Check Mate (Ivar x ChristianSlave!Reader)
A.N: I am so sorry that this request has taken forever @gimmemyrebelpie . I took a spin on your request!!! Hope its okay!!! I don’t know much about chess, so, sorry guys.
Summary: you were one of the many christian women that had been turned into a slave, even becoming Ivar’s personal slave. his feelings start to grow for the girl with a kind heart and the cross necklace.
You didn’t know how you had gotten so close to the harsh prince. His words were cold, and his hatred for Christians seemed ever so present. However, not when you were around.
Being a Christian in a world of sacrifice and Norse gods were beyond brutal. Finding the simple everyday tasks of being a ‘thrall’ was much harder. Having cups being thrown at you and even being sworn at in Norse, from what you gaged, was slander and pure prejudice.
Yet, the Ragnarsson with the blue eyes had been the kindest man you had met. Arriving on the boat to Kattegat, you had found the pagan side of the world was so much more different. Coming from a life being a baker’s daughter, slavery was something you had not wished.
But being Ivar’s thrall had been the most rewarding job, anger issues, and all, Ivar had been the comfort you needed. Only in private instances, of course, but these moments were a treasure. Massaging his legs and even helping him sleep some nights had been the most rewarding parts of your job, a job that did not result in payment but turmoil.
A Christian in Viking lands was almost grimaced upon as the people did not like your company, however, appreciated your presence as Ivar’s personal thrall. So that’s what you did. Sitting across from Ivar with a comfortable silence filling the air did the chessboard, and the chipped wood pieces make life as a thrall so much worth it.
“It is your turn.” Recognizing his words, you shift a knight piece parallel and a few spots from Ivar’s own king. Ivar’s finger pinched his chin as he pondered his next move, watching your own movements.
“How are your legs Ivar?” You say hushed, hoping to not draw attention to his crippling disease, to which Ivar nodded. Shiting his wooden piece diagonal across the board, nearing towards your own darkened piece.
Your status on the board was a few pieces behind Ivar’s own. You plotted your course, noticing the ever so clear path to winning, you wasted no time. Ivar’s king piece was in direct site, Ivar’s face was smug. He thought he had the upper hand. If only he knew your motives.
“Checkmate,” knocking over Ivar’s king piece and collecting it to add to your stash of pieces. Ivar’s eyes met yours, lifting in pure wonder and amazement. He was shocked, almost perplexed at your moves. Your thrall attire did not match the calculated woman behind them.
He made his mind. He wasn’t gonna waste his time, especially after having you by his side for so long, the one woman who had encouraged him. Despite his negative view of your religion - the cross necklace looked not so horrid anymore. Not with the women with a kind smile and shy demeanor.
Motioning to the thralls who had come through the door, panic at a request from the feared pagan prince. You were puzzled why he had not asked you for assistance, worried your win had upset him. Furrowing your eyebrows, you watched their interaction, only to find something you would have never expected.
“Get her some new clothes, this is now a free woman.”
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