#alex hoegh

[ivarlover]

MISUNDERSTOOD

COMPLETE

Chapter 4, final chapter, part 2-final part. Sorry for dragging this out this long! 👀 But finally, a completed fic from me! Who would've thought?

Hope it was worth the wait...and build up! 🙈

First, I have not abandoned my series, Unleashed, with Alex and Ivar (& am still working on it), but this is an idea that I had that I had to write down before it left me.

Modern Ivar + Female Reader

Enemies to Friends to lovers

NSFW 18+ ONLY

Summary: Ivar and reader went to school together and now work together where he has become her boss. They used to argue all the time, but now they've begun to work well together, maybe too well. It seems that one or the other, or maybe both, have developed feelings. What will they do with these feelings? Who will make the first move?

Warnings: slow burn, real slow, language, angst, smut, FINALLY

Words: I don't know. I never do, but there's a lot.

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Well, that escalated really quickly. You hadn't expected it all to go down like that, but you had had enough of Ivar's attitude toward you. You weren't sure what had ever happened that made him so angry and so over you, but before the conference, your arguments had always been extremely more light hearted.

Now, he had looked at you as if he could've ripped your heart out of your chest single handedly and danced on it as he spat in your face. It would be a well kept secret, between you and Liv only, that he had practically done just that.

You took a deep breath as you sat down at your desk. You saw Liv about to come to you, and you held your hand up, signaling for her to give you a minute. You needed to calm down and pull yourself together before you spoke. You refused to break down at your job again. You wouldn't be working here much longer, and you would not let Ivar see that he'd gotten the best of you. No, you could save the emotions for home where they belonged.

Ivar stood in his office, gripping your resignation letter in his hands. How had his well thought out plan to talk to you and finally come clean with his feelings for you turned into such a shitshow?

He was not pleased with how he'd handled things, but the thought of you quitting and him possibly no longer seeing you had taken over and quickly turned to the fear of losing you for good, causing him to become the mad man who'd lashed out at you. He was ashamed of himself. He hadn't wanted to hurt you even more, but somehow, that seemed to be all he was capable of.

As he thought of your angry expression directed at him, he felt enraged at himself. Turning to the table in the middle of his office that was covered with books and papers for the next buisness deal, he placed his hands on it, and in one swift jerk of his arms, he completely cleared everything off of the table and into the floor as he yelled in what could only be described as excruciating pain, sounding like a dying animal.

He heard a low chatter from outside his office, and still deep in thought, he noticed you hadn't closed his office door completely. He walked over to close it himself, not wanting to hear what anyone outside his doors was saying about him.

As he approached the door and began to pull it closed, he couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Liv. Even though he knew he shouldn't, he stood at the cracked door and listened.

Liv, now standing at your desk and trying her best to ignore the sounds escaping Ivar's office, asked, hopefully, "So, did you tell him?"

"Tell him what, Liv?" you asked dryly.

She sighed. "Duh! That you're in love with him!" she said, like it was the most obvious thing.

Ivar gasped and covered his mouth, hoping the two of you hadn't heard him.

Your mouth dropped open, "Liv! Why, on Earth, would I tell him something like that? And be quiet. Someone could hear you!"

"Gee, I don't know, because it's true!" she smiled.

"Don't be ridiculous. It is not!" you protested.

"Yes, it is, and you know it!" she stuck her tongue out at you, not quite knowing how rough things had just went between you and Ivar.

"What are you? Five? No, I gave him my resignation," you rolled your eyes at her.

"You did what?" she asked, face turning serious now. "You, you can't leave me here, Y/N."

"Oh, you'll be fine," you looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with her.

"But, Y/N, he's, obviously, in love with you, too! You should've still told him."

"Really? And just how do you know that? By the way he lovenly calls my name, or let me guess, by the way he brings his skank girlfriend to the office to fuck where he can be sure I overhear it all?" You were growing annoyed and no longer wanting to disguss this. You couldn't show how badly you were hurting. You refused to let Ivar win.

"Ok, you do have a point there, but it's still incredible to me how oblivious the two of you are. Have you not seen the way he looks at you, how he watches you when he thinks noone else is looking? Why do you not believe me?"

"Because HE HURT ME, LIV! BADLY! That's not love. Geez, we've been over this. He kissed me, for whatever unknown reason, I guess to cure some morbid curiosity of his, and wiìhen he realized I'm not what he wanted, he turned and walked out. He left me standing in the middle of that room. Alone. And closed the door behind him."

You tried steadying your voice, "Then my stupid ass let him do it a second time! Can you believe I'm that dumb? And we ended up with the same results. He does not want me, he damn sure isn't in love with me, and to top it all off, the icing on the cake, then he goes back to that bitch who doesn't give a damn about him and has the audacity to bring her here and flaunt her around in my face like that!"

"Well, when you put it like that," Liv began, but you obviously, weren't finished.

"You have no idea how humiliating all of that was, how much I actually cried. Me! I fucking cried! Do you know how long it's been since I cried over some damn guy? So, what do you want me to do? Go confess my feelings to him like some dumb, love sick school girl and hope he'll suddenly see the error of his ways? Or even worse, that he'll give me some pity fuck because he feels guilty for breaking my heart? No. It's better like this. I don't want to hate him. I just need to get away from him so I can get over him." You dropped your head and sighed. "Who would've ever thought I'd fall for Ivar Lothbrok of all people?"

"Ok. Ok. I get it. Don't tell him anything. He doesn't deserve you. You gotta take care of you. Fuck him! Let's go out tonight! Let's have a girls' night and get stupidly drunk and have to call an Uber to get back home. You know Babe is out of town. Let's make the best of it. Yes?" Liv looked at you expectantly.

You thought about it for a minute. Sitting at home alone on a Friday night after the week you'd had didn't sound fun at all. "Ok, fine. Let's do it," you agreed, hoping to cheer up your mood. "But not one word about Ivar Lothbrok or work the whole night, ok?"  

"Deal," Liv said, giving you a hug. "I'm sorry, Y/N." 

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Ivar softly pushed his door closed, practically falling into it. He absolutely could not believe what he'd just overheard. He turned around with his hands covering his mouth and slid to the floor against the door. You were in love with him, too? How did he not know this? He should be ecstatic, but instead, he was worried. 

He thought of everything that had happened over the last two weeks. The last two days were even worse, but their confrontation in his office this morning took the cake. How was he going to make any of it up to you and explain himself? He knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't forgive him easily. Once you'd made a decision, it would be extremely difficult to get you to see things in a different way. 

He was scared to be happy about what he'd learned. Until he had the opportunity to talk to you and hear you say the words to his face, it was too hard to believe. It just couldn't be real. He only hoped you'd give him an opportunity to explain himself.

He knew he couldn't talk with you now, though. All of the hurt feelings and angry words were still too fresh in the air. And since he'd heard that you would be out tonight, it seemed that the earliest chance he'd have to talk to you would be Saturday morning.

As he sat in his floor against his office door, he made plans to drive to your apartment the next morning and hope to hell you'd at least hear him out before slamming the door in his face. He dropped his head to his hands as he thought of everything. It was surely going to be a long 24 hours.

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Ivar had been home long enough to shower and have dinner alone when his brother called him and informed him he was on his way over. He was apparently in town until the morning and wanted to spend some time with his baby brother, as he had put it. Just great. So much for time to pull himself together.

Ivar knew that Hvitserk would immediately know something was wrong, and he was already dreading the conversation. Hvitserk had always enjoyed teasing him about you.

Sure enough, the minute Hvitserk took a seat on Ivar's sofa, he asked, "What's eating you?"

"Umm, nothing. It's just been a really long week at work," Ivar tried, hoping it would be enough.

No such luck. "So, I've heard. Freydis and Y/N, huh?" Hvitserk gave him a shit eating grin that Ivar wanted to smack off of his face.

"I see you've already spoken with father. No need for me to repeat everything." Ivar hoped he'd drop it, and tried to change the subject, "So, where are you headed out to tomorrow?"

"Spain. They've given me a small surveillance job there for the next few weeks," Hvitserk answered, watching Ivar's fidgeting hands. "It was real, wasn't it?"

"What was?"

"Y/N. You really loved her. Umm, love her?"

"Hvits, don't start your shit," Ivar stood and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. "Want one?"

"Got anything harder? And I'm not starting anything. I'm serious. Does she know?"

Ivar dropped his head, not really wanting to have this conversation. "It's. It's complicated, man."

"Only because you're making it complicated. As always. All these years, and you're still in love with her. Just tell her, man. What's the worst that could happen? She'll tell you she doesn't feel the same way, which I seriously doubt is the case, and at least then, you'll know and you can finally breathe."

Ivar huffed out a sigh, walking back to the sofa, handing Hvitserk a beer. "I, umm, I think I'm finally gonna go talk to her tomorrow."

Excited, Hvitserk set up on the edge of the sofa, "Seriously? Fuck yeah! Let's go out and celebrate, Baby Brother!"

Ivar sighed again, "There's nothing to celebrate. You're just using that as an excuse to get me to go out with you tonight."

"Damn right I am! Is it working?" Hvitserk laughed.

Ivar thought about it for a moment before finally answering, "Sure! What the hell! I'll just be leaving without you, anyway, when you finally find some girl gullible enough to take you up on one of your stupid pick up lines."

"Don't hate the player. Hate the game," Hvitserk grinned, and Ivar rolled his eyes.

"You're pathetic. I can't believe you actually just said that." Hvitserk just laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

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While you were waiting for Liv, you took one final look in the mirror at yourself. You may not feel your best, but you wanted to at least try to look your best. Fake it until you make it was your philosophy for the night.

You had chosen tight jeans and a black, low cut blouse. You slipped on your black heels to match, fluffed your hair that you'd decided to leave hanging down, and walked from your room to wait for Liv.

You hoped she'd be there soon, because you were already having second thoughts about going out. You really just weren't in the mood to deal with people, but you had agreed to go, so if anything, you would just leave early.

When she finally arrived, you grabbed your purse and keys and out the door you went, hoping the night would be even half as great as Liv's optimistic mind had assured you it would be.

The two of you had decided to go to an upscale club, one you'd both typically be against because of the ridiculous marked up drink prices, but she was taken and you really had no desire to deal with men hitting on you, and that particular club was known for men keeping their paws to themselves. That's what you both preferred. It was going to be a girls' night.

When you finally made it through the line at the door, you both went straight to the bar for drinks and then directly to the dance floor. To your surprise, the DJ was really good, and you had begun to actually enjoy yourself. The two of you danced your hearts away until Liv told you she was going for more drinks. It being her turn, you continued dancing where you were as she made her way to the bar.

As Liv waited for the bartender to come over, she heard a voice from behind her that sounded vaguely familiar, "Liv? No way! Is that you? After all these years? How the fuck are you?"

She turned around to be met with Hvitserk's opened arms. Hesitantly, she hugged him. "Wow! Talk about blast from the past! Last I heard, you were in Switzerland. I'm great. I'm here with Y/N, actually," she pointed to you out on the dance floor. "How are you? What brings you home? Thought you said hell would freeze over before you'd ever come back?" She dropped her head for a moment at the memory of why things hadn't lasted between her and Ivar's older brother.

Hvitserk tried to ignore the sting of the memory her words brought with them, "Well, I'm just passing through, actually. Stopped to visit the baby brother. I'm headed for Spain tomorrow. And I'm doing well, thanks. Still never settled down, though," he swallowed thickly. "I'm, umm, well, you know, married to the job. And you?"

"Umm, no, I'm not married, but I have a really wonderful boyfriend. We're planning on moving in together next month."

He smiled warmly at her and said, sincerely, "I'm happy for you, Liv, truly. You deserve a good man. Why, umm, why don't you and Y/N come join us back there?" he turned and pointed to the VIP area. "It's just Ivar and I and a couple other people on the other side. Not so crowed. And you guys won't have to worry about the drinks for the rest of the night. You know they come with the seats."

"Umm, I don't know. I'd have to ask Y/N, and I'm not so sure she'll feel quite up to that. You know, hanging out with the boss after work hours and all," Liv tried.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Her and Ivar. Why haven't they just hooked up already? It's ridiculous at this point. Well, let me talk to her, then." He headed in the direction where you were dancing with Liv shortly behind him.

"Hey! Hvitserk! No! Let me! Hey!" She tried to stop him before he could reach you, but he was already standing in front of you by the time she caught up to him.

Wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, picking you up into a big bear hug, and spinning you around, Hvitserk laughed, "Hey, you little shit! Where, on Earth, have you been all of my life?"

You squealed as he caught you off guard, head falling back, laughing, "Oh my God, Hvitserk! What the hell are you doing here? It's been years!"

Sitting you back down, he answered you, telling you the same as he had Liv. You hugged him tightly again and told him how you'd missed him. With him and Liv dating as long as they had, Hvitserk and you had once been really close friends. That was, until he moved away for work, leaving her your senior year of high school, and broke her heart.

"I was just telling Liv how the two of you should join us in the VIP so we can catch up. More space, less crowd, and free drinks for the rest of the night," he winked.

"Umm, who is us?" you asked skeptically.

"Well, about that. I'm here with Ivar," he answered hesitantly.

"Absolutely not! I'm sorry, Hvits, but you have no idea the week I've had with that man. I, umm, no. I-I can't," you refused.

"I, actually, think maybe I can imagine," he smirked. "C'mon, Y/N. Please. I promise he'll be on his best behavior. Please. Like you said, it's been years, and there's so much I'd like to tell you guys. Not to mention how I want to know all about the two of you. Please," he looked at you with puppy dog eyes as you rolled yours. "C'mon, Y/N, please."

You looked to Liv, and she shrugged her shoulders, "It's completely up to you. I'm good either way."

"Well, he umm. I'm sure he doesn't want to see me right now," you began. "I kind of gave him my resignation today," you blushed.

"You did not!" he was shocked.

"I did."

"Damn!" he smiled widely at you, and you laughed despite yourself. "But you're just gonna leave father's company high and dry like that?"

"I have to, Hvitserk. I feel bad for your dad, but I just can't stay any longer."

"Then, Ivar will probably leave you alone completely. So you'll come over? Please."

Looking between him and Liv, you finally sighed, "Fine! But I promise you, he says one cross word to me, and I'll crack a beer bottle over his head. Your brother or not."

Laughing, Hvitserk answered you, "Now, I'd like to see that!"

Ignoring him, you and Liv followed Hvitserk over to where Ivar sat with his back to you. "Are you sure you're ok with this? We don't have to join them. We can leave, even, if you want. You know I'm completely over Hvitserk, now," Liv said where only you could hear.

"I know you are, and it's fine. I actually really would like to talk more with Hvitserk. It's been too long." That's what you told yourself, at least. You knew that deep down inside, you just wanted to see how Ivar would act with you there. Would he still be the asshole he was in the office today?

As the three of you approached Ivar, you saw him sitting with a half full beer in one hand, rested on his thigh, and his other arm propped on the back of the sofa, bent and pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand.

"Brother, look who I...," Hvitserk began, but Ivar interrupted as soon as he heard his voice, not looking up.

"Hvits, I don't think this was a good idea afterall. I know you're looking to have a good time, so you can stay if you want, but I'm going to...," his voice trailed off as he looked up and saw you and Liv standing there with Hvitserk, who was now grinning like a mad man. Ivar appeared stunned.

Hvitserk began again, "That's what I was trying to tell you. Look who I found out on the dance floor. They're going to join us."

Ivar looked between you and Liv, and you said, "That is, umm, if you don't mind." He stared blankly at you, completely at a loss for words, so you quickly added, "Well, umm, it's ok. We, umm, we don't have to stay," you said as you grabbed Liv's hand and turned to begin to walk away. "Was nice seeing you, Hvits."

Ivar was immediately to his feet and standing in front of you before you'd even noticed he moved. "No. Umm, please stay. I-I'm sorry. I was just umm, surprised, that's all. Stay. Have some drinks with us. Please." He motioned toward the small ice bucket that was full of drinks.

Looking him in the eyes for anything resembling anger or disgust, you answered, seemingly seeing nothing to concern you, "Umm, oh. Ok."

You and Liv sat down with Ivar and Hvitserk as Ivar handed each of you a bottle from the ice bucket. Hvitserk grinned, "What was that you were saying, Little Brother?" If looks could kill, Hvitserk would have dropped dead right there by the look Ivar shot him, and Hvitserk just gave his manical laugh.

Liv and Hvitserk began talking, and you chimed in here and there. However, you couldn't help how your heart hurt at the thought of everything that had happened, but especially at knowing Ivar was with Freydis, now. You wondered where she was and hoped she wouldn't be making an appearance there tonight. You knew you wouldn't be as nice in a nightclub.

Ivar didn't really speak a lot and not to you at all, which made you feel even more awkward. He left to go to the restroom, and you practically let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Just as Liv was about to suggest that the two of you went to dance, her cellphone rang, and she told you and Hvitserk she'd be right back.

Once it was just the two of you, Hvitserk gave you a serious look, and you tried to avert his stare. Squirming under his scrutiny, you finally asked, "What?"

"Why?"

You sat your beer, that you'd hardly touched, down on the table. "Why what, Hvits? Just say whatever it is you're thinking."

"Why haven't you and my brother ever just, well," he tried to think of the best way to put it that wouldn't result in you slapping him, "Gotten together?"

You were surprised that was his question. Wasn't the answer obvious? "Well, for starters, I'm pretty sure his little girlfriend wouldn't approve of him having a side piece, and I, for damn sure, wouldn't be a side piece anyway. I'm the main course or nothing at all!" You were surprised at your own words, but you knew you meant them, so you simply waited for his reply.

"Girlfriend? What girlfriend, Y/N?"

"Oh, come on, Hvitserk. You don't have to cover for him. I already know. Geez, she came into the office the other day for a quickie for fuck's sake," you felt disgusted just thinking about it, and Hvitserk laughed. "What could possibly be funny?" you snarled, becoming more annoyed with him and the entire conversation.

"Freydis? That's who's supposed to be his girlfriend? Are you fucking with me right now?"

"I'm obviously missing the humor. I think I'm going to go find Liv," you stood, and then he stood with you.

"No, wait. I'm sorry. It's just that, Y/N, Ivar can't stand Freydis."

You looked at him, confused, "Ha! Sure didn't sound like it! I, umm, I know what I saw and what I heard, Hvitserk," you blinked away a tear that was trying to escape.

"No, Y/N, you saw and heard what she wanted you to see and hear," he said in the most serious tone you thought you'd ever heard him speak in. "She was threatened by you, and you got caught up right in her web." You were taken back. What was he telling you?

Suddenly, someone tapped you on the shoulder from behind. You turned around to see a tall, handsome man who asked, "Excuse me, Miss, but umm, would you like to dance with me?"

So caught off guard by the guy, you began to nervously laugh. You were about to say no, but you looked over and noticed Ivar on his way back to join you and Hvitserk again. You grabbed your beer, quickly turning it up, drinking as much of it as you could, before sitting the bottle back down and looking at the hopeful man. "Sure. What the hell! Let's go!"

He smiled and held his hand out to you to guide you down the few stairs to the dance floor. What a gentleman!

Ivar joined Hvitserk, not saying a word, but just watching you as you danced with the other guy. His blood boiled as he watched how you smiled at him and how he pulled your body close to his. Maybe that's what you needed, a man like that who you could dance with and laugh with, who knew how to treat you and talk to you instead of someone like him who only pissed you off everyday.

"Don't sweat it, man," Hvitserk patted Ivar on the back.

"What?" Ivar asked, still watching you.

"She doesn't like that guy. She was just complaining about how you have a girlfriend."

Ivar's head snapped around to Hvitserk. "What? But, but. I don't. What the? Why does she think that?"

"Freydis."

Ivar's face contorted into a snarl, almost involuntarily, as he thought about what had happened to make you think that awful lie. "Fuck!" he growled.

"Yeah. Guess you should talk to her soon, man."

Just as Liv finally came back up to them, a girl on the dance floor caught Hvitserk's eye. "I'm sorry, little brother. Duty calls." He pointed to a pretty blonde standing alone at the bar. "Don't wait up for me," he laughed.

Liv looked to Ivar, "Is he serious? How does he even know she'll be interested?"

Ivar half laughed, still watching your every move, "He doesn't care. If she's not, he'll stay out there on the dance floor until he finds someone who is." Ivar looked at you as your mouth dropped, "Well, that's what we came here for, and I'm guessing you already informed him that you're already taken, so?" He shrugged.

"How shallow! God, I dodged that bullet, huh?" Liv laughed, then asked,

"So, where's Y/N?"

Leaning on the railing around the VIP section, above the dance floor, Ivar motioned toward you with his head, "Apparently, that guy knows what she wants."

"Am I sensing a bit of jealousy?" she teased him.

He finally looked away from you and to Liv. With a more serious tone than Liv expected, he said, "Liv, what do I do? How do I fix this?"

She smiled at him, "Have you thought of just saying you're sorry?"

He ran his hand through his hair. "That easy, humm?"

"She might surprise you." Liv was distracted by her phone. "Oh, umm, sorry." She picked it up and sent a quick text message before placing it back down.

"Everything ok? You seem preocupied," Ivar asked curiously.

"Well, umm, it's just. You see, my boyfriend. He has been gone the last two weeks for a training, and he was supposed to be back tomorrow." She looked frustrated.

"But?" Ivar asked, genuinely hoping everything was ok.

"Well, he called to let me know he'll actually be home in about 15 minutes."

"That's a good thing. So, you're leaving, then, right?"

"No, I can't. I mean, Y/N, she needs this, you know?" He dropped his head to his hands, thinking how he was to blame. "We were supposed to have fun tonight. I can't just leave. I'm her ride. Look at her."

You were laughing and smiling as you danced around. The guy who had been with you was now making out with some other girl right behind you, but you were oblivious. Ivar smiled at that new development.

"Why don't you just go? Go home to your boyfriend, and I'll see to it that she gets home safely."

Liv looked him straight in his eyes, seeing that he wasn't playing, "I couldn't ask that of you."

"You didn't. I offered. I think she'll understand given the circumstances. I'll take the blame and explain it all to her. If she gets pissed at anyone, it'll be me."

"But, Ivar..."

"Liv," he looked at her, exasperated, surprising her, "Please. Go. Do me this one favor." He dropped his head.

"What do you," she looked more closely at him, noticing his red cheeks, "Wait. Oh my God! It's true! I was right, wasn't I?" He turned away from her, trying to avoid eye contact. "Look at me! I was right. You do love her!"

"Shhh," Ivar grumbled under his breath, "Someone might hear you." He nervously looked around.

Smiling from ear to ear, Liv teased,

"Someone or Y/N? You really should tell her already, you know. You've made such a mess of things, she'll never believe it from anyone but you."

He huffed out a sigh, "Well, that's the plan. That is, if you will finally leave." His cheeks reddened more.

Excitedly, she answered, "Well, when she's ready to kill me for leaving her with you, you better save me, Mr. Ivar Lothbrok."

He looked at her, smiling with a nervous gleam in his eyes, "Oh, trust me, she's going to be thanking you." He laughed as she covered her mouth in shock.

"You know it won't be that easy, right? And you're lucky I know what I do, or I think I'd smack you," Liv grinned back at him, "Boss or not." And she then, turned from him to walk away.

He immediately turned toward her, heart stopping, "Wait. What? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no, you've got this, remember? You better make my best friend happy, or I promise you, I'll personally kick your ass," she smiled. "Oh, and Ivar?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you," and she quickly rushed toward the door.

At that moment, Hvitserk walked back by Ivar with a girl on his arm. "I'll catch you later, little brother," he called out, grinning, as he winked at Ivar, and Ivar nodded his head at him. Some things never changed.

Ivar turned back to watch you still dancing. He smiled despite himself, mesmerized by your movements. He was happy to see you with a smile on your face. It felt like it had been weeks since he'd seen you smile.

As you moved, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. Not that he didn't already know, but the way the light hit your soft skin and sparkled in your eyes as you smiled made him want to shout it from the rooftops.

And then, oh fuck! He hadn't realized it, but you were looking straight back at him while he'd been lost in his trance. He immediately turned his head away, hoping you'd let it pass without saying anything about it. How embarrassing!

But no, of course he couldn't be that lucky. In a matter of seconds, he heard footsteps from behind him approaching. He turned to confirm who it was, and of course, it was you. "You see something you like, you creeper?" you half smiled.

"It. It's not like that, Y/N."

Ignoring him, you asked, "Where is everybody anyway?" Briefly, your conversation with Hvitserk about Freydis entered your mind. You hadn't figured out what he'd been trying to tell you, so you hoped to continue your discussion now.

"Well, umm, Hvitserk just left with some girl," he stalled, hoping to gain the courage to handle your response about Liv leaving.

"Great," so much for that idea. You looked around, "And Liv? Surely, she's not still on the phone?"

"Well, no, she's not, but umm, that was her boyfriend that called."

"Oh, shit! Is everything ok?" you asked, worried.

Ivar proceeded to tell you where Liv went and why. He explained that he'd told her he'd give you a ride home, and you gave him a look of disbelief. "You told her you'd take me home, and she actually thought that was a good idea?" He nodded. "Nah, it's ok. I'll just call an Uber."

You pulled your phone from your back pocket, and as you opened it, Ivar placed his hand over it, and looked at you sincerely. "C'mon, Y/N. Don't be like that. You know I'm perfectly capable of getting you home safely tonight. Just, please let me."

You looked at him, trying to decide what to say. It wasn't a matter of thinking you wouldn't be safe with him. It was a matter of if you thought you were capable of being in such a tight spot with him and it not breaking your heart even more. You wanted nothing more than for things to be different between the two of you than they were.

"What do you say? I promise I won't be an asshole," he smiled.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Lothbrok!" you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hold back the smile that was on the edge of your lips. Damn, you wanted to hate that man!

"Cheeky, aren't you? So?" he waited.

The longer you thought about it, the more you knew you would still be more comfortable with him than you would be in the backseat of some complete stranger's car. "Ok, fine, but only because I don't really trust strangers."

"I know," he smiled. "Are you ready now, or did you want to dance some more?" He looked back to the dance floor, "I'm sure that guy is still there and would love to give you another spin."

"Oh, fuck off!" you growled. "Let's go!" and you followed him toward the door. Then, you thought for another minute and stopped him, "Ivar?" He turned around to you, raising his eyebrows. "Umm, should you be driving, though, after drinking?"

Grinning at your concern, he pointed to his still half full beer bottle sitting on the table, "That's all I've had all night. I was actually only here because Hvitserk dragged me along."

"Oh," you were surprised but relieved there was nothing to worry about.

When you finally got to his car, he opened the door and held it for you while you got in, and then he closed it for you. You tried hard not to roll your eyes at him, even though you thought it was a sweet gesture. He didn't need to know that.

As he drove around the parking deck to the exit, the two of you sat in silence, music softly playing in the background. You thought of just closing your eyes and faking sleep until you made it to your place, but you knew this was as good of a time as any to ask him what Hvitserk had meant. Wasn't like he could run away from you. Thus time.

Just as you were about to ask him, he spoke first. "Umm, Y/N, I really think we should talk. Umm, there's some things I, umm, I need to say."

"Yeah? I think I may know about some of it."

You'd stopped at a red-light, and he looked over to you. "What? You know?"

"Umm, yeah. Hvitserk kind of told me a little, but I'm not, umm, I'm not really sure, exactly, what he meant."

Ivar tried to control his anger. How could his brother tell you something so personal? "Umm, just what, exactly did he tell you, Y/N?" He looked back to the road, and pulled away from the light.

You took a deep breath and said, "Umm, he said that you can't stand umm, damn it." You hated even saying her name. "That you can't stand Freydis."

He glanced at you, confused, but relieved Hvitserk hadn't actually told you everything. "Yeah? And you already know that, Y/N. I told you about all of that when we were at the conference."

"Yes, but, umm, then she started calling you, leaving those messages, and umm," you looked out the window so he couldn't see how badly the next part hurt you, "She came to see you at work, Ivar! How can you deny that? I saw what she was wearing, or actually, what she wasn't. And not to mention, I heard, umm. You know what? Nevermind! It's none of my buisness! I don't give a fuck what you do!"

Ivar was taken back. He hadn't expected you to get so emotional so quickly. This was not how he wanted this conversation to go. He needed to reel it back in. He pulled over on the side of the road and turned toward you.

"Wait. What are you doing? Take me home, Ivar!"

He placed his hand over yours, and you looked up at him, completely caught off guard. "Can I please just speak for a moment? Tell you my side?"

You weren't expecting any of this, and you couldn't let yourself cry in front of him, but for some reason, every muscle in your body was screaming that you were about to. Avoiding eye contact, you simply nodded your head, afraid to actually speak.

"Y/N, I told you that she's crazy, and she is. Until that day she showed up in the office this week, I hadn't spoken to her since we saw her at the conference." You turned to him, searching his eyes for any hint that he was lying. "And when she barged into my office, I was just as surprised to see her as you were. I promise you, we're not together. She's not my girlfriend, and umm, she hasn't been in years. I'll never be that desperate again."

Taking a deep breath, still not sure you believed him, you said, "But Ivar, we could see her against your office window and oh my God," you made a look of disgust, "We heard her." You dropped your head.

"Yes, but she did all of that just for you to hear, Y/N. And you left. You weren't there to see security take her out in handcuffs."

"What?" you looked to him, wide eyed. "Why didn't Liv tell me?"

"Yes, she's banned from there, remember? She was arrested, and my father is pressing charges. I actually have a court date next week for the restraining order. And I asked Liv to let me tell you, Y/N. I, umm, I wanted to be the one to tell you."

"Ivar," you gasped, covering your mouth with your hands, "I've been so pissed at you. You could've saved us so much hostility at work."

He dropped his head, sighing, "I umm, I didn't say I was smart. I just said that I didn't do what she tried to make you believe I did."

You sat in silence for a few minutes while Ivar pulled back into the road to take you home. Since he was being so honest, you wanted to ask him about everything that had happened between the two of you at the conference, but no matter how many times you opened your mouth to speak, you somehow couldn't manage to actually ask him. All you were finally able to say was, "I'm sorry, Ivar. I, umm, I guess I completely read that wrong."

As he drove through town, the two of you were silent again. You weren't sure what to say to him, so you just sat with your thoughts about everything. Why had he made such an effort to explain himself to you? Especially if he'd already determined that you weren't his type back in that hotel room a few weeks back. You honestly had no idea. Maybe you could ask him about it, but the more you thought of that option, the more scared to mention it you were, so you continued to say nothing.

As Ivar drove, he thought of ways to bring up the rest of the conversation he needed to have with you. He was just having a difficult time finding the words. His hands were sweating, and his heart was racing. Why was he so intimidated by you?

Before he even realized it, he pulled up in front of your apartment. He wished the ride had been longer. There was still so much to be said. The two of you sat there for a couple more minutes in awkward silence.

Then, the two of you spoke at the same time.

"Ivar?"

"Y/N?"

Giving you a warm smile, Ivar said, "Ladies first."

Gripping your keys tightly and taking a deep breath, you softly said, "Umm, thank you for driving me home. And uh, I-I'm sorry again for believing Freydis." Then, batting your eyes nervously and looking down, you hesitantly added, "Ivar? Umm, would you like to uh, come up with me? Umm, just for a drink?" There! You said it! You let out a deep breath, anxious to hear his response.

Ivar looked at you, completely surprised, his eyes widened and his heart pounding. He was about to tell you yes. Fuck knows he wanted to say yes, but then, he thought about how the two of you had just came from a nightclub. He hadn't drank, but you certainly had, and that had to be why you had invited him up. Otherwise, it was so unlike you to do so. He thought for another moment, because you sure seemed coherent, but he knew he had to be responsible. He wondered if he'd ever be able to get over what Freydis had done to him, how she'd made it seem so convincing that he'd taken advantage of her. He wouldn't do anything that could possibly be considered taking advantage of you, no matter the cost. You were just too important to him.

He placed his hands on yours and held them, gently rubbing the back of them with his thumbs, causing your heart to race. He then looked you straight in your eyes, and said, "Umm, Y/N, umm, I don't think that's a good idea."

Gulping, your heart flopping to your stomach, you yanked your hands out of his and quickly wiped away the single tear that fell.

Trying to keep some grace about yourself, you said, "Oh, umm, ok, I umm. Damn, I really read that wrong. I think..."

Ivar interrupted, "Y/N, no that's not..."

"Umm, it's ok. I've got to go." You opened the door to get out.

Trying to stop you, Ivar said, "We can still..."

Feeling yourself getting angry because you'd made a complete fool out of yourself, you harshly said, "No, we can't. Look, Ivar. It's whatever at this point. And I don't like to be involved after a certain point, and I believe I've had my fill. Thanks again for the ride." And you got out and slammed the car door behind you, not bothering to look back when you heard him calling your name. You knew if you did, you'd completely loose it.

You rushed up the stairs and to your door, anxious to get inside before you fell apart. Yanking the front door open, you practically fell inside. You slammed it shut behind you, back against it, standing there for what you knew was way too long by the way your feet were killing you. You finally went to the sofa and slumped over into it with your knees drawn and your head in your hands, where you stayed for you didn't know how much longer. How could you have been such an idiot?

Then,thinking of Liv, you grabbed your phone out and quickly sent a message to Liv.

HEY, JUST LETTING YOU KNOW I MADE IT HOME SAFELY AND NOT TO CALL OR TEXT ME BECAUSE I'M TURNING MY PHONE OFF. DIDN'T WANT YOU TO WORRY. I JUST REALLY NEED SLEEP AND DON'T WANT TO BE DISTURBED. I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER THIS WEEKEND.

❤️

She didn't have to know everything right now. You didn't want to ruin her night with her man either. At least, she had a good one. You also knew you were in no mood to talk about anything, so it was best this way for now.

You dragged yourself off of the sofa after wallowing in self pitty for long enough and went to your room to change. As you headed back to the living room, you grabbed your laptop from your nightstand. If you'd learned nothing else that evening, you'd learned that you most definitely needed a new job.

In nothing but your oversized t-shirt and panties with your hair yanked back in a messy bun, you flopped back down on your sofa, put some soft, calming music on to fill the silence, and powered on your laptop to check your email for job offers.

You had decided if you had any job offer for any position with one of the companies you'd applied for, you were going to accept it. You had to get away from Ivar Lothbrok before you lost your mind.

As soon as you opened your email, you noticed responses from two out of the three companies you'd applied for. The first email you opened said they would be in touch with you by the end of the following week. Not exactly the response you were hoping for, but certainly better than no response at all.

The second email you opened caught you completely by surprise. It was from the company's HR department, and they'd added an attachment. They offered you a position as their Chief Buisness Consultant with a salary that nearly doubled yours working for the Lothbroks. Your heart nearly stopped upon seeing all of the zeros.

As you read the details of the email, you read that the reason for the offer of such a high paying, high status position was because of the outstanding recommendation they'd received on your behalf from your current supervisor.

Apparently, he'd given you an immaculate reference and recommendation, so you were certain it was Ragnar. They'd attached it for your records, so you wasted no time opening it to read, still not believing that such an opportunity had fallen into your lap. At least something seemed to be going your way that night.

As you opened the attachment and had only read the first line which stated what a fantastic worker you were and how they hated to see you leave, you thought you heard something outside your door. You looked up and waited, but then continued reading when you heard nothing more.

The letter went on to call you extremely intelligent and mentioned how you had been one of the best assets to the Lothbrok company that they'd seen in years. You couldn't prevent your mouth from gaping open in shock.

As you skimmed the rest of it, you were completely shocked nearly every other line. It was written so well and certainly painted you in the absolute best light. That's when you saw that it had been signed by no other than one Mr. Ivar Lothbrok. You were absolutely speechless and couldn't prevent your mouth from gaping open in shock. What happened to his, "I won't give you a good reference for one of our competitors?"

You sat in silence for a few more moments, trying to just understand him. He really was a walking contradiction.

You decided not to dwell on it, because you knew you couldn't really afford to think about him too much right now. You were trying to deal with his rejection of you. Again. Not to mention, the embarrassment of it. And the last thing you needed was to get yourself upset over something you couldn't change. You knew you needed to forget about him, and accepting that job offer was your first step in that direction.

As you began typing out your response email to accept the job, you heard something outside your door again. Only this time, you knew for sure you heard something. You waited for them to knock, but they still hadn't. Who would be outside your apartment at this time in the morning?

Sitting your laptop down on the coffee table, you jumped up and grabbed the bat that was shoved in the back of your closet. That's when you realized it had to be Liv. You'd forgotten that you'd turned your phone off, so she was probably coming to check on you. Typical.

At that moment, whoever it was knocked on the door. You walked over to it, the bat still in your hand, hanging at your side. You looked through the peephole and could only see the top of their head, as they had it dropped down. It was Liv's hair color, though, so you knew it was her.

You opened the door, as you said, "Girl, I told you that I'd call...." Whatever you were saying was completely lost when you were met with Ivar standing in front of you, both hands gripping the the door facing, head dropped toward the floor, breathing as if he was out of breath. You desperately tried not to show how shocked you were, putting on your best poker face. "Umm, Ivar? What the hell are you doing here?"

He raised his head, slowly looking at you, and his gaze then dropped down to the bat. Smiling, he asked, "What? Are you going to beat me with that thing?"

Not amused, you answered flatly, "Possibly. What do you want, Ivar?" You then sat the bat down against the wall and backed up from the door a bit, crossing both arms over your chest.

"Umm, I umm, I just drove around the block several times, and I was thinking, uh, you didn't, umm, you're still sober aren't you?"

That was a strange question for him to come back to ask. "Yes. I barely only had one drink. I don't see why that even matters." You rolled your eyes at his ridiculousness.

"There you go, rolling your eyes at me again."

"And?"

"You don't know what that does to me, how I simply cannot handle it when you roll your eyes. It, umm, it drives me mad."

Without even realizing it, you rolled your eyes at him again. He was being really strange. "Ivar, it's nearly 3 am. What the hell do you?..."

Moving so quickly you almost didn't even see his hands coming toward you, he cupped both of your cheeks, and leaned in. He looked you in your eyes, searching for something you weren't sure he found, and your heart began racing at his proximity. Before you knew what was happening, his lips grazed yours, tentatively waiting for you to pull away.

When you didn't, his lips completely consumed yours in a slow, tender kiss. As he deepened the kiss, you began kissing him back, the two of you quickly in sync with the other, quenching a thirst you both clearly had. Your back slammed into the wall behind you, and as if breaking you from the foggy haze you were in, you pushed him off of you and raised your hand to slap him.

He caught your hand, wrapping his own around your wrist, and roughly pressed it against the wall just above the side of your head. He pressed his entire body against you again as he began kissing you passionately, hunger taking over. Just as quickly as his plump lips began to massage yours in the most delicious way, he slowly pulled a mere inch away from your face. "If you can tell me that you honestly feel nothing, I'll stop, and I'll leave you alone. For good."

Breathing heavily, nearly panting, you tried to make your voice sound strong. Severly failing, you angrily said to him, "You can not bring your, 'kiss me, kiss me not,' madness to my home, Lothbrok! I can't take it anymore!"

Ivar smiled at you, and it infuriated you. "I said tell me you felt nothing."

"No, I can't do this. You want to kiss me, you don't. You want me, you don't. You want to be nice to me, you're a complete ass to me. You want to talk to me, you don't want to talk to me. You want to give me a ride home, then you clearly wish you didn't. You don't know what you want," you said, crossing your arms again, "So, I've made the choice easier by deciding for you. I'm no longer an option."

Looking you directly in your eyes and making you squirm nervously, he said, "You."

Your eyes widened, "Wh-what?"

"You. It's you. It's always been you. Since we were kids, Y/N. I want you." As pissed as you were at him, your body betrayed you. Your heart began to flutter, and your hands were becoming sweaty as you struggled to keep the tears at bay. You weren't sure you heard him right, "Wh-what?" you repeated.

"I want you. I-I always have. I, umm, I was just scared. I want you in every way humanly possible, Y/N. For now, for tomorrow, for when we're old and grey, for always," he looked at you, hesitantly, but sure of himself. "That is, umm, if you'll have me."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Just as I'd finally accepted that we'd went our separate ways and that you'd never be mine, the universe found a way to bring you back into my life, and I know I've done so much to fuck that up, but now, I can't just let you go again, not now that you're just right within my reach."

"To you, I'm just an asshole who doesn't know what he wants, but to me, you're my everything, Y/N. The sun sets and rises on you. You're the very reason I wake up in the morning, my reason for breathing, Y/N. My world just isn't complete without you in it. I, uh, I love you. I-I'm in love with you, Y/N, and I always have been."

You were completely stunned into silence. He reached forward and wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb that you didn't even know had fallen. He held his hand on your cheek, gazing lovenly into your eyes. Was this the same Ivar Lothbrok that you knew?

You blinked a couple of times. Was this really happening? Finally, you answered, "Well, umm, I guess, as far as apologies go, that actually wasn't too bad." He smiled widely at you as you added, "But umm, are, are you sure, Ivar? Are you sure it's me that you want? I can't do this back and forth with you again."

You dropped your gaze to the small space between the two of you, too nervous to continue looking him in his beautiful eyes.

He gently placed his finger under your chin and lifted your head back up to look at him again. "There's never been a back and forth for me. I've never been more sure of anything else in my life." He smiled warmly at you.

"But, Ivar," you began, but he cut you off with a kiss, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist, yanking you to him.

As he held you, his lips covered yours, slowly, deeply devouring you. His tongue gently parted your lips and entered your mouth to explore as his other hand held you at the nape of your neck.

All the while, your head was spinning, your heart was pounding, and your hands were trembling as you brought them up to grab his shoulders in a small attempt to ground yourself as this felt like a dream.

He pulled slightly away to catch his breath and rested his forehead on yours, his eyes still closed with a blissful smile across his face.

You gently placed your hand on his cheek. "Ivar?" your voice was nearly a whisper. He opened his eyes and raised his head a little so he could see you. Looking into his bright, nervously hopeful eyes, you softly said, "I, umm, I love you, too. I have for quite some time. I-I'm so in love with you."

Grinning from ear to ear, he snatched you up off the floor against him and spun around in a circle with you in his arms, smiling widely. "You don't know how long I've dreamed of this, Y/N," he said, letting you slowly slide down the frame of his body until you were standing in front of him again, his eyes never leaving yours.

His arms still wrapped around you, he began kissing you again like a man starved. He held you tightly, and one of your hands grabbed at his collar, the other tangling in his hair, a frantic dance between two lovers denied access of the other for far too long.

As the kiss grew wilder, hands roaming and squeezing, you'd slowly moved to the sofa without notice until you both toppled over, Ivar landing on top of you with a grunt. Jerking up quickly, he panicked, "Oh, fuck! I-Im sorry!"

You sat up, facing him, "It's ok," and began kissing him again.

He melted into you as he pulled you closer and then into his lap, straddling him. "Is this ok?" he asked, voice small and unsure.

"Umm-hum," you grinned shyly.

He leaned up and began kissing your jawline down to your neck where he nibbled softly and then licked, causing you to jolt forward. His hands gripping the outside of your bare thighs, he looked up at you for reassurance and then continued, pulling your shirt off of your shoulder, and brushing his lips across it, giving small, wet kisses, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Your head fell backwards and he reached up, tugging the hair tie until your hair fell down all around him as he smiled widely. His hand fisted into your hair, pulling your head forward as his lips softly brushed over yours.

Panting, you quietly said, "Bedroom."

He looked up at you, surprised, "Are, are you sure? You know, that's not the reason I came back."

"Unless you're saying you don't want to, umm..."

"Yes! Absolutely! Yes," he grinned devilishly.

He then slid forward on the sofa, and with you still in his lap, he stood up, grabbing you tightly on your thighs and ass so you wouldn't slip. Giggling, you wrapped your legs around him, "Well, I wasn't expecting that."

He took a few steps before looking up to you, "How did I know your ass was going to feel so amazing in my hands?"

Blushing, you said, "Oh, Lothbrok, what am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want," he grinned.

He began walking to the stairs where he sat you down and crawled over you. He trailed his fingers up your legs and then up your arms. He pulled your head back, exposing your neck, where he softly kissed, licking your skin, causing you to shiver.

Giggling again, you turned away from him and quickly crawled up the last few steps. When you reached the top, you turned to look back at him where he was still in the same spot. You raised an eyebrow at him.

"I, umm. Sorry, it's just that, umm, I couldn't stop looking at your ass," he blushed.

"And it's still covered. So, are you coming or not, Lothbrok?" you teased.

Smiling up at you, he answered, "No, not yet, but oh, I know I'm going to!"

You laughed, and he began to run up the stairs after you. You squealed as you turned to run to your room.

-------------------------------------------------------

Ivar caught up to you standing in your room with your back to the door. As he caught his breath, he spun you around, seeing the more serious look across your face. He panicked, "We don't have to...."

"I want to," you said in a near whisper, smiling and walking toward him. "It's just, do you know how long it's been since I was with someone that I truly loved?"

"No, but, umm," Ivar's cheeks flushed, "If it makes you feel any better, I umm, I never have. I mean, sure, I thought I was in love before, but umm, I wasn't." He dropped his head.

Surprised, you placed your hand over his heart and tilted his head back to you with your other. "How lucky am I to be the first! I promise you, Ivar, I will guard this," you tapped his chest where your hand laid, "With my life."

With that, his lips engulfed yours. Your hands slid under his shirt, rubbing up his muscular chest. You pulled away just far enough to pull his shirt over his head, dropping it behind him. Mesmerized by the sight before you, your lips were instantly on his skin, kissing his rock hard chest, worshipping his toned body, as your hands gently caressed him, causing him to softly moan.

He scooped you up into his arms again, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, and he sat you down on the bed. Scooting to the middle, your heart raced as he followed you, crawling onto the bed, as he kicked his shoes off.

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He sat in front of you, watching you fidget until he held your hands in his, pulling them up to his lips. He kissed each knuckle, never looking away from your eyes. Although, it was a simple gesture, you weren't sure you'd ever felt anything else more erotic in your entire life.

He stretched his legs out and pulled you closer to him, your legs draping over his. His lips quickly brushed over yours and then to your jaw, behind your ear, and down your neck to your pulse point. He could feel your pulse quickening on his lips, and he smiled into you before lightly biting you.

As you let out a soft moan, he began kissing and gently biting your shoulder, pulling your shirt down over it. His hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt, and he quickly pulled it over your head, revealing your bare breasts. "Oh, fuck!" he gasped, not prepared for the view before him. "You're, umm, you, you're beautiful," he stumbled over his words causing you to blush.

Watching you intently, his hand traveled up your side, to your chest, and cupped your breast, beginning to gently massage it. In his large hand, your breast was completely covered as he grabbed your nipple between his fingers and squeezed causing you to sharply suck in your breath.

His other hand trailed up and down your spine with feather light touches, sending chills all over your body, as he moved your hair over your left shoulder and began kissing your right one again. He held you as snug to his body as he could, trying to regulate his breathing.

You raised your head up and looked Ivar in his eyes. He cupped your cheek, heart racing out of control, and leaned closer until his lips met yours again.

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As the kiss grew more heated, the two of you fell to the bed, arms still wrapped around each other. He rolled you to your back where he hovered over you, caging you in, looking down at you and biting his bottom lip, causing your cheeks to redden.

He slowly lowered his head and began kissing you along your collarbone, chills continuing to spread over you. As he reached the middle of your chest, he looked up at you as if asking for permission. Your chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation, you shyly smiled at him.

He then lowered his head again, trailing kisses down to your breasts, his lips scorching your skin, where he sucked one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your nipple causing your breath to hitch, as his hand began sensually caressing your other one. To finally have a taste of you, your sweet, salty skin on his lips, his heart fluttered in delight.

He had barely done anything, yet your heart was threatening to pound out of your chest, and your breathing was uneven. You looked down at him, watching in awe as he continued his kisses lower. As he reached the top of your white, lace panties, he sucked your skin along the panty line, causing you to moan, before grabbing them in his mouth. You gasped in surprise as he began yanking them down with his mouth, locked tightly in his teeth.

You lifted your hips to assist him as he got to the fullness of your ass. Leaning up a bit and releasing your panties from his mouth, he sat up on his knees, tucked his fingers in, and yanked them the rest of the way off. Looking down at your naked body for the first time, smiling, he softly said, "It was well worth the wait. I knew you were going to be gorgeous, Y/N." Your eyes widened and cheeks reddened, feeling warmth spread throughout your body, at his words.

Holding your leg and never loosing his eye contact with you, he began kissing down the inside of it. As he got to your inner thigh, you let out a gasp when he lightly bit it and then licked and kissed over where he'd bitten. He kissed lower, still, until he reached your center.

He lifted his head a little, looking up at you. "You're still sure?"

"Umm-hum," was all you said, not trusting you were capable of words. He leaned back into you and slowly licked up your middle, groaning into you. You gasped and wrapped your hands into the sheets. Spreading your lips open with his fingers, he did it again, only this time stopping at your bundle of nerves, where he began circling his tongue.

You were already panting, and your hips jolted upward. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back into his face, laying one arm over you to hold you in place. He then licked up and down your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth, his tongue circling frantically. You whined and moaned as his name rolled off of your lips time and time again while he lapped you up like a thirsty dog.

The room was filled with obscene noises of him sucking and licking you and you panting and moaning unintelligible words. Just as you didn't think you could handle more, Ivar slipped two fingers inside you and curled them as he pressed them into you and continued with his tongue flicking over you.

He began moving his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace in rhythm with his tongue's movements, driving you absolutely mad. You tangled one hand in the sheets and the other in his hair causing him to moan into you, sending vibrations throughout your core. You screamed out, "Ivar! I'm, I'm com..." and you came in his face, him lapping up your juices with a smile.

You instantly sat up on your elbows, looking down at him, "Oh, shit! I'm sorry! I couldn't...." Ignoring you, he continued licking you as you fell back onto the bed, riding out your high. As your breathing became slower, so did his mouth until he stopped and looked up at you with a smile.

Looking back at him, blushing, you said again, "I'm sorry, Ivar. I didn't mean to do that in your face."

He chuckled, "I'm pretty sure that's supposed to happen. Well, I mean, if I do it right."

"Oh, you definitely did it right. That was amazing!" you said, still trying to catch your breath.

Ivar slowly crawled up over you, caging you under his body again, face glistening, staring down at you like you were his prey. You looked up at him, "I'm still sorry. What can I do for you? I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, don't worry about me. We're not finished, yet. We're just getting started, Love," he grinned. Your eyes widened, and he asked, "Unless you've had a change of heart?"

"Oh, no, uh, it's just that, umm, I've never. I've never had multiple orgasms before or even went more than once." Your face flushed bright red. "It's just always been kind of one and done, you know? Until the guy would finish. And umm, I was expecting you to uh, be upset that I already finished." You covered your face.

He removed your hand from your face and leaned down to kiss you before saying, "Damn! What kind of assholes have you been with? Well, tonight is gonna be completely different than that. My goal is to see to it that umm, that you're satisfied. Fuck the assholes who only think of themselves."

You reached up and pulled him down on top of you, kissing him madly.

"Guess that means you approve?" he grinned.

"Umm-hum," you answered, sliding your hands down his chest to his waist, grabbing his belt. "So, these need to come off." You began unbuckling his belt as he lifted himself up. You had a difficult time opening his pants because you were so distracted at his muscles flexing while he held his body up. He simply laughed at you.

When you finally got his pants open, you tugged at them until he leaned up and helped you get them the rest of the way off. Through his boxers, you could see his hardness already, and you gasped. "See something you like?" he smirked. Why was he always so cocky?

You blushed but didn't answer him as you sat up in front of him. You traced your fingers lightly over his tattoos, like you'd yearned to do for so long, and then began kissing and nibbling down his smoothe, hard, muscular chest to his rock hard stomach.

His eyes widened and his breath hitched as he placed his hands behind himself on the bed to continue to hold himself up. You glanced up at him, "Oh, did I do something you like?" You could be cocky, too.

He chuckled as you pushed him backwards onto the bed, and in feline like movements, crawled over him, continuing to kiss his chest. He shivered, and you smiled as you reached the band of his boxers. You palmed him over them, causing him to gulp as you gently squeezed. You then slipped your fingers under the band and began tugging them off of him, him raising his hips to assist you.

Once you had them off and dropped them to the floor, you were immediately drawn to his erection that stood firmly on his stomach, waiting for your attention. You'd always imagined he was a big guy, but the sheer length and width of him still caught you by surprise. You hadn't realized you'd been staring, but him clearing his throat with a giggle made you painfully aware.

Before he had the opportunity to say something that would surely embarrass you, you quickly decided to do something to catch him off guard.

His eyes never leaving you, you raised up on your knees where he'd have a good view, and reached your hand between your legs. His eyes widened as you swiped your hand through your juices that still remained, being sure to get your palm and fingers generously wet.

His mouth fell open as you then grabbed him with the same wet hand and began stroking him. "Oh, fucking hell, Y/N!" he panted, licking his lips.

You leaned just above him. Still stroking up and down his length, you slowly licked him from base to tip causing him to squirm and whine. Smiling, you opened your mouth and breathed your hot air on him before you looked up at him and licked around the head of his pulsating penis as if it was a lollipop.

Gripping the sheets, Ivar moaned, "Y/N, pl-please."

You loved the sound of him begging in such a way. After twirling your tongue around him one more time, you took him into your hot mouth, sucking as you took him deeper to the back of your throat. He tugged on the sheets as you continued stroking him with your hand and began bobbing up and down on him. You twisted your hand around him back and forth and up and down as your mouth and tongue began to work in unison. His hips jerked up in response, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Your movements grew quicker as his hand wrapped in your hair, him desperately trying to control his moaning. He was breathing heavily, chest rapidly moving up and down, with a slight sheen of sweat forming over his body.

As you continued your relentless onslaught of his twitching member, he abruptly sat up, pushing you back away and off of him. You looked at him, eyes full of concern, as he panted. "No, it's ok. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about," he grinned. "It's just. Fuck, Y/N, I can't. I can't take anymore. I need. Umm, I need you. I don't want to finish in your mouth." He breathed heavily, trying to gain control of himself. "And if you keep that up, I'm definitely going to."

You smiled, body warming with pride. You were about to speak when he suddenly shoved you backwards onto the bed. You giggled as he quickly hovered over you again. "Humm, you really weren't kidding, were you?"

"You have no idea. I've never wanted another living being more than I want you right now." Your heart skipped a beat. "You still sure about this?" he asked one last time, needing to be positive you'd have no regrets.

Placing your hands on his shoulders and gently squeezing, you said, with a wide smile, "Absolutely."

His stare turned serious as he lowered himself to meet your lips. He began kissing you as his hand trailed down your chest and found your right breast. He squeezed and massaged it causing your nipple to harden which he then squeezed between his fingers. You gasped, his hand slowly, sensually sliding down over your curves, causing your breathing to speed up. "Ivar," you moaned breathlessly, clinching your eyes shut. He kissed down your jaw to your neck where he lightly bit just as his hand slid between the two of you and his fingers into you. Your back arched, pressing your chest into him as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you.

After a couple of minutes of driving you wild this way, he leaned his head up from your neck and looked down at you. He removed his hand from you and brought his fingers to his mouth. Never looking away from you, he licked his fingers and then put them in his mouth, wetting them with his saliva. "Fuck!" you groaned at the sight.

Ivar then grabbed himself in his hand and stroked a couple of times before bringing his tip to your slit, sliding up and down between your folds, teasing you. You rolled your hips forward, and he chuckled.

Lining up with your opening, he asked, "You ready?"

"Umm-hum," was all you could say. The anticipation was getting the best of you.

He leaned back just a bit, and then he slowly pushed just his tip into you, causing you to gasp as your eyes opened wide.

"You ok?" he asked. You weren't used to this Ivar who was so caring. You nodded and he, agonizingly slowly pushed the rest of the way into you, bottoming out. Then, he gasped as he smiled widely. "I knew you'd feel amazing," he said, cheekily, causing you to blush.

He didn't move for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the sheer girth of him. Your walls fluttered around him, not used to feeling so very full. You were sure he'd reached your back, and you nearly giggled at the thought.

Then, he slowly rocked his hips into you before pulling back a little and then slamming right back into you. You moaned out his name in pleasure, and he did it again.

He grabbed your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, and held them on the bed just above your head. He began with very deep, very slow movements, his eyes never leaving yours, wanting to watch you, causing you to release a strained moan.

Ivar leaned down and kissed you again, practically giving you a massage with his mouth, his tongue darting into your mouth to circle around your own. The kiss was slow and passionate, matching his hips' movements.

Your entire body shivered and your toes curled. You tried to pull your hand from his, desperate to touch his chest, his back, run your fingers through his hair that was brushing lightly over your face, but he tightened his grip. When you whined, he whispered, "Not yet."

He continued his slow, steady thrusts into you, savoring it, as if he wanted to take his time and enjoy every second of being inside you. As you looked at his loving stare and his expression of what could only be described as emense pleasure, you thought that must be exactly what he was doing. The passion he held in his stare and expression could be felt in his movements.

You'd never had anyone look at you the way he was at that very moment, so intensely, as if you were perfect and he couldn't get enough of you, and suddenly, you were consumed with emotions, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. You broke his stare, looking away, feeling stupid and fearing he'd see it written all over your face.

He let go of your left hand and gently turned you back to facing him. When he saw your face, his movements immediately stopped. "Oh, no! What's wrong, Y/N? I can stop. Did I hurt you? Are you ok?"

He was so sweet and caring, and you knew if you'd seen this side to him before, you would have fallen in love with him long before now. "No, umm, it's ok. I'm just being stupid. I've never experienced anything this intense before and umm, I-I'm ok. My emotions just got the best of me," you sighed, blushing with embarrassment.

He warmly smiled at you as he brushed his hand over your head and cupped your cheek. Looking you deeply in your eyes, he said, "You're not stupid. When I said I love you, I meant it with every fiber of my being, Y/N. And umm, this is what that looks like. If you prefer, we can stop and give you some time. I won't be upset. I promise."

You shyly smiled, "Where have you been all my life?"

"Waiting on you to love me back," he grinned.

You placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to where you could feel his hot breath fanning over your face, "No, please don't stop. Just. I love you so much, Ivar Lothbrok."

He smiled as you tangled your hand in his hair and pulled him to your lips beginning to kiss him again. With that, his movements began again, slowly thrusting into you, only this time, he slipped his hand between the two of you and found your sweet spot. He began circling his fingers over it, causing you to stop kissing and cry out, "Oh, Ivar!"

"That's it, let go. Scream my name in pleasure. Let me know what you like!" His thrusts picked up speed, and he finally let go of your other hand.

Wrapping both arms around him tightly, you pulled him onto you, his chest, covered in sweat against your own. He rolled his hips into you languidly, his fingers remaining diligent on your clit as best they could in this position.

You moaned as your nails dug into his back, and you bit his shoulder hungrily. He gasped, completely intoxicated with you, relishing in the pleasurable pain your nails and mouth brought him.

Skin slapping on skin, grasping at each other anywhere you could, chests rising and falling violently, hearts racing, tongues wrestling, more obscene noises filling the room, the heat between the two of you was definitely elevated as Ivar began thrusting into you even harder. You sucked air in sharply and then released an intense groan as the pleasure swept over you, Ivar practically growling in response.

In that moment, completely dominating you, Ivar quickly pulled out of you and flipped you over to your stomach before you'd even realized what was happening. He pulled a pillow down and placed it under ypur pelvis. You gasped, and your eyes widened, beginning to panic as he lowered his head to your ear. "Shh, it's not what you think. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." And you instantly relaxed.

Leaning over you, his hot breath fanning the back of your shoulder, he spread your legs open a bit more with his knees and grabbed himself, lining up with your soaking wet entrance. In one, fluid motion, he plunged into you again, filling you completely and hissing as his back arched and head fell backward.

He pulled back and then slammed into you, then repeated the motion until he had a steady pace, the new angle making you squeal in ecstasy as you clenched the sheets in your hands.

His head falling forward, he breathed hot air onto your skin as he slowly kissed across your shoulders and down what he could reach of your spine. Your mouth fell open, and your eyes closed tightly as you enjoyed the sensual touch of his lips.

As his hips continued rolling into you, his hand trailed up your side, leaving chills in it's wake, and to your hand where he covered it with his, fingers lacing with yours. For such a simple act, it felt extremely intimate, your heart skipping a beat. He trailed his hot, wet kisses to your neck, scorching your skin, and then behind your ear. You whimpered, "Iv-Ivar!"

As Ivar rolled into you again, you whined, "Ivar, I, I need to see you. Please, I want to see your face."

With that, he pulled out of you and sat up on the bed, breathing hard. When you sat up as well, facing him, he grabbed your legs and yanked you to him, placing them over his. Squeezing your hips, he lifted you up, you immediately understanding his intentions, as you wrapped your legs around his hips tightly and grabbed his rock-hard erection. You held him in place as he carefully lowered you onto him, heat coursing through your veins as if you were in a sauna.

Once you were seated completely on him, he hissed, his left arm wrapping tightly around you, pulling you even closer to him. His right hand grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your lips to his where he devoured them.

You began moving up and down on him, grinding into him, as he released your mouth and began sucking and kissing on your neck and the top of your breasts. He licked up your neck as his arms tightened around you even more, desperate to feel you even closer, pure desire emanating from his very being.

He began to pant, trying to catch his breath. "I-I'm close."

"Me too," you moaned.

Ivar held you tightly as he reluctantly pulled out of you again, raised up, leaned forward, and laid you on your back onto the bed. Breathing heavily, he eased back into you and went back to his deep thrusting. You both were panting, completely out of breath, your nails digging into his back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He moaned out your name breathlessly, pleasure consuming your entire body, and he never took his eyes off of you. You clawed at the bed sheets, arched your back, and shaking all over, you finally came, like a tsunami crashing onto land, all over Ivar.

Stammering, his thrusts became more sloppy as he sped up, slamming into you harder and harder, causing you to wail out his name. This continued until you felt how he emptied himself deep inside you, your walls clenching tightly around him, milking him to the very last drop. You could hear him moaning and groaning into your ear as you felt his entire body trembling.

He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath, you both completely drenched in sweat. He laid there on you, head buried in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, while you both came down from your high.

Raising up to give you a quick peck on the lips, he softly said, "That was fucking amazing!" Lifting his hand to move a strand of hair that was stuck to your face, he watched you blush and then added, "But I've always known it would be." You rolled your eyes, and he kissed you again.

After laying there in comfortable silence for a while, your hand gently running through his hair, the two of you dozed off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, Ivar's head lying on your chest. You were both completely spent.

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You were awakened the next morning by the sun shining through the corner of your bedroom curtains right into your face. As you stretched, you almost had a heart attack when you felt strong arms wrapping tighter around you and pulling you closer from behind. Looking down at yourself, you saw that you were completely naked.

That's when the memories from the night before flooded your mind, and you gasped. That certainly explained the sticky film you felt all over yourself. Panicking, you quickly brought your armpit to your nose to be sure you didn't stink. Relieved and smiling at yourself, you lowered your arm and placed it over Ivar's, putting your hand in his, him instinctively gripping it.

You laid there in the silence, thinking of the night before, how amazing it all had been, how surprised you were by Ivar's actions, how you'd never experienced sex quite like that before. There had been such intimacy between the two of you, and you loved it. You still couldn't believe it had truly happened. Then, you suddenly began to panic. What if he regretted it?

As if sensing your panic, Ivar sat up a little, rubbing his eyes, and softly kissed your shoulder, looking down at you. "Well, good morning, Sunshine," he grinned into you.

He then turned you over to your back so he could see your face and softly kissed your lips. "I could get used to this," he said, brushing your hair away from your face and staring into your eyes. "Do you even know how beautiful you are?"

"Ivar," you scolded him, but you were relieved that you obviously had no reason to panic.

"What? It's true." And you rolled your eyes and began to blush. "Especially, when you do that." He kissed you again, and you pulled slightly away from him before it could get heated. You had some questions you needed answered.

His eyebrows furrowed in question, and you began to speak. "Ivar, umm, I need to, umm. What's next?"

Grinning devilishly, he said, cupping your cheek, "Well, first," he gave you a quick peck on the lips, "I thought that," he kissed you again, "We could maybe," he kissed your cheek, "Do, again, what we did last night." He kissed your collarbone, smiling widely. "Then, I thought, after a shower, together, of course, where I'm sure we'll do even more of last night's delicious activities," he giggled, "I'd cook us some breakfast. How's pancakes sound?" His stomach growled at that very moment, and you both chuckled.

Still smiling, you said, "No, I mean, umm, between us. Like, at work, do we go back to pretending like we hate each other? Like, what happens with us now?"

"Well," he sat up, suddenly becoming serious, "I'm all yours, Y/N. Heart, body, mind, and soul, to do whatever you choose. For today, tomorrow, next month, until the end of days," he dropped his head as his heart began to race. "That is, umm," he shyly looked you straight in your eyes, his voice smaller, "If you'll have me."

Your eyes widened, and you felt yourself trying to get emotional. You pushed it away as you answered, "Of course!" you practically yelled out, then, "You're serious?"

Grabbing your hands in his and kissing them, he answered, "I told you, I'm not really a one night stand kind of guy. I'm in it for the long hawl. I figure I'll look very nice with you on my arm as my girlfriend, and then, of course, you'll move in with me and eventually become my wife, and then, we can populate the town with our children," he laughed. "I love you, Y/N."

You raised up and hugged him tightly, kissing the top of his head. "I love you so much," your heart pounded in your chest as you both were consumed with emotions, "But we'll have to discuss that populating the town with our children. That's my uterus you're talking about, you know?"

Leaning up to kiss you again, he said, "Ok, fine, but we can still practice," and you both laughed hysterically.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few minutes later: "Oh, and Ivar?" you said as he raised up from hugging you to look you in the eyes.

"Yes?"

"If I ever need to take a break from your ass again, don't go tracking me down at my mom's," you laughed.

He answered, "Well, umm, you know, I can't make any promises," and you both laughed again.

~Fin~

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🐶😎 || via alexhoeghandersen on instagram

[synintheraven]

I lied guys this is my new favourite drawing by me 😭

+ a few close ups under the cut because I love the details and everyone should see them (;

[ivarandersen]

I’ve started watching Vikings again! And getting the inspo to write that fic I started like… 5? 6 years ago? … You know, back when I had free time and I didn’t have to pay for health insurance T_T

(All my old tags are still queued up and ready post so that makes life easy lmaooooo>

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Shades of Crimson - An Ivar the Boneless/Reader Smut Short.

Ivar the Boneless smut drabble request for @victoria-styles​!

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI! Also, period sex. If you don’t like it, don’t read on!

It is always the same, month in, month out, when your womanhood bleeds, he wants you more than ever. Yet, you are reluctant, sore and unhappy, always fending off Ivar’s attentions.  

“We have never discussed why you will not let me have you at your moon time, love. Why is it?”  

“I am uncomfortable, and it is messy.”

“Then we make you comfortable, put down a blanket that can be washed afterwards and bathe when we are done. Simple. I am not repelled by a little blood. Especially not yours.”  

“You always have an answer for everything, don’t you? A way to getting what you want.”  

He chuckles, stroking the wisps of hair that frame your face, his glacier blue eyes twinkling. “I would not be half the tactician I am if this was not the case.” And it is true. Ivar looks beyond the straightforward in order to see a solution. Except this time, his proposal is extremely simple. He pulls you astride him, mouth moving to your neck, his tongue swiping the column of your throat while his hands begin to knead your tender breasts. “I think you should let me.”  

His lips ghost the shell of your ear, hesitating briefly before he nips, making you jolt against him, your sex keening towards his crotch where you can feel the hardness vying for escape from within the confides of his britches. There was a point in time where he thought his cock would forever hang limp, like his legs. That was, however, until he met you.  

“May I prepare the bath first?”

His laugh, deep and rumbling, vibrates at the side of your neck, Ivar enjoying kissing a constellation across your skin before he replies. “I am agreeable to this. Just as long as I get to be here...” pausing, he grabs at your womanhood, a shuddered breath fluttering your clavicles, “as soon as you are done.”  

A few cauldrons boiled and emptied into the large bath later, and you and Ivar are naked upon your bed, your Viking beneath you as you kiss one another hungrily. You move your mouth to his throat, gently biting, making him rumble like an wolf sounding a warning growl, except you know the strike you’ll receive from him will be entirely pleasurable.

Yet, when he reaches to your apex, you tense a little, Ivar tutting, kissing you wantonly as his fingers skim, then push inside of you. “Relax.” His hushed tones instruct, exploring you deftly, making you whine when he hits delicious spots. He steals the cries from your mouth with his tongue, while you feel yourself gush against his hand, wetting him with a mix of your bleed and aroused dew. 

“Have I made a mess? Is it much?”  

He chuckles deeply, removing his crimson-tinged digits to show you. “Sweet thing, this is barely anything at all. I have dripped from head to toe in the blood of my slain enemies. Besides, this is yours. Everything from you, I welcome.” Putting the glazed fingers to his mouth, he sucks them clean, returning them to your core and continuing to pleasure you. When you kiss, you taste yourself on his tongue, the flavour of your cunt and the copper tang of your sanguine.

The wet between your legs becomes plentiful, with both your bleed and arousal, Ivar raking your sensitive, plush core, his thumb circling at your bundle of nerves, making you pant as your close your eyes tightly, spreading kisses across his broad, thick chest. Your tongue traces the patterns of his tattoos, your hand falling between you to grasp his cock, tugging upwards, eliciting a gravelled groan that pours from him.  

Positioning yourself, you glide down upon him, the slick grasp of your walls massaging his length, Ivar’s mouth greedy at your breasts, sucking your nipples as moans tumble from him, his hands clutching your waist as with powerful arms, he begins to guide you up and down upon him.  

The fever builds quickly, like a summer tempest, Ivar the invocator of wails as his thick cock cuts through your liquid silk, eyes shining like azure orbs, one hand moving to clench at your throat and pull you to his lips, bestowing wanton kisses upon you.  

His fingers leave trails of red from your messy cunt on your hip and neck, marking you with your bleed, your care over such much diminished now you have his cock snugly within your walls, dragging at your tenderness, sparks skittering through you as you begin to grind atop him with greater need. You can feel it surging, his chest vibrating beneath your hands with each of his grunts, panting against one another as he bites your lip, his tongue swirling with yours again.

It’s almost there, your hips pounding against his furiously, Ivar assisting what you chase as he moves his thumb to your clit, rubbing you firmly, smiling as you wail. It cracks through you, like the ice splitting across frozen lakes in winter, your voice breaking apart upon his name as you crest, his teeth sharp at your shoulder as he grips you, cock pulsing his release into you in thick ropes, mingling with the vermillion.  

In the aftermath, the sodden blanket thrown off the bed to wash, you both lie within the tub of hot water, you pains eased, desire sated, and Ivan’s sexual bloodlust finally quenched. Contentment abounds.  

[haseki-huricihan]

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Harald and Halfdan meet Ivar The Boneless

[victoria-styles]

I will never forgive Alex for this as long as I live.

YOU KNOW HE’S BREATHING LIKE THAT ON FUCKING PURPOSE.

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