Kattegat’s Finest

#I am not the father

[ivarthethiccness]

CHOKE ME DADDY

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How about some fluff? Ivar knew that his girl has her monthly and he‘s doing all the best to cheer her up because she’s in a mood. After he‘s pampering her for the whole time and she‘s back fine and to her normal self, she also starts to came back to be longing for him wich both mostly did 24/7 for each other?

Warnings: none except some swearing

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You groaned as you rolled over on your bed, hand clutching your lower stomach in pain. You rolled until you hit a roadblock in the form of your husband, who chuckled softly

"Cramps again hmm?" Ivar asked gently, making sure not to speak too loudly as he knows that only makes you more irritated. You pathetically nod and sigh deeply, curling up to him. He immediately pulls you close and cradles your head against his chest. The steady sound of his heartbeat lulls you almost back to sleep until you feel the wave of naseau hit you

"Oh gods" you mumble, hastily pushing Ivar away as you lean over the bed and make your deposit. You start coughing harshly as you feel a pair of hands gather your hair so it doesn't get puke in it. His free hand runs your back soothingly. "Ivar" you protested, trying to wave him away. "I don't want you to see this"

He scoffs at you but releases your hair only to hand you a cloth in exchange. "Like I'm bothered by that" he retorts as he pulls himself up on his crutches and makes his way to the door. You ask where he's going and he kisses your sweaty forehead. "To go get you some things to feel better. You rest" he instructed

He knows the cooks always have your favorite treats on hand, so he heads to the great hall. Hvitserk and Ubbe are there among others as Ivar passes them. "Brother, where have you been huh?" Ubbe asks

"Taking care of Y/N, it's her time of the month" he responds quickly, eyes scanning the food for your favorites. Hvitserk laughs at this as he noisily chews on a sweet roll

"Ah so no sex for you then, hey little brother?" He teased. Ivar just rolled his eyes at him as he grabbed a cup of ale and drank from it

"Not this morning no, she's in pain. Did last night though" Ivar said simply. Both Ubbe and Hvitserk squinted their eyes at him as they gave him a confused look. "What?" Ivar asked, slightly annoyed at his brothers for distracting him from his mission

"You have sex with her while she's bleeding...?" Ubbe asked. Ivar stopped mid-sip and looked dumbfounded at his brother

"You don't?" He questioned. Hvitserk made a face and looked away. Ubbe shrugged and scratched his beard

"I suppose if I was desperate enough, I would" Ubbe replied. Ivar set his cup down and shook his head in annoyance

"What, are you afraid of getting a little blood on you? Seriously? I can't believe you're my brother" Ivar said sarcastically. His eyes then spotted your favorite treat and he stood up, grabbing a handful of them along with some others. "Alright brothers, I will leave you here to play with yourselves. I'm going back to my wife"

You had finally fallen asleep when Ivar returned. You were woken up by the smell of your favorite dessert and the wonderful sensation of Ivar's soft lips on your bare shoulder. "Mmm, Ivar my love. Did you bring me my favorite, or is my nose deceiving me?" You asked groggily

His lips pressed another soft kiss to your cheek before he answered. "I did, yes. Had to fight off Hvitserk for it, but I managed"

You giggled and pulled him into a tight hug, your feverish body temperature encompassing him in warmth. You both sighed happily as you broke apart, you yawning and him grinning. "I love you" you smiled happily

Every time you said that, Ivar was reminded of just how lucky he was. He never thought he would hear those words from another soul after his mother died. So he relished in his glory every time those words left your lips. He cupped your cheek and looked you sweetly in the eyes. "And I love you"

After the food was finished and the cramps had mostly passed, it was nighttime. It was a perfect autumn night with a nice cool breeze that would've been bothersome if it weren't for the layers of furs you were both under

A familiar craving and need soon started to build inside of you when your husband pulled your naked body close to his. This time there were no cramps or naseau to ruin the moment. You were humming happily and quietly as Ivar's eyes and fingers glided up and down your arm to the curve of your breast and down your side. "You are so beautiful" he murmured

You bit your lip as you felt the blush in your cheeks. "Ivar..." you whispered. He hummed in response. "I want you..." you finished. Even in the dark, you could see the mischievous glint in your husband's eyes. He pushed himself up so that he could lean over you, his long hair tickling your bare chest as his arms settled on either side of your body

"Are you sure you won't be in pain?" He asked. You shook your head no as your need grew more impatient. A hint of a smile crossed his face. "Are you still bleeding?" He asked

You cocked your head to the side. "Yes...does that matter?"

"No. It certainly does not" he answered as his lips crashed into yours needily. The thought of his brothers' earlier reaction caused him to laugh against your lips, but he pushed the thought of them aside. He had much more delicious things to focus on tonight...

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Imagine:

Bjorn seeing another man pursuing you

Warnings: one swear?

H/N: his name

A/N: anonymous request

Everyone in Kattegat knew that Bjorn was pursuing you

The very first day he saw you, he knew he wanted to make you his

The fact that you played hard to get only made him more drawn to you

When Bjorn saw another man, one of the men he had been training earlier that day, trying to catch your eye he felt a knot growing in his stomach

Some of the other men that were around looking at the individual dumbfounded

Why would anyone get in the way of Bjorn Ironside? Do they have a deathwish?

The man held out some flowers for you, which you accepted politely

"Thank you H/N" you said simply. He was not satisfied with that response

"Do I get anything in return?" He asks grumpily, causing you to physically bite your own tongue to keep from exploding at him

"Of course you do. My gratitude" you respond dryly

Oh, he didn't like that. He made it one harsh step towards you before he stopped and cowered in the shadow of Bjorn

Bjorn didn't even have to open his mouth to be intimidating. He literally just stood up and gave that guy the "don't fucking try it" look

The trash excused himself and you were left turning to thank Bjorn. He looked down at you with concern in his eyes

"You are alright, right?" Bjorn asked, his giant calloused hand caressing your cheek

You nuzzled into it and smiled. "I am. Thank you"

He hugged you protectively, thankfully hiding your secret smile. You didn't want to give away how much you enjoyed his touch just yet. You took one last deep inhale of his scent before pulling back

"What are you going to do with those flowers?" Bjorn asked gruffly

You laughed sarcastically and tossed them in the dirt. "They're weeds. The horses can eat them" you respond as you walked away

Everyone that had watched the interaction pretended not to notice the way he longingly watched you walk away

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Bloodmoon  Chapter 6

A/N -  Thank you so much for reading. I am grateful for your comments. My eye is hassling me again so I apologize if my editing is less than perfect. 

Warnings -  Sexual content (oral sex), historically inaccurate swearing. 

Pairing - Ivar and Lofn

The feast, the night before they sailed, was a frenetic affair. The hall, more packed than it had ever been. The room was stifling from the sheer number of bodies moving about, voices roaring loudly from the excitement and free-flowing ale. The congregation of warriors, leaders, kings, and jarls mixed tentatively. In attendance, only, for the shared purpose of avenging Ragnar. All-knowing, soon after, the unspoken truce would fade and many would again face the other behind battle lines as foe.

On this night, like many others, Ivar could not keep his eyes from Lofn. Scanning the room, his eyes compulsively returned to her. Watching her expression shift as she surveyed the commotion. It had been nearly two weeks since the incident at supper. His violent outburst and ridiculous, contrived display with Margrethe. Two weeks since Lofn had smirked while being choked goading his fury on. Her raspy words, that day, still played in his mind and likely would a thousand times more. Their meaning no clearer now than then.

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The Shimmering Chapter 1

A/N - This is for @dreamwritesimagines ‘Not Today, Writer’s Block’ challenge. My prompt is in bold. I have no idea who to tag really with these stories. Please let me know if you’d like to be added OR removed:) This is chapter 1 out of a multi-chapter series. Likely 6 chapters.  

Pairing - Ivar and OFC 

Words - 1,400

Irrigation pricked the back of his neck, giving the sensation that his leathers were too heavy for the early autumn weather. Only partly listening to his guard report on the completion of the parameter wall, his eye repetitively skipped back to the repulsive looking slave.

“Yes, King Ivar?”

Hmm? he looked back at Hamundr, a grizzly red-headed man, with grey in his beard, despite them being close in age.

“We will move the scaffolding then?”

“What?” he asked, scanning the handful of tables filled with people drinking.

“We will move the scaffolding to the north side?” Hamundr repeated from where he stood next to the King’s chair.

“Yes, fine,” Ivar flicked his fingers, indicating he could return to his post at the bottom of the stairs.  

Glancing over to the far side of the hall, he watched the grimacing faces of those sitting at a table, as the wretched girl leaned over their shoulders, filling their cups with ale.

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500 Celebration!!!

OMG you guys!!! I can’t even believe I’m typing this right now… We’ve hit 500…. This is insane…

 I literally never thought I would be here… It’s barely been 8 months since I started my writing again and you guys have shown me so much love…  I wouldn’t be here without you

I love each and every one of you, even if we don’t talk. Please, if you want to talk, feel free to come to my inbox anytime. I’m always here for anyone. Don’t feel like you can’t talk to me. I’ll talk about anything lol. For those of you that I do talk to, thank you for being there for me… You mean more to me than you can know. <3

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Bloodmoon Chapter 5

A/N -  A story about Ivar and an angel. My editing is less than perfect tonight, sorry. Thank you so much for reading and for the lovely messages this week. I started this mini-series to celebrate the sweet and talented @tephi101 thinking it would be 5 chapters. It’s looking like it will end up as 7 chapters. (8 max:) 

Warnings - If anyone treats you like Ivar acts in this chapter, please call the police. Also, I think, next chapter, they either need to kill each other or get it on.  

The following evening, the hall was empty except for the family who sat at the head table. Everyone in their place but the youngest Lothbrok who had yet to appear. Lofn’s eyes continued to flick over to the empty wooden chair that sat next, at the end of the table.

The tone was somewhat jovial. Jugs of ale had been shared as they waited for the platters of food to be brought out and placed down the centre of the long table. Beaming from the head seat, Aslaug continued to smile at Lofn from the far end. Still relishing in the glory of receiving a true gift from the gods.

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Happy Birthday

Happy Blog Birthday @ivaraddict. I love your blog. It was one of the first few I followed. Sorry this is a day late - but - my dentist is running late so here I sit in the waiting room with a few minutes to write some fluff for you:) I know there is some witty tag for writing and immediately posting without editing but I can’t remember what it is.

Lowering his body onto her sleeping form, he winced at the soreness in his aching arms. The weight of his broad chest pressed the front of her warm relaxed body into the mattress. 

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The Return- Part 8

Disclaimer: Let me start off by saying how sorry I am that I left you all waiting almost a week and a half for part 7😭 I felt   bad so I decided to make up for it with Part 8. I might have gotten carried away so this part is superrrr longgg😬😂Hope you guys enjoy it☺️💕 I also apologize in advance for this very long and horrible part 8 :) Also would you guys like a Masterlist instead of me linking the parts down below?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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Warnings: Angst, Violence, Incest (but not really), some un-detailed smut and bad grammar + spelling.😂

Your POV

Unwavering fear. That’s probably how I could describe this moment. The coldness of the blade against the back of my neck paralyzed me. Here was the man that had haunted my dreams for years. Floki was once my father’s best friend and he used to come over all the time and play with us when we were younger. However, out of the blue he turned cold on me and would pit Bjorn and I against each other, to the point where it got physical and I broke my arm. He used to say it was part of training and being a viking, right up until the moment my brother saw me clutching my arm against my chest. 

Flashback to 8 years ago…

“Come on (y/n)! Pick up your sword and stop laying around!” Floki screamed from above me. “M..my arm. I can’t move it, it hurts too much…Agh!” I manage to say through my tears. I can’t seem to grasp on to how uncle Floki could be so nice to me yesterday and become so mean today. The way he screamed and stared at me with hatred in his eyes, let me know that this wasn’t the same uncle Floki I’ve known my entire life. Something had happened and I didn’t know what to do. “Uncle Floki, I think that’s enough. She’s clearly hurt, Ive got to get my mother.” Bjorn spoke up as he came up to check my arm. “Do not move boy! This is your sister being a weakling, just like that priest Athelstan. And I will not have a child of Ragnar under my tutelage be this weak!” He screamed at Bjorn before spitting right beside me. 

Athelstan. The priest who would come bearing gifts for Bjorn and I since before I could remember. He had recently passed away according to mother and father. And I remember crying myself to sleep that night, because I missed him so much. There was something about him that made me feel safe, just like when I would be with papa. But with him it was more spiritual. He taught me everything about our God and how he was a God of love, unlike Odin and the rest of the Norse gods. Upon hearing how Floki was bad mouthing Athelstan I couldn’t help, but feel this unknown feeling overcome my body. “You wish you were half as strong as him! He was a man of God in a place where he could be killed for it! If that wasn’t brave and strong than I don’t know what is!” I screamed back at him. My tears and pain were now second to this feeling of rage taking over my body. Something in me told me not to let him disrespect our uncle like that. 

Floki just stared at me and so did Bjorn. His eyes went wide at the fact I had just stood up for something. If not for myself, then for someone else. However, before I could continue Floki had grabbed ripped my arm away from my chest and stepped on it. “Agh!!!!!” The pain had come back and it was more unbearable than ever. Bjorn tried to push him off however he could, but he kept adding more and more pressure onto it. “Stop it! You’re a monster! Get off my sister!” At that my eyes began to close from the unbearable pain And Bjorn holding a sword was the last thing I saw…”

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Baby Ivar

Thank you, everyone, for reading. I wrote this to congratulate the incredible @waiting4inspiration on her 2,000 followers. Please bear with me - this is the first ‘one-shot’ story and first 'reader insert’ I have written. I haven’t quite got my head around the perspective and tense. I also didn’t realize it would have the sexual content it has. Eeek. This story is not sophisticated or poetic. But, I think its fun. Congratulations Jess. 

Pairing - Ivar and reader

Prompts - In bold 

Warnings - Sexual content, historically inaccurate use of profanity. 

Word count - 3,797

His flushed cheeks told me he had something on his mind. His relentless kisses and affectionate hands running up and down my thigh told me he could barely wait to get me alone.

Our courtships had been anything but traditional. No evening walks on the beach, no small gifts of sweets or jewelry and no knives exchanged between our families. No, not with my Prince. Ivar had stared at me for over a year. Stared. Painfully and awkwardly, admired me from afar. Like a lunatic. I knew he was insecure about his legs, but he was still Ivar. Intelligent, handsome, strong, skilled Ivar. Yes, and a son of the King. But really, what did it even mean to be the youngest son of an absentee King?

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The Return-Part 7

Disclaimer: Hey ya’ll sorry about the delay😅 I’ve been sick the past week and the original part 7 was complete shit. So I decided to re do it😬 Please dont kill me 😂 Anyway as always sucky ass writing and bad grammar and spelling. Part is full of angst (sorry for the inconvenience😂😬) Here’s part 7…

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Arthur POV

In a matter of seconds I caught (y/n) in my arms. I felt horrible about this whole situation. I knew that she never wanted to be in an arranged marriage…she wanted to fall in love. This is why this whole situation killed me. I was the reason my best friend wouldn’t be happy and I couldn’t live with that, but I had too. My country and my father needed me, this marriage would secure an alliance with both Frankia and Kattegat, but she would be caught in a situation she wouldn’t want and that kills me inside. Holding her close I look towards her father and uncle as to ask for permission to take her to one of their rooms here. “Here, take her to mine… It’s where she’s been staying for the past couple of months…” says the dark haired one that was sitting with her earlier. He’s been eyeing me since I walked through the doors and I have a feeling we won’t be the best of friends. Not paying much attention to the eery feeling I’m getting, I balance (y/n) in my arms and follow the young prince. Reaching the doors to the room, I make my way inside after him. Walking towards the bed I place her down and then turn towards him. I find him staring at me with what seems like rage and jealousy in his eyes. Why would he be jealous? It’s his sister, he should be glad that she’s at least engaged to someone she knows and not some strange old man… 

“Could you perhaps see if one of the thralls could get me a bucket of water and a clean cloth? I want to make sure she’s okay and doesn’t get a fever.” Without any expression on his face he slams the door on his way out. Turning towards her on the bed, I catch a small strand of her (y/h/c) hair and tuck it away behind her ears. “Im so sorry that you have to go through this… I wish there was another way…” It wasn’t until I felt her hands caress my cheeks that I knew she was awake and alright.“Arthur, it is not your fault. Someone has been out to get me since I stepped foot back in Kattegat, if anything you’re my salvation.” The tears in my eyes fell down my cheeks like a waterfall. I embraced her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Whether it was to calm myself or her I could not tell by now. All I knew was that I would do anything to protect her, even if that meant laying down my life for her.

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Ease The Dawn  Chapter 12

A/N - Thank you so much for your amazing support. Things start to get bumpy next installment so please enjoy.

Pairing - Ivar and Aethelswith

Chapter - 12 of 18

“I will trade Aethelswith for Lord Burgred.”

“We call her Aethelswith now?” Hvitserk asked looking up with a mouth full of chicken. Ivar grimaced at him but said nothing looking back to the ax in his hand. 

“For what purpose Ivar? You cannot believe he is going to get us territory to expand our stronghold from?”

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Ease The Dawn  Chapter 11

A/N - Thank you for reading and leaving comments, liking or rebloging. Your support is amazing.

Pairing - Ivar and Aethelswith

Chapter - 11 of 18

Notes - mention of past sexual assault - additional notes at end.

“I am to be the Queen of Mercia.” She said raising her chin high, voice feigning importance. “My husband has had his eye on the title of king his entire life,” she added flatly.

“I will take Mercia one day.” Looking up from the map before him. “And all that is in it.”

“Will you remember me, My Lord?” she asked with a slight smirk. The softened candlelight, giving her eyes a twinkling appearance.

“I will remember you,” his look lingered, causing her face to warm.

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Ease The Dawn Chapter 10

A/N - Thanks for reading and thank you so much for your likes, reblogs and in comments. They mean the world to me.

Pairing - Ivar and Aethelswith

Chapter - 10 of 18

Notes - I am Canadian so there will be ‘u’ in various words. 

The heavy fog surrounding Winchester castle was so dense it concealed the break of day, making the morning bells announcing mass seem untimely. The chamber was dimly lit. Sparse light coming through the diamond mullions. The stone fireplace barely warming the tense men gathered around the table. They sat in silence. Strained silence. Broken only by the scuffing sounds of Aethelred’s shifting boot over the gritty floor and Burgred’s thick fingers tapping on the wooden table. The fire crackled and smoked from unseasoned wood and the resignation in the King’s posture was louder than the tension. Alfred slouched deeply in his chair, absently, studying the skin on the back of his clasped hands.

“He has no intention of negotiating with us. I do not understand the purpose of this kidnapping.” Aethelred cut through the stiff atmosphere, raising both hands in question.

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Bloodmoon  Chapter 1

A/N - A story about Ivar and an angel. Written for @tephi101‘s 800 follower challenge. Congratulations on your 800! This incredible moodboard was created by the talented @flowers-in-your-hayr . I could not love it more and it captures the essence of this story. This is the first chapter out of a four-chapter series.

Warnings - Violence, sexual content, the historically inaccurate use of the ‘F’ word:)

The clatter of carts between the shanty wooden buildings of Kattegat signaled that the day’s trade in the busy market was done. Merchants with buggies piled high with unsold goods started off, heading for home or back to the ships tied at the bustling docks. Women were busy, cooking over outdoor fire, filling the streets with the smoky smell of meat. A welcome mask to the odour of livestock huddled in small pens between buildings and the suspended lines of drying fish.

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