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Secret Lover - Chapter 2 (Modern!Hvitserk x Reader)
Summary : The reader’s best friend is Hvitserk Lothbrock. They have known each other since their childhood. She is a photographer, he is vice-president with his brothers in the company of their father, the great Ragnar Lothbrock.
Her life is peaceful until the day she receives small attentions from a secret admirer. She doesn’t know who he is and tries to find out with the help of her best friend… But is he really who he says he is?
Warnings : None
Words : 1396
Chapter 2: Roses :
Your alarm on your phone rings and you come out of a delicious dream where you had a date with a man - you didn’t see his face in your dream. You grunt in frustration, gently open your eyes, and they land on your best friend who is lying next to you. Hvitserk is still sleeping peacefully. He looks like a baby - a big baby with a small mustache and goatee - you find him… touching.
After last night’s pizza and the movie, you went to bed, remembered anecdotes from your past childhood. You laughed so much that you fell out of bed which triggered a gigantic laugh between the two of you.
The cause: you related the time you made a joke to Ubbe and he ended up in his underpants in front of the whole family. You had hidden his clothes when he came out of his shower, he didn’t know that all the guests were already there, and he had chased you all over the mansion.
You get up to prepare breakfast - today you only have appointments with guests in the early afternoon, which gives you time to stroll home with Hvitserk for a while. You go to your kitchen and pour the coffee - its smell spreads all over your apartment - you make a few slices of bread for you and Hvitserk and then pour two glasses of orange juice and put it on a tray to take it to your room: a good breakfast in bed on a Tuesday morning!
You caress your sleeping friend’s cheek, he smiles after a few seconds of gentle caresses. “Hello, you,” he says in a groggy voice.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” you say with humor. ” Sleep well?“
"Like a baby. I didn’t remember your bed being so comfortable,” Hvitserk jokes.
“That’s because, until now, you’ve only been content with the sofa, which itself is very cozy too.” You laugh together, and then you say, “Your breakfast is served Mr. Lothbrock!”
You have breakfast in bed, in a quiet place, watching the sunrise from your bedroom window and then you go and take a shower. As for Hvitserk, he clears the tray and puts away the dishes. You get out of the shower dressed in jeans, a little black top, and your brown leather jacket.
You come out of your room and join your friend in the living room. "Wow honey, you look hot!” says Hvitserk almost choking with his saliva.
“Oh that’s nice, Hvitty,” you give him a big smile as a thank you.
Your intercom rings, you walk to your entrance to answer, and you pick up the receiver. “Yes, hello?”
“You are Miss Y/L/N, aren’t you? ” asks a man.
“Yes, of course, it’s me.” You nod.
“I have a delivery for you.”
“A delivery? But normally it’s to the studio that you have to deliver,” you exclaim. Indeed, you are waiting for a delivery, but you remember having given the right address. You are still thinking of a mistake with the billing address and the delivery address.
“Uh, no miss, this is an order to your home because these are flowers…” says the delivery man.
“Flowers? Ok, I’m coming.” You hang up the phone and throw yourself down the stairs to meet the delivery man, without saying a word to your friend who looks at you with amazed eyes.
When you get back to your apartment - a few minutes later - you have in your arms a bouquet of red roses. At a glance, there would be about thirty of them. Hvitserk points out that there is a card on the top of the bouquet. “Here, read this.” He hands you the card and you can read these words:
“May your day be as beautiful and colorful as this bouquet of flowers. Signed ‘L’.”
“Signed ’ L’? But who is this L?!” you exclaim.
“No idea,” your friend replies, “but in any case, he knows your address.”
“Imagine if he comes to my house or waits for me downstairs in my apartment…“ your voice is fearful.
"Are you not in the phone book?” says Hvitserk, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, I am… It’s easy to find me… but I forgot to apply to be removed from the directory, I was so busy with this wedding shoot…”.
Hvitserk brings you a vase in which you arrange the beautiful red roses, you put it on your coffee table - it’s true that it decorates the room well - then you arrange the card with your other little words of love from your secret lover.
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After spending the morning with Hvitserk, it’s time for you to go to work. Your friend left the apartment a few minutes before you did. You prefer walking to take your mind off things, the sun has come out in the late morning, the air is fresh - but not too fresh - and you feel a slight breeze on your face. It makes you forget for a moment where you are, where you are going and even who you are.
Your few moments of rambling have allowed you to arrive quickly at your studio, you take possession of the place. You have the unpleasant surprise to learn - at the last minute - that your afternoon client cancels your appointment. You could have had a day off, but this allows you to catch up on your slight delay in printing the photos.
So you decide to settle down in the darkroom, put on a little soft music in the background, and start taking pictures. After a moment, you hear footsteps in your studio - you think of a potential client - but you can hear the sound of the door closing.
You come out of the darkroom to check that everything is ok in your “store”, you can see a rose on your desk with a business card on it, it is written down:
“It seems fair to me to leave you my phone number. Signed 'L’.” Then a number is written after this word.
You take your smartphone and check that it doesn’t match any of the other numbers in your phonebook… but no results.
You take your courage in both hands and you choose to call your secret lover directly - maybe with the voice, you will manage to reveal his identity. You dial the number and you hear the tones - already it is not a wrong number - but without success, you fall on the automatic messaging system. Clever!
Within a minute of your call, you receive a text message from this number that says, “I prefer that we talk via SMS, I think you’ve understood why”.
You answer. “Yes, but I would like to know who you are…”
Your secret lover doesn’t answer anymore, you still think of a stupid game, a guy who is bored and has chosen you as a target, but after careful consideration, a man wouldn’t have spent a fortune on a big bouquet of roses and wouldn’t waste his time hiding like that. So this story becomes a real treasure hunt and you have one more clue: his number!
You’ll be able to give it to Hvitserk so that he knows more about the identity of this mysterious transit lover. You close your studio, go home - tonight you’re alone, Hvitserk is at a business dinner - so you’ll tell him all about it first thing in the morning.
The moment you walk through your door, your phone rings. It’s a message notification. It’s him: “You’ll know who I am… soon… I wish you a nice evening!”
You only answer with one: ”Ok, thanks“. You have a crazy urge to call Hvitserk to tell him but you decide not to - you don’t want to bother him - you sit on your couch, this story intrigues you but at the same time it’s quite…exciting as a situation. A man who is vulnerable enough in front of you to hide his identity from you.
After an evening in front of your TV, you go to bed and persuade yourself to send a good night message to your lover. He only responds with a smiley face that sends a kiss.
In the end, it’s not so unpleasant… What does he have in store for you tomorrow?
A/N: This wasn't requested but the idea was hunting me during all this week and I decided to give it a try. Hope you guys like it! ❤️
Gif belongs to: @honestsycrets
Pairing: Ivar x Reader (Modern AU)
Warnings: None but some angsty thoughts.
Words: 1.227.
You were smoking not thinking about anything when you saw that black jaguar stopping at your door. You knew it was him before he even left the car, even so you were curious. What he was doing?
You watched Ivar leaving the car in all his glory. Black leather jacket, red shirt e black jeans that made he look so sinfully handsome.
"Hi, Y/N," he said with a small smile.
"Hello," you said leaving your cigarette forgotten aside.
"Can you say to Megan that I'd like to talk with her?" he said.
Okay, you should have known better. Obviously Ivar wasn't there for you, but for your sister, Megan. He didn't need to say but it was kind obvious he was head over heels for her, probably just like you were for him.
"She just left with Matthew. On a date," you added like if it was nothing.
"Matthew... A date? Wow. I guess I'm kinda late," he smiled but different than the other times, his smile didn't reach his eyes. Good, he was angry.
"I'll tell her you came here and-"
"There's no need, it's okay," he said.
"Wouldn't you like to come inside?" you said like it was no big deal. To prove your point a loud thunder echoed through the sky.
"I guess I don't have another option," he said shyly.
"Do you need anything? I have beer here," you said once he was seated in your couch.
"No I-i... Yeah, I'd like it. Please," he added.
Once you seated with him, handing him a beer you looked attentively at him. He was ridiculously handsome. Everything about him drove you insane. His gorgeous features, the icy blue eyes you'd die for, his smell, the most minimum detail made your heart skip a beat.
"Staring is rude," he laughed before taking a long sip of the beer.
"I wasn't... Sorry," you laughed. You'd have to be more discreet otherwise he would notice the way you looked at him.
"So did you come to confess your feelings for the sweet Megan?" you said dramatically earning a laugh from him.
"Is that obvious?" he asked.
"It's written all over your face. C'mon, you have heart eyes for her," you said like it was obvious.
"No, I don't... Okay, maybe I look at her a bit different," he admitted.
"A bit?"
"Okay, I fell for her. Satisfied?" he said.
"A bit," you answered with a small smile.
"Why are you smiling?" he asked curiously.
"It's nothing... I mean I should be used to this," you continued.
"To what?"
"Megan always... Had guys like you head over heels for her and she plays with them, with their feelings. I don't want this for you," you said.
Part of you was angry to talk about your sister like this, but it wasn't a lie. Megan was a femme fatale. That included some heartbreaking in the process. It was what she was. A goddamn powerful woman who knew the power she had in hands and put to good use.
The other part? Wanted to be more like her. To be sensual, to attract all the eyes when you enter a room, to break some hearts as well. But you and your sister were like wine and water, didn't work very well together.
You were clumsy, most of times could be friends with the guy who was interested in you. You were the nerd sister and Megan, the cheerleader, the prom queen.
"Why are you telling me that? What do you want for me, Y/N?" Ivar asked after a long time.
"I think you deserve the true," you said trying to ignore the goosebumps erupting in your skin hearing him calling your name.
"What do you want for me?" he insisted.
I want you to want me, your insides screamed.
"I want you to be happy with some girl that knows your value and that loves you," and I want to be this girl, you added in your thoughts.
Ivar smiled to you, a true and beautiful smile. That made your knees weak. And then you realized. He knew it. He didn't need to say anything, the way he looked at you said it all. He fucking knew it.
Much to your liking in a matter of two seconds and you were in a complete darkness.
"I swear to fucking fuck," you said mostly to yourself.
"Better now?" he said once his phone's flashlight was on.
"Thank you," you said.
"So what were you saying?" Ivar said trying to bring back the subject.
"Forgot it, it's your life, you give the shots not me," you said.
"When were you going to tell me?" he asked softly.
"I wasn't," you said. You didn't need to ask what the fuck he was talking about.
"Hey, look at me," he said. Long fingers reaching for you chin, making you face him.
"I'm sorry," you whispered. You looked at those beautiful eyes, silently begging for whoever mysterious force to not lose his friendship.
"It's been awhile since I noticed, probably that held me. I didn't talk to Megan sooner because I knew about you, and I didn't want to hurt you. And probably I lost her because of this," he said running his hands through his long brown hair.
"You didn't need to held yourself. I wouldn't be that hurt... I told you, I'm used to this," you said.
"Why wouldn't you tell me?" he asked.
"What for? To lose your friendship? To make you reject me? No, I was fine keeping those feelings for me. What could I possibly win, Ivar?" you were almost crying at that point.
"Me," he said. He smiled and caressed your hair softly. "I don't know what you think about yourself, but you're beautiful, kind, smart... So irresistible, just like your sister. You two aren't that different, y'know. But you, Y/N, there's something else about you. Something that intrigues me. Something that makes me want to be closer and closer to you," he continued.
At that point breathing was out of question, the air was stuck in your throat because as Ivar talked he leaned closer and closer to you. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, and even wonder how it would be to kiss him right now.
Probably he was thinking the same when he kissed you. Plump lips against yours softly but wanting more. When you felt his tongue caressing your bottom lip, asking for entrance you swore your soul left your body. Because there was no fucking way that this was happening.
But boy, it was. Hot tongue dancing alongside yours, a passionate kiss that he easily dominated. He had both hands on your waistline, gripping firmly, holding you in place. You, on the other way, had shaky hands on his neck, wanting that this moment didn't end.
But it did. You two were breathless, forehead against one another, icy blue eyes blown with lust.
"Please say we can try," he said softly.
"Yeah, we can," you said smiling.
Ivar kissed your forehead and you hugged him. This would work, you knew. You two would be one of that couples that couldn't be away from one another for such a long time, and honestly, you were so happy with the idea of having an angry puppy like him always close to you.
Secret Love - Chapter 1 (Modern!Hvitserk x Reader)
Hello everyone, this is my new story with Hvitserk (modern Hvitty :) )
Summary : The reader’s best friend is Hvitserk Lothbrock. They have known each other since their childhood. She is a photographer, he is vice-president with his brothers in the company of their father, the great Ragnar Lothbrock.
Her life is peaceful until the day she receives small attentions from a secret admirer. She doesn’t know who he is and tries to find out with the help of her best friend… But is he really who he says he is?
Warnings : None
Words : 1297
Gif by @ivarsshieldmadien
Chapter 1 - The Letters :
Every morning at 8:00 a.m., you go to the Starbucks around the corner to get your morning drink - a macchiato sprinkled with cinnamon - before you start your workday at the studio. You’ve been a photographer for 2 years, but you first studied journalism. It didn’t really suit you. So you turned your passion for photography into your profession.
That morning you are late, you hurry to get ready. For the hairstyle you make it simple; a simple ponytail and you forget make-up for today. You leave your building and go to Starbucks for your coffee - a day without coffee is a wasted day.
You check your backpack for your stuff, arrive in front of the studio, take the keys in your bag to open the door - where your best friend, Hvitserk, is waiting for you.
He is one of the sons of the great Ragnar Lothbrock who manages the whole city of Kattegat. He is tall, has light brown hair, and has beautiful green eyes. He is sweet and funny and sometimes a bit sulky. He is very popular with the female population of this city, but none of them are suitable for him.
“You’re late, honey.” Since your childhood, he likes to give you nicknames, but lately, he likes to call you honey. It doesn’t bother you and above all, it doesn’t seem abnormal to you because of all the Lothbrock sons you’ve always been close to him.
“Hello to you too, Hvitserk! Thank you for pointing that out to me… ” you sigh with weariness because you hate being late.
Opening the door, you both go inside the studio where there are three rooms. The first one is the entrance where you expose the pictures and take the appointments. It’s cozy. You have installed two armchairs and a small table and then your desk with your computer. The second room is the studio where you take the pictures. There are a lot of accessories there - toys, disguises, photo accessories, lamps to manage the lighting. And the third is the darkroom where you process the pictures.
Your best friend sits in one of the chairs while you light up the rooms one by one. When you come back to the entrance of the studio, you discover an envelope on the ground near the door, you didn’t notice it before.
“Hvitty, is this yours? "you ask, looking puzzled.
"No, not at all. Maybe it’s a bill or a note we owe you. Open it,” replies Hvitserk.
On the envelope is only your first name written. You don’t recognize the handwriting by the way. You open it and find these words:
“A day without seeing you is a morning without sunshine”.
You blink in disbelief, think of it as a joke at first because you’ve been single for a few months - you’ve flirted with a few guys in bars, had a few one-night stands.
“So? What’s it all about?” Hvitserk gets impatient.
“It’s a… poem… well… just a sentence… Take a look for yourself and tell me what you think.” You hand the letter to Hvitserk. He reads the little words that are written on the paper and speaks. “It’s… out of fashion to leave words under the doors of beautiful young women,” he says sarcastically.
He gives you the paper back and then takes his smartphone to go back to his Instagram news feed.
“I think it’s kind of romantic, but the weird thing is I’m not seeing anyone right now… So, who’s the letter from?”
Hvitserk simply shrugs his shoulders and sticks to his phone, but you don’t want to leave it at that, "Don’t you want to help me find out who it’s from? Hvitty?” You tilt your head to the side and give him a gentle glance, he can’t resist your little baby face.
He sighs and then says, “Okay, I’ll see what I can do,” he smiles at you and then goes back to his previous activity on his phone. Björn, the eldest son of Lothbrock - and half-brother of Hvitserk - runs a security company, he knows everything that goes on in the small - or rather big - city of Kattegat.
Your first appointment is coming, Hvitserk signals you that he’s leaving to let you work with your clients.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It’s noon. You’ve booked your meal at the caterer right next to your studio and the chef calls you to tell you that your meal is ready.
You go out to get it, lock the door of your studio and go to your caterer. You enter the restaurant for just ten minutes to greet all the staff and pick up your lunch.
You come back to your studio, again there is a letter on the floor with your first name written on the front of the envelope. You open it and read these words:
“You are so beautiful today”.
Clearly, you are starting to freak out because while you were away your famous secret admirer came back to give you a letter under the door and you didn’t notice anything.
You text Hvitserk to tell him about this new event and to meet you at your apartment after work. You don’t want to spend the evening alone.
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At 6 p.m. you leave your job, cross the narrow streets of Kattegat, and finally arrive at your apartment. When you get inside, you can see that Hvitserk is already there - you gave him your spare keys and you have his in case of emergency and for convenience - sitting on your couch playing PS4.
You throw your sneakers in the hall, put your bag next to your wardrobe and sit down next to your friend. He pauses the game. “So your secret lover is back? ” he says, turning to you and placing the controller on the coffee table.
“Yes, while I went to get my lunch from Noma’s, I was only there for a few minutes.” You take the letter from your pocket and give it to Hvitserk, and then you take it back, “Isn’t that weird? The guy follows me, observes me… ”.
“I don’t think he means you any harm, he’s just maybe… shy. Surely a text message would be more conventional. ” Hvitserk says as he gets up to go into the kitchen. “I’m hungry, what do you want to eat tonight?”
"There’s a guy following me and all you can think about is eating? Did you ask your brother for information?”
"Yes, but he didn’t see anything on the city cameras…so you’re going to have to wait and see who this guy is,” he replies, pointing to your letter on the table.
You sink into your couch, pout, and then take the two letters in your hands to read them again.
“What about ordering, honey?” You come out of your thoughts after this question from Hvitserk.
“Yes, if you want. I don’t feel like cooking tonight.” You take your phone and you say, “I’m calling for a pizza, yeah?” you ask your friend, shaking your iPhone.
“Yes, pizza is perfect!” He comes back on the couch beside you, takes you in his arms to console you, and tells you the plans for the evening, “Pizza, Netflix, and a good night’s sleep!”
"Will you sleepover, Hvitty?” you ask your friend, even though you already know his answer.
“Yes, of course, honey!” he says before kissing you on your forehead.
You put on some music while you wait for the pizza delivery guy, laugh while you watch Hvitserk moonwalk like Michael Jackson, and think how lucky you are to have him in your life. But this mysterious admirer comes back into your thoughts. Today it’s letters and tomorrow… what will it be?
A/N: Okay can I say first that I loved that request? I hope you guys like it too. Let me know your thoughts about it. ❤️
Gif belongs to: @bonniebird
Pairing: Punk!Ivar x Nerd!Reader
Warnings: Smut obviously because it's me.
Words: 1.185.
Ivar knew he would found her waiting for him there, alone, probably reading some book with the sunlight caressing her skin in the most beautiful way. Once he reached her, he smiled. She was really reading. He sat down with her and caressed her hair.
"Hey," she said with that shy smile that never failed making his heart skip a beat.
"Ready?" he asked. He wished things to be different, that she took him seriously, maybe give them a chance.
"Actually I wanted to talk to you," she started.
"What happened?" he asked. Because obviously something was wrong. He could say just by looking at her eyes, the worry clear on them.
"I wanted to know that if it's okay..." she suddenly stopped talking.
"C'mon, talk to me, my sweet Y/N," he said touching her chin.
"I'm not in the mood, I'm sorry," she said, her cheeks blushing a little.
"What happened? It was me?" Ivar asked suddenly worried.
"No, I just... I had another discussion with my mom this morning and she said a few things, y'know? I just wish I had another place to go, I don't want to look at her, not right now at least. She hurt me," she talked in such a low tone that Ivar had to pay total attention to her.
"You can come to my house, if you want of course," he said like it was no big deal.
Immediately her curious eyes scanned his features looking for any signs of joking or anything like that.
"Sure?" she asked.
"I thought we were friends," Ivar said dramatically.
"Friends don't have sex," she answered.
"We can always be friends with benefits," he smiled.
"You're such an idiot," she laughed.
"Funny thing, I don't remember you saying that kind of thing when my dick was inside of you," he laughed when she blushed.
"Like I said, idiot," she emphasized the word.
"C'mon we can watch movies and eat junkie food," he said.
"Okay you convinced me," she said with a smile.
***
When you got out of the bathroom you noticed you didn't have anything to wear. Once you were back in the room Ivar was already laying on the bed, looking for something to watch on Netflix.
"Can I use one of your clothes?" you asked finally gaining his attention.
Okay it's been awhile since that thing between you and Ivar was happening, but you always blushed under his gaze. It was strange because at the same time you felt the most beautiful woman in the world, you felt so little and helpless, like he was a lion and you were his prey.
"Sure," he said.
You almost ran to his closet. You decided for one of his band t-shirts and grey sweatpants. You came back to the room and joined him on the bed.
You took some time to look at his room. He had a large variety of books, some of them classic and others were probably in foreign language. His dark room had three of the walls painted in black, and there was a red light that made everything look more attractive, more sensual.
"I never imagined being here," you said turning your look to him.
"Hope you like, it's my favourite place," he said.
You knew Ivar didn't have much friends, to be honest, he barely talked with other people beyond his brothers and well, you.
"Ivar," you called him.
"What?" he said.
"Why me? You could have literally any other girl. I mean, you're unfairly handsome," you said.
You watched him inhale and exhale a few times, like if he was thinking about what to say.
"You're different than any other girl I already met. When we had to do that ridiculous task together I saw that, and... I wanted more. I wanted to know you, to have you," he said.
"So am I kinda of a prize to you? Something you wanted badly and-"
"I didn't say that. I said that I wanted to know you, to be close to you. I never considered you like a prize. Because let's be honest, I'm not that good, not to have you," he said.
"What do you mean? Because we, well... We have sex quite often and..." you asked.
"Yes but think about it, we could have so much more than just sex. I mean the sex is great but... You understood," he said.
You took some time to think about what he was saying, what he truly wanted. Did that mean that he wanted something else? Maybe a real relationship? Okay, Ivar wasn't the type of guy that sent flowers and all the cute stuff, but he always watched over you, always was more worried in you, in your interests, in what you want, in your pleasure...
"Ivar, I..." at that point you didn't know what to say anymore.
"Why don't you sleep a little? I know you were crying in the bath, I heard," he said softly.
"I... What about you?" you asked.
"I didn't invite you here to have sex. I know how bad you get once you and your mother fight. I just want to comfort you. I won't do anything, I promise," he said.
"Thank you," you said.
***
You woke up desperate looking for you phone when you saw it was just 8 PM you wanted to throw it against the wall. You shifted in the bed and finally saw that Ivar was sleeping as well, the book he was reading was open against his tattooed chest and he was still wearing glasses.
You slowly moved closer to him, picked the book and put it aside and when you were almost taking his glasses he woke up. Icy blue eyes staring at you.
"I didn't mean to wake you, sorry," you said.
"It's okay. What time is it?" he asked yawning.
"8," you answered.
"Want to eat something?" he asked checking on his phone.
"No, I'm fine," you said.
"Can we go back to sleep?" he said laying properly on the bed.
"Yeah, we should," you said looking at him.
Ivar reached for your body, strong arms involving your waist and pulling you closer.
"Thank you for everything you've been doing to me," you whispered.
He opened his eyes and looked at you, curious eyes scanning your face.
"No need to thank me," he said as traced your features with his fingers.
He didn't need to do anything at that moment to make your heart race its own beats. When this started, you knew it wouldn't be nothing but some great sex, but now? Oh girl, at that moment you already knew Ivar was the one. Your heart was his and something in your insides told you, his heart was yours as well.
"I want to kiss you so badly right now," you said chuckling.
Ivar in the other hand was serious. He leaned closer to you, plump lips meeting yours in what started as a calm kiss. Tongues touching one another smoothly, hands tangling together. It didn't take long to you moan on his mouth. Body getting hotter and hotter, wanting his touch, wanting to be his.
"You came here to seduce me, right? Such a bad girl," he said slapping your thighs, hands grabbing the soft skin so hard that you moaned loudly.
"Ivar, please," you said while you still could think coherently.
"What? Tell me what you want," he said.
I want you to ravish me, you thought looking mesmerized at him. Under his gaze you always felt the prettiest and most desired woman on earth.
"I want you to fuck me," you said simply. Thinking about it was enough to make heat pool between your legs.
"I see that. Everything in you tells me this. You want me so bad... Exactly the same way I want you," he said close to your ear. Hot breath tickling your skin.
Like if he needed to prove a point, he pressed his growing erection against your thigh. He smiled when he saw you breathing heavily and closing your eyes, a loud moan trying to pass through your closed lips.
Much to your dislike Ivar took his time with you. Slowly so slowly he took your clothes off, kissing every exposed centimeter he got it.
"So beautiful," he said touching both of your breasts, palming them softly just the way you liked. Hot mouth involving your nipples, one at time, prolonging that blissful attack. Licking, sucking and biting, the recipe to drive you crazy.
He nestled between your legs and started kissing your inner thighs. Here and there biting them.
"Ivar, please," you knew you were sounding desperate.
"Want me here?" he said touching your slick folds, playing with your wetness.
"Yes," you moaned arching your body as answer.
Ivar smiled before finally putting his mouth on you. Skillful tongue working on your pleasure, strong hands forcing your legs open so he could have espace to do whatever he wanted to you. And boy, he did. He fucked you with his tongue, with his fingers but he didn't make you cum, no he preferred to have you clenching around him, moaning his name on nonstop like a prayer.
He aligned himself in your entrance and in one smooth movement he was inside you. At that moment breathing calmly was out of the question.
"You're mine," he said standing still inside you.
"I'm yours," you confirmed.
Ivar smiled and then finally started moving. Slowly at first, but soon his insane pace was settled. Hips burying themselves on yours, making your body burn in pure desire for him.
Your closed your legs on his waist, allowing him to get even deeper inside you. Touching that sweet spot repeatedly, making you roll shut your eyes.
"Look at me," he groaned.
And when you looked at him, he caressed your face.
"I want to see when you fall apart."
At that moment you knew you were lost. Ivar used his arms as leverage to keep that furious pace. You knew it wouldn't take you to long to your orgasm hit you like a train.
"Ivar, oh fuck!" You moaned. The growing pressure in your lower belly only grew.
"Come to me," he said.
And obviously your body attended his command. You came trembling from head to toes, moaning his name. Nails finding his back and scratching him in the process. Ivar came right after you, not resisting to the way your pussy clenched around him.
He took some time still inside you trying to catch up his breath. When he finally moved he pulled you closer to him.
"Y/N, I..." he started.
You looked at him, mind still blurring too lost in pleasure.
"I don't know how to say that," he laughed nervously.
You waited for him to organise his thoughts, you were tracing the tattoos on his chest.
"I want more than this, I... I want you to be my girlfriend," he said looking at you. His eyes were almost screaming "say yes, please".
"Nothing would make me more happy than this," you said.
He didn't need words to answer, he hugged you tightly.
"I'll make you happy, I promise," he said.
"I already am when I'm with you," you smiled.
You closed your eyes drifting to sleep happily. You knew that you and Ivar would make it. Honestly you couldn't be happier with the fact that you were his girl, truly.
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As promised in the sixth chapter, I hope you like it. Nothing special is happening, the relationship between Ivar and the reader is intensifying, I needed to go through it to get to chapter 7 which will be more “full” ☺️😎
Words: 2284
Warnings : None except mention of sexual practices. Texts are written in italics
Again thank you to my beta @waiting4inspiration ♥️
Gif by @ivarsshieldmadien
Chapter 6: Business Travel
After landing, a limo is waiting for you, Floki, and Ivar. The three of you get into this beautiful car and the champagne is offered to you “Ecbert wants to impress us with his wealth, he should rather impress us by keeping his promises,” said Floki in a sarcastic tone. Ivar smiles a little ironic smile that only he knows the meaning of.
You arrive at the hotel and Gods, it’s enormous. A baggage handler takes care of your bags and the three of you go to the reception. The hotel has assigned you suites – it doesn’t surprise you – and you then head for the elevator. Ivar hasn’t said a word to you since the landing and it’s starting to get tense even though you know he prefers to say nothing to Floki about your little follies on the plane.
You go up to the tenth and last floor of this building. Floki already knows the place. He has come time and time again with Ragnar so, he does not need to be shown to his room.
Ivar interrupts this silence by greeting Floki who returns from his suite, “Floki, we meet at 19:30 for dinner with Ecbert at the restaurant of the hotel. Get ready for negotiations, old fool.” You chuckle softly at Ivar’s words and he turns his gaze to you. “Now I will show you your suite.” Your suites are next to each other. Yours is the one in the middle of Floki’s and Ivar’s.
You insert your card in the electronic box to unlock the door. And when you enter your room you are breathless. Large windows overlook the city that is illuminated with all colors, the entrance opens on a living room where there is a round table - there is a welcome card with a bottle of champagne and two glasses - and two armchairs, a beige sofa, and a huge mirror on the wall. On your right, there’s the bedroom with a king-size bed with bright white sheets, and four pillows carefully placed at the head.
A little further in, you discover the bathroom. An Italian shower adorns the room. It is very large. You think there is plenty of room for two in it… Towels with the name of the hotel sewn on the edge are arranged between the two sinks.
You come back to the living room to find Ivar is sitting on one of the chairs, his crutch on the ground. The porter knocks on the door to bring you your suitcase. Ivar thanks him so that he can quickly leave.
“Are you satisfied with the room?” asks Ivar.
“It is… really… great and very beautiful, yes. Thank you, Ivar,” you answer, walking to the window to admire the view and the night that gradually falls over the city.
You hear Ivar get up and feel him getting closer behind you. He presses his body against yours, smells your hair, and then your neck before placing a sweet kiss on it. It makes you close your eyes. He puts his free hand on your belly to pull you more against him. You turn to him and decide to kiss him. He grabs your ass to knead it, then quickly regains his mind before letting himself be invaded by his desires. “It is better that you rest a little before dinner.”
He goes to the door but stops to give you some information. “You’ll get a visit from a hairdresser and a makeup artist. I hired them for you fo-”
“Ivar, you don’t have to do this for me”, you cut Ivar off but it’s something he hates.
“Did you just interrupt me, Y/N? Huh? It seems to me that I don’t have to repeat to myself that I AM the boss and that if I want to hire a makeup artist or something else, I am entitled to do it”, he whispers as he approaches you. You look down, blame yourself for interrupting him even though you know he hates it. But he says nothing and does nothing. He starts again with a more relaxed voice, “I’ll meet you later. I’ll lie down for a bit. You should do the same.” Then he slams your door as he leaves.
You sit on your bed, the tiredness of the journey – which can be said to have been painful – takes you into a light sleep and you doze off for a few minutes. You are awakened by a text that Hvitserk sends you:
“Hello beauty, are you well in England? My brother is not too stupid with you? lol xoxo”
“Hi Hvitty, everything is going well, I miss you! Xoxo.”
You prefer not to talk about Ivar, so the less you tell Hvitserk, the better. You throw your smartphone across the bed and let out a big sigh before getting up.
You decide to start getting ready, take a nice warm shower and wrap yourself in one of the hotel’s bathrobes. You haven’t unpacked your suitcase yet, so you open it up and take out your things to hang them in the wardrobe. In particular, the beautiful dress that one of your friends gave you – it was your parting gift. It’s a beautiful dress with thin black straps. It’s long, with a few rhinestones on the neckline. Not to mention your pair of Louboutins which oddly match the dress perfectly.
A few minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. You open the door and there are two men – that look quite eccentric – smiling at you. “Come on, we will take care of you!”
You let them in and they put their equipment in the living room. They have more makeup and hair accessories than an entire beauty salon. They put one of the chairs in the middle of the room and signal you to sit down.
After 45 minutes of styling, makeup, and dressing, you look like a goddess. Your long hair is dressed in an extremely well-structured bun – not a strand protrudes from your head. Your makeup matches the color of your eyes, your lips are dressed with a peach-colored lipstick, and the best thing, you have false eyelashes that enhance your doe-eyed look. You only wear a pair of dangling earrings in yellow gold with a thin bracelet.
You walk out of your room – your dress matches a small glittering black pouch and you walk up to the elevator to go down to the ground floor where the restaurant is located. You cross the hall before arriving at a small staircase that allows you to enter the restaurant. You place yourself at the top of the steps to look for Ivar in the distance.
After a few seconds of observation, you see him. He’s dressed in a black suit and white shirt. He didn’t bother to put on a tie, just left the top two buttons open on his shirt and his hair falls on his shoulders. He didn’t do his hair and Gods, how sexy he is! He greets two men, one older than the other, and from the resemblance, it seems that they are father and son.
Ivar is smiling, not an ounce of anger or sadness in his eyes. He is friendly with the people around him. You take the opportunity to observe his beautiful blue eyes and you feel a strange sensation invade your whole body. No, no, no, you don’t have to fall in love with him. Not now, maybe never!
This is the first time you see Ivar like this and you discover another facet of his so atypical personality. Ivar turns his gaze to the stairs and discovers you with your beautiful dress, the slit on one side of your thigh gives a glimpse of your leg. He has stars in his eyes that you can notice in the distance. He walks up to you while you walk down the steps. He comes to meet you. “Y/N, you are…I can’t find the words…you are…incredibly beautiful!”
“Thank you, Ivar. I find you very charming,” you decide to tease him a little, “too bad you didn’t wear a tie”.
Ivar leans down near your ear to whisper to you “I have a tie. It is in my pocket but it will be useful to me with you after our dinner”.
You open your eyes as Ivar looks at you. The evening and the night promises to be very long.
Ivar gives you his arm to accompany you to your table where Floki is already settled and talks with a young man you think must be barely younger than you. Ivar introduces you to your hosts.
“Y/N, I introduce you to Ecbert with whom we are currently dealing, and his son, Aethelwulf.”
It’s very impressive that you’re here.
“Good evening. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”
“I see that Ivar still has a good taste for beautiful women!” Ecbert says.
You all sit around the table, you between Ivar and this young man whose name you don’t know yet. Floki rushes to introduce you proudly to him. “My dear Alfred, I present to you, Y/N, our new recruit. She is very talented, you should get along well.”
Alfred takes your hand by surprise and gives you a kiss-hand worthy of a romantic film. “Good evening, Y/N. I am Alfred, the grandson of Ecbert and son of Aethelwulf. You are ravishing”
You feel your cheeks heat up, smile back, and say very politely, “Nice to meet you, Alfred. Thank you very much and your family for welcoming us to this sumptuous hotel.”
Ivar doesn’t miss a second of the scene. He puts a hand on your right thigh which is exposed and exerts a strong pressure so that your attention is back to him.
Two and a half hours after dinner – when you had to juggle between Ecbert’s open flirting, Alfred’s little attentions, and especially Ivar’s jealousy – you go back to your room. Ivar is, of course, by your side like a bodyguard. “If we weren’t negotiating with Ecbert, I would have gladly punched him in the face…” Ivar whispers as the elevator takes you to your floor.
“Ivar, don’t be irritated by it. I don’t care about this Ecbert. I answered only out of politeness and I especially remained very professional.”
“Yes it is true, you have been very professional. I am… how do you say…” Ivar is looking for his words with an embarrassed look on his face.
“Proud of me?” There’s a big smile on your face because you know that’s exactly what he can’t say.
Ivar sketches a slight smile and does not answer. He’s too proud to admit what he feels for you. You arrive in front of your suite and Ivar glances to the left and then to the right before slamming you against the door of your room while kissing you passionately.
You put your arms on his broad, muscular shoulders. He holds you with one hand on your waist as he stabilizes himself with his crutch in his other hand. His tongue quickly finds yours. He’s greedy for your body. He can’t help but bite your lower lip when he decides to break the kiss.
You both enter your suite without saying a word. You put your bag on the sofa and put your jewels on the little table. Ivar goes directly into your room, he settles at the edge of your bed and when you enter the room, your eyes unfailingly find his own. His blue eyes pierce you and he has a dark look. A dominating look.
“Please settle next to me,” his tone is calm but authoritarian, so you do it.
“Yes Ivar, what do you want from me?” your voice is soft and fearless.
“Do you trust me?” He turns to you and says these words.
With a dubious air, you say, “Yes, why?”
“Here, it is me who asks the questions! Remember what I told you about my tie?”
“Yes, I remember Ivar.”
“Know that you are mine now! No man will ever lay his hands on you.” He gets up hard to position himself in front of you and pulls out a grey tie from his pocket. “Take off your dress and give me your hands!”
You swallow then pass each strap of your dress over your shoulders, you make a small movement of the pelvis to make it pass under your buttocks and finally you let it slide along your legs. It falls at your feet. From now on, you’re only wearing your black lace thong.
Then you turn your palms towards the sky and hand them over to Ivar. He ties your hands with his tie, makes two turns to join them, and ends up with a loop tight enough but not too tight so that he doesn’t cut off your blood circulation.
“Now lie down on the bed.” This a different Ivar standing in front of you. You don’t say a word and you do what he tells you to do. You step back slowly and you manage to sit on the edge of your bed. Ivar supports himself with the edge of the bed then drops his crutch which falls to the ground. He takes off his suit jacket and puts it delicately on the chair behind him, and undoes the buttons of his shirt one by one. Then he drops it along his arms and poses it on the jacket.
With the strength of his arms, he crawls up to you on the bed and hovers above you “Are you ready to satisfy all my desires and that I satisfy yours?”
A/N: Okay can I say first that I loved that request? I hope you guys like it too. Let me know your thoughts about it. ❤️
Gif belongs to: @bonniebird
Pairing: Punk!Ivar x Nerd!Reader
Warnings: Smut obviously because it's me.
Words: 1.185.
Ivar knew he would found her waiting for him there, alone, probably reading some book with the sunlight caressing her skin in the most beautiful way. Once he reached her, he smiled. She was really reading. He sat down with her and caressed her hair.
"Hey," she said with that shy smile that never failed making his heart skip a beat.
"Ready?" he asked. He wished things to be different, that she took him seriously, maybe give them a chance.
"Actually I wanted to talk to you," she started.
"What happened?" he asked. Because obviously something was wrong. He could say just by looking at her eyes, the worry clear on them.
"I wanted to know that if it's okay..." she suddenly stopped talking.
"C'mon, talk to me, my sweet Y/N," he said touching her chin.
"I'm not in the mood, I'm sorry," she said, her cheeks blushing a little.
"What happened? It was me?" Ivar asked suddenly worried.
"No, I just... I had another discussion with my mom this morning and she said a few things, y'know? I just wish I had another place to go, I don't want to look at her, not right now at least. She hurt me," she talked in such a low tone that Ivar had to pay total attention to her.
"You can come to my house, if you want of course," he said like it was no big deal.
Immediately her curious eyes scanned his features looking for any signs of joking or anything like that.
"Sure?" she asked.
"I thought we were friends," Ivar said dramatically.
"Friends don't have sex," she answered.
"We can always be friends with benefits," he smiled.
"You're such an idiot," she laughed.
"Funny thing, I don't remember you saying that kind of thing when my dick was inside of you," he laughed when she blushed.
"Like I said, idiot," she emphasized the word.
"C'mon we can watch movies and eat junkie food," he said.
"Okay you convinced me," she said with a smile.
***
When you got out of the bathroom you noticed you didn't have anything to wear. Once you were back in the room Ivar was already laying on the bed, looking for something to watch on Netflix.
"Can I use one of your clothes?" you asked finally gaining his attention.
Okay it's been awhile since that thing between you and Ivar was happening, but you always blushed under his gaze. It was strange because at the same time you felt the most beautiful woman in the world, you felt so little and helpless, like he was a lion and you were his prey.
"Sure," he said.
You almost ran to his closet. You decided for one of his band t-shirts and grey sweatpants. You came back to the room and joined him on the bed.
You took some time to look at his room. He had a large variety of books, some of them classic and others were probably in foreign language. His dark room had three of the walls painted in black, and there was a red light that made everything look more attractive, more sensual.
"I never imagined being here," you said turning your look to him.
"Hope you like, it's my favourite place," he said.
You knew Ivar didn't have much friends, to be honest, he barely talked with other people beyond his brothers and well, you.
"Ivar," you called him.
"What?" he said.
"Why me? You could have literally any other girl. I mean, you're unfairly handsome," you said.
You watched him inhale and exhale a few times, like if he was thinking about what to say.
"You're different than any other girl I already met. When we had to do that ridiculous task together I saw that, and... I wanted more. I wanted to know you, to have you," he said.
"So am I kinda of a prize to you? Something you wanted badly and-"
"I didn't say that. I said that I wanted to know you, to be close to you. I never considered you like a prize. Because let's be honest, I'm not that good, not to have you," he said.
"What do you mean? Because we, well... We have sex quite often and..." you asked.
"Yes but think about it, we could have so much more than just sex. I mean the sex is great but... You understood," he said.
You took some time to think about what he was saying, what he truly wanted. Did that mean that he wanted something else? Maybe a real relationship? Okay, Ivar wasn't the type of guy that sent flowers and all the cute stuff, but he always watched over you, always was more worried in you, in your interests, in what you want, in your pleasure...
"Ivar, I..." at that point you didn't know what to say anymore.
"Why don't you sleep a little? I know you were crying in the bath, I heard," he said softly.
"I... What about you?" you asked.
"I didn't invite you here to have sex. I know how bad you get once you and your mother fight. I just want to comfort you. I won't do anything, I promise," he said.
"Thank you," you said.
***
You woke up desperate looking for you phone when you saw it was just 8 PM you wanted to throw it against the wall. You shifted in the bed and finally saw that Ivar was sleeping as well, the book he was reading was open against his tattooed chest and he was still wearing glasses.
You slowly moved closer to him, picked the book and put it aside and when you were almost taking his glasses he woke up. Icy blue eyes staring at you.
"I didn't mean to wake you, sorry," you said.
"It's okay. What time is it?" he asked yawning.
"8," you answered.
"Want to eat something?" he asked checking on his phone.
"No, I'm fine," you said.
"Can we go back to sleep?" he said laying properly on the bed.
"Yeah, we should," you said looking at him.
Ivar reached for your body, strong arms involving your waist and pulling you closer.
"Thank you for everything you've been doing to me," you whispered.
He opened his eyes and looked at you, curious eyes scanning your face.
"No need to thank me," he said as traced your features with his fingers.
He didn't need to do anything at that moment to make your heart race its own beats. When this started, you knew it wouldn't be nothing but some great sex, but now? Oh girl, at that moment you already knew Ivar was the one. Your heart was his and something in your insides told you, his heart was yours as well.
"I want to kiss you so badly right now," you said chuckling.
Ivar in the other hand was serious. He leaned closer to you, plump lips meeting yours in what started as a calm kiss. Tongues touching one another smoothly, hands tangling together. It didn't take long to you moan on his mouth. Body getting hotter and hotter, wanting his touch, wanting to be his.
"You came here to seduce me, right? Such a bad girl," he said slapping your thighs, hands grabbing the soft skin so hard that you moaned loudly.
"Ivar, please," you said while you still could think coherently.
"What? Tell me what you want," he said.
I want you to ravish me, you thought looking mesmerized at him. Under his gaze you always felt the prettiest and most desired woman on earth.
"I want you to fuck me," you said simply. Thinking about it was enough to make heat pool between your legs.
"I see that. Everything in you tells me this. You want me so bad... Exactly the same way I want you," he said close to your ear. Hot breath tickling your skin.
Like if he needed to prove a point, he pressed his growing erection against your thigh. He smiled when he saw you breathing heavily and closing your eyes, a loud moan trying to pass through your closed lips.
Much to your dislike Ivar took his time with you. Slowly so slowly he took your clothes off, kissing every exposed centimeter he got it.
"So beautiful," he said touching both of your breasts, palming them softly just the way you liked. Hot mouth involving your nipples, one at time, prolonging that blissful attack. Licking, sucking and biting, the recipe to drive you crazy.
He nestled between your legs and started kissing your inner thighs. Here and there biting them.
"Ivar, please," you knew you were sounding desperate.
"Want me here?" he said touching your slick folds, playing with your wetness.
"Yes," you moaned arching your body as answer.
Ivar smiled before finally putting his mouth on you. Skillful tongue working on your pleasure, strong hands forcing your legs open so he could have espace to do whatever he wanted to you. And boy, he did. He fucked you with his tongue, with his fingers but he didn't make you cum, no he preferred to have you clenching around him, moaning his name on nonstop like a prayer.
He aligned himself in your entrance and in one smooth movement he was inside you. At that moment breathing calmly was out of the question.
"You're mine," he said standing still inside you.
"I'm yours," you confirmed.
Ivar smiled and then finally started moving. Slowly at first, but soon his insane pace was settled. Hips burying themselves on yours, making your body burn in pure desire for him.
Your closed your legs on his waist, allowing him to get even deeper inside you. Touching that sweet spot repeatedly, making you roll shut your eyes.
"Look at me," he groaned.
And when you looked at him, he caressed your face.
"I want to see when you fall apart."
At that moment you knew you were lost. Ivar used his arms as leverage to keep that furious pace. You knew it wouldn't take you to long to your orgasm hit you like a train.
"Ivar, oh fuck!" You moaned. The growing pressure in your lower belly only grew.
"Come to me," he said.
And obviously your body attended his command. You came trembling from head to toes, moaning his name. Nails finding his back and scratching him in the process. Ivar came right after you, not resisting to the way your pussy clenched around him.
He took some time still inside you trying to catch up his breath. When he finally moved he pulled you closer to him.
"Y/N, I..." he started.
You looked at him, mind still blurring too lost in pleasure.
"I don't know how to say that," he laughed nervously.
You waited for him to organise his thoughts, you were tracing the tattoos on his chest.
"I want more than this, I... I want you to be my girlfriend," he said looking at you. His eyes were almost screaming "say yes, please".
"Nothing would make me more happy than this," you said.
He didn't need words to answer, he hugged you tightly.
"I'll make you happy, I promise," he said.
"I already am when I'm with you," you smiled.
You closed your eyes drifting to sleep happily. You knew that you and Ivar would make it. Honestly you couldn't be happier with the fact that you were his girl, truly.
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I don’t how did this happen but thank you guys so much ❤️❤️
I created this blog 3 years ago because I didn’t want to post too many posts about Vikings on my personal Tumblr and look at it now.
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2500 followers, most of them are anonymous people, but I found many lovely and talented people here. And most importantly, I found great friends here ♥
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And special shout out to my dearest friend @lisinfleur who is the kindest, most loyal, caring and talented person I know.
I love you Lis and hope that one day we would be able to see each other in person.
I don’t how did this happen but thank you guys so much ❤️❤️
I created this blog 3 years ago because I didn’t want to post too many posts about Vikings on my personal Tumblr and look at it now.
2500 followers 😍😍
Thank you all so much for following me and making my life better 😘
2500 followers, most of them are anonymous people, but I found many lovely and talented people here. And most importantly, I found great friends here ♥
@ivarsshieldmadien @alicedopey @ivarsrideordie @walkxthexmoon @heathen-whore (I have this terrible feeling that I forgot someone).
And I met here my Czech best friend, who makes my life so much better and funnier, and takes my lazy ass around the world 😁, but I won’t tag her, because she doesn’t like attention ❤
And special shout out to my dearest friend @lisinfleur who is the kindest, most loyal, caring and talented person I know.
I love you Lis and hope that one day we would be able to see each other in person.
