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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1.4k+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || Ivar’s work stress causes him to yell at someone on the phone, which triggers y/n’s ptsd.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || yelling, mentions of bruises, crying, ptsd.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern ivar x reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask.

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

regular pov:

The drive to Ivar's apartment was silent, not an uncomfortable silence, but rather a calming one for her. Y/n realized she would need to embrace the quiet, recalling the time Hvitserk told her about Ivar's preference for solitude compared to her sociable nature.

Y/n’s mind had been racing the whole drive, she couldn’t help it. She was scared, terrified she’d end up right back to square one, and although on a subconscious level she knew if Hvitserk trusted Ivar with her, then he knew she wasn’t in any danger. It’s just, once those thoughts start it’s hard to make them stop. She had to really sit there, her eyes closed and internally repeat to herself, “I’m safe with Ivar, He isn’t going to hurt me.”

It wasn’t until she opened her eyes, and bravely looked over at him, only to see they were stopped at a red light, and that he was slightly smiling at her. This funny enough was what reassured her that staying with Ivar was safe, allowing her mind to finally find peace.

Upon arriving at his apartment, Ivar led y/n to a beautifully decorated room, though not her usual style, she chose not to voice any complaints. After a moment of silence between the two, Ivar took the hint and excused himself to start preparing dinner.

Ivar, was not known for his culinary skills but, decided to cook a meal for both of them, opting for a basic recipe y/n found online. Despite it not being gourmet, he figured the effort and thought behind the meal would count more than its taste.

Y/n unpacked her stuff and laid back on the queen size bed, after about a half an hour ivar called y/n for dinner, after repeating himself several times he got annoyed, thinking the girl was ignoring him he went into the room, only to see the girl passed out on the bed.

He smiled to himself at how peaceful she looked like this, he then grabbed a blanket and draped it over her body. He walked back out and ate alone before going to bed himself, as he laid in bed he thought about y/n, how approach having her here and how to make her comfortable, he knew that if he didn’t Hvitserk would have an absolute fit and, that’s not something ivar wanted to deal with.

Y/n awoke feeling completely refreshed and cozy. A sense of calm washed over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a while. As she sat up, she noticed a blanket draped over her that she didn't remember grabbing. After stretching, she made her way into the living room.

Having not explored the apartment the night before, she took in the modern yet simply decorated space, a style she found herself drawn to. Wanting to show her gratitude to Ivar for her stay, she decided to whip up a breakfast of bacon, French toast, and coffee. She got to work swiftly in the kitchen.

Ivar awoke to a delightful aroma filling the apartment, accompanied by soft music drifting through the air. After getting out of bed and grabbing his crutches, he made his way to the kitchen. Stepping into the spacious room, he found y/n cooking and dancing around with joy, a sight that he couldn't help but find adorable and carefree. A grin naturally spread across his face as he relished this side of you.

He appreciated this carefree and happy version of you, contrasting with the timid and reserved girl he had encountered the day before. Leaning against the nearby wall, the thud of his shoulder meeting the surface caused y/n to swiftly turn around to face him.

"Oh, umm, I apologize if I woke you up. I just wanted to express my gratitude for letting me stay here. My mom always believed that a homemade meal brings everyone joy , so..." she murmured softly as he approached.

"Don't apologize, you didn't wake me. I'm an early riser anyway. What's cooking?" He inquired before settling onto one of the seats at the island.

"French toast, bacon, and coffee are my go-to breakfast favorites. If you're not a fan, I can whip up something else for you," she responded with a bashful smile.

"No, that's perfect. What you've prepared sounds absolutely delicious," he assured her with a smile.

Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at him as he settled down, engrossed in his phone. He was undeniably attractive, clad only in black sweatpants that revealed his muscled torso adorned with intricate black ink. Every tattoo seemed to captivate her; she found them all stunning and impeccably positioned.

She plated his meal and served him, handing him his coffee along with all the fixings so he could customize it to his liking. She opted for this approach to avoid any mishaps with his coffee that might upset him. She had learned her lesson when she attempted to get Lucas’s coffee order right, that hadn’t ended all that well for her. They sat together in silence, enjoying their meal, while y/n's thoughts wandered freely.

It was a reasonable concern, given all the stories Hvitserk had shared about Ivar. She was aware of his temper but believed he would never harm a woman. Despite this, she couldn't shake off her fear. Having experienced the brutality of a stronger man firsthand for some time now, she was determined to ensure her own safety. Meeting Ivar just the day before, her knowledge of him was limited to what Hvitserk had disclosed, which wasn't much due to his respect for his brother's privacy.

After breakfast, y/n was washing the dishes while Ivar sat in the living room, engaged in a phone call discussing the need for the higher-ups to "get their shit together." She was aware that he primarily worked from home, only occasionally having to go into the office due to his role being one of said higher-ups. Understanding that his work was not her concern, she proceeded to dry and put away the dishes.

Within minutes, the shouting began, causing her to freeze in place. She instinctively shut her eyes, as if a movie started playing behind her eyelids. Vivid memories surfaced, recalling all the instances when Lucas would raise his voice at her, each violent outburst leading to even more distressing situations.

As Ivar was yelling over the missing money from one of their accounts, y/n found herself trapped in her own distressing thoughts, her hands trembling and breathing becoming erratic.

Feeling overwhelmed, she abandoned the dishes, retreated to her room, gathered some toiletries, and made her way to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower.

Seated on the shower floor, with the water cascading over her head, she curled up in a fetal position, shaking and crying while attempting to regulate her breathing. The deep breaths caused pain, especially from the sizable bruise on her ribcage. She tried to stifle her sobs, not wanting Ivar to hear them, she knew it wasn’t his fault she reacted this way, and she knew he wasn’t angry at her but, she was finding it hard to rationalise that in her mind.

It would appear her mind couldn’t comprehend that Ivar wasn’t going to hurt her, y/n hadn’t realized until now just how much Lucas had messed up it’s her mind, she couldn’t believe she had ended up in that type of relationship, she had always thought she’d be stronger than that. Y/n guessed that Lucas had taken advantage of her overly kind nature, using it to manipulate her over time, and that made her feel even more upset. Just like that, the sobs started up again and even harder then before.

After ending the call, Ivar was visibly furious, rising from the couch and flinging his phone onto a cushion before glancing towards the kitchen. The sink still held a stack of clean dishes, but y/n was nowhere to be seen not that he minded.

Contrary to his expectations, he hadn't anticipated her doing the dishes; in fact, he had offered to take care of them after their meal. It was y/n who insisted on handling the chore, stating, "It's only fair since I made the mess." Now, she had disappeared without a trace. Being the inquisitive man he was, Ivar set out to find her, checking her room first, then moving on to his own, which was usually off-limits. If she had chosen to explore the spacious apartment, he wouldn't be as hard on her as he would’ve been with anyone else.

Having no luck in the other spare rooms, he explored the loft apartment he had all to himself. The vast space was both delightful and profoundly isolating for him. He cherished the roominess but couldn't shake off the feeling of loneliness it accentuated. As his mother would say “What good was wealth if you couldn't share it with someone?”

Eventually, he reached the bathroom. The sound of running water led him to believe she was simply preparing for the day ahead. As he started to move away from the door, faint yet unmistakable sobs reached his ears from inside.

Initially puzzled by the sudden onset of her distress, he recalled her behavior when Hvitserk raised his voice in her apartment the previous day. Despite her initial shyness, she had appeared content this morning. It was only then that he realized his actions had led to her current state.

Ivar had caused many people cry, men, women, teenagers, even children if he raised his voice near them. He never regretted it before. He believed others deserved to experience the same brokenness he felt inside. Not exactly a healthy outlook and he knew that but, he wasn’t about to change himself for people who didn’t truly care about him. This however... listening to y/n cry because of him, seeing her pain from being reminded of such an awful person. It twisted Ivar's stomach in the worst way, made his heart halt in his chest, and stirred a protective urge in him, wanting to shield her from the world.

This sensation was foreign to him after a long time. It dawned on him that he needed to be mindful of his actions around her. Unbeknownst to them, but they would change eachother for the better, and together they would find a love, they had both been searching for almost their entire lives.

next part ➵

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𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern!ivar x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || Hvitserk finds out that his best friend from college, is in an abusive relationship. With no room at his apartment he asks his brother ivar, to let her use the empty room in his until she gets back on her feet.

fanfic 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

parts || 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼 || 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 || part 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || part 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || part 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || part 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || part 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 || part 𝘀𝗶𝘅 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 || 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗻

𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘

↳ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 count || 4k+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || Hvitserk finds out why y/n has been acting so weird, and y/n meets ivar but not in the way she was hoping.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || domestic abuse, slight hints of ptsd, mentions/depictions of injuries, yelling, violence, and swearing.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern ivar x female reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this fanfic will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you want to be tagged, feel free to let me know.

additional 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || I am back! And am planning to finish this series, updates will probably be slow as I do work full time, but I will try as best I can to keep a consistent post schedule. I hope you enjoy the updated and edited version of part one!

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

Hvitserk was perched on his couch, bubbling with anticipation. It had been ages since he last laid eyes on his brother, Ivar, who rarely stepped out of his apartment unless absolutely necessary. Hvitserk recalled the time he asked about Ivar's seclusion, to which Ivar simply retorted, "Why bother wasting my time?"

Convincing Ivar to socialize or even visit family was a monumental task. Despite Ivar's love for his siblings, gatherings often led to conflict. Finally, Hvitserk had persuaded his brother to come over, assuring him it would be just the two of them to avoid any potential disputes.

As a knock echoed through the apartment, Hvitserk rose and excitedly made his way to the door. Opening it, he was taken aback by the sight of his clearly newly transformed brother standing before him.

"Has my dashingly good looks stunned you, brother?" Ivar quipped with a smirk.

"Oh, shut up! Your hair threw me off, that's all," Hvitserk chuckled, ushering him inside.

"So, what have you been up to?" Hvitserk inquired.

"Work's been the same, nothing new," Ivar responded, settling onto the couch and resting his crutches on the armrest.

After a few beers, the brothers fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. Hvitserk succeeded in getting Ivar to open up, the siblings sharing laughter and banter until Ivar broached the topic of Hvitserk's friends.

At the mention of his friends, Hvitserk's thoughts drifted. He had managed to keep thoughts of y/n at bay, focusing on his brother, but y/n's absence from class that week tugged at his mind.

Hvitserk hadn’t realized he has zoned out, until Ivar began snapping his fingers in his face.

  "Hey! You okay there bro? You spaced out for a good minute there." Ivar asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Actually, no. Not at all." Hvitserk replied, as he played with his fingers anxiously. 

Hvitserk's usual demeanor, full of humor and confidence, had rarely wavered. Witnessing him in such a distressed and serious state left Ivar feeling uneasy. Despite their occasional disagreements, his brothers were his pillars of strength, and the sight of Hvitserk in this vulnerable state stirred a sense of fear within Ivar, though he would never openly acknowledge it.

"Hvitty, what's going on?" He asked.

He watched as his brother took a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face before, he began explaining his predicament.

"You know my friend y/n right?" He asked his brother.

"I've never met her but, yes you and mom have told me about her. Why?" Ivar responded confused.

"She's been acting really fucking off lately, and if I'm completely honest it's freaking me out dude." He told him.

"What do you mean by off?" Ivar asked.

"We're really close, I mean she's basically my sister, we always call, text, and we hangout at least once a week but, she's been ignoring me the last three weeks." He explained.

"Maybe she's sick of you." Ivar tried to joke, he quickly shut up when he looked over and saw just how upset his brother was. In fact, Ivar had only ever seen Hvitserk look this upset once before… when he had gotten in his accident.

"She's not like that. She doesn't have a good relationship with her family, and she doesn't have many friends, so the people she does have in her life she treats like family."

“Not to mention, she hasn’t been to any of her classes lately.”

"Maybe, she’s just going through something personal dude. Did you ever think of that?" Ivar suggested.

"That's what mom and Ubbe said. Although, I don't think that's it, she only started acting like this after a little she met Lucas."

"Who the hell is Lucas?" Ivar asked, genuinely confused.

"Her new boyfriend, I've never met the guy but she’s told me a bit about him, and she seems to really like him." Hvitserk told him.

"It’s probably that the boyfriend doesn't like you, I mean didn't you try to hit on this girl the first time you ever talked to her?" He smirked at his brother.

"I mean yeah, but she shut that down immediately and, our relationship isn't like that. I don't see her in that kinda way, and she sure as hel doesn’t see me that way." Hvitserk emphasised.

"Well... I don't wanna say this cause I don't know the guy, perhaps he's one of those super controlling guys, you know the ones who don’t want their girlfriends being friends with men.” Ivar was trying to give this guy “Lucas” the benefit of the doubt in this situation but, even he himself who wasn’t close to the situation was beginning to wonder what was actually going on.

You see ivar and his two other brothers, Ubbe and Sigurd… or siggy as some called him, had always made fun of Hvitserk, more so his intelligence. They would always say he was “more heart then brain”, this however was all teasing between brothers. Ivar knew that Hvitserk was actually quite intelligent, both academically and when it came to the behaviours of his loved ones. So, if Hvitserk was this freaked out maybe he had the right to be, maybe something deeper was happening here.

"If that's the cause maybe I should go over there, introduce myself and let the guy know she's basically family, and he has nothing to worry about." Hvitserk suggested, sounding slightly more hopeful.

"Yeah, I guess that's a good idea."

"Ok cool, get up." Hvitserk told his brother.

"I beg your pardon!?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We're going over there." Hvitserk said.

"What now? Can't you wait?" Ivar asked slightly annoyed.

“Also, who is “we” in this situation?”

"We Is you and me, I haven’t seen you in like forever, just think of this as a side quest for the day. And it can’t wait because I won't be able to stop thinking about this, at least until I do it. So, we're going now let's go." Hvitserk demanded, already by the door and grabbing his coat.

"Ugh... fine." Ivar let out a heavy sigh before he got up, grabbing his crutches and pulling out his keys, before walking to the door.

Ivar had insisted that he would drive, despite his legs being in near excruciating pain, his brothers constant fidgeting on the way to the parking garage, made him nervous to have him behind the wheel. So, Hvitserk gave Ivar the directions to y/n’s apartment building, the drive to her place consisted of Hvitserk staying oddly silent, almost stoic looking while Ivar’s heavy metal playlist hummed on in the background. It was truly an unnerving sight for the younger man.

Once they arrived, the men got out of the car and began to make their way to the main entrance, as soon as they got past the threshold Hvitserk was all but running towards the elevator, much to Ivars annoyance.

"What floor is she on?" Ivar asked as they entered the elevator.

"Oh ugh five, sorry." Hvitserk apologized, he felt like his head was all over the place, different scenarios both good and bad kept playing in his head, he was just unsure if he was being too dramatic or, if he was about to walk into a shit show.

"Dude stop worrying, I’m sure everything is going to be fine.”

"Yeah I know, I just can't help it. She's the only girl who doesn't just put up with me, she actually likes hanging out with me for me, she doesn't want to be my friend for our family's money or a quick fuck you know." Hvitserk told his brother.

He didn’t know actually. Sure, Ivar was an extremely attractive man however, his disability coupled with his overall grumpy attitude, weren’t exactly a good mix when attracting friends or even lovers. Ivar had been in a serious relationship before, and he was by no means a virgin but his overall distaste for companionship outside of his family, did result in him having little to no experience in an healthy adult relationship.

"She's sounds like a ray of sunshine, a real Sol brother really, especially if she can put up with all your shit." Ivar joked with a laugh.

"Yeah, she's great." Hvitserk smiled as the elevator dinged.

The pair walked off and Ivar followed behind his brother, Ivar wasn't a snob or at least he liked to think he wasn’t, not like most rich kids their age but, he couldn't help but think this apartment complex was disgusting, to like an appalling level. He genuinely wouldn’t be surprised if they had gotten into some trouble for having health code violations.

Hvitserk stopped in front of a door with a big “78” on it, and knocked. They waited but didn't hear anything, the two looked and each-other before Hvitserk knocked again, this time they could hear movement inside the apartment so they knew someone was home.

"Who is it?" A soft feminine voice called out from from behind the door.

"Y/n it's me, I just wanted to talk to you real quick, so if you could open the door that would be nice." Hvitserk responded with a light chuckle.

  "Oh, now isn’t really a good time." She replied, which made Ivar frown. If this girl was as close to his brother as he had said, for the love of Odin why couldn't she let them in. He was beginning to get annoyed, his legs were aching and he just wanted to sit down.

  "Y/n come on, please just let me in I'm worried about you." Hvitserk desperately asked.

They heard the door being unlocked, and the door opened to the most beautiful woman Ivar had ever seen, but her eyes had a dull look in them, and there was a bruise gracing the right one. The bruise looked angry, the swelling wasn’t too bad and it wasn’t too vibrant, which led Ivar to believe it was a few days old at this point. Here in this moment is where he began to put the puzzle pieces together, the missing school, the distance she put between herself and his brother, how all of those things seemed to coincide with her getting a new boyfriend….

Ivar wasn’t stupid, in fact he was probably the smartest of his brothers, academically speaking. He knew what was happening here, although some would believe he had a heart made of ice, he didn’t. Seeing this beautiful woman who his brother and family spoke so highly of, standing in the entrance of her apartment, with a clear view of the living room that had clearly been trashed in a fit of rage, with a black eye made his chest hurt.

Hvitserk pushed his way in, with Ivar following close behind watching as his brother gently grabbed his best friends face "what the hell happened to you?" He all but whimpered, as Ivar made himself comfortable on the one seater in front of the pair.

"I um.. I got into a fight." Y/n lied, and not very well Ivar thought to himself, the woman in front of him didn't look the type to engage in violence, she seemed to be the type to want to talk things out, and if that didn’t work run the other way.

"A fight, really? With who y/n?" Hvitserk asked in disbelief.

"Just some girl okay, I don’t know. Can we drop it please?”

   "No, I’m not gonna drop it, not when I know you’re lying, so who hit you y/n?" Hvitserk demanded, Ivar watched as her eyes began to water and she started to shake.

"Lucas." she whispered with a faint whimper, before the girl then began to sob into Hvitserk chest.

Hvitserk pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing her back and taking deep breath's to keep himself calm, Ivar wasn't typically one to care about people he didn't know but, seeing this girl cry made his chest tighten up again, he couldn't help but feel an almost insane amount of anger towards the boy, yes boy Ivar thought. Men don’t hit their partners.

Whoever this man was, Ivar knew that his brother wasn't gonna let him get away with it, they knew a lot of people and a lot of those people owed their family “favours”, they'd have no problem beating whoever this guy was to a plump and, leaving him for dead in an alleyway so far away that he wouldn’t think of coming back.

    "He's dead y/n, dead!" Hvitserk said.

"No! Hvitty it was my fault! I said something that upset him ok!" She said.

  "That doesn’t fucking excuse anything y/n! This was in no fucking way your fault, no man should ever hit his girlfriend, even if he is mad. Do you understand?" Hvitserk shouted, which caused y/n to flinch away from him at the volume.

At this point Ivar figured he needed to step in, he knew his brother could get passionate when he was worked up, and the more worked up Hvitserk got the louder he got. That very obviously wasn’t helping, not that his brother noticed but Ivar did, the flinches given the situation was a clear indication that she was frightened.

"Okay, okay. Hvitserk calm down, yelling isn't gonna solve anything." Ivar interjected, getting up and walking towards the pair. Ivar watched as y/n seemed to finally clue in, that she wasn’t alone with his brother and that there was indeed another witness to what was happening.

"We haven't met before but I'm Ivar." He introduced himself, extending his hand to the woman.

“Y/n, I've heard a lot about you." She smiled through the tears falling down her face.

"Here's what we're gonna do okay, y/n why don't you pack a bag and we'll go back to Hvitserk's apartment, we can figure out how to proceed from there." Ivar softly suggested, trying to be the voice of reason.

"Okay." She whispered before walking to her room. Once ivar was sure she was out of earshot he laid into his brother, punching him in the shoulder. 

"Ow! What the hel! What was that for?" Hvitserk whined.

"For scaring your friend, I understand you’re upset but that girl has been through enough, yelling at her isn't what she needs right now, what she needs is someone she can trust, and feel safe with." Ivar told his brother, kind of annoyed with the fact he had to explain this to his brother.

"Yeah okay, you’re right I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to, but we'll deal with all this when we get back to your apartment."

After y/n grabbed her things, the three went back down to Ivar’s car and, drove all the way back to Hvitserk's apartment. Once there, she sat down on the love seat in a daze, while the brothers sat in front of her on the couch, the silence between them wasn't awkward. No, it was something more sad then that.

  "Y/n, you can't stay with him. you have to know that, I won't let you." Hvitserk told her.

"I know." She sounded exhausted, Ivar hadn't taken his eyes off her, he couldn't believe this is how his day was turning out but, he also couldn’t believe he had turned down meeting her before.

He knew he had no chance with a girl like her, she was everything he wasn’t. Kind, soft spoken and from what he had been told but, she was absolutely gorgeous even with bruises all over her.

  "Where am I gonna stay Hvitty? Lucas knows where I live, and stays with me most nights, how am I gonna leave? Where am I gonna go?" Y/n asked, desperation clear in her voice.

   "I don't know y/n, give me minute to figure it out bug."

       "Does Lucas have a key to your place?" Ivar interrupted.

“No, he’s normally with me wherever I go, he needed one.” She replied blankly.

"How about first you text him, lie that your gonna be out of town for a week, I'm assuming he won't show up if he thinks you're not there, that gives you guys time to figure out where your gonna stay and get the rest of your stuff." Ivar suggested.

       "That's actually a really good idea.” Hvitserk told her, making Ivar roll his eyes. 

“Of course it is.” The latter smugly agreed.

“Now, I would offer to let you stay here but, this is a one bed, one bath. You would end up on the couch, which isn't great for sleeping, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable plus, with all the girls I bring home on drunken nights out it wouldn't be a great idea." He admitted.

      "But... Ivar has a two bedroom apartment he lives in himself, you could stay with him." He suggested, and Ivar nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast his head whipped to look at his brother with a frown.

      "Umm, Hvitserk. Real quick may I speak with you for a minute in the other room." Ivar asked, not waiting for a response he stood up and walked into the other room, Hvitserk sighed before getting up and following his brother.

Y/n could hear them whispering, just softly enough to pique her curiosity without revealing their conversation. They had been away for some time now. Despite her hesitations, she rose from the seat and approached the door. Y/n’s gaze fell upon Ivar perched on his brother's bed, with Hvitserk standing before him.

As she looked at Ivar she noticed how attractive he truly was. Sure, she had been friends with Hvitserk for awhile now, both he and his family she had met were attractive. It seemed to be a genetic but with Ivar it was different, everything about him screamed model. From the sculpted features of his face, his long luscious hair, and piercing blue eyes.

For a split second, y/n let herself fantasise about what it would be like to be with him, in her own world they’re together, and he treats her like a Queen. Going out of his way to make her feel beautiful everyday but unfortunately, she lives in reality. A man from his background wouldn’t see someone as broken as she felt in the present moment, as anything more then a friend.

“Oh come on, it would just be until she gets on her feet, a month or two at most.” Hvitserk told Ivar.

“Hvitty, listen. I understand that she’s your friend, and she’s in a bad situation right now but, you can’t just offer my place to her. Especially without talking to me about it first, I like my personal space and I don’t know her the way you do, you know how I am with new people.” Ivar tried to explain, to Y/n it was perfectly reasonable, not to mention he sounded like he felt guilty.

“Do you know how selfish you sound, I mean Odin Ivar! I understand your issues I do, but her boyfriend beat the shit out of her, she needs to get out of there and it would only be temporary.” Hvitserk said raising his voice.

Y/n cleared your throat, making her presence known. Which in turn, caused both men to whip their heads in her direction.

"Hvitserk, please don't pressure him into letting me stay. If he's not comfortable with it, that's okay. I can find another place to stay for now. It's really fine," she softly reassured, attempting to ease the situation for Ivar.

She shot a glance at Hvitserk, silently urging him to let it go, especially since this was her first encounter with his younger brother. The meeting hadn't gone as she had envisioned, and she didn't want to escalate it further. A heavy sigh seemed to fill the room, prompting both of them to look away from each other and towards Ivar, who had his head buried in his hands.

"He's right. I do have the space, and I don't want you going back there either. You can stay with me until you're back on your feet. I want to head home now, today has clearly been a long day for all of us, so let's get going," Ivar declared as he rose and walked past you, crutches in hand, heading out the door.

She glanced at Hvitserk in disbelief, pausing before trailing after his brother, wrestling with guilt as Hvitserk essentially pressured him into accommodating her.

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1K+

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || the back story of ivar and y/n before they met eachother.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || car accident, driving under the influence, trauma, ptsd, domestic abuse, violence, swearing

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || modern ivar x female reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || this fanfic will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and it’s okay to ask for help. Also, if you want to be tagged, feel free to let me know.

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

The reputation of the Ragnarsson family was widely recognized; Ragnar and his second wife Aslaug ran the largest law firm in Kattegat. Their sons Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar held considerable influence at school. They were the envy of guys and the desire of girls, despite being known as players. Interestingly, Ivar was the only one who didn't show off about it.

Ivar cherished his solitude, but don't be fooled by that; just because he valued his privacy didn't mean he wasn't as mischievous as his brothers when it came to the ladies. To be honest, the attention made him feel like royalty.

However, everything changed one fateful night. At the age of 16, he made a life-altering decision to get into a car with his best friend, who was clearly too intoxicated to drive. Despite Ivar being equally under the influence, in his drunken state, he thought it was a brilliant idea.

It wasn't until he woke up in the hospital, surrounded by his family sleeping in chairs around his bed, that he realized the gravity of the situation. When he asked his mother about the events, tears threatened to fall as he learned they had collided with another vehicle while under the influence, and he was the sole survivor. To make matters worse, the doctor later mentioned that the injuries sustained could lead to permanent paraplegia, a devastating blow that required a waiting period for confirmation.

Aslaug, driven by a mother's love, observed the profound impact on her child when the doctor disclosed his condition. She sprang into action, ensuring he received top medical care, appropriate medications, and the best treatment money could provide. The accident altered him significantly, a transformation that was clear to his entire family.

They put in the work, but Ivar wasn't satisfied with just "enough."

Although he should have felt content about regaining the ability to walk, it came at a price. He now relied on leg braces, crutches, and occasionally his wheelchair if he walked for extended periods. The wheelchair symbolized weakness to him, serving as a constant reminder of that fateful night.

The memories of that traumatic night lingered, fueling the PTSD that tormented his mind. The vivid nightmares haunted him to the point where even after waking up in distress, he struggled to differentiate between reality and the horrors of his dreams.

It didn't just end there, no. Why would it? He transitioned from the popular, bad boy, player that everyone desired or aspired to be, to the furious, aggressive individual that everyone avoided. Even Ivar noticed the transformation, witnessing the sympathetic gazes from classmates, the murmurs behind his back, and the shift of attention from girls who once sought him to now shunning the "poor cripple" brother. So, he disregarded their fear of his newfound anger; in his view, being feared surpassed being pitied.

At that moment, he decided to live the rest of his life in seclusion, filled with anger, aggression, and a vow to never reveal his emotions to anyone except family.

After all, you can't get hurt if you don't let anyone in.

When college rolled in, Hvitserk crossed paths with Y/n. To be frank, he wasn't exactly on the lookout for a friend when he spotted her. In fact, his initial words to her were, "Has anyone ever mentioned that you resemble a goddess?" he quipped.

Her response was a gentle giggle that he found endearing, but what truly surprised him was her comeback.

“Nice one, I mean really excellent line. How many other girls have fallen for that?" she retorted with a smirk of her own.

From that moment forward, he truly got to know her, Y/n became his best friend. She was his go-to for girl advice, the one he turned to for family rants, the one who never judged or steered him wrong. Y/n had even met his mother and older brother Ubbe. Meeting Ubbe was a piece of cake as he was quite friendly, but his mother was a whole different experience.

Hvitserk was pleasantly surprised by his mother's newfound affection for the girl, convinced that she could make her a daughter-in-law somehow. Despite Hvitserk's attempts to reason with his mother that it was unlikely, Aslaug remained convinced saying “it was written in the stars.” His mother did always seem to have a supernatural ability to perfectly predict the future, so who knows maybe it would happen twenty years down the line.

Y/n had been one of the few dependable people in Hvitserk's life until she met her boyfriend Lucas. Initially understanding of her shifting priorities in a new relationship, Hvitserk grew concerned as Y/n gradually distanced herself completely. She stopped joining him for movie nights, avoided him in public, and ceased responding to his calls and texts.

He knew her better than anyone else, and this behavior wasn't like her at all. She used to be a social butterfly, always texting, calling, and visiting him. Her sudden change scared the hel out of him. He confided in his mother, who advised him to give her some space.

His mother suggested that maybe she was going through something and needed time to deal with it on her own. Despite his instincts telling him otherwise, he decided to trust his mother's advice. In the end, he would realize that he should have listened to his gut; it was a decision he would regret not making sooner.

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Imagine. . .

. . . being a nordic god and helping Ivar claim the throne

The Interview •Alex Høgh Andersen •

A/N: GhostOracle is based on the band JINJER. And this one is short.

Alex and Marco sat on the couch across from the interviewer on the other side of the small wooden table answering questions. "Ok so last question for Alex." He said with a grin. Alex smiled back. "Alright. Shoot." "A little birdy told me you have a celebrity crush. Care to elaborate?" Alex glanced over to Marco who was smirking. "I uh..yup. I do." He said and leaned into Marco who laughed. "Ok. Who is this celebrity? Do we know them?" Alex squeezed his eyes shut with a smile. "Oh God. Um maybe?" Marco laughed loudly. "Just say it! Stop stalling!" "Shut up. I know the little birds was you. Always spilling my secrets!" He said jokingly. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. "Alright. So Marco showed me this band whilst we were filming season 5. I'm not too into heavy metal music. I like rock music but the screaming usually gives me a headache and I try to avoid those at all costs. But Marco loves heavy metal music. So one day he convinced me to listen to one of his favorite bands, GhostOracle, and I do admit it's good. I was really confused at first because I was like "how is that sound coming from a woman?" All three men laugh before Alex continues. "But then I was like 'oh this is catchy.' It was stuck inside my head all day so when I went home I decided to listen to more and then I got curious so I looked them up and yeah." He cuts himself off. Marco claps his hand on his back. "No no no. Tell them what you told me. You texted me not long after." He laughed. Alex went red. "I uhhh. Texted Marco and said the frontwoman, Lilith, was beautiful." He cleared his throat. "With heart eye emoji! And he follows her on instagram and twitter. I see him smiling like an idiot at his phone anytime somethings posted." Marco cuts in. And Alex pushes his face into Marcos shoulder to hide. "Hey now. We know GhostOracle here! They are actually one of our favorites to interview. So I do agree with you Alex. Lilith is very beautiful. And kind too!" The interviewer said trying to lighten up the embarrassment Alex felt. Alex righted himself on the couch feeling a bit relieved. "That being said. We do have a surprise for you before you go! A thank you for letting us interview you!" Alex nodded thinking the situation was over with. Until "Hello boys. Nice to meet you!" He froze at the Ukrainian accented female voice he had come to know. Marco nodded at her whilst grinning and moved over so she could sit between the two of them. She took a seat and smiled. "You are Marco and you are Alex?" She asked. Marco nodded happily and Alex nodded whilst blushing. "Im Lilith! Vikings is actually my favorite show! So this is an honor for me!" The interviewer laughs. "And who's your favorite viking on the show?" She smiled. "Ivar. Hands down. I like the chaos. Who doesnt?" Alex turned red again. "You've heard Alex has a crush on you. What's do you think?" She laughed softly and Alex rubbed his face trying to hide. "I think he's not so bad himself." She raised a brow and shrugged with a soft smile. Marco laughed loudly. "Im like cupid man." She laughed with him whilst Alex just grinned embarrassed. "Well I think this all went very well. It's time to end the interview unfortunately but I think we ended on a great note. As for the two of you, I now ship you. So I hope everything works out!" The three laugh.

And it did infact work out. They stayed friends for a while before actually dating and eventually marrying. All because of Marco and an interview.

Unexpectedly •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

A/N: Lagerthas Daughter OC × Ivar! But she's only Bjorns half sister. So it's not anything crazy. And because I like Lagertha and think she absolutely wouldn't have killed Aslaug out of jealously if she hadn't been in her villain Era Arc, Aslaug is still alive in this one. But Ragnar is dead. Recently and I think Aslaug and Lagertha would've been friends if they could've both gotten over Ragnars cheating ass. Just saying.

Ivar was annoyed to say the least.

He didn't understand why they had to move to Hedeby after Ragnars death. They were perfectly fine in his mind. But Aslaug had said that things were just too hard without him around and they needed a fresh start. One close to a support system that Lagertha offered. So here he was, in a new place with new people, people that had no issues gawking at him and poking fun at him. It was his first week here and what hell it already was. He wasn't just new meat to these fuckers. No he was new meat with a disability. And that made him ripe for the Bullying he was enduring by the popular kids. He couldn't count how many times they'd already tripped him or shoved him into the lockers, fake apologizing afterwards and laughing like hyenas at him. It was beginning to be routine for him. One he didn't think would ever end. So when his crutch was kicked from under him as he tried to walk down the hall to his next class, he didn't have time to curse before his back hit the hard ground and he scrunched his face up in pain as his legs gave out under him. The hyena like laugh of the group of boys filling his ears. He went to reach for the crutch but it was quickly picked up by one of them who proceeded to run down the hall with it laughing. But it abruptly ended as he collided with a smaller but stronger body. And Ivar watched as the boy hit the ground on his back just like he had. A burgundy haired girl, one he recognized and cursed the gods for crossing paths with now of all times, stood angrily in the middle of the hall. "Watch where the FUCK you're going." She growled out to the boy, snatching the crutch from him. "You all think this is funny huh?" She asked before twirling the crutch and studying it a moment. She looked down at the boy with a smirk before striking as fast as lightning, jabbing the crutch into his abdomen. The boy let out a yell. "I asked you a question." The hall was deadly silent by now, everyone watching, no one daring to move. "No! No!" He cried out as she pushed further on the crutch. "Then why did you do it?" She asked raising a brow. "Hey, it was just a joke, chill out." One of them beside Ivar who was still on the floor suddenly spoke up, stepping forward. She raised her eyes to him. "Is he fucking laughing?" She asked gesturing to Ivar. She began walking towards the group of boys. "N-no. But were sorry alright? Won't happen again." She was right beside Ivar now. "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to him." She said sternly. "Hey man. We're really sorry. We won't mess with you anymore ok?" Ivar let out a breathless scoff past his pain. "Fuck off." The boy gulped and looked back at the small girl. "You heard him." Was all she said before they made their escape. She watched them disappear around the corner and looked down to him. "Ivar." She nodded in acknowledgment. "Andromache." He groaned back. She sighed and offered her hand. He eyed it before grabbing it and not expecting the strength the small girl had as she hauled him up and handed him his crutch. He tucked it under his arm and let go of her, standing again on his own. She leaned down and picked up his book bag, handing it to him before patting his chest. "Try not to get into anymore trouble yeah? I won't always be around to save you." She joked lightly. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Thanks." She nodded and moved past him down the hall, now late just as most of them were.

The two of them saw more of eachother from that day forward. Their mothers being friends and all, it wasnt odd for the two families to have dinners together occasionally. But they never were closer than occasional friends. They acknowledged eachother in the hallways and shared some friends. But they were opposites. Where Andromache was outgoing and liked to hang out with the sports kids as she did weight lifting with them in the afternoons, Ivar was quiet and kept to himself with a handful of friends that he could trust. They just didn't mesh as best friends like their mothers did. And that was ok. But because of her, those boys never messed with him again. Infact no one did unless they wanted to incur Andromache's wrath. No one knew why she had stood up for him that day the way she had. Yes they knew their families knew eachother. But to their knowledge her Ivar weren't close like that. But that didn't matter. they had all seen what would happen if Ivar was touched. And they steered clear. But Ivar had been noticed by someone. Freydis. The cheerleader captain. She was beautiful and popular and everything that Ivar knew was out of his league. But she wanted him and who was he to give up this opportunity? So they began dating much to everyone's surprise. And it wasn't long before he began pushing his friends and family away and changing for the worst. He became the bully. He became what he despised, all because Freydis whispered that he was better than all of them.

But it wasn't long before Freydis found something else, someone else, to latch onto and Ivar was quickly left in the dust with no one to support him and help ease the hurt of finding his 'first love' with her tongue down another guy's throat in the locker rooms. He grew bitter and angry and no one wanted to be near him. He was so caught up in his hurt and anger that he didn't notice the split lip and bruised cheek Freydis sported the next week. No he was ignorant to the punishment his ex had received from the hands of Andromache. He was oblivious to the fact that the whole school had found out about everything. He was just angry. And no one else mattered in his bubble of rage. The cigarette was slapped from his mouth abruptly. "What the fuck?" He said angrily before turning to the offender. Andromache. She glared at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Me?!" Ivar was oblivious as to what her problem was. What did he do? Nothing. "Yes you. You idiot." He scoffed and only stuck a new cigarette in his mouth, lighting it up and inhaling the smoke. "I've no idea what you're on about." "Freydis." His mood soured instantly. "Don't fucking say that name." He said as he blew out the smoke with a glare in her direction. "Ivar. Did you do it?" "Do what?!" He yelled frustrated with this conversation. She sighed and sat beside him. "Shes pregnant. She's saying it's yours." She finally said. He froze. "Ivar?" She laid a hand on his shoulder. "Ivar are you alright?" He coughed and threw down the cigarette with a groan, stomping it out and digging his hands into his face. "I fucked her." Was all he said. Andromache patted his shoulder soothingly. "Im sorry Ivar." He just took a deep breath. "My mother. Does she know yet?" Andromache gave him a sad smile. "She does." He groaned loudly and sighed. "I guess I've no choice then do I? I've got to talk to Freydis." She nodded and he nodded back. "Thanks for telling me." "Anytime." She said and left him to his thoughts.

To say Ivar was absolutely miserable was an understatement. He absolutely hated Freydis. But since she was carrying his child he wanted to do the right thing and stand beside her. And to him that meant putting a ring on her finger. It wasnt something he wanted to be doing at 18 years old. Having a family was something he wanted to wait until at least 24 to do. He throught that was reasonable. But he did admit that it was his own actions that led him here. But the one constant of all this was Andromache. The two of them had grown closer since this all came to light. Something like best friends now. She was always there for his rants of frustration and his insecurities about being a good father and he was always there for her rants about her horrible dating life and how dumb men were. And that was their routine. Always there eachother. And though he could see the jealousy in Freydis' eyes every time he mentioned Andromache, he didn't care much. He was loyal. He didn't have anything to hide. He wasn't manipulative and he didn't cheat. Not like her. So he didn't much care about how she felt. He was only with her because of duty. But she'd been pulling him away from Andromache lately, using the baby as an excuse and because he didn't want the arguments, he just did what she asked. And the two began to drift apart. And it bothered him. He wasn't sure when he'd began feeling things for Bjorns half sister, but it was more and more obvious the way the feelings of jealousy hit him when he'd look at her instagram and see pictures of her before dates or her out with her friends looking absolutely stunning and knowing there was nothing stopping her from sleeping with any guy that wasn't him. But he had a commitment to Freydis and his child. No matter how reluctant that commitment was.

But everything changed when the child was actually born. He had had Hvitserk race him to the hospital when Freydis had called to tell him it was time. He'd let her crush his hand as she gave birth and whispered words of encouragement to her, doing all he could to make it a bit easier for her, only to take one look at the kid and see it clearly wasn't his. Neither of them had brown eyes or red hair. He had clenched his jaw and told her it was over and that she could keep the ring. He was out. She had screamed at him that he was selfish to leave her like this just after giving birth and that they could talk about this. She loved him. He had laughed humorlessly as he told her to get fucked and that he felt sorry that the kid was stuck with someone like her as it's mother. She had been shocked at his cold rage as he exited the room and called Hvitserk to pick him up. Only, he didn't answer. No one did. So as he hesitantly hovered his finger over the screen, he sighed and pressed it before he could back out, it was answered on the second ring. "Ivar? Everything ok?" Her voice was like singing valkyries and he closed his eyes at the way he missed it. "No. Um..could you pick me up? I'm at the hospital." "Oh gods. Are you ok?!" The panic and concern in her voice warmed him. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm not here for me." He hoped she understood. "Oh ok. Yeah. Be there soon." The relief in her voice wasn't hard to miss. "Thanks. See you soon."

He heard the rumble of the engine before he saw the Black, Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat as it rolled to a stop infront of him. "Hey." She greeted as he opened the door and climbed in with a bit of difficulty due to his legs and crutch. "Hey." He breathed back. It was quiet as she began to drive. "Does Bjorn know you hijacked his car?" "No. And you wont tell him if you want to live." He cracked a small smile before it fades as he thinks about what happened. "Hey...what's wrong? What happened?" "Kid wasn't mine." He lurches forward as she stomps on the brakes, the wheels screeching. Luckily they were on a deserted road and no one else was around. "WHAT?!" She yells and turns to look at him. "What the fuck do you mean the kid wasn't yours?!" She asks incredulously. He takes a deep breath to steady himself from the death that just flashed before his eyes. "ANDY! you can't just do that shit! Gods! Are you trying to kill us?!" "Shut up you're alive clearly. Now tell me what the fuck happened. Now." He rolls his eyes. "Kid wasn't mine Andy. I don't have brown eyes and red hair and neither does Freydis. And she admitted to it in a roundabout way before I left. It was all some ruse to keep him as some sort of possession. I told her to keep the ring and never call me again. I blocked her number whilst I was waiting for you. I'm gonna have Hvitserk drop her shit off at her house later." He said. "That conniving fucking bitch. I knew she wasn't right in the head." She said angrily. "Shes lucky she just gave birth or I'd unleash seven hells of fury on her myself. Wait until your mom finds out." His heart dropped. His mother. His poor mother. She didn't like Freydis but she'd been so looking forward to having a grandchild from him. "No Andy. Leave her alone. She's not worth it. And not a word to my mother. I'll tell her myself tonight. Now let's go. I want to get home in one peice. Or I won't be the only one dealing with my mother." He said. She huffed and began to drive again. "You're lucky I'm more afraid of Aslaug than of you." She said. He smiled slightly.

His mother had indeed been devastated. That she wouldn't be getting the grandchild she'd be so excited for but the real reason for her devastation was that she'd let that manipulative girl back in her sons life after she'd broken him the first time only to have her completely shatter the broken boy she'd managed to put back together again. And she knew that it would take a lot for her boy to trust another woman like that again with his heart. And she resented Freydis for that. He was so young. He had his whole life ahead of him but now he would always carry the trauma and mistrust that snake put into him. He could only hope another woman would come along to help mend it all. And she had her eye on the one she knew would. Andromache. She knew the two of them felt something more for eachother. And in another life maybe they would've realised it sooner, before Freydis. But now she knew it would be even longer before the two actually acted on their feelings. But no matter how long it took, she'd be there to encourage it. They were perfect for eachother she knew it. And so did Lagertha.

Mine •Ivar The Boneless•

She was only 16 when Ragnar had come with his cripple son, Ivar, to their gates. She had been forbidden by her father, Athelwulf, from interacting with either of the heathens. Being his only daughter, bastard or not, meant he was overprotective of her much to Judith's annoyance. He paid more attention to her and doted on her more than his sons. And this only served to deepen the Crack in his and Judith's relationship. It fueled Judith's hatred for her as well. But Skylark didn't listen to her father. She often snuck down into the dungeons to see the crippled boy. At first he was annoyed. What did the prim and proper little princess want to see and spend time with him for other than to gawk at his disability. But over time he was intrigued. The way she snuck around and rebelled. The way she was so eager to learn about vikings and his gods. And soon it turned into something more. Admiration? Love? He didn't know. All he knew is that it was with her that he learned he was infact a man, the same as his brothers. The night before he was to be sent back home, he had laid with her, taking her innocence without guilt. But it had only made him that much lonelier when he arrived back at kattegat to the news of his mother's death. But soon loneliness gave way to rage and she was just another fleeting though to him on his way to revenge and glory.

He was happy with Freydis, the slave he'd freed in York. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear and told him he was a god. That his legs made him so. That Odin himself favored him and he could do anything. And he believed her. He loved her. She was his everything. She was going to be his queen. So when he'd led the attack on Winchester, it was her that fueled him. Her and his revenge. He would give her the world. But when the city was found empty and the old King Ecbert rose from his Throne with a tired look on his face, he felt his rage bubble. This was supposed to be a glorious battle to apprehend the betrayer of his father. Not this. This was too easy for Ivar. So as the brothers argued over what to do with him, they almost missed the painful screams that echoed in the west wing. Almost. The brothers looked between them before Bjorn and Hvitserk took off towards the sound. And he watched Ecbert's face turn white with fear. He smiled viciously. The old man was hiding something he wanted them to not find out about.

When Bjorn and Hvitserk kicked open the large wooden door, they took in the sight before them and Bjorn shuddered. The maids in the room only spared them a glance before going back to work. "Please princess. He's almost here! You have to push." Bjorn pushed Hvitserk. "Go and get Ivar. Now!" He said sternly as he did the math in his head. This was a disaster. He knew his little brother to be irresponsible. But never in his right mind did he think ivar capable of this. No one did infact which the rumors that the thrall, Margarethe, had spread about him. But there was no denying it as he watched the princess sprawled upon the giant bed, legs up and bent, her white blonde hair slick with sweat and sticking to her forehead, her face scrunched up in pain as she sobbed, her belly protruding with the telltale signs of child. This was Ivars child. His son.

"What is the meaning of this? Surely it's nothing so important that you-" his words died in his throat at the pain filled scream of agony that broke throught the door where his brother was standing guard. And he knew who it belonged to. Bjorn lowered his head and winced at the sound. He moved quickly, shoving Bjorn out of the way and slamming the door open. He sagged against the wall at the sight he saw. "Princess. Once more. You can do this." "I cant. I can't." She sobbed and begged. "Yes. You must. For your son." The maid whispered. That seemed to fuel her as she braced herself on her forearms and pushed with a yell that was soon met with the cry of a newly born infant. "He's here princess!" Ivar was frozen in shock as he watched. He watched her sag back into the bed with relief and watched the maids pass him warily with a baby boy. Brunette, Thick, hair covered his head and he wailed with strong lungs as they cleaned him off and wrapped him up, handing him off to the woman in the bed. And it was then that he broke his trance, moving over to the bed, his crutch thumping as he moved, the maids stepping back as he took a seat on the edge of the matress, staring at the bundle in his once lovers arms. "Ivar?" She asked quietly and in disbelief. Through her pain she hadn't known he was even there. And she felt a sinking feeling at what it all meant. "Hes..he's my-?" He asked, his voice cracking as tears filled his eyes. "Yes. You're the only man I've laid with." She quietly admitted. He took another minute before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You've given me a son." He whispered in disbelief and awe. She stayed silent. "May i?" He asked her hesitantly. She gave a weak smile before fixing his arms and carefully handing him the babe. He looked down at his son with awe and love. He was a father. Something he never thought he'd ever be. And when his son opened his eyes, those bright blue orbs stared into his soul. "Elias Ivarsson." He whispered. And Skylark smiled softly. "Its fitting." She replied. He looked back to her, a gentle look in his eyes as he leaned forward to capture her lips in his own softly. Freydis forgotten instantly in the presence of his first love and their new son.

He sat upon Ecbert's Throne with a glare at the man infront of him and his brothers. "Im just curious as to what you thought would happen by trying to keep my son from me?" He finally broke the shocked silence. But the man only sighed and rubbed his wrinkled and rough face. "Forgive me Ivar. But the things I've heard about you are not pleasant. Your hatred for us Saxons especially. You cannot blame me for wanting to protect my family." He said and Ivar went ridgid in his seat. "I would NEVER hurt them." He growled. "Yes. You say that. But your reputation says otherwise." Ecbert retorts. Ivars face went livid and Ubbe intervened. "Enough. What's done is done. Ivar you have a son now. And Ecbert's death looms. Let us focus on that huh?" Ivar said nothing but his glare said this was not over.

He walked slowly with her through camp, holding her arm in his as she winced at the movement, their son in her arms, two of his men carrying her trunk behind them. He was reluctant to make her do such exercise days after giving birth for fear of hurting her further, but his brothers had insisted they needed to move. So he had padded the floor of his chariot with a pile of furs and had her sit in the nook infront of his bench before they took off and traveled. He made sure she was well fed and watered and wanted for nothing as they made their way back to camp. The same for his son. And before they'd left he had ordered a few men to ride ahead and make sure Freydis was no longer in his tent when they arrived. For he realised now that her manipulative ways were not something he longed for anymore. The gods had given him a gift. And he wasn't going to spit on it. He gently led her into the large tent and helped her to sit down on the bed. "Rest now." He said watching her body weaken against the furs. "I'll be back soon." He kissed her forehead and his sons before exiting the tent once more.

"Ivar." The soft bell like voice of Freydis called out to him as he reclined on the Throne like chair. "Freydis. I am busy." He muttered annoyed with her presence. "My love. Too busy for me?" She asked as she climbed upon his lap. "Freydis. I have a son now. The gods have smiled upon me and gifted me with a son and a queen worthy of me. I do not have time for you and your manipulative ways any longer." He growled. She frowned. "Can you not take two wives my love? Surely the gods will not be mad that such a man as yourself should need two. You are more than worthy." She said peppering his jaw with kisses. "Freydis!" He shouted in anger and shoved her off his lap and to the stone floor. She let out a whimper as she hit the stone. "If you touch me one more time or make such comments again, I shall ensure your head on a spike to gift to my wife. Do I make myself clear?" He growled harshly. She looked up at him with shock and crocodile tears in her eyes. "But-" "No! And you are forbidden from ever entering kattegat! Do you hear me?! I will have you burned at the stake should you ever step foot in my kingdom! Now get out!" He roared. And she ran as if hel herself was biting at her heels. He let out a deep breath and calmed himself. He would not return to his wife and son angry. Especially not over some useless woman he cared nothing about.

She sat on the Throne beside him with a grace and gentleness that was glaring in compare to his lazy and arrogant form in his own Throne. He despised court. Truly. Most of these matters were common sense and intervention was not needed. And there was little more he hated than wasting his time and stupid people. And court only held both of those. Skylark placed a small hand on his arm and he looked over to her as she faced the men arguing over farmland. He took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to it as she smiled softly at him breifly before returning her attention to the matter at hand. "Ok. So then you will both split the land 50/50 between the two of you." She announced finality in her voice. "But my queen-" "Are you questioning your queens declaration?!" He growled. Silence before "No my king." The man answered both scared and deflated. "Then get out! You have been given your answer!" He said angrily and glared harshly, sending the men almost running out of the great hall. He sighed in annoyance. "My love. You must be patient." She soothed as she stroked his arm. "How can I be? These problems are problems children could solve! It's a waste of our time!" She smiled gently. "Oh? And what would you rather be doing then?" She asked. "Spending time with our son, you?" He gave her a wolfish grin and she laughed softly. "There is plenty of time for the former my love. As for your son I think he's too attached to his uncle Hvisterks side at the moment." She said and he rolled his eyes. Hvitserk had always been Elias' favorite uncle. Especially when Hvitserk took him out to play with the wooden swords and ride his horse. It's all he would go on about now at 5 years old. And Ivar couldn't help but to feel jealous of his brother. Elias was his son. But he wanted to spend time with Hvitserk instead. He would be lying if he said it didn't hurt that he couldnt do the things Hvitserk did with him. But he had to remind himself that the boy didn't know that. He only knew that with Hvitserk he had fun. And what little child didn't want to have fun all the time? He sighed. Skylark took her husband's hands in her own, noticing his deflation in mood. "My love. I have something that might cheer you." She said. "Hmm? What's that?" She smiled and brought a hand to her stomach and his eyes blew wide. "You mean it?! When?!" "This morning. The healers confirmed it. She said I'm about a month now." She smiled. He hooked a hand around her neck and pressed his lips to hers. "I love you. You know that?" Pressing his forehead against hers. "I thank the gods every day for you and Elias. And now this little one as well." She smiled as she gazed into his bright blue orbs. "I love you too." "You're mine." "Forever." She agreed with a serene smile.

The Heartbreak •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

Warning: ANGST!

She had met him through Sigurd. Sigurd was her producer for her music and was a good friend. She wished she had never agreed to attend a family party with Sigurd. She wished she never met HIM. Then her heart wouldn't be so broken and she wouldn't be so angry and hateful all the time. It truly wouldn't have been so bad an end to their relationship had he not have fucked HER behind her back whilst they were still together. If there was one thing she loathed it was cheaters. But she had been in love with him. And he swore he'd always felt the same until SHE came along. Freydis. Even thinking the name sent a surge of hatred and rage through her that she didn't know how to control. She hadn't thought anything of it when she moved in next to Ivar and Ivar became friendly. Super friendly. And Freydis was only too happy to flirt along with him. But she wasn't insecure and she had faith in her boyfriend not to cross a line he knew he couldn't come back from. What a mistake that was. No. But he started pulling away from her. Cancelling plans, not calling or texting, and she should've seen it as the giant red flag that it was. But she gave him his space. She knew Ivar wasn't good about showing affection or being consistent. It was something he said he was working on. But when Hvitserk posted those Instagram pictures and videos of Ivar and Freydis in the club after Ivar had canceled their date night because 'his legs hurt too bad.' Was when she withdrew. The truth had hit her in the face and she spent that night a sobbing mess in her bathroom with her new best friend smirnoff. She drank until she couldn't even think a coherent thought, and then she kept going. She was a mess the next morning. But she shut down completely when Sigurd showed up that morning with that stone faced look on his face and proceeded to Embrace her and hold her as if she was gonna disappear. That's when she knew something was truly wrong. She asked him what was going on and he simply showed her the screenshot of a text Ivar had sent to Hvitserk who then had sent it to Sigurd. "Freydis is pregnant. I'm gonna be a father." She had pushed Sigurd away from her and suddenly lashed out, throwing anything she could get her hands on and screaming in rage. Sigurd had stood silently and watched her let it all out until she had dissolved into heart wrenching sobs and then he has embraced her again and spent the rest of the night holding her as she silently withdrew into herself. And all the while, Ivar was radio silent.

It was a week later before her ex boyfriend had even attempted to make contact. She ignored all his attempts. 25 missed calls and a few texts asking to talk. The texts were what set her off. She sent him one last text. "Go fuck yourself. Hope she was worth it." And he had called a further 10 more times before he realized she wasn't going to answer and he just stopped altogether. From that day on he never tried to talk to her again and she proceeded to delete him and his family, save Sigurd who hated his guts just as much as she did, from all social media and blocked their numbers as well. She had trusted Ivar despite her hard time with trusting others and he took that trust and spit on it whilst ripping out her closely guarded heart and stomping on it until it was barely beating. Sigurd stayed by her side through her healing and helped her as best he could. But she went through truly dark times before she could even think about healing. She had developed a drinking problem which had resulted in Sigurd forcing her into rehab. And it had helped her immensely to see that she wasn't the problem. She wasn't the one that should be hurting. And so she took the step to attend therapy all the while Sigurd was cheering her on on the sidelines and she began to let out her rage in her music. Which topped the charts and only fueled her more. Her hurt had turned into her success. And whilst she was better now, still angry and hateful deep inside but no longer volatile, it had changed her. She guarded her heart even more, didn't trust anyone, didn't date, wasn't interested in relationships, she was done with love. It had scarred her too many times and Ivar was the last straw. And the media knew something bad had happened. They didn't know what. But they were great detectives. And it wasn't long after the whole ordeal that gossip sites and fans were talking about how her ex boyfriend had fucked another woman behind her back and gotten her pregnant. And she was right back into that depression when photos of the two backstabbers were posted along with the articles. Her shiny new ring and pregant belly were enough to undo the progress she had made. But Sigurd had quickly diverted their attention by announcing her nomination for a VMA at the upcoming award show a few months away, along with the news of a new album and an early release of one of the songs on that album. And that was enough to end the attention Freydis and Ivar were paid. And then they went to work on her again.

By the time the VMAs rolled around she had a solid grip on herself and her feelings and promised herself she would shed no more tears for the man that didn't deserve it. She had won that award and headed to the after party with Sigurd in high spirits. They had been there for a while before she saw him. Sigurd had tried his best to intercept him and Hvitserk before they both split off into the crowd and Ivar disappeared causing Sigurd to lose him. She turned her back to him after they met eyes and politely ordered a water from the bartender who passed her a glass of ice water with a smile as she tipped him. But Ivar hadn't gotten the hint clearly because he stood beside her and ordered a drink before turning his attention to her. "We need to talk." She scoffed as she took a large gulp of her drink. "No. We dont. You had your time to talk. You chose to fuck another woman instead. You've made your choices quite clear." She said and moved to walk away. He gripped her arm. "Please." She put a bright smile on and turned back around, taking him by surprise. "Ok Ivar. Talk. I'll entertain you this once because quite frankly I'm intrigued by what you could possibly say to me to make me want to even give you a bit of space in my brain for even a fleeting thought of you." He winced and opened his mouth. "Freydis is pregnant yes." "Well no shit. If she wasn't I'd be seeing a doctor asap." She rolled her eyes. "Please. She lied. It's not mine." She let out an amused laugh. "Lose them how you catch them eh?" He rubbed a hand down his face. "Lils-" "don't call me that. You lost that privilege. We are not friends. We are nothing. You made sure of that. Had you come to me and said that you no longer loved me rather than cheating on me, we maybe could've been. You have no one to blame but yourself Ivar. No one." She said sternly. She watched him deflate. "I DO love you." He said quietly. "You have a strange way of showing it. Let me make this clear, I feel NOTHING for you. Even my rage has depleted. You knew how hard it was to even give you a chance. You knew how guarded I was. And you not only begged me to give you a chance against my better judgment, you swore you would NEVER hurt me like others did. You swore you weren't that person. And then you did EXACTLY what you swore to me you wouldn't. You tore my heart from my chest after you mended it and you spit on it and stomped on it until it was dead. And the worst part was you didn't even have the balls to tell me what you did yourself. Sigurd did. You waited a WEEK after what you did to even bother to call me. You are nothing to me Ivar. You brought the worst out in me after that. And I have overcome all the demons and darkness that you left me with. So you don't get to come to me now that I'm finally better and moved on and pretend that what you did wasn't the worst thing anyone could do to someone they claimed to love and try and gain my sympathy that your situation didn't work out for you. You don't deserve it. Do not call me. Do not text me. Do not even look at me. Do you understand me? I want nothing to do with you. Go find someone else to fuck over." She said and slammed her glass on the bar beside him before pulling her arm from his grip and storming off towards Sigurd. She felt a weight come off her shoulders. There it was. The closure she needed. She said all she had been wanting to. All that had been bottled up. And it was time to wash her hands of it. "You ok?" Sigurd asked worried. But a dazzling smile overtook his best friends face and he relaxed, returning a small one. "Better than OK. Let get out of here and go get some greasy food from a sketchy place that will end up being the best thing we've ever tasted." He chuckled and offered his arm which she immediately took. "Sold. Let's go." Back at the bar Hvitserk patted a teary eyed Ivar. "You'll always be my brother but you fucked up big time and there's no coming back from it." He said softly. Ivar quickly wiped the falling tears and gave a stiff nod.

Broken •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

WARNINGS: angst, Mentions of suicide attempts, mental illnesses, abandonment, psych wards, semi happy ending on this one boys. Sorry. I had to do it to ya! I love torturing myself and you guys!

She was 8 when her father married Aslaug. It hadn't been easy for her to get used to the combined household. And Ivar didn't make it any easier on her. Her other step brothers were nice and comforting to her, even Sigurd. But not Ivar. He was mean and went out of his way to make her existence miserable. But he wasn't the catalyst or even the reason for why she did what she did when she was 16. No one knew the answer to that question still. And it had been years. But Ivar remembered it as if it was yesterday. Because he'd been the one the find her. And that image was something he'd never get out of his mind. He would live with that trauma forever.

Ivar pushed the front door open already annoyed as he could hear the metal music thumping from outside. And it assaulted his ears as he entered and slammed the door behind him. It was turned onto max volume and he couldn't even hear himself think. "ZORA!" He screamed enraged. But it didn't carry over the music. She had skipped school that morning. And he'd known because Aslaug had been informed by the school. He was a senior whilst she was a sophomore and so he'd been excused per Aslaugs request so he could go home and ensure everything was alright because Zora wasn't answering her phone or the home phone. And Aslaug was worried. He resented Zora. She was always pulling some dumb shit and worrying his mother or upsetting her and he was done with her shit. This was the last straw. Now it was interfering with his own life and he refused to let it continue. He stormed up the stairs, albeit slowly since his braces limited his leg movement and his legs were rather weak. But he reached the landing and stormed into her bedroom, shutting off the music and growling when she wasn't present. He banged on her bathroom door. "ZORA! you better fucking get your shit together! You hear me?! I'm tired of your bullshit! And it's starting to fuck up my life!" But there was no answer. And that only enraged him more. He gripped the handle and tried to turn it only to discover it to be locked. "Stop being a bitch and open the fucking door Zora! I'm tired of you! You hear me?!" But more silence followed and his anger began to receed and worry replaced it. "Zora?! Open the fucking door!" He banged one more time. No answer. He took a deep breath and began slamming his shoulder into the door. It finally splintered and gave way. He stumbled in and immediately his breath left him as his stomach began to turn. There she laid on the floor in a heap, empty pill bottles scattered around her along with one of her father's expensive bottles of Whiskey almost emptied as well. "Zora!" He stumbled towards her, ignoring the pain in his legs as he heaved her limp body up and against his chest. "Hey! Hey! Zora!" He slapped her cheek but she still gave no answer. "Fuck!" He yelled and dragged her to the shower, falling back into the tub with her against his front. He turned the knobs of the shower, freezing water cascading from the shower head and drenching the both of them. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, thankful for the waterproof case on it and dialed 911.

Ubbe rushed up to the front of the house where Ivar paced by the front door, soaked with water as the paramedics worked on Zora upstairs where he'd left them. "What the hell happened?!" Ubbe asked worried. "I dont know. Mom called the school and asked me to leave to check on her since she'd never went this morning. I came home and she had her music turned all the way up and the bathroom was locked. She wasn't answering so I forced the door open and she was just laying there on the floor surrounded by pill bottles and a whisky bottle. She wouldn't wake up." His voice broke amd tears swam in his eyes as he recounted what he found to Ubbe. His brother pulled him into a hug and held him tight. "Its gonna be ok Ivar." He only sobbed quietly into his brother. Ubbe didn't let go. Not when the paramedics wheeled Zora down the stairs on the stretcher or when they slammed the doors to the ambulance shut and sped off with her to the hospital.

Aslaug had been beside herself with worry and grief. No one knew why Zora did what she did. And it was a shock to everyone. Zora had always been happy and sarcastic. Never once did she elude to being unhappy or even in pain. Her father had made the hard decision to send Zora to an outpatient program for treatment. He loved her with all he had in him and he couldn't bare a repeat of the recent events. She'd been gone from the home for 8 months before coming home again. And she truly seemed better. She seemed sorry for what she'd tried to do. And made the effort to get better and stay better. Going to therapy. Taking her medications and following the rules given to her in order to stay at home. Which were no sharp things, no unattended medications or alcohol, and monitored constantly. And Ivar even made the attempt to befriend her. His attitude towards her was better. He was gentle and nice and made it clear that if she ever needed to talk he was there. No matter what. They became closer. Even inseparable.

Maybe that's why it hurt so much when Freydis came along a couple years later into her adulthood and he abandoned her. But she kept her head up and continued on her path to betterment. Until one night when she spiraled and all that pain in her chest was too overwhelming. She had tried to call Ivar multiple times as she sobbed and tried to resist the dark thoughts that invaded her mind and took over. It had been her last ditch effort to stop herself and get help. To cry out that she was no ok and that she was scared of what she was going to do if left alone with her thoughts. But he'd ignored every. Single. One. He was annoyed by her calls and finally ended up turning off his phone completely when it was clear she wouldn't stop calling. He had been with Freydis on a date and he wanted no distractions. He would call her back later. He would regret that decision deeply once he'd turned his phone back on to dozens of texts and calls from his mother and brothers.

"Ivar!" His brothers frantic voice met his ears after picking up on the second ring. His heart dropped into his stomach immediately. Bjorn was never this worried or scared. "What? What happened?" He asked quietly. Almost frightened of the answer. "Its Zora! She tried to kill herself again!" He said urgently. "What?" He whispered. And suddenly he thought back to all those calls he'd ignored earlier and guilt set heavily in his chest. He suddenly felt dizzy and had to grip the chair infront of him before rounding it and falling into it. He rubbed a hand down his face roughly. "H-how is she?" He asked. "We don't know. They won't let us back with her. They said that given her history she will most likely be sent to another program again." He sighed through the phone. Ivar couldn't get over the guilt. "I-i did this." He said upset. "How ivar? Did you force her to swallow those pills?" "No. But I ignored her. She tried to call. Several times. I ignored them. I was annoyed because I was on a date with Freydis. I should've answered. I should've known something was wrong. She never calls.." there was silence on the other end and he closed his eyes as tears escaped. "No ivar. It's not your fault. She made her choices." Bjorn finally replied. "I gotta go. She's at kattegat General if you want to come. If not, that's OK too. Get some rest ok? It's not your fault." And then the line went dead. There was silence for a few minutes before ivar let out a roar of rage and began to destroy his apartment.

When she'd gotten back from the program ivar forced her to move in with him. She said she didn't want to be a burden to anyone but he called bullshit and said she clearly couldn't be trusted on her own. And she had gone silent and allowed him to began packing her things. And it had worked out for the both of them. He monitored her and she was getting better. She kept mostly to herself in her room and he was fine with that. He had always known she was introverted. And it worked for the best when Freydis would come over. But things went south quickly when he'd found out Freydis was cheating on him. And when he'd asked her why she'd said that his relationship with Zora as a caretaker was too much for her. That he gave her too much attention as if she would break at any second. He had quickly told her to get out. To delete his shit and never contact him again. And she had done so without any argument. His love for her had grown to hatred the moment she'd tried to blame her actions on Zora. He was devastated at first. Freydis had been what he'd considered to be his first true love. And Zora was right by his side through his mourning. She didn't judge him or say anything. Just sat quietly and let him rant to her or watched TV with him. She didn't tell him that she'd heard everything that night. She didn't tell him that she knew she was the reason for his break up. And she didn't tell him about the guilt she harbored because of it. And that was only strike one for her. Strike two had been in the form of Katia. She was nice, she looked exactly like Freydis, she made him happy for the first time since Freydis. Zora made it a habit to make herself scarce whenever Katia was around, not wanting a repeat of the Freydis situation. And it worked. But Katia and Ivar broke up a short time later, both citing that they just didn't see it going anywhere. And whilst Katia had said that that was the reason, she had also mentioned Zora. Said that it was awkward to return to his apartment for private time knowing his sister was across the hall in her room where she rarely left. And Zora began to feel an even bigger ball of guilt form. This was the second of Ivars relationships she'd indirectly ruined. She had told him the next week that she was moving out. And whilst he tried to protest and argue, she refused to budge and he let her go. He shouldn't have let her go. He would do anything in his power to take it back. To force her to stay. Gods. He would. Because strike three had been when her father and Aslaug had been killed in an accident. It was sudden. And it was no one's fault. The two of them had been driving home in a storm and the car slid off the road and flipped after hitting a particular wet patch and sliding suddenly without warning. They both had been killed instantly. Everyone had been devastated. But not Zora. Or so it seemed. But he knew better. He knew she put up walls and pretended. He had tried his hardest to stay close to her. He called her every night to check on her and make sure she was OK. Especially after the funerals. And she put on a good show. Even he was finding himself falling for it at times. And he really should've known something was wrong that night when she didn't answer immediately like she always did. He always called at the same time. There was no excuse. But he let himself believe she was just busy.

She pushed the car harder, faster as it rounded the bend. Ivar had called. She ignored it initially as she gulped down the alcohol that she'd been drinking as she pushed her foot down on the gas, listening to the metal music blaring through the speakers of the sports car. But she faltered and sighed, pressing the callback button. He answered on the first ring. "Hey! You ok? You usually answer." She smiled sadly as tears slipped down her cheeks. "Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I was in the other room for a minute and missed it. Times been fast today." She said dejected. Silence and then. "Zora? Are you OK? Be honest with me. You sound.." she laughed sadly. "Yeah ivar. I'm ok. More than OK. Hey. I want you to promise me something ok?" He frowned. She wasn't making any sense. And he was growing worried. "Yes. Anything." "Ok. Promise me you won't be mad ok? You'll be ok. You won't be sad all your life ok? Promise." Ivar could hear his heartbeat rushing in his ears. "Zora. Where are you? Don't do anything stupid. I'll come get you! Please just whatever you're doing or thinking of doing, don't!" "I love you Ivar." She whispered before hanging up. He slammed his fist into the counter "FUCK!" He dialed Ubbe and quickly let him know what was going on before grabbing his keys and rushing from his apartment and to hers. But it was empty. And her car keys were gone. And he felt the cold feeling of dread settle in. And he knew this time she wasn't coming home. And she knew it to as she jerked the wheel on the next turn forcing the car through the guard rail and off the cliff, into the freezing waters below.

He was the last one standing at the grave site. He clenched the rose in his fist and glared at the shiny headstone. "I know I promised. But I am utterly Enraged with you right now Zora. How could you do this to us? To me? We lost Ma and now you? How many people have to suffer just because you were hurting? You could've said something to me! I would've done whatever I needed to! You knew that!" His voice broke and tears dripped down his cheeks. "I hate you Zora! I hate you!" He sobbed quietly. His emotions taking over. He threw the rose down and stormed off just as the rain broke the sky.

"Careful Igor! Wait for me!" Ivar called out to his son who ran ahead of him and fell down infront of the headstone. "Hello Aunty Zora! Happy birthday! I brought you a flower I picked from the backyard!" The boy said happily and set it carefully down on the headstone. "Igor. You must be more careful. What if you'd have fallen and hurt yourself?" Ivar scolded. "Sorry! I just wanted to get to Aunty Zora faster! To show her my surprise!" He pouted. Ivar sighed and relented. "Ok. Just be more careful ok? I don't think she'd want you to hurt yourself over her." Igor nodded happily. "Ill be right back I forgot MY flower in the car. Dont move." He turned and walked back the way they came. "Man. Tell him he should wrap you in bubble wrap then eh?" Igor's eyes lit up at the woman sitting infront of him. "Aunty Zora!" He breathed. The woman smiled back at him. "Hello little moon. How have you both been?" "We've been ok aunty Zora. But dad's been seeing this new woman. Ingrid. She's really nice. And she likes me. So dad says she's a keeper. But he's also really wary that she'll end up leaving." "Mmm. Tell your dad to lighten up. Not every woman is like Freydis hmm? If she likes you and hasn't run yet. That's a good sign. I have to go soon little moon." She sighed. "So soon? You just got here. He frowned. "Unfortunately I don't have the energy to keep this up. And I only get special privileges on my birthday. You know this. Tell your dad I love him ok? And I love you too. I'll see you next time little moon!" "I love you too aunty Zora!" He watched her disappear. "Who were you talking to?" Ivar said as he carefully kneeled next to Igor. "Aunty Zora said she loves you and that you should give Ingrid a chance." Ivar snapped his head to Igor and felt as if the breath was knocked out of him suddenly. "Z-zora was...?" Tears welled in his eyes as he looked back at the headstone. "She comes sometimes. Only on her birthday. She says the gods give her special privileges only on her birthday. So she uses them to visit us." He said happily and Ivar closed his eyes, tears dripping down his cheeks. "She also said that you might as well wrap me in bubble wrap at this point." He let out a laugh at that. "Yeah. That's something she'd definitely say." He said sadly. "Don't cry daddy. She wouldn't want that. She's always watching. She said grandma and grandpa are as well but they don't visit because you're at peace with them being gone." He frowned. It was true. He had gotten over his mother and fathers deaths. But Zoras was the hardest. He always felt that guilt deep within him that said he could've done something. Igor patted his back. "Its not your fault. She said so." He collapsed at that, sobbing so violently at the relief that flooded him. The weight that lifted off him was immense. It wasnt his fault. There was nothing he could do. She'd said so. Igor only consoled his father until he'd calmed. "Come Igor. We will come back next week. I think we both need to talk about your....abilities hmm?" He asked with a watery smile, placing the rose on the headstone and using it to stand up. Igor beamed as he got up too. "You mean the ghosts?" "There are more?!" He asked surprised as they made their way back to the car. "Mmhmm. There's an old man over there! He's playing with his dog! The dogs name is Sammy! And he loves his favorite ball!" Ivar groaned. "Ghost dog with a favorite ball. Lovely." Igor giggled.

Targaryen takeover •Ivar The Boneless•

When the guard had burst into the dining hall yelling about an army of men and women breaching the shores of Dragonstone they hadn't been too concerned. When asked what banners flew on these ships the guard had said that he did not recognize them and that the ships had been oddly shaped. Daemon had snorted and stood, pulling dark sister from its scabbard and motioning for the guard to show him. The two had left the dining hall to find a window to look out of and Rhaenyra and her children had followed. When they did finally gaze upon the ships they were indeed odd. They weren't ships. More like giant boats. With bright colored sheilds lining the sides of each and long oars coming from small windows to manually propell them and serpents with open mouths open in a roar carved in the front and back. And the people were dressed oddly in leather and chainmail, carrying colorful Shields and axes, swords, and Warhammers. They were easily slaughtering the small army dragonstone boasted as they disappeared into the courtyards below the Keep. Daemon turned to his family with a grin on his face. "I have never seen anything like these people. But I have heard stories. Vikings they are called. They sail to any land they can and they plunder and conquor. Which means they don't know about us or our Dragons." Rhaenyra was a bit more worried. "What do we do?" Daemon just grinned wider. "We give them a fight. We show them they have severely underestimated us. Mount your Dragons. Its time for a battle." He said.

Ivar had been the first one to enter the courtyard, crawling on the ground and taking out the few soldiers that were there before sitting against an abandoned wagon. Blood covered his face and he clapped his hand against his bloodied axe in madness as more came rushing at him. "Do you know who I am?! I am Ivar the Boneless! You can't kill me!" He threw one of his axes and it lodged itself into a nearby soldier. The group moved forward but froze at the overhead roar that was heard along with the sharp sound of great flapping wings. The soldier in the front only smirked at the cripple before he began to back away, his men following. Ivar didn't know what was happening. And before he could move an inch, a hulking shadow flew overhead and another roar was heard, deafening him as he finally looked up just as a great horned white dragon landed a few feet infront of him. He didn't get to register what was happening before the beast opened its maw and roared into his face, hot breath fanning his entire body.

Saelerys was more than happy to oblige when Daemon had told her to land her dragon in the courtyard because he was the smallest and could fit. Overhead she could see one lone viking leaning against an abandoned cart. She guided Centurion towards where she wanted him and the great beast gave a roar to alert their knights to get out of the way. Once they were she wasted no time in landing in front of him. Allowing Centurion to roar in the vikings face. When Centurion closed his maw and leaned his spiked head down so she could see, she was met with a bloody face in clear shock. The first thing she noticed is how handsome he was. Even covered in blood and wounds. The second was that both his legs were strapped together with a bunch of buckles. She furrowed her brows and frowned as she tried to work out why. But she didn't get very far before her attention was pulled from him and to the left of the courtyard where vikings began to pour into the open space. Centurion straightened up and let out a low rumble which seemed to catch the leaders attention. He stopped dead in his tracks and so did the others. He looked truly terrified of the scene in front of him. Which would make sense if what Daemon said was true about these people not knowing about Dragons. She stared the man down as Centurion began to back away from the one on the ground, his large feet causing the ground to rumble beneath him. He swished his spiked tail and it hit a bridge behind him, causing a divet and rubble to rain down. She held tight to his saddle and watched the way they all quickly lost confidence and realized how big of a mistake they made as her family came into view above them, caraxes dwarfing all of the other Dragons with his massive size, making them all look like babies compared to him. "Surrender or die by dragonfire. Your choice." She called down to them. It took a few seconds before they began throwing down their weapons. "Seize them all!" Daemon called down from above and the remaining knights moved in quickly, grabbing everyone they could. As one stepped forward to the man still on the ground she spoke "Not that one." The knight looked at her before giving a nod and moving off to help his fellow soldiers. The man looked at her in what she would swear was awe. "You will be coming with me." She undid the straps that held her legs in the saddle and slid down Centurions great wing. When her feet hit the ground she turned to the dragon and caressed his giant face. "Good boy." It nuzzled into her touch and huffed through its nostrils before blinking its great eyes at her and taking to the sky again when she stepped back. She turned to the man. "Welcome to dragonstone, Viking." She said sarcastically.

"I'm curious. What prompted you to decide to raid Dragonstone?" Daemon asked the man, who was now propped up in a chair in the war room, as he popped a grape into his own mouth, his dinner having been interrupted. Her mother was behind Daemon, ever the regal and stoic vision. Saelerys was on the left of the man gripping the war table and leaning forward, removing red peices and leaving the amount that now made up their army numbers. The man said nothing but continued to glare at Daemon. But Daemon just chuckled like it amused him. "You know, I like you. You're much like me. I admire the confidence and bravery. I do. But unlike me, you don't have legs that can help you escape your current prison. And I'm not a patient person. So if you'd like to keep the use of your other limbs, I would start talking." The man seemed to contemplate before he answered in a heavily accented voice. "We were told of a place. Westeros they called it. They said there was treasure beyond our wildest dreams. And that if we could conquor it, we'd be powerful. In charge. Of all of it." Daemon gave a thoughtful look. "This person was right. However they missed one tiny detail. Can you guess?" He glared at her uncle. "The flying beasts." Daemond nodded in fake enthusiasm. "Yes! Dragons! That's correct! And do you know something else?" Silence. "Only our family, the targaryens, the Velaryons, can tame these Dragons. Can ride them and command them. And can you guess who sits that Throne you seek?" More silence. "Yes. Targaryens. And there's far more Dragons where you were headed. Dragons bigger than what you just saw. Hundreds of years old. They have known war and wiped out entire civilizations. So I would say whoever gave you this information either wanted you to die on this adventure of yours or they were just stupid." The man clenched his fists. "Now, what do they call you?" Daemon asked. "I am Ivar the Boneless." He said proudly. Daemon raised a brow and smirked amused. "Clever." He mused. "So Ivar the Boneless, who gave you this information?" Saelerys knew what Daemon would do with this information. They would go to war with whoever it was.

She watched the vikings get back onto their ships and their men load onto their own ships, all flying the targaryen banner with the red 3 headed dragon. Her grandsire had been alerted to the threat and had agreed it needed to be dealt with swiftly. He had sent men of his own to meet them on dragonstone, flying the green 3 headed dragon banners. Daemon had offered the Vikings a treaty. They both now had a common enemy. Work with us to take them down and we let you go free. You may return to dragonstone if you wish in the future and you may call upon us for help just as we may do to you. In exchange you will leave westeros out of your ambitions of conquering and plundering. Ivar the Boneless had agreed almost instantly. It was too good of a deal to pass up. He wasn't stupid. And so his people and brother were freed from the dungeons and taught how to fight side by side with the Dragons and the knights. Hvitserk had been untrusting and hesitant at first but he quickly learned that Targaryens kept their word. He started to relax once he'd seen his brother be fit for new leg braces, courtesy of Rhaenyra. She had seen him crawling around and had asked if that's how he always traveled. He had told her about his previous leg braces that had been lost at sea and she had ordered a new pair be made from the finest velarion steel. Both Ivar and Hvitserk had been shocked at her generosity and friendliness. But they both had come to know that this was the way they were. The only time they were anything but was in the face of a threat it seemed.

Everyone was loaded and ready to set sail. Except Ivar and Hvitserk. The two had been given an opportunity they couldn't pass up. And that was to travel on the backs of Dragons. They had gladly put Floki in charge of the boats and had stayed on land as they set sail. They watched Daemon and the Velaryon siblings say their farewells to Rhaenyra, who wouldn't be joining as someone needed to stay in Dragonstone before they began the walk to the dragon pits.

The dragon pits were warm and dark. The grumbles of the Dragons filling the silence. The brothers watched as dragons were led out one by one on long chains, like loyal dogs. Watched as each rider mounted their respective dragon, as their chains removed and the beasts calmly walked from the pit and into the open salty air before they took flight. Before long it was their turn. Hvitserk would be riding with Lucerys. The youngest of the Velaryon children. He was skeptical at first, a child controlling that huge beast thousands of miles in the air? But he had watched the two interact and it was clear that not only did they have a bond, but his dragon, Arrax, was an extension of himself. So he climbed onto the dragon after the boy, stumbling a bit and struggling at first to pull himself up but once he did, Lucerys reached down to buckle Hvitserks legs into the saddle. He trusted Arrax. He didn't need them. They were off before they knew it. "SOVETES ARRAX!" And Arrax obeyed, climbing steadily into the sky, Hvitserk letting out a yell of surprise. And then it was Ivar and Saelerys turn. She mounted Centurion and settled herself before being handed both Ivars braces and his crutch, his weapons and sheild having been already attached to Centurion earlier. She moved to secure them tightly so they would even move as they flew. And then she made Centurion get on his belly before she leaned down and took Ivars hands in her own and pulled him up whilst the dragon masters pushed him up from his legs, carefully as to not break any bones. Once he was settled she strapped his legs into the saddle and ordered Centurion to fly. "SOVETES CENTURION!" And he did.

Ivar had never felt better in his life. The wind on his face and the slight jerking of the beasts body beneath him as it flew and swooped down so they were right over top of his viking ships. He looked down at them and caught Flokis eye as the man laughed like mad seeing Ivar flying. He'd never felt this free in his entire life.

King Harald didn't know what had hit him. They had come at night. And since Herald hadn't known he wad being marched against, he hadn't been prepared. The foot soldiers breeched the land first. And they fought majority of the soldiers that were sent out to meet them. But once the Dragons had revealed themselves, most of his men refused to fight, dropping their weapons and fleeing the dragon flame as it scorched the land as they flew overhead. King Herald himself had tried to flee. But Hvitserk had caught him before he had hit the Woodline. He was forced on his knees infront of Daemon, caraxes behind him. "You are the one that sent them to westeros?" He asked. He could see it register on Heralds face. "Hmm." Daemon hummed knowing his answer. "Tell me, did you send them knowing about us?" Herald glared into his eyes. "Yes." Ivar cursed and began to move forward but Saelerys placed a hand on his shoulder. A silent warning. Let Daemon handle it. You will have your turn. He swallowed hard but stayed still. "And what did you hope would happen?" "They would do the work to conquer westeros and I'd wipe them out and take it for myself, or they'd be roasted. Either way they would be out of my way." He spit. Daemon laughed. "And how did that work out for you eh?" Herald said nothing as Daemon backed away. "Hes all yours. He's not worth my dragons breath." He said. Hvitserk dragged him up and between two posts in the ground and began tying his arms and legs to each post.

"So that is called a blood eagle?" Saelerys asked Ivar curiously from her spot standing next to him, watching the punishment. "Yes. It is because with his lungs pulled out that way he looks as if he has eagle wings." He explained. She nodded. "I see." He turned to her. She was quite beautiful. With her silver hair and Lilac eyes, Pale Skin and full lips. But he was a cripple. No one that beautiful and powerful could ever love someone like him. He'd heard it all his life. So he put his walls back up.

After a few nights in camp they decided to make their way back to Kattegat. And the Targaryens decided to follow. "When in strange lands.." Daemon had said. Ivar had once again decided to travel on Dragon, loving the feeling of freedom. But Hvitserk had decided to go by boat, citing that it wasn't for him. And by the look of his green face when they'd landed the first time he had to agree. He could see the crowd waiting up ahead on the docks as their ships docked first with the targaryen ships docking last.

Hvitserk was met by his mother as he stepped off the ship and onto the docks of kattegat. She immediately embraced him, having been worried about him as she'd dreamt of him and Ivar fighting and dragons. She thought the dragons had been a symbolic imagery. That is until: "where is Ivar Hvitserk?" She asked worried because she didn't see him anywhere. He pointed up "up there." She wanted to question it more when everyone around her began yelling and fleeing as giant shadows dwarfed the docks. She looked up. And to her shock not only where the dragons real, but there was her crippled son on the back of one them. And he seemed to be having the time of his life.

Some of the Vikings helped Ivar dismount the dragon, as Saelerys began to unpack his braces and crutch. Once he was set on the ground, she haded the braces to him and watched him quickly attach them. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up, handing him the crutch. He towered over her when he was upright. But she didn't mind. She turned and unpacked his sheild and axe and held them as he turned to greet his mother. "Ivar! I was so worried!" She embraced him immediately. "I am fine mother. Saelerys has ensured it." His mother gave him a questioning look and he gestured to the woman behind him, muttering to the dragon. She observed the girl. She was unusual. They all were. The targaryens. With their silver hair, Lilac eyes, and pale skin. But also because of their ability to tame dragons. She had respect for them. She admired them. And she owed them. For bringing back her sons safe and sound. For not killing them when they had the chance. For helping her sons exact revenge against Herald for his betrayal. "Please. Stay and feast with us tonight. We must celebrate." She said sincerely and Daemon inclined his head in agreement.

Saelerys had been amused with how the vikings celebrated. She had watched them drink and dance and carry on. It was so very free. Not at all like the stuffy balls the royalty and nobility of westeros held. But she had left a few minutes ago to get some air. So here she was on the beach, listening to the water lap at the sands in thought. But she was joined by someone else and as she heard the sound of the crutch hitting the sand, she knew it was Ivar. "Are you not enjoying yourself?" "I am. I just needed to get away for a minute to think." He studied her. She looked glorious in the moonlight. "Why did you not go off with some girl like your brothers?" She asked and he tensed. "I'm a cripple." He said like it was obvious, with an edge in his voice. She looked at him. "So?" He furrowed his brows. "So women do not want to be seen with a cripple." She frowned. "Thats a stupid reason." He widened his eyes. "Don't tell me your people are so fickle?" She asked seeing his surprise. "You are just as good as any other warrior if not better. I do not understand..?" She said. "I cant exactly please a woman.." He said quietly. "Oh. Well that is no matter. You do not need such an appendage to please a woman. There are plenty of other ways." She supplied like it was common knowledge and he knew in that moment that he was in love with her. "I-" He closed his mouth in shock. "Im sorry I shouldn't speak so vulgar. Forgive me Ivar." "No. It's alright. You are right." She smiled and turned back to the moon. They were silent for a moment before "Would you like me to show you?" Yes. He very much would.

The next morning saw the two of them much closer than usual which raised suspicions in everyone around them. And no one said anything until Ivar began to smile. A genuine smile at something she said. "Alright! What is going on?" Hvitserk asked the two of them, dropping his spoon. And everyone turned to them. Saelerys turned red and Ivar shrugged. "We have decided to court one another." Daemon snorted and Aslaug smiled. Hvitserk looked at the two of them with an open mouth in shock. No one said a word. And then "So...who's gonna tell your mother?" It would indeed be Daemon who would tell Rhaenyra why her daughter had not returned to Dragonstone with everyone else.

The sister •Ivar The Boneless•

Ivar walked side by side with Katia through the markets of Kiev silently as she smiled and greeted each and every merchant she passed with her breathtaking smile. He had been obsessed with her from the moment he'd laid his eyes on her. She looked exactly like Freydis had. But there was a clear difference. Where there was manipulation and obsession in Freydis, there was Geniune love and admiration in Katia. She told him the truth always. Even when it was something he didn't want to hear. And whilst he knew that Katia did not love him, she'd told him so on many occasions, she did treat him with such. And it only kept him captivated with her. And whilst Oleg was annoyed with Ivar's attentions to his wife, he was also a wise man and knew that it only kept him by his side. So he allowed it begrudgingly. And Katia enjoyed Ivar's touch and love. It was gentle and all consuming. Unlike Oleg's rough taking whenever and wherever he'd like. He treated Katia like property and a means to and end. Ivar treated her like a Goddess and worshipped the very land she walked on. So she was a selfish creature who continued to indulge. But as they rounded the corner into the town square, her eyes zeroed in on the two figures in the middle of the crowd surrounding them, swords clashing as they tangled themselves in mock battle. She stopped frozen in shock and Ivar only furrowed his brows as he stopped beside her. "Something the matter?" He asked. She took a deep breath and composed herself quickly, that serene smile finding its home back on her face. "No. No. Just surprised as all." She said still watching the two figures as the small one ducked under the larger ones sword at the last moment and swept their foot under the others, sending them flying into the dirt with a yell of pain and sending their sword flying out of reach. the small one pounced onto their opponents back, holding a dagger to the large ones throat and muttering something quickly causing them to cry out as their head was yanked back by the hair so the dagger had a clear place to rest at their throat. "I yield!" The small one let go roughly and jumped up, grabbing the discarded sword and sheathing it quickly as the gathered crowd cheered loudly. "You know them?" Katia gave him a coy look before making her way over to them. He followed after, the thumping of his crutch alerting the crowd who quickly parted for the two. "Sister!" Katia greeted happily and threw her arms around the woman who tensed under the touch as if it personally burned her. "Katia." She said stiffly. Katia only giggled as she pulled away. "Im sorry. I forgot you do not like to be embraced. It's been such a long time." The woman only gave a stiff nod and eyed Ivar who stood side by side with Katia as her equal. "This is Ivar Ragnarsson. He is Oleg's special guest here in Kiev." She said placing a gentle hand on Ivar's arm which made him blush instantly. The woman narrowed her eyes at the action and gave him a stiff nod as well. "Ivar, this is my little sister Tatiana." He nodded back at her studying her. She was Lithe and muscled slightly. Still nothing like the sheildmaidens back home. She was quite small and short. Her hair was raven black like Katia's but as the sun shined on it, it had almost a blue hue to it, her eyes were a Grey like a winter sky, rather than blue like Katia's and she had a wary air about her. As if always on alert. She was truly like nothing he'd ever seen before. And he could feel a stirring of something within him.

As Ivar walked with Igor to the great hall for dinner, the boy talked with his puppets about anything and everything and Ivar laughed along with him at his impression of Oleg. But the puppets were quickly forgotten once they turned the corner and Igor spotted Tatiana. He threw them down and ran towards her with vigor. "TATI!" He yelled as he barreled into her at high speed causing her to grunt. He wrapped his arms around her middle and crushed himself to her despite them almost being the same height. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Igor." She said softly. "I missed you!" The boy whined, almost sniffling as the fat tears rolled down his cheeks. "Shh. You're alright Igor. I'm here. And I've missed you too." She said soothingly. Ivar watched the two of them with a softeness in his eyes. He loved Igor as a son. And seeing him so affected by someone else was heartening to him. Igor had been stuck to him since they'd met. He'd been the only one the boy felt comfortable with. The only one he said he'd loved. And now he had someone else on his side. And Ivar was happy for the boy. It was clear he could trust Tatiana. And he debated telling Tatiana his plan now that he was witnessing what he was seeing. He tensed as Oleg entered and sneered at the scene. "Sit down boy! And stop your sniveling! You are a man! Act like one!" He shouted loudly. Which only caused Igors sniffles to turn to sobs as he clutched at Tatiana even harder. Which sent Oleg into a rage. He stormed over with his hand raised as to hit Igor but before Ivar could open his mouth, Igor was behind Tatiana, who's sword was now out and held to Olegs throat as he glared down into her eyes and swallowed thickly. Katia stood in the corner and watched the two of them face off with a look of worry on her face. She and Ivar locked eyes for only a few seconds in which she silently asked him to intervene. He took a step forward and Igor rushed to him, clutching onto his arm not holding his crutch, like it was a lifeline. "You dare to disrespect me in my own home Tatiana Volkov?" He spit. A smirk passed over the woman's lips. "I do. Oleg of Kiev. You will not touch another hair on that boys head as long as I live." "Things can be arranged." Oleg said nastily. Ivar quickly cleared his throat and Oleg backed up still eyeing the woman. She sheathed her sword and gave him one last glare before turning and stalking from the room. Oleg then turned his rage filled eyes towards Ivar and Igor. "Come. Dinner is served." He proclaimed before sitting down at the table. It was another moment before anyone else dared to move.

He watched her cut down man after man on the battle field with vigor, never slowing, never tiring, as if it was the easiest thing she'd ever been tasked with. If her steel armor did anything to slow her down, she didn't show it. She moved as if it weighed nothing even though he knew it was hefty and knew even the strongest of his men would complain about the load on their bodies. Blood ran down the shiny surfaces like rain dribbling off the leaves of the trees, only leaving a slight discoloration behind. Her black hair flew in the air with every move and force of strike from its high ponytail, the hair on the top of her scalp braided in to two wave like patterns, disappearing beneath the leather strap that held the rest of the straight and loose hair together as it spilled down her back. No one dared to come near Ivar on the battlefield, giving him a wide berth and choosing to fight his allies instead. A few brave men would approach and be quickly dispatched from the land of the living. Oleg was losing. And quickly. Anyone with eyes could see that. And the coward he was, he refused to fight with his army, preferring instead to sit upon his horse on top of a hill and watch the battle instead. And he could tell the man was not happy at all. It wasnt long before three horns in quick sucession were blown. The call to retreat. And the fighting ubruplty stopped, what was left of the Rus army retreating back the way they came. This time when he looked back at Tatiana, their eyes met. They regarded each other silently before Tatiana nodded at him and moved to disappear into their own army of men. She was truly a valkyrie.

That night when they'd come to the gates of Kiev, they were met with a single soldier. Swords were drawn but the man simply opened the gate and welcomed the army into their walls. His guard was up and so was Tatiana's. The two of them leading the army into the town's square where people were gathered and looking up at a tower to where Oleg stood, drunk and delivering a speech about God and loving thy neighbor. He scoffed loudly and Tatiana tightened her hold on her sword. Igor stepped beside the two of them and looked up at his uncle and his oppressor with a look of fear. Ivar handed him a bow and arrow after seeing it. "Its time for you to stop being a cripple. Eliminate that which holds you back." He said. Igor notched the bow and pulled the string back, suddenly calm. Oleg caught sight of him and called out. "NO! Igor! Not you!" But Igor only took a deep breath to steady himself and muttered "I am sorry." Before letting the arrow fly. It whizzed through the air and hit its Target, Olegs heart. And they watched as he gasped before collapsing. Tatiana gripped the boys shoulder in comfort and Ivar patted his back. Between the two of them, he stood strong and tall.

Katia watched the two of them from across the hall. Laughing and telling eachother tales of battle and drinking deeply from silver goblets of wine and ale. She smiled. She couldn't be happier seeing the two of them as close as they had become. She settled a hand on her belly as she observed. She would be taking over Olegs responsibility of ruling as regent as Igor was still too young to take his rightful place. And she was carrying an heir. Not Oleg's. No. Ivar's. And whilst she knew this would complicate things for her his and her sisters budding relationship, she would be honest with the both of them about what this meant. It didn't change anything for her and Ivar's relationship. It had been a convenient one. One of pleasure and admiration and nothing more. And whilst she would make sure everyone knew this child was Ivar's and that her child knew who their father was, she didn't want anything deeper with him. They did not love eachother. And she did not want another forced relationship like she'd had with Oleg. And she also didn't want to ruin her sisters happiness. Not when she'd finally found it after so long of being miserable and mistrusting. No. She would make her intentions very clear and hope it would not ruin anything. Because Katia didn't lie. And she wouldn't start now.

"Why are you both leaving me?! I don't understand!" Igor yelled as tears rolled down his face. Tatiana softly grabbed his cheeks and wiped them away as they fell. "It won't be forever little moon. We will come back. But there are things that Ivar and his brother must take care of and he's asked me to help them. Should I abandon them in their time of need?" She asked quietly. He sniffled and shook his head. "Then I must go." He shuddered as quiet sobs wracked him. "Swear to me!" He demanded. "Swear it on your sword!" She nodded to him "I swear it on my sword that I will return to you. We will return to you little moon." He crushed himself to her and she kissed his head as he soaked her dress with his tears. She looked at Ivar over his head with sadness and he returned a sad smile. It had to be done. No matter how much it was destroying them inside to leave.

It was done. Kattegat was won back. But Ivar The Boneless would not be the one sitting on the Throne. Hvitserk Ragnarsson would. Ivar The Boneless had been killed in the battle along with his wife Tatiana. Atleast that is what everyone thought. Should anyone dig up their graves in the English countryside, they would be empty. A ploy. And if anyone had looked close enough during the burial ceremony, they would've seen the knowing smile on King Alfred's face, small, but there as the night before he'd helped to smuggle the two out of England and back on their way to the Rus. He bowed his head in prayer as a sacrifice was made to the pagan gods. But he prayed for their safe return to where they would now call home. Not to the place they called Valhalla.

Igor raced out of the castle and towards Ivar and Tatianna as they dismounted their horse, her helping him to the ground and to steady himself. She barely turned when a force barreled into her at full force, nearly knocking her to the ground. She grunted loudly as she was clutched to a taller Igor. "You've gotten taller little moon." She said as she embraced him. He was nearly taller than her now at age 13. He only clutched her tighter to him. Ivar snorted from behind them. "What am I? Fish guts?" He jokingly taunted. Igor released her and immediately slammed into Ivar, Causing his knees to buckle slightly and he gripped the crutch tightly to keep himself from falling. He laughed and wrapped his free arm around the boys shoulders. "I've missed you both." Igor whispered. "We've missed you too, son." He said softly. Igor snapped his head up and looked at him with awe. "You mean it?!" He asked. "If you'll have us." Ivar replied with a smile. "Of course!" Igor replied squeezing Ivar tighter "Father." And then looking over to Tatiana. "Mother." She teared up happily for the first time in a very long time. "Come on you two. It's cold. Let's go inside. Don't want to catch our deaths hmm?" She asked. Igor let go of Ivar and began to lead them into the castle, talking happily and animatedly about everything they missed whilst they were gone. Ivar entwined their hands as they walked side by side behind Igor into their new and final home. "Oh and Katia will be happy to see you both! Alexei has been quite the handful! He's always into something!" Igor sprouted off. Tatianna snorted and looked to Ivar. "Hes definitely your son then!" Ivar raised a brow. "I would expect nothing less from any son of mine. Look at Igor." They both smiled and Igor turned to both of them with a grin that could rival the sun's rays. Yes. They were both home.

Told You

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 2431

Warnings: mature language, explicit sexual content.

Groans and cries boomed throughout the hut, a woman begging for more as a man encouraged her to take it like a 'good girl'. The sounds from Ivar's room were pure filth, the splintering of the wooden bed accompanied by a shriek to Odin. Yet, the room's typical tenant sat outside the door, gritting his teeth with blue eyes ablaze.

Footsteps approached, the noise getting closer and closer, but the man did not shift from his twitchy state, back against the cold wall and legs spread uselessly in front of him. "Ivar Lothbrok, you dirty pervert!" Elli bellowed, appearing before the young prince, shocking him from his murderous stupor. "Listening to your brother as he makes love to his woman! Absolutely shameful!" She chided, taking a seat beside him, their shoulders brushing.

Ivar listened to the constant swearing and whining behind the door, shaking his head. "Nothing about that sounds like love," He snorted. "Besides, where am I to go? My room is clearly occupied." He tapped the closed door, but no response came.

Rolling her eyes, Elli shoved her friend's shoulder, leaning in close. "Why not find your own woman and take her to Hvitserk's room for a bit of revenge?" Elli whispered, giggling at her master plan, ignoring his blank face.

The pair had been friends since childhood, with Elli being the only juvenile to overlook Ivar's legs and persevere through his temper tantrums. Although Elli did not enjoy the activities Ivar did, war and violence, they grew to be inseparable, the girl all but adopted into the Ragnarsson family and adored by all of Kattegat. While Ivar was a scorching wildfire, prepared to obliterate everything in his path, Elli was the morning sea, gentle and welcoming.

Clapping his hands, Ivar exhaled. "Oh, my innocent Elli, your master plan is flawless." The sarcasm flowed from his tongue. Holding up one figure, he wagged it in front of her tracking eyes before tapping her cold nose, jostling her. "The problem, however, is that I cannot have a woman." He spat.

Elli's face twisted, her lips pursed and nose scrunched. "What do you m– oh…" Her face dropped. Ivar clenched his jaw, humming and averting his eyes away from her. "Surely that is not the case!" She exclaimed, grabbing Ivar's chin and forcing his downcast eyes to meet her bright ones. Pulling out of her grip, Ivar sent her a pointed glare. Elli just shrugged. "Well, were you relaxed?"

"Of course, I was." He declared, finding the filthy floor more interesting than her raised brow. Rolling his eyes, Ivar sighed. "No," he grumbled, flicking dirt off his trousers.

Elli cheered, throwing her arms in the air. "That is your problem! You need to find somebody you can be comfortable around." She tutted. "You are far too concerned about how people will perceive your legs to relax in a situation like that; fear will scare your manhood away!"

Ivar choked. "And how would you know anything about that?!" he demanded, wondering what experience his angelic friend had and how he didn't know about it.  

Elli huffed, crossing her arms. "I listen to woman talk, Ivar."

Clearing his throat, Ivar accepted her answer and moved on, yet it continued to dwell in his mind. "Where do you suggest I find someone like that? In case you have forgotten, I am not close with many people."

Elli paused, observing Ivar's dejected frame, before shrugging. "Well, why don't we just do it together?"

Suddenly, the obnoxious noises from Ivar's room faded into the background. A ringing echoed in his ears, and he could feel the blood drain from his face, his hands becoming sweaty. Licking his lips, Ivar stuttered, "Ar–are you sure? This cannot be taken back."

Elli smiled softly. "Yes, but doing it with you makes sense. I want this to happen." She stated plainly, ignoring the rapid blinking of the Ragnarsson beside her. Standing up, Elli brushed off the dust from her dress and began to walk away. Realising the cripple had not started to follow her, she paused, turning back to see his gobsmacked face. "Well, are you coming or not?" She questioned. Elli did not wait for his response as she sauntered away, but the tell-tale sound of rapid dragging followed her footsteps.

†

Laying back on the bed, the woollen fleece itched and irritated his bare skin, but he ignored it in favour of staring at the woman perched on top of him, naked as the day she was born. Her trembling thighs rested atop of his, the silence surrounding them.

The two gawked at each other, the flickering fire illuminating their bodies and casting shadows around the room. Exhaling, Ivar lay there, not touching her. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He muttered, his hands twitching by his sides, desperate to touch her. Swallowing heavily, Elli nodded rapidly. Ivar chuckled lowly, his quaking hand trailing up her soft thigh, causing the woman to shudder. "I need to hear your words, Elli."

Elli leant down, her hair covering her bare breasts as she rested her hands on his shoulders. "I want this, Ivar," she rasped. "I want you."

Nodding to himself, Ivar saw the honesty glistening in her eyes. Licking his lips, the young prince pushed onto his forearms, bringing his face close to hers.

Elli could feel his rushed breath on her face and shuddered, worried he could hear the hurried beating of her heart. Leaning down, the young woman closed her eyes as their lips met. It was a firm but gentle kiss, unsure and tentative. Yet, it was comfortable... right. As the pair grew more confident, Ivar's shaking hand left her thigh and moved to her waist, gripping her tightly. His hand blindly reached up and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her close, their bodies pressed against one another in a warm embrace.

Elli's toes curled; his face grasped between her hands. She wanted more. She needed it. Instinctually, her body ground down on him, searching for relief. Ivar pulled away with a groan, throwing his head back. Elli did not let go of his face, but her eyes widened. Between her damp folds rested a hard, rigid penis. Raising a brow, she carefully rolled her hips. "Elli!" He moaned.

Elli smirked as Ivar paused, huffing and puffing. His eyes were blown wide, staring at the dim ceiling as he realised what had happened, what he thought would never happen. He had an erection.

As Ivar lay there, stunned, Elli began trailing her way down his stomach, leaving kisses and nibbles as a footprint of her path, licking stripes in the dips of his abdomen as roads. Ivar was knocked out of his daze and let out unsteady breaths as Elli became face-to-face with Ivar's member. It was engorged and larger than she had expected, a pretty pink tip atop a thick, veiny cock. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs.

Taking a deep breath, Elli leant down, running the flat of her tongue across his leaking tip. Ivar squirmed, hissing in pleasure. However, groans and gasps followed as Elli's tongue explored his throbbing length, stroking and sucking with her wet mouth, paying special attention to the thick vein that ran up his cock.

Elli rubbed her thighs together as her hand joined her mouth, her thumb caressing a slow circle around the head as she took languid, long strokes with her tongue, making his hips jerk and twitch.

Nodding to herself, Elli finally took Ivar's member in her mouth, both of them whimpering at the feeling. Ivar's head fell back, his parted mouth hung open, and eyes screwed shut as Elli's warm, wet mouth moved up and down his shaft. Elli tried to take all of him in her mouth but could not, gagging due to his considerable size, so her hand aided her, pumping up and down as she swirled her tongue around him.

Ivar cursed above her, digging his fingers into the damp fleece as grunts and shaky breaths emitted from him. Sneaking a glance down at Elli, he whimpered, seeing wide pupils already locked on him. The sight of her beautiful lips wrapped around his throbbing cock drove him wild. "Fuck," he groaned.  

Yet, he swallowed the whine that threatened to escape him when she pulled away, a line of saliva still attached to his cock connecting to her mouth. Yet, a moan erupts when Elli begins to softly tug at his penis, rubbing it up and down. "I want to ride you now…" Elli whispered, eyes intently watching Ivar's reactions, how he whined and ground his hips in search of release; it made wetness drip from her folds and onto the bed.

Clearing his throat, Ivar stared into her eyes. "Well, if you are sure, what are you waiting for?"

Without another word, Elli climbed on Ivar, her body moving up his thighs, causing Ivar to bite his lip as he felt her moistness drag against him. Pushing her hips flush against his, Elli began to grind, circling her hips back and forth, searching for friction. The pair mewled, pawing at each other as she guided his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. As Elli ground on Ivar's cock, it nudged her clit every time, making her whimper and whine. The sound was intoxicating to Ivar. He reached up, gripping at her chest, tweaking one of her nipples and taking the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue.

Rasping, Elli reached down between them and grasped his dick, propping herself up and preparing to sink down on it. "Wait, wait..." Ivar whispered against her breast, holding her hips in place. "Are you sure?" Icy blue eyes peered up at her, a vulnerability in them that Elli had never seen before.

"Of course, I am sure." Elli declared as she sank down on Ivar's cock. Elli cried, for although she was wet and wanting, she had never been penetrated before, so an intense burning overtook her. However, Ivar had never felt something so tight, so warm wrapped around him. He wanted to thrust, chase that feeling, yet seeing tears leaking from Elli's eyes made him pause.

"No, no..." Ivar brushed the tears away, Elli sniffling as he grasped her face between his hands. He caressed her cheek, leaving kisses. "This will pass." He promised.

A watery chuckle left Elli. "And how do you know this?"

Smirking, Ivar trailed a hand up Elli's quivering thigh. "While you listen to women talk..." His hand etched closer to her sex, where he was still paused deep within her. "I listen to men talk."

A keening moan escaped her lips, high-pitched and breathless, as Ivar's thumb pressed on her clit. Rolling his fingers around, Elli quivered and squirmed. Slowly, Ivar moved his hips in time, matching her pace and never quicker. Soon, with patience and passion, the burn faded into a pleasurable stretch.

Elli pushed Ivar back onto the bed, removing his hand from her clit. Holding his shoulders, Elli began to bounce up and down, using his shoulders as an anchor to help her thighs, unsure with the new movement. The two friends locked eyes as Ivar lifted his glistening hand to his mouth, licking the moisture from in and around his fingers. Sighing, Ivar relished in the tangy taste, spurring him on and began to pound into her, grunting at the exertion and the feeling.

"Oh, Ivar," she whimpered, throwing her head back and exposing her glistening chest as she rocked her hips, chasing a feeling she had never felt before.

Ivar's hands kneaded her thighs, encouraging her to meet his fast pace as he pounded into her from below. "You're doing such a good job, Elli." He praised, grinding his throbbing erection deep inside her, loving how she mewled and bounced faster at his approval.

"Ivar, I– Ivar, I can't…" Her thighs burned, the steady up-and-down motion slowing as her legs trembled. She sobbed, her trembling fingers tracing her clammy abdomen and clutching her breasts, twisting her stiff nipples and whimpering.

Growling, Ivar released his bruising grip from the supple flesh of her hips. Grasping the back of her clammy neck, Ivar jerked her close, dragging their bare chests together as he latched onto the delicate skin of her throat, littering kisses and bruises. His cock slammed into her soaking core, squelching reverberating off the walls as Elli squealed. Her quivering arms collapsed, and she lay flat on Ivar, mumbling nonsense as Ivar huffed into her ear. "Fuck, you are such a good girl. Taking all of me so good," he babbled, licking a long stroke up her salty neck, his hips never slowing.  

Tears welled in Elli's eyes as she reached a shaking hand between their sticky bodies to rub her throbbing clit. Weeping in relief, Elli moved her slim fingers furiously, feeling something building in her lower belly, setting every nerve in her body on fire.

Eyes locked on Elli's movements, her fingers drumming fast and her wetness leaking onto his shaking thighs, Ivar groaned. Tilting his hips off the bed, Ivar ploughed into Elli, gripping her wild hair and forcing her lips on his, their tongues dancing. "fuck–fuck–FUCK IVAR!" Elli screamed, the coil that had built inside of her finally snapping. Her pussy tingled, gushing wetness all over Ivar's pounding cock. Collapsing on top of the young Prince, Elli saw stars, her body twitching in the aftermath. Feeling her completion, tugging, and milking Ivar's solid erection, Ivar roared, his seed coating her convulsing inner walls. Elli mewled at the feeling, her cunt squeezing him, draining him of every last drop.

Sticky and sweaty, the young pair struggled to catch their breath, huffing and puffing.

While Elli was dazed, her body still quivering with aftershocks, Ivar stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. His hands stroked up her saturated back as he struggled to find words. Blinking away tears, the prince gazed down at his only friend. Shaking his head, Ivar planted a solid kiss on the forehead, wrapping his arms around her. Sighing, Elli snuggled into his muscular arms.

"Told you." Elli croaked, her throat dry and voice muffled in Ivar's grip.

Ivar just laughed, throwing his head back against the pillows. "Yes, my not-so-innocent Elli, you were correct." Stroking her cheek, Ivar raised her droopy head and was greeted with a lazy smile. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

Giggling, Elli pouted her lips, too weak to lift herself up. Leaning down towards Elli, Ivar barely met her lips when the door was flung open, slamming against the wall with a bang! "OH MY FUCKING ODIN!" Hvitserk yelled, shirt torn open, and jaw dropped.

Not Today, My Prince

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 2222

Warnings: Mature language, sexual content

The raid was a complete success, and the festivities continued in Kattegat, with throngs of locals joining the Viking’s celebrations, trying to catch a glimpse of the victorious men. The music was booming, and the drinks flowed like liquid gold as Lottie sat with the Ragnarsson brothers, perched between Sigurd and Ubbe, while Ivar and Hvitserk sat across from them.

Lottie squealed, the atmosphere infecting her being. “What a raid, boys! The Ragnarsson name is truly becoming something of legend.” She praised, raising her mead in a toast.

The boys let out their cheers, raising their cups in agreement. As the men clinked their cups, Sigurd threw an arm around Lottie, alcohol and adrenaline pumping through his veins. “It was incredible out there! We could not be stopped!” He cried, his arm tightening around Lottie’s shoulders.

Lifting his drink to his mouth, Ivar froze as his icy eyes flickered to the action, taking a swig from his cup with a clenched jaw. “Yes, it was fucking incredible.” Ubbe and Hvitserk grinned at each other, sipping their drinks slowly.

Clearing his throat, Ubbe leant in close, encouraging the others to huddle in. “We would’ve been better if somebody could throw an axe,” Ubbe whispered with a smirk, peeking up at his brothers.

The group sniggered amongst themselves until Hvitserk paused. A frown on his face, he pushed Ubbe hard enough to knock him off his chair. “Oh, fuck off! My hand slipped!” Everyone laughed; even Ivar let out a chuckle as Ubbe dusted himself off the floor, shrugging with a smile.

Lottie’s laugh was contagious, a melody that echoed within your head, and Ivar couldn’t look away from her. Her eyes danced with flames and her smile glowed brighter than it. She was a sight to behold.

Noticing Ivar’s stare, Sigurd rolled his eyes. “You still chasing after my girl, Ivar?” he drawled, his speech slurred as he dropped his empty cup to the floor. Ivar snapped out of his daydream and glared at his smug brother.

Noticing the tension grow, Lottie shook Sigurd’s arm off her shoulders. “I’m not your girl anymore, Sigurd,” she reminded him, but he hummed.

The atmosphere became stiff, and the people around the group quietened, their attention focused on Ivar and Sigurd, who locked gazes, neither one prepared to back down. Abruptly, Sigurd chuckled to himself. “You’ve probably imagined fucking her before if what I’ve heard from your room has anything to do with it,” he sneered, laughter sounding from the onlookers. However, his brothers didn’t snigger, and neither did Lottie. They all knew that this would end poorly.

Shaking her head, Lottie downed her drink. “Sigurd, that’s enough,” Lottie warned, glancing at a trembling Ivar, his hands clenched on the table, his veins rising to the surface.

Sigurd ignored her, leaning across the table into Ivar’s face, his breath reeking of mead and meat. “Imagine her lying bare on the bed before you, dripping wet because she needs you so badly.”

Hvitserk placed a hand on Ivar’s shoulder, whispering pleas for him to remain calm in his ear. Yet, Ivar shook off the hand with a snarl. “You better stop, brother,” Ivar growled, his face flushed.

“Her moans echoing all around you as her tight, little pussy wraps around your throbbing cock… it’s pure heaven, I’ll tell you that.” The once giggling crowd had gone silent as Lottie stared at Sigurd in disbelief, shocked he would speak of her in such a way, especially since she was beside him. “But guess what, Ivar? You will never experience this for yourself, as someone like her would never go for a boneless cripple like you.” Sigurd scoffed, waving his arm in his youngest brother’s direction. “You can’t even get it to work anyway.”

Ivar launched himself out of his seat, only being pulled back by Hvitserk and Ubbe before he could wrap his hands around his older brother’s neck and squeeze the life from him. “Don’t you dare speak about her like that, you piece of fucking shit!”

Sigurd just laughed and stumbled away, collecting his empty cup off the floor and ignoring a screaming Ivar and a frustrated Lottie.

†

The obnoxious celebrations and sloshed partygoers were doing nothing for Lottie’s thumping headache. Sigurd was out of line with how he spoke to Ivar and talked about her. As much as she wanted to leave this place and forget this horrid night, she needed to make sure Ivar was okay.

Putting her ear to the closed door of Ivar’s room, and not hearing the tell-tale noises of swearing and smashing, Lottie knew it was safe to enter. Tip-toeing into the room, Lottie raised a brow as she found a shirtless Ivar perched on the end of his bed, head in his hands, tense and trembling.

Hearing her tentative footsteps, wide electric blue eyes met her concerned ones, his body slumping slightly. “Lottie, what are you doing in here?”

Lottie shrugged, a gentle smile decorating her face. “Thought that I would come and find you… talk to you about what happened out there.” She mumbled, twiddling her fingers as she watched the cripple stiffen again.

Ivar shook his head, a scowl on his lips. “It is not you who needs to worry about it. Sigurd was a prick; he should not have said that about you. Ever.” He spat, making Lottie giggle.

“No arguments from me.” She huffed, plopping down on the bed beside him, a creak echoing in the room.

The two stared ahead of them, saying nothing, until Ivar sighed, pushing his braids out of his face. He bit his lip, ripping the sensitive skin as his fingers drummed on the bed. “You know it’s true, right?” He whispered, staring at the flicking fire in the corner of his room as if the flames would engulf him at any moment.

The hairs on her neck stood tall as she raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the worried Prince. “What’s true?” Lottie questioned, her breath unsteady.

Ivar’s leg was twitching as he bounced it up and down, his eyes locked on the blaze, afraid to look at the woman beside him. “That I admire you…” He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “Well, ‘admire’ is a weak term. I’m in love with you!” He rambled so fast Lottie could barely understand the maddening man.

“Slow down, Viking!” Lottie laughed, a hand landing on Ivar’s trembling leg, causing his eyes to widen. “But yes, I knew this was true.” She admitted, giving him a cheeky grin.

Ivar froze as if ice water had drenched him from head to toe. “For fuck sakes… seriously? It was that obvious?” He groaned, pulling the ends of his hair.

Lottie giggled. “Besides the fact that you stare at me anytime I am close, you have a guard ‘secretly’ supervise me at all times, and you slaughter any man that dares approach me… yes, Ivar, you are kind of obvious.” 

Lottie tilted her head, hair draping down her back as she observed the crestfallen Ragnarrson, who had thrown himself down on the bed beside her, covering his icy eyes. Besides the dull cheering ringing from behind the closed door, silence filled the room. Sitting up straight, Lottie cleared her throat. “So, if we’re spilling secrets, I should probably admit mine.”

Ivar refused to uncover his face. “You have a secret?” She hummed in reply, staring at Ivar with a grin he could not see. A harsh breath escaped him. “Well, what is it? It could not be more embarrassing than my ‘not-so-secret’ secret.” He snorted.

“I think you’re pretty cute.” The man shot straight up, wide saucers for eyes as he gazed at Lottie. She admitted, her grin becoming a broad smile at Ivar’s reaction.

“Are you fucking with me?” Ivar whispered, his jaw dropping low.

Laughing, Lottie shook her head. “No, I’m not fucking with you.” She stated, standing up in front of him, nudging his useless legs apart so she could position herself between them. Ivar choked on air. “I’ve thought you were pretty cute for a while now, but seeing you stand up to Sigurd, getting all angry…” She sighed, shaking her head. “It was sexy.”

She was entrancing him like she always had, but hearing Lottie confess her attraction for him aroused Ivar like nothing had before. His dreams were coming to life before his very eyes.

Her soft hands rested on his bare, shuddering shoulders, feeling them relax under her tender stroking. “And it turned me on…” She paused, contemplating as she stared into his foggy, blue eyes as if searching for an answer. “I want us to fuck, Ivar. I want you buried inside me while I scream your name.”

“Am I dreaming?” he whispered, gazing up as if Lottie was Freya, Goddess of Love and Death, preparing to claim him as her own.

Lottie straddled Ivar’s lap, pressing their bodies together, feeling their hearts beat in unison, hammering like Thor was striking them himself. “Not today, my Prince.”

She could feel his solid erection against her core, making her raise a brow as the rumours surrounding Ivar’s condition have always made her curious. Testing the waters, Lottie firmly ground her hips down in one smooth motion, making Ivar groan, throwing his head back with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, they snapped back open. The realisation that he could be aroused by a woman… by Lottie… was all-consuming. His lips began to tremble, and his jaw slackened. Ivar gazed at the smirking Lottie as if she held the sun and stars only for him. Letting out a deep huff, his hands gripped her hips as she continued her slow movements. “Fuck, Lottie.” He panted, pleasure overtaking all his senses as his head dropped against her stomach.

“Hey,” Lottie whispered, pulling his head back up. Ivar’s eyes were drooped in lust, pupils wholly dilated. “If I’m going to ride you, you will look at me while I do it.”

Ivar thrust up against her on instinct, her sultry words going straight to his throbbing dick.

Leaning down, Lottie placed her lips firmly on Ivar’s. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her flush against his bare chest, grinding up against her as he did. Lottie whined into his mouth, the dominant movement making wetness pool in her trousers. His hands roamed her thighs as their tongues swirled around each other. Lottie’s hands began to wonder, trailing down his broad frame to his cock, giving it a testing squeeze.

Ivar groaned, but pulled Lottie away, making her frown. “Okay, okay... We need to stop.” Ivar wheezed, his eyes avoiding hers as he looked to the ceiling.

Grabbing the Viking’s chin, Lottie stared Ivar dead in the eye. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She questioned, still huffing. “You are Ivar Lothbrok, correct? The man who’s been following me around like a puppy since we met?”

Ivar grumbled, lying back against the bed and covering his eyes. “I know, I know! This is literally my fucking wet dreams coming to life.” He growled, the noise going straight to her core.

Lottie’s thighs felt cold now without Ivar’s warm hands caressing her. “Then, what’s the issue here, Ivar?” She mumbled, confused beyond belief.  

Throwing his hands up in the air and slamming them down on the sheets, Ivar let out a yell. “Fucking Sigurd!”

Taken aback, Lottie rose an eyebrow at Ivar, her face forming a snarl. “Sigurd? Sigurd is why you won’t fuck me! Why are you even thinking about him when I’m straddling your hard-on? Desperate to fuck you!” She cried.

Ivar sat up on his forearms, a frown on his face as he looked at the girl of his dreams. “Because he has had you in ways I cannot, that I do not think I can.”

Lottie shook her head with a soft laugh, hair dangling before her eyes as her hands started to move over Ivar’s chest. “You are the object of my desire. You, your inner power, your fighting spirit is what I have craved for many years. I do not want, Sigurd. I want you.” She declared as Ivar’s hands unconsciously moved up her thighs again.

“Yes, but…”

Lottie cut him off. “No but’s.” Removing her hands from Ivar’s chest, Lottie moved up to her shirt, slipping it off her flushed skin. “Right now, it’s you and me.” Ivar was mesmerised once more as more of Lottie’s skin displayed. “There’s no Sigurd…” She whispered, throwing her shirt to the side, leaving her breasts bare before him, peaky nipples hard in the open air. “There’s no other Ragnarsson…” Ivar’s hands trailed up her warm stomach and cupped her chest, making her bite her lip. “It’s just you and me.”

Ivar nodded absently, his fingers circling her nipples as he held her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently. “Just you and me.”

“That’s right, Lothbrok,” Lottie smirked, reaching beneath her and stroking his erect member. “So, are we going to talk about Sigurd, or are you going to fuck me?” She squeezed him, locking eyes with Ivar, who was struggling to maintain eye contact with her bare breasts in front of his face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that the only man’s name you’ll ever be able to say is Ivar.”

The Pale Moonlight

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 875

Warnings: None

Laughter echoed in the distance as the men celebrated their latest battle, drinking mead and singing songs. The gleaming fire caused a dim glow to settle over the forest, illuminating the dancing shadows.

Sitting on an old tree stump, Ivar stared out into the forest, eyes hazy and shoulders hunched over in thought. Yet, his ears perked up, hearing the snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves. Glancing over his shoulder, he sat up straight as the cause of his headache appeared.

“What is wrong, young prince? Didn’t kill enough Christians for your liking?” Selene teased, a smile gracing her face as she leant against one of the many trees surrounding them.

Ivar chuckled, his head bowed low. “For a girl who criticises my love for bloodshed, you seem to enjoy making jokes about it.” His electric eyes lifted, a smirk decorating his face.

Selene scoffed, a hand waving away his response as she plopped down beside him. “I do not condone it, but if it makes you happy and stops you from injuring unsuspecting locals, who am I to complain?” She peered up at him, a twinkle in her eyes.

Ivar gave no reply, his smirk shifting into a frown. He just stared at her, unsure and unprepared.

Selene’s smile fell. “What is wrong?”

The Boneless grit his teeth, a hiss escaping. Rolling his head on his shoulders, he tried to shake off the fire in his veins as he looked away from her, unable to gaze into her shining eyes no longer.

Panic flared in Selene as she moved onto her knees, observing Ivar’s shaking form, tentatively touching his legs, “Have you injured yourself? Fallen off your horse? What is it?” She rambled, unaware that his piercing stare had returned to her.

“I want to choke the life from you.” He whispered. Selene stopped her movements, her mouth becoming dry as she slowly met his eyes, unconsciously leaning away from her friend. “I want you to understand how it feels to be afraid…” Ivar licked his lips, “Because this is how I feel whenever you are around.”

It was as if the only sounds to be heard in the forest were the quiet squawking of ravens, the distant celebrations, and the racing of teenage hearts.

“Ivar…” Selene trailed off, her gleaming eyes blown wide in the moonlight. “What do you mean?”

Ivar swallowed, the noise echoing within the forest. “You have…” his electric blue eyes avoided her, staring into the starry night sky. “Consumed my every thought. When you are away from me, I am concerned about your safety, your feelings. Has somebody harmed you? Made you cry?” His eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched by his sides. Selene could not speak. Her glistening eyes tracked Ivar’s frantic movements. “And when you are near me, it is worse! I cannot speak, for I fear that if I do, I will say the wrong thing, and you will leave!” He yelled, causing Selene to flinch. “See! I have done it already!” Ivar cried, lifting himself off the stump and beginning to crawl away.

Selene stumbled to her feet, tripping over loose leaves and sticks. “Ivar! Please!” She shouted. “You have not let me speak!” Ivar continued to ignore her, slithering into the shadows. “What if I told you I wanted to choke you too?” She called.

Ivar froze, wide eyes turning to face Selene with raised brows.

Selene’s face crinkled, her lips pursed. “Okay, that is not what I meant to say at all...” She sighed. Shrugging, she stepped closer to Ivar, slowly as if trying not to spook him. “I am afraid for you too. When you are on the battlefield, I cannot sit still! What if you have fallen off your chariot? Or even been killed? I just have to sit here and wait like some silly twit, waiting for you to return!” Selene had stopped looking at Ivar and was pacing. Now that her thoughts were in the open, she could not stop them. “And even when you aren’t on the battlefield, you concern me! What if it is too cold and your bones hurt? Or you are in pain and need silly jokes to lighten the mood?” Selene paused, staring at grey moon, seeking guidance. “But, how do I tell you I love you without losing you?”

Selene screamed; her body knocked to the dewy forest floor. Ivar hovered above her, breathing heavy and blue eyes glimmering. Odin had frozen time as the young pair gazed at each other, peering into the soul of the other. Ivar inched downwards, slow and uncertain. 

Rolling her eyes, Selene gripped the back of Ivar’s head and smashed their lips together. Their lips moved like two people dancing together for the first time, unpractised yet passionate. His arms ran up and down her sides as she played with his hair. It was not perfect, but it was right.

Pulling away with a huff, Ivar whispered, “I do not really wish to choke you.”

Selene nodded absentmindedly, staring at Ivar’s lips. “Good. Let’s just start with holding hands. Your odd kinks can come in later, hmm?” She grinned. Ivar shook his head with a chuckle, leaning back down to reclaim her lips in the pale moonlight.