adult themes 18+, sexual relationship but nothing graphic

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The last time Tamia saw the Witcher was 8 years ago. He sustained an injury so bad even his tincture couldn’t heal it. He was directed to her, the resident healer and root-worker of the town.

The man was larger than life, almost too large for her quaint cabin. It wasn’t an easy task healing him; the wound was stubborn and so was he. Most times he was in a bad mood, she threatened to kick him out multiple times.

Then the day came, the day he warmed up to her. Over a pot of soup by the fire, The Witcher began to talk; to open up just a little. That moment changed everything, long awkward silences turned into all-night conversations; both revealed themselves little by little.

By time Geralt’s leg healed, the cozy cabin felt like home, and so did Tamia. It wasn’t something he was ready to admit to himself, he knew he had to leave, yet he decided to say. Complaining of phantom aches and pains when he walked, finding any excuse to stay. He wanted to spend more time with her.The feeling was mutual, she was fully aware of his improved health. However, as long as he pretended to need her help, she would let him.

Everything unfolded at a rapid pace after that. The first time she kissed him came only days later, a kiss he greedily and passionately accepted. That very night, they shared the bed for the first time, finally releasing weeks of sexual tension.

They devoured each other; exploring, possessing, and indulging in one another. It was the most passionate affair either of them had ever had. Leaving marks on each other’s hearts and souls that would remain long after their bodies returned to the earth.

The sacred words lingered like a secret on both their tongues, yet neither dared to speak them. The words laced each kiss, embrace, and gaze. Three words so rich, heavy, and powerful; yet both were terrified to speak them.

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Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, sexual innuendo, insecurity

Rating: M

Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

Chapter 3

“Biiiiiitch...”

“Bitch,” Cash acknowledged.

“Bitch,” Glenn replied, stunned.

“Bitch, I know, right? What the fuck?”

“Bitch,” Glenn answered.

“Bitch,” Cash responded in disbelief.

“And bitch he got brothers? Shit, tell him I’m cute, Puerto Rican and a bottom. What’s up?” Sitting up, Glenn ran his fingers through his mess of auburn curls.

“Bitch, focus! This is not about you, right now.” She rolled her eyes at his smiling face. “I’m sitting here like, no fucking way. I’m being played for real.” Cash pulled her hoodie up over her head to hide her embarrassment. “Do you think he’s serious? That can’t be him. There’s no way fucking way that’s him.” She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a scream. “What the fuck am I doing here? I don’t meet some guy on the internet and hop across an ocean to meet him.”

“Bitch you are living your best life.” Glenn’s smile faded quickly as he looked at his best friend. It was time for her to get that serious BFF talking to that she so desperately needed. “You will meet him and either he looks like that or he doesn’t.” God, I hope he does, he found himself thinking. He wanted so badly for his friend to end up with someone beautiful and special, just like her. “You already know you’re into this man. When you meet, if it’s him, see where it goes. Shit, you might even get a little. If it’s not him and you still like him – worst-case scenario, ya still might get you some.”

“What if it is him and I don’t like him?”

“Then give him my number, bitch. Oye, Papi..."

"Fuck you, bitch. I love you. Bye,” Cash said before hanging up the phone.

She sat there for a few more minutes, debated calling Ivar back. After she stared and stared at those pictures, his smile, the one with him with no shirt...how happy he looked with his brothers, how could she not call him back? Holding her breath, she hit his name on her WhatsApp and listened to the chime in her ear.

Ivar snatched his ringing phone from his brother’s hand and answered the call quickly. “Hello? Cash?”

“Hey. Did you get the pictures?” She closed her eyes dying to ask him what he thought. She wouldn’t do it though. This was going to be a fun vacation and she wasn’t going to have any expectations.

Putting his earbuds back in his ears, Ivar scrolled back to the photos on his phone to look at her beautiful face and smiled. “I did. Thank you. You have a perfect smile.” He could swear he could hear her blushing through the phone. “I now have a face to go with the voice I dream about.”

“Ja, hallo?” The man who opened the door was blond, with the soft round face and he was not Ivar. His voice was deeper and a bit stuffier. Judging from the photo she had seen earlier, Cash ventured a safe guess that this was Ivar’s older brother. “Ah…you must be Cash.” He leaned against the door jam, shoving potato chips in his mouth, grinning.

He inspected her, not long enough to make it creepy or awkward, but he did take the customary 3 seconds that men need to size up a woman. In that short amount of time, Hvitserk approved.

“Hi. Is Ivar here?” Cash wondered if he could hear her heart pounding in her voice. This was a mistake. She shouldn’t have come. Not on this trip, not to his hotel room. None of it. She should have stayed her ass at home.

Hvitserk stood at the door, nodding and smirking. She was about as nervous as Ivar was. God, they were cute. He couldn't wait to call Ubbe and Bjorn about this.

"Can I come in?" She asked unsure why he standing there grinning at her like that.

"Oh, sure. You can take a seat. I have to find him. I will let him know you have arrived."

She had so many questions. The first being, why was Ivar’s brother there? Was she about to be a MISSING post on Facebook? Was Ivar’s brother the one pretending to be Ivar, even though they sounded nothing alike?

She took a seat on the couch and waited while the other man stepped out on the balcony. She heard two distinct voices speaking in a different language. She recognized Ivar’s voice right away and her heart skipped a beat.

The cigarette in Ivar’s hand started to shake. What was she doing here? They never made plans on what time they would meet. He still needed time to prepare. He needed to have a few drinks first. “I am not ready to meet her now.” He cut his eyes to try to peek around Hvitserk. “I can’t.” Oh God, what if he forgot how to speak English? Or what if his legs just gave out on him from being nervous?

And if Hvitserk didn’t wipe that shit-eating grin off of his face he was going to punch him in the throat.

“Well, brother, she’s here and she's pretty cute.” Hvitserk was enjoying the hell out of this. He was so glad he came on this trip. “What are you so afraid of?” Ivar gave his brother a knowing look, then gestured to his legs. “Oh shit. You didn’t tell her?” The giggle that bubbled up from Hvitserk’s throat escaped before he could reign it in. “Ivar!”

Ivar watched as Hvitserk walked away and told Cash that he’d be out in a minute. There was no getting out of it now. He took one last strong pull off of the Marlboro before snuffing out the lit tip. With a deep exhalation of breath, he got to his feet, grabbed his crutches and slowly made his way through the balcony doors.

When he came through the door, he’d had his head down and his long, brown hair framed his face. As he made his way over to her, he straightened up and flung his hair back giving her a good look at him.

Did her face always hurt this much when she smiled?

Ivar watched mesmerized as Cash tucked her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt not to smile. It didn’t work, not with a smile as beautiful and vibrant as hers. It was infectious. As soon as she smiled, he forgot that he was supposed to be embarrassed and he smiled, too.

Those eyes. What shade of blue are they? He has perfect teeth. Are Norwegians usually that tan? The tight blue Henley shirt he wore did everything to make every muscle in his arms and chest stand out.

It felt like time was standing still. Those cheekbones, and her lips…fawning chocolate eyes. Her coloring is like honey. That shade of yellow against her skin…and those long, delicate fingers. Oh, God.

“Yup. Like two puppies. Standing in the middle of the room, staring at each other.” Hvitserk held his phone’s camera out to give a panoramic view. “They still haven’t said a word.” He switched the camera’s view back to himself and looked at his brothers' smiling faces. “He is finally going to get some ass,” Hvitserk said in his native language, laughing as he walked back into his bedroom.

“You’re so tall.” Her voice was as melodic as it was over the phone.

He was almost an entire foot taller than her. “Ja. You are just a little thing.” Ivar smiled shyly, looking down at Cash. There was the voice that she knew. She had drifted to sleep listening to him read to her or sing, so many times. She didn’t know when his voice became a comfort. “Is it okay to hug you?”

He smelled like Dior Sauvage mixed with a hint of cigarettes. Cash closed her eyes against the warmth of his muscular chest and honestly didn’t want to let him go. She was half hoping he’d kiss her, but when she opened her eyes and looked up at him, he stepped back slightly and motioned toward the couch.

“I know I just kinda barged in on you. But, there was no way I could take a nap…I was too nervous. I had to meet you in person. I had to know – you know? Part of me was wondering if you were honest about who you really were. I mean, men that look like you, don’t start online relationships with women in other countries. Then go to yet another country to actually meet them. Unless of course, they’re trying to get a Green Card or take all her money or something.”

Ivar was amazed that she said all of that in one breath. He couldn’t quite understand everything she said, but he enjoyed watching her mouth move as she said it. “I cannot understand everything when you talk so fast.” Rubbing his thick hand across his chin, he kept looking toward the hallway, afraid that his older brother would come out of the room and embarrass him.

“I’m sorry. I’m just really glad that you turned out to be you.”

“I am, too.” Hvitserk was going to come out of his room at any moment. Ivar could feel it. He was already nervous enough, he couldn’t take the chance of having Hvitserk ruin everything. They had to leave. “Do you maybe want to get some get some dinner now?” He was relieved when she agreed. He wanted time to properly talk to Cash and explain everything, but not with Hvitserk around. “Just give me a second and I will be ready.”

Cash watched him walk out of the room, noticing him limping on crutches, but she still found herself giggling like a schoolgirl.

So this was Ivar?

He was real and she was happy.

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shannygoatgruff · 5 years ago

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Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, sexual conversation, insecurity

Rating: M

Chapter 5 || Chapter 7

Chapter 6

“Ivar, if you don’t take those damn close off.” Cash playfully rolled her eyes, while holding her hand out. She could see about million different emotions running across his face, and then the one that settled in his eyes. Fear. “Look. You’re going to catch pneumonia if you don’t get out of those wet clothes. Just take them off. There’s nobody here but me.”

Ivar desperately wanted to get out of his clothes. He was miserable, cold, and wet. His shirt was sticking to him like a second skin. His sweatpants weighed a ton and were getting heavier by the second. The wet fabric against his skin was making him itch. Did Bubbe switch detergents without telling me?

If he didn’t get out of his pants soon his legs would start to chafe against his braces and he didn't want that. That would mean he would be in Austria for the next two weeks needing to apply an anti-itch/anti-inflammatory steroid cream to them and he would not be able to wear his braces at all while he was doing that treatment. No braces meant no walking. No walking meant no going out and seeing the city with Cash. No going out with Cash meant, no...anything. Then why did he come on this trip in the first place?

He couldn’t move. Not yet anyway. He would probably be more comfortable taking his clothes off if, say, the room was dark and they were about to have sex. But right now? It was the middle of the afternoon, for God’s sake. Her curtains were wide open and all of the rain-soaked pervs of Vienna who might be standing in the enclosed garden could see.

“What if…” she walked over to her suitcase and started rummaging through it. She pulled out an over sized t-shirt and pair of comfy sweats that she’d stolen from her brother from her bag and held them up. She looked at them, then looked at him.

Ivar burst out laughing. “That will never fit. I have a phat ass. And that is with a P.H.”

“Yes, you do.” She mumbled under breath as she walked over to him. “These were my brother’s. I don’t know if they’ll fit, but you could try them.”

Ivar looked at the clothes apprehensively. Why didn’t they just go back to his hotel? Why did it have to start pouring down rain in the middle of their day out? Why didn’t he think to check the weather before they left his room? Why didn’t he have an umbrella? There were so many things he could have differently to have avoided being in this situation.

Cash weighed all of the options for a minute and briefly consulted with the people in her head. There was clearly only one solution to this problem. As her heart rate increased, she chewed on her bottom lip to swallow her nerves. Without another thought, she reached for the bottom of her long-sleeved tee and pulled it over her head.

“What are you doing?” Ivar asked in surprise. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her dark green lace bra. It was the kind of strappy bra he liked - the kind that had the two extra straps near the cups that landed across her chest creating the perfect illusion of cleavage. The bra was nice, but to Ivar, it looked exquisite on Cash.

She didn't have the biggest chest he'd ever seen, but he was more than impressed by it. Her breasts would fit perfectly in his large hands and he wouldn't have to worry about any spillage. He could do a lot to her with just one hand and not need to worry about how to hold her up and use both hands to support a boob.

Ivar cleared his throat and quickly released his hand when he noticed he balled it into a fist at the thought of holding her breasts.

He forced his eyes to look anywhere other than her chest. He found that he had an equally hard time trying not to stare at the way her pulse quickened just above her collarbone. Or at her naturally flat stomach with the cutest outie navel, he'd ever seen. She had a dark line that trailed from her belly button down into her underwear and he had to admit, he was very curious about. Her hips weren't quite proportionate to her waist - had she a little bigger, her body shape would have made more sense. But as it were, she was the most beautiful woman Ivar had ever seen.

Cash started to pick at her nail polish. She felt like an idiot. “If you’re going to be awkward and embarrassed, then so am I.” She walked over to him and handed him a towel.

Turning to the mirror just to the left of him, she looked at her reflection. “I mean, what do you have to be embarrassed about? You’re the one with the six-pack and I’m the one in practically a training bra. And look at my damn hair. I look like a drowned rat. Do you know how long it took me to Frankenstein together the products I needed to tame these curls? Now, look at it. In a few hours, I’m gonna be looking like I just jumped off a zebra in Wakanda some damn where."

Ivar touched her bare shoulder and felt her flinch under his fingers. He searched her eyes when she looked into his. “I cannot understand everything when you talk so fast.” He gave her a boyish smile before bending down to softly kiss her lips, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are beautiful.”

Cash pursed her lips in a manner that made only one cheekbone raise. Damn him and those soft lips. She watched as he removed his wet shirt without protest.

Oh, the body on that man. She reached out and took his wet shirt from his hand, “Gonna hang this up to dry.” Walking to the bathroom towel rack she tried to steady herself with several cleansing breaths. “You know what we need?” She called out as she walked back into the room.

“A drink?” Ivar asked hopefully. He needed something to get himself together. He hadn’t been this nervous since he was 13 and the time Hvitserk walked in on him masturbating.

Cash shook her head, “Music.” She grabbed her phone and looked for a playlist. She and Ivar always had music in common. Some nights, they would spend hours on the phone discussing music and sending each other songs and videos that they thought the other would like.

Though their tastes varied on some things, for the most part, they seemed to agree on a lot. He liked a little more of that emo shit that she wasn’t into, while he thought she liked too much of old school hip hop. They would have just to agree that he was wrong and she was right and then they could live happily ever after. “What are you feeling?”

“Cold.”

She flashed her eyes at him. “Fine…random it is.” She turned on her portable Beats speaker and bobbed her head when the sounds of Lizzo filled the room. She walked over the refrigerator and pulled out a beer for Ivar and walked it over to him. “So, are you going to stand in that spot the whole day?”

“No.” He had been standing there debating if he was going to take off his pants. His legs were hurting from standing still so long and not moving, plus he was itchy and wet. But, if he took off his pants, then he would have to also remove his braces. That would mean he would have to crawl. Cash hadn’t seen that, yet. Talking about it was one thing; seeing it was something different, entirely. “Thank you.” He tilted the beer in her direction.

Cash nodded reading his expression. She knew that he wasn’t trying to take his pants off. This was a big step for him. Not only was he embarrassed about showing her about his impairment, but she was pretty sure he was worried about seeming like a creeper if he just started getting naked. He just told her last night that he needed a little time. What if he thought that she thought that if he took his clothes off she was taking that as a sign of it being sexy time? Oh God, she wasn’t even thinking that! She just didn’t want the man to freeze to death.

All she knew was somebody needed to do something soon because she was cold and her jeans were sticking to her most uncomfortably. Wet denim and lace were not a good feeling no matter the porno titles tried to have people believe.

Ivar closed his eyes and leaned back until he made contact with the door. He slowly slid down to the floor into a seated position. Without looking up, he removed one shoe and sock, followed by the other. He opened his beer and downed almost half of it, before letting out a silent belch. “I have to warn you. My legs are small…no. Ah, skinny?” He released his hair from the hairband that was holding it back in a bun and let the wet strands free before rolling up one wet pant leg and loosening the brace's straps.

Cash stood still watching the way Ivar kept his head down and his hair fell forward blocking the view of his face. She knew he was doing this on purpose so he wouldn't have to look at her. She could tell by the way he was fumbling around with the straps that he wasn't paying attention to the braces either. He wasn't embarrassed about his legs - Ivar was ashamed.

“Hey, Ivar?” Cash looked him the eye when he raised his head. “My legs are skinny, too.” She unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled out of them. She knew she should have bought them a little bigger, but she was trying to be cute. She wondered if she had an imprint on her stomach from the waistband of her jeans. Her Gigi always told her she had to pay for beauty. Buying these damn jeans too small was payment enough. But it was good for him to see her struggling with her pants. Maybe it would help him get rid of this idea that he had to be a certain way for her.

He shouldn’t be looking at her like that. “I told you, I only had one serious girlfriend before in my life, Ja?” He said as he removed the first brace. He rolled up the other pant leg and began loosening the straps on that brace, “She and another woman are the only people to ever see them before, other than my family and doctors.”

Cash continued to run the towel down her legs before wrapping it around her waist. She walked over to where Ivar was and took a seat in front of him. She watched in silence as he scooted around to pull his pants from his hips and off of his legs. She handed him his towel and tried not to stare as he began to dry himself.

Admittedly, his legs were strange. To start, they were extremely pale, compared to the rest of him. Then the tops of his thighs were shaped normally, but the lower half of his quads started to taper inward toward his knees. From there, his legs were very thin and heavily scarred; the right more so than the left. “Why?”

“You see them.” He said, slapping his thigh. “Not exactly an advertisement for men’s shorts.” He covered his legs with the towel and picked up his beer and took another sip.

Cash raised her brow at him, “Well they’re bigger than mine. She held her leg out to him and laughed when he ran his finger down her foot.

So now that the Phase I of Humiliating Ivar was out of the way, he might as well get on with the rest of it, “You are aware I cannot walk now? I will have to crawl…”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“What?”

“You don’t need to preface everything for me,” she wrinkled her forehead at him with a disapproving look. “It’s really not a good look for you.”

Ivar looked at her confused. “I don’t know what preface is,” he folded his hands in his lap and waited for her to continue.

“You keep trying to warn…no, prepare me for what’s about to happen like I’m going run away or be shocked by something. Well, I’m still here. You haven’t shocked me yet.” She reached out and put her hand on a scar on his shin, “Except maybe with how fine you are.” She noticed how cold her hand was against his warm skin and wondered if she should remove it. He didn’t seem affected by them, so she left it there for a moment. “Believe me, I have a ton-o-shit that I’m self-conscious about. We are just going to have to work through that shit together.”

Ivar laid his cold hand on top of Cash’s and gently threaded his fingers between hers. “Like a team? Team… Civarsh.”

Cash chuckled at the name, “What does that mean?”

Ivar shrugged, “Nothing. It’s the mixture of our names. All teams have a name. Justice League; Avengers; The Migos; Wu-Tang Clan...”

“But, not Civarsh?” Cash laughed, “I can’t even say it. Your team naming skills suck. If I’m going to be part of a team it needs to have a name to let people know that we are a force to be reckoned with…’

Ivar listened intently to Cash talk but somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized that he was sitting on the floor in only his underwear with a girl he hardly knew and he was completely comfortable. He had never before felt like this in his life, not even when he was with Freydis. Even, when they had sex, he hadn’t been this comfortable.

In fact, he remembered that he would usually put his pants on, immediately after she was done. After they had been together for a little while, and they both knew that something was wrong with him sexually, he stopped removing his pants, altogether. She didn't need him to take them off to get what she needed. But this? This wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of nice, if he was being honest.

“Would that make you feel some kind of way?” Cash raised her brows in question, hoping that she hadn’t offended him. Her heart was in the right place, but it was a weird request. Her mother always said that the road to hell was paved with good intentions.

Ivar looked confused.

He had been listening to her but he must have zoned out for a minute. "Sorry?”

“Would it make it weird if I crawled, too?” She asked again, a little less confident than the first time. It sounded so much better in her head. Those bitches Jessica and Jasmine had convinced her it was a good idea. She should have known better to listen to them. “I mean, I figure the reason we’ve been sitting by the door in our wet underwear for the past 10 minutes is that you don’t want to crawl in front of me. So, I figure if you have to crawl, and I crawl with you, then…” She looked at his face and could not get a read on his expression.

There wasn’t a name for the emotion that Ivar was feeling. All he knew was the back of his eyes burned with the hot sting of tears and his top lip began to sweat. His dry throated swallow made his Adam’s apple bob before he licked his lips and tried to say something intelligent.

“Never mind,” she said lowering her eyes, “it was a stupid idea. I’m sorry if I offended you. It wasn’t my intention. I was just trying…”

“You would that for me?” He covered his mouth with his hands and furrowed his brows as he tried to figure her out. “You would be willing to crawl on the floor with me?”

“You shouldn’t have to look up to anyone,” she gave him a hopeful look and prayed that she didn’t just fuck up this whole trust thing they were building.

It was hard to scoot in wet underwear, but Ivar made the best of it without his boxer briefs sliding down his butt. He managed to close the space between him and Cash, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other in her wet hair, he pulled her face toward his.

Last night, their kissing had been nice and exploratory. This kiss today? He wasn’t quite sure what came over him, but it was heavy and needy. If he didn’t get himself together, he was going to end up laying her back on that floor and let whatever was going to happen, happen.

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shannygoatgruff · 5 years ago

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Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, strong sexual content

Rating: M

A/N: First my apologies for taking so long to post this chapter. I lost the original version of chapter 7, but I hope you enjoy this slightly longer re-write. I think this story only has 1 or 2 more chapters and it’s done. I’m almost through telling the story I wanted to tell.

Next, I got the idea for this from experience I had with an ex, with whom I am still very close friends. We were actually talking about this particular encounter recently, and I thought it would be fun to write it. I will say, if you have never had sex with someone that you are truly friends with, you have no idea what you’re missing out on! I think the sexiest sex is the kind where you talk to your partner. Maybe it’s just the stage I’m in my life. What you’re doing doesn’t interest me as much as what’s going on in your head.

Finally, I used the lyrics to ‘Imported’ by Jessie Reyes without permission. I love her and that song and when I hear it, I see Ivar and Cash. I have included the video at the end of the chapter - the vibe of the song is how I see them as a couple.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

When Ivar moved across the floor, there was grace in his movements. His motions were fluid, and because he didn’t use his legs to aid him, how he curved his spine to usher his mobility gave him the agility of a big cat stalking his prey. One-shoulder worked in tandem with the hip on the opposite side of his body creating this... glide, that was simply fucking sexy. Cash found herself wondering how good the view of him crawling would look from underneath him.

Crawling for Cash, however, was anything but graceful. She hadn’t gotten very far, just from the dresser to the full-length mirror, but fuck a duck if it wasn’t hard. At first, she tried to be all sexy, and crawl on her hands and knees, but when she realized Ivar couldn’t use his knees, she switched to an Army crawl.

After the first pass across the floor, she knew this crawling idea was going to be short-lived. Not only did she not possess the upper body strength to keep it up, but she was also getting hella ashy. It was bad enough the rain had washed away most of her lotion, but now she was sliding around on the carpet. She was going to look like she had been rolling around in flour at any minute. Her mother would have a fucking fit if she saw the state she was in.

And how the hell was she supposed to get her toiletry tote across the room? It wasn’t like it was a backpack. It was hard enough trying to maneuver herself around, let alone bring something with her. She had tried dragging it and even pushing it in front of her. Both ways were taking forever. At the rate she was going, she and the tote would get to the mirror by her 30th birthday.

Ivar leaned against the bed watching with curiosity. He had never seen an able-bodied person struggle so hard to crawl. Why didn’t she just get up on all fours? He appreciated that view of her. It was much more seductive then whatever the hell she was doing now. Currently, she looked like she was trying to do the worm in a breakdance competition for quadriplegics.

“It may be easier if you use your arms. You have all of your weight on your elbows. Try using your wrists and hands. That way, you can move your bag with you.” Ivar laid on his stomach facing Cash and demonstrated, “See? Like this…”

“See, like this,” Cash mocked in a high pitched voice rolling her eyes as she continued to struggle across the floor. Suddenly, she felt the sting of his hand as it landed flat on her ass. It sounded much worse than it felt. It didn’t hurt in the least, but she still gave him the evil eye, “Did you just?” she feigned shock.

Being the youngest child, Ivar got away with a lot of shit. He was used to blaming one of his brothers for everything and he always got away with it. It became a little game he liked to play with them that he lovingly titled, ‘How much trouble can I get you in?’ It was during that time that he started doing this mocking, side to side head motion to symbolize his victory. As an adult, during a triumph, he continued to rock his head in this obnoxious manner, only now, it also included a shit-eating grin, followed by a dab.

Cash watched the most incredibly mischievous smile spread across Ivar’s face as he bobbed his head and then he dabbed the air. He spoke some foreign words and seemed mighty pleased with himself. “Oh, chuckle it up, Chuckles.” She rolled her eyes and sat up. “Ya, perv.”

God, he had been wanting to do that ever since she started crawling. He just wanted to see if her ass was really as soft as it looked. It was, and it had the right amount of bounce. “Sorry. I could not resist,” his smile was so big, it was hard to make out what he was saying, “You were making fun of me. It was all I could think to do,” he whined.

Cash turned toward the mirror and started to dump out the contents of her bag. She picked up her wide-tooth comb and folded her legs beneath her. Leaning into the mirror, she fixed her eyes squarely on his image, “If you wanted to cop a feel, all you had to do was ask.” She watched as his mouth opened and closed, like a fish.

“What are you going to do?” He asked, folding his hands in his lap.

Cash parted her hair down the middle and secured half of it with a ponytail holder. Carefully detangling the other half with a comb, she reached in the bag for a jar and struggled with the top, “I’m going to put my hair in two braids, so I won’t look totally crazy.” She held the jar out to Ivar. “Can you open this for me?”

Silently, he crawled to where she sat and took the jar out of her hands. With one turn he had the lid opened. “This smells wonderful. What is it?”

“A moisturizing mask.”

“It smells like coconuts and berries, and…and,” he took another big sniff but couldn’t quite place the scent, “I don’t know but it is amazing. It smells soft. Like you.”

“Jasmine,” she took the jar from his hand and tried not to blush. He thought she smelled soft? “I made this.”

“You make this?”

“It’s not hard,” she shrugged, “All you need are some essential oils for the smell and different kinds of butters. It’s pretty easy. It’s good to keep moisture in. I could even use it on your hair and it wouldn’t be greasy. See feel.” She titled her hair for Ivar to feel her hair without the moisturizer. “Now you know I must like you because I’m letting you touch my hair.” Then, she scooped a small amount of product onto her palm before rubbing it into her hair. After she had worked it though she tilted her head toward him again. “Now feel.”

His eyes grew with amazement. “That feels awesome.” Of course, he couldn’t help but bring his nose to her hair. “And it smells good.” His nose brushed the side of her ear before making its way to her neck, then back into her hair. “I like this smell.”

Cash giggled at the feeling, but she couldn’t ignore the tiny goosebumps that started to prickle every inch of her skin. “Do you know how to braid?” She asked feeling her neck slowly start to lean more into the warmth of this breath.

“Hmm?” He looked at her eyes in the mirror and noticed that he had been rubbing her arm. When did that happen? What the hell was in that jar? “Braid? A little. I used to help my mother when I was young. She has very long hair.” He watched as a smooth smile crossed Cash’s face. “Oh, no. I cannot. I am terrible at it.”

“Oh, you know nothing, Jon Snow,” she handed him a brush, “you do mine, and I’ll do yours.”

“And we can have a sleeping party, like girlfriends,” he mocked in a high pitched girl voice and twirled his hair around his finger, “...and paint each other’s nails and do make-overs!”

“That’s a slumber party, jerk. And as long as there are no pillow fights, I’d be okay with it.” She nudged his shoulder with her own. “But, I hope you don’t want to be my girlfriend.”

Ivar took the comb from Cash and looked at the floor. He didn’t want to chance to catch her eyes in the mirror, just in case, “I was really kind of hoping that you would want to be mine.”

“Really?” Cash asked said softly before capturing his lips for a soft kiss. “Good. It’s about time. I was getting gray hair over here, waiting on you to make a move...” Smiling into his lips, she wondered, how did her tongue always end up in his mouth? Was she capable of kissing him without needing to feel his velvety tongue on hers? She pulled away slightly and pecked him a few more times. “Now, I can’t be all kissing and everything with my hair looking like this. I’m too cute to be looking this tore up. So you helping or nah?”

Braiding each other’s hair had been the most intimate thing Cash had ever done with a man, besides Glenn, with her clothes on. Why was it so easy to trust him? She let him touch her hair – generally speaking, black women don’t let people other their mothers or their hairdresser touch their hair. Hell, Cash’s parents had been married for over 30 years and she seriously doubted that her father had ever touched her mother’s hair. She had known this man for almost 48 hours and she had already let him see her with ashy legs. What the fuck was really going on?

It was something more than just being comfortable around him being bushy and ashy, that’s for sure. Maybe it was the fact that the things that she normally would be embarrassed about she didn’t give a fuck about anymore. She was pretty sure that if she needed to fart in front of him, she would have, That’s how secure she felt with him.

Ivar was amazed that he stopped focusing on his the fact that his bare legs were showing and that he was crawling, hours ago. Whatever it was that he was nervous about before he had met Cash in person seemed like a distant memory. He had just let this woman braid his hair like he was a girl playing beauty shop.

Granted, the hairstyle looked badass, especially with the way his head was shaved on the sides – but he knew for sure none of his brothers would have let their girlfriends do that. Hvitserk would talk shit to him about it for years to come because of it, too. But, he didn’t care, it felt right. Everything about her delicate fingers gripping his hair and gently massaging his scalp felt incredible. If she wanted to take every braid out and start all over, he would let her. He would let her do whatever she wanted if it would make her smile.

Speaking of smiling, as he flipped through his phone for more music for them to listen to, his face lit up when he ran across their song. “You feel like singing?” As soon as the opening beat of Imported by Jessie Reyes ft. 6lack started playing, Cash let her head lean back and smiled.

Ivar grabbed a brush, and handed her one, too. If they were going to do this duet any justice, they both needed their microphones and to get into character. Mother nature was already setting the scene outside with the rain still beating down against the patio, creating the perfect backdrop for their music video.

Bringing the hairbrush up to his mouth, he wanted Cash to see how he had choreographed his movements to the song. He only wished that he had his braces on because he had an entire dance to go with it.

Hi, my name is 6Lack And sometimes people me SIX-LACK I don’t mind because they stubborn And my bank account is looking mighty fine We can skip the wine and dine Go straight for the wind and grind She wanna cum, I can make it happen, fuck trying

Ivar rolled his hips from his sitting position on the floor with a devilish look on his face that made Cash lick her lips. Damn, that boy could sing. Plus, he was sexy and gyrating…fuck! She was trying so hard to be good, but the song was talking about going straight for the wind and grind making people cum and sexy stuff and whatnot…she was only human.

Sometimes, I get messy, you can be my biggest secret I ain’t sliding if you wit him Baby, you gon’ have to have to leave him

Ivar wagged his finger at Cash to let her know that he wasn’t the cheating type. He winked at her when she smiled.

I got morals on Sundays, sometimes on Wednesdays

He shrugged his shoulder and raised a brow.

Really, it depends but,

Ivar tried his best not to laugh at the face she was making at his stage-worthy performance. He was giving her his best big dick energy vibes.

You, you’re in love with somebody else Maybe I could offer some help (Maybe I could offer some help) Get over them by getting under me

He watched as Cash closed her eyes and began to sing. He could listen to her sing all day. She had a beautiful voice and he loved the changes she made to songs. He especially loved what she did to Jessie Reyes’s part of this song.

But you might O.D. if you get too much of me Might O.D. if you get too much of me

Cash, too, had a routine for this song, but she was not going to do it for him. Instead, she just did what felt natural at the moment. She ran her hand down her throat to her collarbone then pulled her legs up to her chest. As she sang, she rubbed her cheek against her knee and gave him a vulnerable stare…

Hi, my name is not important I’m not from here, I’m imported I drink liquor like it’s water Hope my liver can afford it I’ve been lyin’ here with I’ve been lyin…, I’ll be lyin here I’m under the covers like

Her voice…that was the same voice he had listened to countless times over the phone, that was singing to him in person. It was a little overwhelming. He reached up and cupped her cheek, and when she opened her eyes he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss so slow and deep and it conveyed every thought and feeling that Ivar couldn’t put into words.

He had so much he wanted to tell her, too. Like how he was glad she replied to his comment that day on the Jessie Reyes blog for this song. He had been listening to Imported on repeat because he was still in love with Freydis. Even though they had been broken up for a couple of years and he didn’t want her back, he couldn’t get over her. He was stuck mourning for what they could have been. He had so many hopes and dreams for them. He thought he had found a beautiful woman that could love him despite his disabilities and he would have a chance at a normal life. But, it didn’t work that way. Nothing in his life ever worked out that way.

Enter this song and this girl: the song was about finding someone to help you get over a broken heart and the girl...she was feeling a certain way because her first serious boyfriend, who she hadn’t been for over five years, was getting married. Feelings had a funny way of fucking you up.

But there they were; keyboard gangsters, in their feelings and being flirty. They were two people on different continents who were never going to meet, so what harm was it to bare their souls? Nobody ever died from having another friend; especially friends that liked to sing loved musicals and could go into a monologue from a movie with just the last word of a sentence. Really, friends like that were hard to come by.

Now, if things kept going in the right direction, soon they would be lovers.

Thank you, Jessie Reyes.

Cash bit Ivar’s neck, causing him to groan and squeeze her body tighter. Good thing the rain hadn’t washed off the scent of Aqua di Gio that seemed to be oozing from his pores. Damn! How did he know exactly what scents got her going? Did this man always smell like walking sex? And was it natural for a man to have skin this damn soft?

She watched her fingers as they trailed the lines of his tattoo along his left shoulder. “What’s this?” She asked as her fingertips came dangerously close to his nipple, before tracing the line back up the head of the figure to the center of his chest.

Ivar watched her nail slowly move across his skin and tucked his lip in between his teeth at the feeling. “The mythical Norse dragon, Fáfnir.” Did his voice just crack? She made him feel like a teenager all over again.

Cash giggled. She loved the way he suddenly started rolling his “r” and how his “th” started to sound like a z. Had it always and she just not notice? “Your accent is stronger,” she let her tongue follow along the line of his jaw, “it’s so sexy.”

“It’s hard to concentrate on English,” he said matter-of-factly, making sure to slur his Norwegian tongue into his English words, hands still gripping her waist, gently rocking with her on his lap, “when you do that.” He pointed his chin toward the ceiling to grant her better access to his Adam’s apple, “You know, I don’t think I have ever been in this situation and had to speak English.”

Cash's eyes opened in bewilderment as she lifted her head. “You know what? I’ve never seen an uncircumcised penis.” The thought just hit her. If they were about to go there and she hoped to God they were, they needed to get all of this shit out of the way. She sat back on his thighs and looped her arms around his neck.

Ivar’s smile was so big, his eyes crinkled in the corners. “Now? You think of that now? Really?”

“I’m serious.” She said settling back with a slight pout, “Circumcision is a big thing in the US, like everybody does it. But here, not so much, right? I mean, you’re not Jewish, are you?” She raised her brow and nudged her head toward him. “You know what I mean?”

He shook his head. “You want to know if I am?”

“Kinda?” Talk about killing the mood. There were things that she might want to try with him, but she wanted to know what she might be in for first. Nobody liked those kinds of surprises during sex. “ Is that weird?” There were just certain things you need to be upfront about. Even though she suspected she wasn’t certain.

Ivar shrugged with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Perhaps you will just have to find out.”

“Oh, just tell me.” She slapped his bare chest and rolled her eyes when he made a face like it hurt. “I’ll tell you something.”

“I’m not telling you that. But, I will tell you, that I have never seen brown nipples.” He ran his fingers between Cash’s bra straps and her shoulders, slowly lowering the straps down her arm. When she didn’t protest, he continued to pull the straps lower. He looked her in the eyes while she bent her arms through the loops to free herself of them.

Sucking his lip, he let his eyes trail from hers down to her lips, then lower to her neck. He admired how her pulse quickened when his hands touched just above her cleavage and when his thumbs gently pushed the lace down to expose her to him, he wanted to lick the hollow of her throat. “You are beautiful.”

Brown, white, black or pink, skin was skin, and Cash’s was beautiful and the skin on her breasts was just as soft and warm as the rest of her. He patiently waited while she unhooked her bra and discarded it away from them, before he wrapped his muscular arms around her, burying his face in between her breasts. “I love boobs.”

“Really?” She said smiling, as he looked up at her from the middle of her chest. “You didn’t strike me a breast man.”

“I am an everything man.” He smiled rubbing his face across her soft skin. “What is that smell? God…”

“Ahh…that is Heliotrope Gingembre, my favorite perfume.”

“Mine now, too,” he said absently. Closing his eyes with his head laid on her chest.

She kissed him on the top of his head and started to rub the back of his neck, “You think I don’t know that you’re avoiding my question? I shared.”

“I did not ask you a question and you did not tell me anything.” He looked up at her and started to bob his head with that shit-eating grin again.

“I will pop that little bobblehead of yours off your shoulders. Now you’re just cheating.” She rolled off his lap and laughed when he pouted at her and started to reach for her like a child. “Not until you answer me.” She sat next to him, but faced him and absently rubbed her hand along the hair on his legs.

He watched in amazement as she did. She didn’t seem the least bit weirded out by his scars. “Okay, I’m sorry. You want to know if I was cut as a baby?” Ivar laid back on the floor and laced his hand with hers. He looked at their joined hands and held them up to his line of vision before rolling his wrist. Why prolong the inevitable? She was going to find out sooner or later. He figured, if she could see his legs and be perfectly with fine them, odds were she'd okay with an unsnipped prick. “No, I was not.” He laid her hand on his stomach with the laziest hint of a smirk on his face.

“Hmm. Interesting,” she responded wiggling her toes. She chewed the inside of her lip for a moment then shrugged her shoulders. “Okay,” she got up on her knees and knelt beside him. Cash let her hands trail down his muscular stomach and found herself smile when she realized that he was ticklish in the spot between his navel and his waist.

Carefully, her deft fingers slid under the grey waistband of his boxer briefs before she smoothed her hands around to his hips. Slowly, she lowered the shorts down his legs, never once taking her eyes off of his. Since Ivar couldn’t hoist his backside off the floor, he aided her by rocking from side to side as she continued to pull the garment down lower and lower.

And there he was. Ivar Ragnarsson in all of his birthday glory. He was a sexy man. It was the moment of truth and Cash didn’t quite know what to do or say. Was she supposed to comment or compliment? Was she supposed to touch him or ask questions? There was so much she wanted to do, but she wasn’t sure if any of it was okay.

“So?” Ivar placed one hand behind his head and the other on his chest. “No witty observations?”

“Well, you already know you’re sexy, AF.” She tilted her head and let her fingers trace the dark line of hair that traveled from his navel to the soft tufts at his groin. “But this…it’s different.”

“Different? What the hell does that mean?” Ivar laughed. “It looks the same to me.”

Her eyes got big and she nodded, “Well, you’ve seen it before. I haven’t…” She touched it. It felt the same as others she’d held in her hands. It was thick, had a nice length, and just the right amount of curve to it. The bounce back, when she pulled it toward her and let it go, so that it slapped back against his pelvis, made a good sound. By all accounts, it was a normal cock. It was hard, and hot in her hands and she even noticed how Ivar’s stomach clenched when she made contact with it. “So does it feel different?”

“Different than what?” He asked with a labored breath as she continued to hold and turn him over in her hand. “It feels the same to me.” Did she know what she was doing to him? She wasn’t jerking him or doing anything sexual, not really, merely touching and having a conversation with him. It was such a turn on.

“Let me show you.” He removed his hand from behind his head and placed it on himself. Lifting his head, he attempted some sort of origami thing with the skin. “This, I think, is what you are used to seeing.” He rolled his eyes in his head and sucked his teeth, “Whatever.” He released the skin and smiled. “My way is much better. Much more sensation.”

“Oh, really?” She was intrigued. If she were being honest, it wasn’t the cutest one she’d ever seen. But, that was because she just wasn’t used to it, yet. She was sure in a few days, she would think it was the hottest one she’d ever seen! “How so?”

“This part in there…feels everything, sometimes too much.” He picked up her hand and placed it back on his swollen member, before closing his eyes at the feeling, “Sometimes, you have to touch it through the skin…”

“Like a clit?”

Ivar shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. I do not have one of those.” He let his hand travel up Cash’s thigh and settle right below her hip. “If direct pressure is applied to you, does it make you,” he wound his hands to try to drive the words forward, “finish faster?”

Now it was Cash’s turn to shrug, “Honestly? I’ve never had an orgasm with another person.”

“What?” Ivar sat up, instantly regretting the warmth of her hand leaving his body. “Are you serious?” This was great! Neither had he. But wait…if neither of them had, then this could be the worst awkward first sexual experience in the history of awkward first sexual experiences. They would either be eternally frustrated or their first sexual encounter could literally last indefinitely.

“Yup. Not ever.” Cash sat up on her knees so that he had full access to her hips. She placed her hands on his and watched as he slowly started to pull down her panties. “I think the guys that I’ve been with think all women like the same things. They don’t want to hear that you might want something different, or they just are in it for themselves. I just usually finish myself off.”

Ivar smoothed the lace down her thighs and held still as she used his shoulders to brace herself against him so she could lift each knee up to allow him to slide the material under her legs.

He didn’t want to seem like a total pervert but he couldn’t help but look at her. She was right next to him with the most neatly trimmed Mohawk he’d ever seen. “You’re into landscaping?” He didn’t reply when she nodded. Instead, he pressed his lips to her stomach. “So, when you finish yourself off, do you do it alone or in front of others?”

“Like do I perform?” She gently caressed his head, “It depends on how deserving the audience is.”

God, he wanted her. But, he needed to get one more thing out in the open before that could happen. He wanted total transparency between them, once and for all. “Me either.”

He felt his head being lifted from her warm skin and but he immediately dropped his eyes in embarrassment, “I have never had an orgasm during sex. The doctor thinks it was stress.”

“That is so sad,” she wanted to hug him, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad. She was used to it. There were millions of women who never had and probably never will have an orgasm – so was the plight of being a woman. But for Ivar to never experience it? He was too sweet a guy. It nearly broke her heart. “Do you at least get anything out of it?”

“Yeah. I like giving pleasure to someone else.” He tried to sound upbeat, but it wasn’t exactly a happy subject for him. What he was saying was true, he used to thoroughly enjoy making Freydis feel good. But, what about him? Didn’t he deserve to feel that way? Shouldn’t he get to experience an orgasmic high, at least once in his life? At least one time that wasn’t self-inflicted? “ And it does feel good.”

“Do you finish yourself off?”

“Never in front of anyone.” A devilish smile crept across Ivar’s face and when Cash saw that mischievous twinkle in those beautiful blue eyes, her face broke out in a smile, too.

Ivar had had many sexual conversations with women before but never before had he had a sex conversation with his partner. This whole thing, this talking and being together, looking at, touching, and getting to know about each other…all of this intimacy was amazing.

It was scary as hell for both of them, but damn it all if it didn’t feel natural. Even if their first time together wouldn’t be perfect, or they would have figure out who couldn’t do what because of physical limitations or just plain dislike, it would all pay off in the end. Neither of them had a point to try to prove to the other or to themselves. All they needed to do was enjoy each other. Who cared if neither had an orgasm? For the first time, they both were feeling something they hadn’t felt in a very long time. They felt at home, and safe with each other.

Cash closed the space between them and pressed her lips to his, “Bed or floor.” She laughed when he laid back and put both hands behind his head. “Oh yea, carpet burns and group masturbation...I knew you were freaky.”

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Talk to Me

Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge: (Prompt #16 – Call me if you need anything)

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Fandom: Vikings

Warning: Language/mild angst

Rating: M

Summary: Can an online relationship work in the real world? Ivar and Cash are about to find out.

A/N: So this is my first challenge. What was supposed to be a one-shot has turned into a mini-series. I’m having so much fun writing it. I haven't written in about 10 years - my muses all went away when Dave Batista left WWE. Then one day, Alex Høgh Andersen showed up and all of my muses came back! I’m so happy!

Please, note if you notice grammatical errors in the dialogues between characters, it’s because I write how people speak. Any other errors may just be because I was careless...

Also, I’m writing the Lothbroks as Europeans speaking English. In my head, when they are together they are speaking Norweigan but when they speak English, it’s with their Vikings’ show accents.

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

What the fuck am I doing? No seriously, what the fuck was she doing?

Cash didn’t do things like this. Ever. She had literally seen every episode of MTV’s Catfish and 90 Day Fiance (the original show, Abroad, and After the 90 Days). She was responsible, respectable, intelligent, reasonably attractive and she had just landed a job where she actually got to use her degree. This side of 25 was looking up for her. She wasn’t desperate, was she?

She was going to feel so stupid when everyone rubbed it in her face that this “Ivar” guy didn’t really exist, or turned out to be something totally other than what he claimed. Although she had only told a handful of people about her trip, they had all filled her head with so much more angst that she almost canceled the trip four times in the last month. Her mom was convinced that Cash was going to be kidnapped and sold into an Eastern European sex trafficking ring. While her best friend just knew that Ivar was going to turn out to be a sadistic 65-year-old ex-KGB operative who hated Americans and only wanted to torture her like in that movie Hostel. Even her younger brother tried to email Nev & Max to see if MTV could do an episode of Catfish Abroad and put her on blast for all of his friends to see.

Cash let out a nervous breath as she looked around the Austrian Airlines terminal. Her flight to Vienna was due to start boarding in a little more than an hour and there were still a lot of empty seats.

She fidgeted in her chair trying to fish her phone out of her jacket pocket. What she needed was mood music – Billie Eilish, although played in heavy rotation lately, wasn’t cutting it. She needed mood music - something angrier... more upbeat. Remi Ma or Joyner Lucas? Why not both? She made a quick playlist, put it on shuffle, and bobbed her head to the music.

No sooner did she feel herself getting lost in the beat, did the music stop and the phone ring. With a slight eye roll, Cash answered the phone pleasantly, “Hey Ma.”

“Hey, honey. How you doing?” Barbara Heath spoke to her daughter in a voice reserved for someone that might have just suffered a loss or been seriously injured, “You okay?”

“Yeah, Ma. I’m fine.”

“You know, it’s not too late to come home, Shay.” Cash cringed at her mother’s nickname for her. All of her life, she had tried to get people to call her Cash, but her parents were still hell-bent on calling her Shay. “No one would blame you. I didn’t tell anyone you were going on your little excursion except your Aunt Margaret and Gigi. You know they don’t think this is a good idea, either. And you know your Daddy is still upset that you decided to go.”

“Ma, don’t.” She slouched in her seat and looked up at the airport ceiling. “When I finished grad school, I told you guys I wanted to travel more. Everyone was fine with it then. Now all of a sudden everyone is against me going…”

“We’re aren’t!” Barbara walked across the kitchen with her glass of wine and took a seat at the kitchen counter. She didn’t want to start another fight with her daughter, but she needed to Cash to understand how dangerous this could be. “I just don’t understand about this going across the world to meet some boy. There are plenty of those here.”

Oh my, God. “For the last time, I’m going to Vienna because I haven’t been back to Austria since undergrad. While I’m there I’m going to meet up with one of my friends, Ma.”

“Yeah, a friend you met on the internet.”

“Really? I’m about to get on a plane and I won’t see you for weeks, and you want to do this now? How about saying ‘Have a nice trip’ or ‘I’m proud of you for being so adventurous’ or something like that?” She tried not to raise her voice, but she could tell her frustration at her mother mixed with her own nerves about the situation was coming through on the phone.

Barbara sighed in defeat. “You got that stubbornness from your Daddy.” She was relieved when she heard her daughter chuckle. “You know, I’m proud of you. And I want you to have so much fun! This is going to be the best trip of your life. I just want you to be careful and know that I will worry about you. Let me know when you land, and when you get to your hotel, and when you meet this Ivar-boy.” She was going to make a point to stop babying her as soon as she came back from Europe. “Just know that I love you. Call me if you need anything. Me and your Daddy will be on the first flight to come get you and bring you…”

“I love you, too Mommy. I’ll call you when I land.”

When Cash hit the button to end the call, she noticed a WhatsApp notification on her phone. She hadn’t even heard the phone chime. She felt the smile slide across her face as she opened the app.

Ivar was the only person who ever contacted her on WhatsApp.

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“Ahh, Ivar, you will be fine.” Ivar cut his blue eyes over to his brother driving the car. “You will have fun. You’ll see.”

He folded his arms over his chest, like a child, and returned his gaze out of the passenger’s window. “I am not a child, Bubbe. I do not a chaperone.” He really hated being the youngest. His brothers always acted like he was completely incapable of doing anything on his own.

“I know, brother.” Ubbe let out a soft chuckle and connected eyes with Hvitserk in the backseat through the rearview mirror, “Serk is not coming to chaperone. He is coming with you, to help you.”

“I do not need help, either.” Ivar was sick of this fight. He had been having it with his brothers for about a month now. He was perfectly capable of traveling by himself, without Hvitserk’s assistance. “And why Serk? He is the least responsible of us all.”

Hvitserk nodded in agreement from the backseat and smiled good-naturedly. He really didn’t give a shit what Ivar wanted to do. All he knew was Bjorn was footing the bill for his trip to Austria with Ivar and he wasn’t about to turn down a free vacation. Women, liquor, food, and a hotel suite...all he had to do was carry Ivar’s bags and help him through the airport? It sounded like a sweet deal to him.

Ubbe shook his brother’s shoulder, “C’mon, Ivy. I would come with you if I could. I have to work.” He peeked over at his brother’s face, noting his anger looked something more akin to nerves. “Besides, Serk will give you much more freedom than I would. Who knows, you might really like this girl when you meet her.”

“It is not like that.” Ivar said quietly, looking out of the window. He wanted to talk to Ubbe about Cash for some time now, but Ubbe was always so busy with work. Besides, he and Torvi had just had a baby. He clearly had more important things to think about than his little brother and his lack of experience with women. But, Ubbe was the kindest and most level headed person he knew. What he wouldn’t give for some of his big brother’s advice right now. “We are just friends.” Even if that’s not what he wanted, he was sure that’s all they would end up being.

“But there may come a time when you are not just friends.” Ubbe tried to hide his smirk as he noticed the blush start to creep up Ivar’s neck and settle on his earlobes. “What will you do then, hmm?”

“He will fuck her!” Hvitserk clapped Ivar on the shoulders and laughed.

How far ways was this damn airport? If Ivar didn’t get out of this car soon, he was going to grab the steering wheel and drive them off of a cliff. “Please don’t leave me with him.” He never asked his brothers for anything, but he made this plea to Ubbe with such sincerity. “I am going to kill him.”

After Ubbe pulled the car into the parking space, he killed the engine and asked Hvitserk to get the bags while he talked to Ivar for a moment. “So…you have told her?” He waited for Ivar to turn around and look at him before he lowered his eyes to Ivar’s legs. He sighed in disappointment when Ivar refused to meet his eyes. “Ivar.”

“I never thought we would actually meet.” It was never really his intention to lie, but it really wasn’t a conversation he was sure how to start. Did he start by saying, ‘Hi I’m Ivar. I’m a Taurus and I’m physically challenged?’ “Then I started to like her and could not tell her. I did not want to stop talking to her. So, I came off like Bjorn.”

“Like an ass?”

Ivar shrugged. “A little. She is American. She likes that confident, arrogant type.” Shaking his head at the mess he had gotten himself into, he threw his hands up in frustration. “Ahh, it does not matter now. We will meet and have fun as friends and that will be all.”

“But that is not all. You like this girl and it sounds like she likes you. You need to tell her before you see her.” Gripping his little brother by the back of the neck, Ubbe pulled gave him a brotherly hug. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about Ivar Ragarsson. Any woman would be proud to have you.” Kissing him on the top of his head, he grumbled when Ivar pushed him away and got out of the car.

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shannygoatgruff · 5 years ago

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Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - (Call me if you need anything) @waiting4inspiration

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, sexual conversation, insecurity

Rating: M

Chapter 4 || Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Hvitserk watched in silence as his brother stalked into their suite, slamming the door behind him. “You’re back early, brother,” he called from the sofa, where watched a rerun of a classic Austria vs Germany soccer match.

Ivar was going through it. His legs were hurting and so were his feelings. He wanted to still be kissing Cash and possibly doing more but, he needed to talk to Ubbe. Gah.. why wasn't going like how he had rehearsed it in his head?

Sitting on the side of the bed, he removed his leg braces before reaching over to gather the leather binding straps. As he secured the straps around his calves, he hit the speed dial number on his phone again and listened to it ring. Refusing to leave another voice message, he slid off the bed and crawled into the living room.

“I need to talk to Bubbe but, he’s not answering his phone.” Ivar sat beside the coffee table and uncapped a beer from Hvitserk’s pack, “I can’t find Bjorn, so you will have to do. But, I swear if you interrupt me or make fun of me, I will kill you.”

Hvitserk turned the volume down on his game and tilted his bottle in his brother's direction. For once in his life, he would try to remain quiet.

“I want to have sex with Cash.” There he said it. Ivar had bared his soul. So, why was Hvitserk just looking at him like that? Where was all the brotherly advice that he was supposed to be giving?

Hvitserk’s eyes looked around the room in confusion while he waited for Ivar to finish. After a few seconds, he realized his brother had stopped talking. “Okay. So?”

“So? So, that’s the problem. I can’t.”

“Of course you can.” Hvitserk took a long swallow from his beer before picking up the remote and increasing the volume. This was a stupid conversation, and even though he had seen this game before he would much rather keep watching it than have Ivar go into detail about any erectile dysfunctions he'd experienced. “You know where to stick your pecker. Just put it in there and move it around.”

Ivar looked at his brother in disgust. “I hate you.” He set his beer on the table and crawled out onto the balcony. At the rate he was going, he would be smoking two packs a day if he didn’t get his anxiety under control soon. As soon as he made it to the chairs, he hoisted himself onto one and lit a cigarette. He looked back into the living room, wishing he could have brought his beer with him, but refused to ask Hvitserk for help. Instead, he took his hair down from its bun, placed the band on his wrist, and began to rub his temples.

This was not Hvitserk’s wheelhouse. Being all big brotherly to Ivar was not something he had ever been good at. Hvitserk liked to live by the 3 F’s of life – food, fucking and fun. Having a deep, personal conversation about anyone's problems be them physical, mental, or sexual didn’t exactly fit into any of those categories. He loved his little brother, that wasn’t even a question. But this…this was Ubbe’s deal. Hvitserk had always been the brother that would fight for Ivar if needed. He was the one that would drive him to the store in the middle of the night when they smoked pot and they got the munchies. Hvitserk was the brother that always tried to hook Ivar up with the friends and relatives of girls that he dated. But talking about his feelings and shit? Damn Ubbe for being busy.

Reluctantly, Hvitserk turned off the television. He grabbed the beer and Ivar’s phone before walking out to the balcony. He placed the bottle in front of his brother and took his pack of cigarettes in return for his trouble. Once he lit up, he took a seat and put his feet on the railing. "Here,” he said, sliding the phone over to Ivar.

Ivar dialed Ubbe’s number for the fourth time since leaving Cash’s hotel room. Resting his thumb against the bridge of his nose, he let the smoke escape his mouth. He left his shoulders drooped when Ubbe’s voice message answered, “Hey, Boob, it’s Ivy again. Call me when you have a chance. I need advice and Serk’s an ass that knows nothing,” he rolled his eyes at Hvitserk, then looked back at the ground. “Thanks. Bye.”

“Okay, Ivy…What’s up?” Hvitserk blew the smoke from his nose just before swallowing his beer. “Why can’t you fuck this girl?” He scratched his patchy beard with his thumb, “She likes you, no?” He watched Ivar nod. “So, what’s the problem?”

Ivar let out a frustrated sigh. Did he really want to go down this road with Hvitserk? If he talked to him now, he was going to be made fun of for the rest of his life. But, then again, Hvitserk did have almost as many women as Bjorn, and he didn’t have to marry them. Maybe he actually knew something about women. It was doubtful, but how much could it hurt?

“I really like her. A lot. But, I can’t…I’m not…I haven’t.” Ivar stuttered. His lips vibrated as he exhaled in frustration.

“What?” Hvitserk fought with everything he had not to smile. He pressed his beer bottle to his lips and held it there, so he could concentrate on something else besides the corners of his lips turning up.

Ivar looked over the balcony at the city lights and took a deep breath. “I have trouble with sex, Serk. It hasn’t gone so well before.” He took another deep drag of his cigarette. “When I was with Freydis, we tried a few times, but I couldn’t…you know.

Hvitserk wouldn’t let that damn beer bottle go from his lips. He held it to his mouth for dear life. Instead, his eyes just grew wide as he looked around the balcony, feigning ignorance. He raised his brows to signal that he had no idea what Ivar was referring to.

“I’ve never had an orgasm.” There he said it. Ivar paused and looked at Hvitserk for a reaction. He even waited for a second for him to laugh or get all of his jokes out, but he didn’t. Instead, Hvitserk cleared his throat and shook his head as if he was shocked.

Finishing the rest of his beer in a few swallows, Hvitserk reached over to grab another. If this talk was going to continue, he was going to need a lot more alcohol. He opened the top, took a pull off of his cigarette, and leaned his elbows on his legs. “Do you jerk off?”

“What?”

“Jerk off? Do you?”

“No,” Ivar could feel his cheeks starting to burn hot with embarrassment.

Hvitserk squared his brother with an incredulous look. “Oh, come on, Ivy. You’re not 13 anymore. It’s not like the time I walked in on you with your pecker in your hand and you said you were just checking it out because you thought you might have broken another bone.” He laughed out loud at that memory, “I didn’t believe you then and I don’t believe you now.”

Ivar was sure his face was as red as Hvitserk's socks, by now.

“It’s your meat, you can beat it.” Hvitserk laid a hand on his brother’s trying to seem compassionate. “Do you finish yourself off when you do it?”

If Ivar could run, he would have. If he could fly, he would have jumped off the balcony and flown home. Talking to Ubbe was never this embarrassing. Why wasn't he answering his phone, damn him?

Reluctantly, Ivar shrugged, neither confirming or denying Hvitserk's question.

“Oh, Ivy…you're looking at this all wrong. This is a great problem to have!” Hvitserk sat his beer down and slapped his brother on the thigh. He watched as Ivar’s eyebrows raised. “My dear, brother, do you know how many women want a man that can go all night? You’ve heard of the Kama Sutra? Tantric sex? You should be fucking all the time. Tell me, my little Padawan,” he sat back in his seat with an interested look on his face, “what do you know about orgasm denial?”

Ivar grabbed his phone and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked at his brother with disgust, “Stay away from me.” He slid off the chair and started to make his way to the door to go back into the living room before he turned around to glare at Hvitserk one last time, "Don’t talk to me. Ever.”

“What?” Hvitserk turned around in his chair, “I thought it was a good talk!”

“I did not wake you up, did I?’’ Ivar rolled over in the bed and faced the window. He had yet to turn the lamp off, but leaving the light on would alert Hvitserk that he was still awake. The last thing he wanted was to talk to him anymore ever again. “I am not used to sleeping without speaking to you first.”

Cash retucked the ends of her silk scarf around her head as she balanced the phone on her shoulder, “No. I was just getting ready for bed. I had the best shower. I twisted my hair...”

“What are you wearing?” Ivar smiled into the phone.

“A night shirt and boxers.”

“A shirt and boxers - nothing sexier?” Ivar smiled thinking about what she smelled like fresh from the shower. What scent soap did she use? She looked like she would use something soft like peony and chamomile, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Maybe if I reason to...Oooh,” she laughed light-heartedly, “shots fired.”

Ivar laughed with her. “So much for being a gentleman, huh?”

“A gentleman? You’re a choir boy.” She smiled and picked at her nail polish. Unfolding her legs from beneath her, she placed her feet on the floor feeling for her slippers. “I mean, I thought I was shy.”

He pulled the covers over his legs and hummed. “Now you know my secret. I have always been shy. I can talk when no one is around. But in my face, I cannot. I get embarrassed.” He extended his arm and watched himself open and close his hand. “There is so much I wish I could say to you.”

“Like what?” She got off the couch and made her way to the bedroom.

His voice was soft when he answered her, “I’d tell you that I did not want to leave tonight. Or that I wish we could sleep in one another’s arms, finally. Oh wait, hang on.” Ivar rolled toward the door when he heard Hvitserk knock, “What?” He asked impatiently. When the door opened, Ivar’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “What are you doing here?”

She was wearing a mid-thigh length baseball jersey nightshirt, and what wasn't covered by the jersey was hidden beneath a pair of boxer shorts. She also wore a colorful headwrap that was tied almost like a turban. It wasn’t a look that he would classify as sexy, but the way she was standing there, smiling around that bottom lip in between her teeth. It was enough to take his breath away.

“Your brother texted me. He said you wanted me to come over.” She stood in the doorway trying to formulate another sentence, but the words were escaping her. Should she not have come? Did he want her there? She couldn't tell from his face if he was happy to see her or not.

Besides that, he was wearing a tank top. Though most of his torso was still covered, she could see the large tattoo piece he had described to her running across his back, shoulders and across his chest. And what a back, chest, pair of shoulders and arms it was. It was a sight to behold.

He was at a loss for words. Hvitserk texted her? How did he get her phone number? When did he have a chance to text her? “Hvitserk?!”

Ivar yelled, sitting on the bed, unsure what else to do at that moment. Part of him wanted to invite Cash into his room, while the other half of him wanted to crawl away and hide. However, the biggest part of him wanted to find his brother and kick his ass.

Ivar waited not making eye contact with her, instead choosing to look out into the empty hallway for this asshole to appear.

“Yeah?” Hvitserk answered casually, walking to Ivar’s door peeling his orange. He looked genuinely clueless as to why Ivar was yelling for him this time of night. When he looked over at his brother, who raised his shoulder and gave him a WTF look, he simply popped an orange slice in his mouth. “I took her number before I gave you the phone,” he replied in English, chewing loudly, before swallowing. “You need to talk to her – not me, not Boob.” With that, Hvitserk smiled at them both, nodded goodnight, and pulled the bedroom door behind him. “You are welcome.”

Cash and Ivar were silent for a few seconds more before Cash cleared her throat and stepped further into the room. As she approached the bed, she looked at Ivar for permission. “You still wanna have a sleepover?"

Reluctantly, he touched the edge of the covers. He started to tell her what to expect when it came to his legs but figured since he wearing pajama bottoms he wouldn’t have to. Not tonight, anyway. It’s not like they were going to be naked, even though he wanted them to be, he wouldn’t let it get that far. “I told you I crawl without my…”

“Do you plan on us having a sleepwalking race tonight?” Ivar shook his head. “Then you don’t need to explain anything to me. Just be you.” She took a seat on the bed and pulled the covers over her legs.

She couldn’t believe it. After all this time, she was finally next to Ivar. This was surreal on so many levels. She didn’t care about the fact that he didn’t disclose all of his secrets to her, nor did she care that he couldn’t walk. The only thing she did care about was that he was real and he was gentle and amazing and smelled good.

She couldn’t quite place what products he’d used but his damp hair smelled like fruit and his body had that woodsy men’s body wash smell. It wasn’t as sexy as the cologne he’d had on earlier, but those pheromone undertones of his were still putting her ovaries in an uproar.

Ivar laid back on his pillows and extended his arm, inviting her into his personal space. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to ask or not, but making the gesture seemed like a good start. When her head found the space between his chest and shoulder, and he closed his arm around her body, all felt right with the world. “I just need a little bit of time, okay?”

“For what?” she asked wrapping her arm around his waist.

Ivar closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. Coconuts. "To be what you expected.”

“You already are.”

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shannygoatgruff · 5 years ago

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Talk to Me

Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge - Prompt #16 (Call me if you need anything)

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Warning: Language, sexual innuendo, insecurity

Rating: M

Chapter 1 || Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Sitting in Terminal 19, Ivar wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through this entire vacation without killing Hvitserk.

From the car to their current spot, they argued, non-stop. First, Ivar didn’t want Hvitserk's with his leg braces through airport security. Then, they argued because Hvitserk wanted Ivar to use a wheelchair because it was faster. But, Ivar didn’t want to use a wheelchair; he could walk. He had his braces had brought both of his forearm crutches. It would take him a bit longer, but he could get to the terminal on his own. After calling Ivar a spoiled dick-wad, Hvitserk then insisted that they use the airport shuttle service to get to the terminal. He thought it was only fair since he was the one that had to lug around their carry-on bags. Ivar just called Hvitserk a lazy asshole as he listened to his brother curse at him as they walked to the terminal.

As soon as they sat down Hvitserk wanted to get food. All Ivar did was ask why they didn’t stop on their way to the terminal? He was hungry, too, but now he was tired and needed to rest. This particular disagreement turned into an actual slap boxing match where Hvitserk got the last sucker punch in on Ivar’s bicep and ran away from where they were sitting.

Telling his older brother that he wished he'd get herpes, Ivar pulled out his vibrating phone. “Hallo, for Ivar.”

Just hearing his deep, yet gentle voice with that Norse accent, did something to her every time. She couldn’t tell Norweigan from Swedish from Icelandic from Dutch – it was all Scandinavian to her. The accent was just sexy as hell. “Hey.” Cash bit her lip, as she folded her legs under her on the floor at the Munich International Airport. “I made it to Munich. My next flight leaves in 2 hours.”

“I’m sorry,” Ivar put his hand over his phone and spoke in Norweigan to Hvitserk before drawing back his fist in order to hit his brother if he didn’t get away from him. “Did you have a good flight?” He was relieved that she did. “I just made it to the airport. My flight is leaving in about 1 hour. It should take me about 2 hour, 20 minutes to reach Vienna.”

“So, we’re going to see each other in a few hours, huh?” Cash could feel her stomach drop at the thought. Part of her wanted to go up to that ticket counter and change her return flight ticket. She wanted to hop on the first thing heading back to Baltimore. But another part of her, the part that wanted to see if this thing, whatever it was, could really be something.

Ubbe is right. I have to tell her. “Yeah, just a few hours. Do you know what time you want to meet tonight? Our hotels are just a few streets away.”

“Um, I don’t have any idea how long it will take me to get through Customs when I get to Vienna.” She picked at the lent on her PINK sweatpants and thought. “Plus, I’ve been traveling overnight and haven’t slept at all. I’m exhausted – I may try to take a quick nap.”

“Okay.” Ivar was a little disappointed because he wanted to see her right away, but it at least bought him a little time. “But, you know if you sleep when you get in, you will never adjust to the local time. It is best to stay awake through it all. Besides, I make a really comfy pillow.” He held his breath for a second, trying to find the words to tell her about his condition. Instead, different words came tumbling out of his mouth, “I cannot wait to see your face.”

She chuckled nervously at that statement. Oh, that. Did he have to bring that up again? The last time they talked about exchanging photos, she ended up sending him a bunch of avatars. It wasn’t that she was afraid to show him what she looked like, but what if her mother was right and he ended up being some sort of homicidal maniac? She didn’t want to give him a photo to post on the wall of his creepy den of debauchery to jerk off to.

What if he didn't like the things about her that she was already insecure about? She was short – only 5’3” and skinny. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t gain weight where it counted. She wasn’t sure what happened but the chests, hips, and butts that all of the women on her mother’s side of the family were blessed with, those genes skipped her completely. Her neck was too thin and it made her head look big. And though she loved her curly hair, it was big, too. Not that easily tamed curly hair that looked good on commercials, either. We’re talking totally unruly big curls on a short, skinny girl, with a big head, big curly hair.

There were probably only like 3 black people in all of Norway, to begin with. What if Ivar didn’t appreciate all of her melanin? She was sure he knew she was black from her avatar, but they had never really talked about their races or ethnicities before. “I still don’t know what you look either. But, I think it makes meeting a complete stranger in a different country much more romantic when you don’t know who you’re looking for, don’t you?”

Over the last six months, he had been the one reluctantly to video chat with her. He was so afraid that she would see his braces or crutches. It was just better if they kept it to calls and messages. Plus, there was something really exciting about getting to know her and having her like him without the pity. God knows he had enough pity dates courtesy of his older brothers. “Not so much for me. I’m thinking, maybe we should exchange photos now.” He looked over his shoulder to make sure Hvitserk wasn’t nearby. “I want to look at you while I am on the plane.”

This was only ever supposed to be an online friendship. All Cash did was reply to a comment he’d left on a YouTube vlog they both subscribed to. Somehow that turned into them emailing and chatting. Then that turned into texting and talking on the phone, and late nights and giggling in the dark. The next thing she knew, six months later, she was flying to Vienna to meet him. “Does it make sense that I’m nervous for you to see me?”

“Why? I already think you are beautiful.” He said quietly.

Oh lord, I’m gonna fuck this boy. She rubbed her brows and shook her head at the thought. Cash had tried so hard not to get caught up, but there was such sincerity in his voice. “Okay. I’m going to send you three pictures. No matter what you think, don’t say anything. That way, if I’m not your type, then there are no hard feelings. We can just have a great time and hang out as friends.”

“You know that is not going to happen. You are so much more than my friend." He hoped he could still be this smooth in person, "But, I’ll play along. I will send you some pictures too and you will not comment, either.”

“Okay, I’ll call you back in a few minutes. I have to look through my phone to find somewhere I don’t look crazy.”

It took Ivar about 30 seconds to choose the pictures to send to her. Most of them were from the chest up or showed him sitting, so he was pretty confident that she wouldn't notice his affliction. He hit the send button and anxiously awaited her pictures in return.

When her phone pinged she closed her eyes. Did she want to open them? Okay, he is not going to look like Eric Northman, so don’t be disappointed. Why she had it in her mind that he was going to be some 6’6” blond vampire-Adonis like Alexander Skarsgård, was beyond her.

But, didn’t all Scandinavian men have that look to them? Sexy, long, lanky, blonds, with sad blue eyes that were slightly darker around the sockets and looked like they moonlighted as vampires. That’s what secretly hoped that Ivar looked like. A sexy blond vampire – she could be Tara and he could Eric…Girl, get yourself together. This is not True Blood. She shouldn’t have binge-watched the show on her flight.

When she opened her eyes, her breath caught in her throat. He didn’t look like Alexander Skarsgård, but this tasty morsel here…

Wait, what was she thinking? The only thing she could think to do was forward the pictures to her bestie, Glenn, with the following message:

Biiiiitch...Call Catfish immediately! This can’t be Ivar!!!!!

She didn’t care that it was 4am back home. This was an emergency.

As she waited for Glenn to respond, she found herself almost regretting having sent him real pictures of herself. Now he knew what she looked like. If he was catfishing her, he was going to have a field day. But, if he wasn’t, then he was going to be mighty disappointed.

Their beauty ratios didn’t match. She had this theory on the attractiveness of couples and had broken them down into ratios of beauty: high:high; low:low; high:low; equally yoked. The only couples that could stand the test of time were those that were equally yoked.

Two extremely beautiful people were destined to fail, (ie. Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.) One would think that Nick & Priyanka Jonas would have taken the hint from their former beautiful couple predecessors. Cash gave them a good 10 years before they would crash and burn. They were just too pretty. Mirrors were destined to turn themselves inside out when they walked by. The world just wasn’t ready for all that sexy.

On the flip side of that coin, two extremely unattractive people wouldn’t last long, either. Take her cousin Maq and his wife Crystal, for example. One day, they would both wake up and be sickened, because they would take a good look at one another and realize that might doom the world by having a baby. If they had a child with their collective genes, the planets might malign...stars might blink out of existence. It could be the end of the world as Cash knew it.

Then you had the high:low ratio couples. Those were the people where one person was really attractive and the other was, not so much…a la Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Yeah, they made cute kids, but Cash was sure one of them (and she was sure it wasn’t Beyoncé) probably always felt like the ugly duckling in that relationship.

If this was truly Ivar, they weren’t equally yoked. She wasn’t as jaw-droppingly sexy as he was. Granted, she thought she was pretty damn cute, but not like him. She wouldn’t put them on them Jay-Z: Beyoncé scale, but the scales of beauty were slightly tipped in his favor.

What the fuck was she thinking? Here she had just flown to another continent to meet a guy she didn’t know from Adam, only to be set up by him pretending to be someone else. There was no way on God’s green earth that this sexy specimen of man was the guy she had been talking to for the last six months. If it was, he either had a girlfriend, 2 wives in 3 countries, 35 children, was a sadist, serial killer, drunk, drug addict, or he was on the run from Interpol, or all of the above. Cash’s life didn’t work that way.

Men like him didn’t happen to her. Not without all the fine print.

When Ivar’s phone chimed, he couldn’t hit the icon fast enough to see the photos Cash had sent him. He had wondered for so long what she looked like, no matter what it was she was going to be beautiful. He was sure of it. Even if Hvitserk liked to joke that she was probably looked like Floki in drag.

“What is that dumb look on your face?” Hvitserk handed Ivar his sandwich wrap and coffee, before sitting down to peel back the wrapper on his own food. He eyed his brother suspiciously when he shook his head.

Without making a sound, he snatched the phone out of the younger man’s hand and looked at the screen. “Wow…who is…Is this who you’re going to meet?” Hvitserk’s smile was huge and his chest swelled with pride for his little brother. “Well done,” his voice raising an octave in his approval. He couldn’t resist nudging Ivar with his elbow a few times. “You are finally gonna get laid,” he laughed, taking a big bite of his wrap ignoring the bits of lettuce falling on his lap.

Why was Hvitserk on this trip? More importantly, why couldn’t Ivar have been born an only child? There was no way he was going to get to know Cash better or get any alone time with her with him around. Ivar thought about killing him, but then he would have to explain it to his remaining brothers at home. “I have had sex before, Hvitserk.”

“Yeah, but if you haven’t done it in over 3 years, I think you go back to being a virgin,” Hvitserk responded with a mouth full of food. “I think I read that somewhere.” Hvitserk shook his wrap in Ivar’s direction, as he tried to recall the statistics.

Hvitserk wasn’t going to go into what Ubbe had told him about Ivar’s ill-fated sex life. Ivar’s confession to Ubbe was supposed to be in confidence. But of course with Ubbe and Hvitserk being best friends, naturally, Ubbe shared their youngest brother’s woes, and then Hvitserk told Björn. So now they all knew about Ivar’s impotence.

Poor Ivar, they’d all thought. They all knew that when he tried to lose his virginity as a teenager, he was too nervous to "rise to the occasion". So, when the moment did finally happen, with his last girlfriend that they all lovingly (hated) referred to as, ‘that stuck up bitch’ Freydis, he was unable to reach a climax. And what did his ever so beautiful and loving (bitch) girlfriend, Freydis, do to try to help him in his situation? She stopped having sex with him, that’s what.

Ivar had begged Ubbe to take him to the urologist, fearing that his disease was the cause of him not being able to sæd, or whatever the term was for it in English. But, the doctor told him that stress and anxiety were most likely the causes of his impotence and he needed to relax – maybe consider seeing a therapist. But, he wasn’t crazy – he didn’t need a shrink.

What he needed was to get rid of his mounting case of blue balls that had him on edge 24/7.

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