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FLESH&BONE

TITLE: Flesh & Bone

SUMMARY: You are an omega who has been sold by King Ælla to a wealthy Alpha in Mercia, but before you can be handed over to your new master, another infamous Alpha named Ivar the Boneless has decided to take you for himself.

PAIRING: Alpha!Ivar x Omega!Reader (Flora)

WARNINGS: a/b/o aspects, violence, blood, sexual content!

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Chapters: 1. 3

                                                     TWO: MINE

The great chariot trundled along the uneven hills of the Northumbrian countryside, leading the army of heathens back to their post wherever it may have been. Rain had started to fall from the canopy of dark grey clouds above, blocking the sun’s light and in turn casting a gloomy grey mist upon the land as well as the intruders who occupied it. You curled your bloody fingers against the hard reddish leather of the chariot belonging to Ivar the Boneless and held on to steady yourself, not wanting to lose your balance and fall back against the Son of Ragnar who sat directly behind you, caging you in with his tall, armoured frame as he pulled at the reigns.

You were tense and silent and scanned your surroundings meticulously, eyeing each and every Viking who reached your line of sight. They are a hardy people, you thought. Both men and women crowded the fields around you, stomping forward through mud and long grass with either swords or axes in hand and most wearing amour that consisted of chainmail and iron plates adorned with symbols you couldn’t read. Some of them talked and laughed amongst themselves in their language which was impossible for you to even begin to understand, while others sang songs or argued with one another. A melting pot of different personalities that both intrigued and terrified you but most didn’t pay you a lick of attention, their focus instead on the land around them as they kept a watchful eye out for enemies that may have stumbled into their path. Most – except one pair of eyes that zoned in on you.

Meeting the dark gaze of the Viking warrior, you felt an uneasiness flood in your belly. He was tall like Ivar with long mousy brown hair that had been braided back against his head, though a few loose strands hung messily around his pale face. He didn’t look away when you glared back at him, and it startled you enough to turn your head and look in the other direction.

“What are you going to do with her?” The same Viking broke his brooding silence and you turned to look at him again, noticing now that his attention had switched to Ivar.

There was a moment of pause before you heard Ivar suck in a breath. “That depends.” He mumbled in response.

“Depends on what?” The other rasped, frowning at the answer he was given as if it wasn’t good enough.

“Depends on whatever I feel like doing with her.” Ivar snapped back at him and rolled broad chainmail covered shoulders into a shrug. “What has it got to do with you anyway, brother? Mm? Why are you so interested in my new little slave?” He mocked and you scowled when he patted your head with his gloved hand.

“Don’t touch me.” You muttered and leaned forward, trying to distance yourself from him though the couple of extra inches of room didn’t do much.

“Shut up.” He sneered at you and then smirked before casting his icy glare upon his brother once again. “She was a slave to Ælla, that in itself is useful. I think she will be able to tell us many things about our father’s murderer, things that we can use to our advantage when we go to war against him.” He leaned in behind you then, closing the space you had tried to create until his mouth lingered against the hollow of your ear. “Isn’t that true?”

You bristled at his raspy tone, and he chuckled at your obvious discomfort. It seemed to excite him to see you squirm, not that it surprised you in the small amount of time you had spent together. He was an arrogant fool.

“She’s also an omega.” The brother mentioned.

“Yes, Hvitserk – she is and your point being?” Ivar asked, giving the other son of Ragnar a dumb look for stating the obvious. The conversation was boring him now, irritation working its way into his hardening features.

“We are all Alphas. Bjorn, Ubbe, you and me.” Hvitserk continued, looking at you as he said it. “I think we should share her.” He said so casually that it made you turn to glower at him.

He gave you the slightest smile then, but you wouldn’t return it and instead turned to look ahead once again. How dare he? You were not a plaything to be used and abused by men, especially not these heathens.

“And I think not.” Ivar sighed, not sharing his brother’s enthusiasm.

“Why?”

“Because she obviously is disgusted by your ugly Viking face.” Ivar teased, waving a dismissive hand in the air as he leaned back in his chair, blue eyes raking over you from behind. “Am I right, slave?”

“I don’t want to be shared between you pack of filthy beasts!” You growled, not even bothering to turn to face them. You had, had enough.

“I told you so.” Ivar smiled at Hvitserk who seemed disappointed by the rejection but shrugged it off. “Poor little Flora doesn’t seem to like us Vikings seeing as she is a filthy little Christian dog, and she should remember her place before thinking she can speak to her King like that again!” He growled.

The harsh insult wrapped up in a very real threat made you swallow your pride and shut up, the last thing you wanted was to give him reason to torture you more than you already had been.

You spent the rest of the long journey in silence. 

 York, Northumbria

 “Hold still, if you move this will hurt a lot more but I suspect I don’t have to tell you this.” The Viking boat builder the heathens called Floki gently guided your bruised and bloody hands down onto a freshly cut tree stump outside the Viking homestead. The stump had Norse runes carved into its wood, and you wondered what they meant. “These shackles are far too tight; I am surprised your fingers haven’t popped off yet.” He giggled, his painted face scrunching in amusement as he looked up from your hands and to your face.

Obviously the both of you didn’t share the same humour as you didn’t see what was funny about your fingers falling off, but you smiled back at him nervously anyway.

“Don’t worry, they won’t pop off.” He raised his brow, seeing the fear in your features. Seeming to be conflicted with his own words, he hummed and shrugged. “The probability is very low, but it is also never zero.”

“Just take them off, please. I can’t stand having them on any longer.” You pleaded with him and he nodded.

“Okay, close your eyes.” He lifted his palm to your face and slid his fingers over your eyes, manually closing them for you. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

CLACK.

CLACK.

You winced as you felt and heard the metal give way, breaking from your hands and falling to the leaf coated ground with a thud. Opening your eyes, you sighed with relief and smiled at the sight of your free wrists. You could move them apart now and that’s exactly what you did, stretching your arms out either side of you and stretching your sore fingers wide before pulling them back in front of you.

“Thank you.” You nodded at the mysterious looking Viking who nodded in return.

“You are most welcome, now it is important to wash those wounds and bind them with cloth. You do not want an infection; my wife Helga will accompany you to the longhouse with some herbs that will help heal you.” He gestured towards the blonde woman who stood behind you, draped in a long forest green cloak that made her look like a woodland fairy.

She smiled kindly and strolled over to where you knelt and rested a hand on your shoulder as you stood up. “Ivar wants to see you now; I will take you to him.”

Please don’t, your smile faded but you nodded as she guided you through the mass of trees towards the once Northumbrian occupied town.

You followed her up a footpath and through the main gates of the new Viking stronghold, passing many Vikings along the way. Many of them were drunk now that they were safely home, drinking mead out of curved horns and stumbling around in good humour. Some were passed out, laying on the ground sleeping. Men grabbed and groped women in the streets, while Vikings and shield maidens alike practised their fighting skills with sword and shield. Children ran in groups, chasing after loose chickens and goats, their laughter filling the air which reminded you of home. You watched the community unfold in front of your eyes as you followed Helga uphill until you were faced with the long house she had told you about.

A great house that was indeed long, you had never seen one in this country before. Built from wood and metal with a roof covered in grass, it stuck out amongst the other shabby homes that surrounded it. Strolling up and inside the main arched doorway, firewood and freshly cooked food hit your senses instantly. There were three tables filled with warriors feasting on meat, bread, and ale. The longhouse was buzzing with conversation, but their voices slowly dulled into murmurs when they saw you coming. You tried not to let them intimidate you, but it was difficult having a room full of Nordic killers eye you down. Lifting your chin high, you pretended not to see them and pressed forward until your eyes fell upon the alpha who had sent for you.

The meat, bread and ale was thick in the air but so was he. Gulping, you let your injured hands fall by the sides of your damp dress that was filthy from the scuffle in the river. It felt so unbelievably good not to have those shackles on anymore.

Ivar sat atop a black wooden throne; his legs outstretched in a position that was comfortable for him as he held a curved horn full of ale in one hand. You eyed him as he spoke with his brother, patting him on the shoulder as he appeared to be sharing a joke before he turned and looked at you.

“Ah, there she is!” He called out to you, his smile fading a little and his blue eyes darkening in the flickering candlelight as he took a sip of his ale before lifting the horn in an apparent toast. “Flora, my little slave – I see Floki worked his magic on you. No more shackles… give him my thanks, Helga.” He nodded to the blonde who stood by your side who bowed her head in respect and stuffed a bag of herbs in your hand.

You looked down at the bag and squeezed it in your palm.

“I will, my Lord.” Helga smiled and gave you a caring look before she turned and left.

“Come here.” Ivar beckoned you with a wave of his hand.

You did what was asked of you and hesitantly strolled up towards him, stopping by his feet and exchanged glares with him. “Let me see what is in your hand.”

“It’s herbs to help my wounds heal.” You told him.

“I said let me see.” He breathed and reached a palm out for you to hand him the little pouch.

Doing as you were told; you handed the herbs over to him and watched as he opened the pouch and peered inside. Seemingly fine with what he saw, he tossed the pouch back and you barely caught it. “Just checking.”

“For what?” You bit out.

“That you are not a snivelling little thief, of course.” He smirked, keeping his eyes pinned on you as he took another deliberate slow sip of his ale, trying his very best to get a rise out of you and it was working.

You scoffed. “If anyone is the thief it’s you, idiot!”

The longhouse quietened very quickly, and you realised your mistake too late. Everyone had heard you snap at their King and watched on. Allowing your shoulders to slump, you parted your lips to say ‘sorry’ but nothing came out as Ivar scowled back at you evilly. His nostrils flared and his chest heaved and you prepared for the worst. Flinching, you closed your eyes when he snatched one of your wrists in his strong grip and yanked you close. You gasped at the pain and tripped over your dress, falling to your knees before him with a thud.

“What did you just say to me?” He asked lowly, his eyes wild with anger and when you didn’t answer quick enough he tightened his fingers around your wound and bellowed so loud his voice shook the room. “ANSWER ME.”

“I’m sorry!” You cried, tears pricking your eyes now.

“I should have a shackle made for your neck and throw you in a cage to rot, you will wish you were still with Ælla when I am done with you!” He spoke through his teeth, refusing to be insulted by a slave in front of his own people.

You sobbed, tears spilling down your cheeks as you lifted your free hand and rested it on his thigh. “Please, no. No, no. I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

“Ivar!” A deep raspy voice came from one of the tables. “That’s enough, let her go.”

His anger overcame him to the point he looked animalistic, a terrifying beast upon a throne but it faded once he heard his brother call to him. Letting his grip on you go, he looked up and around at the faces of his people who stared back at him. Some smiled at the outburst, others were unbothered and continued eating while some looked terrified. You collapsed at his feet, and he blinked down at you, anger replaced with regret and then anger again. Whether at you or himself or both, you didn’t know.

“Take her away!” Ivar commanded, grinding his teeth together as he regained control over himself again. “NOW!”

You didn’t know who had lifted you and carried you out, but when you finally stopped crying long enough to look around, you noticed a couple of women already tending to your wrists. They cleaned them and dressed them, and the herbs Helga had given you were boiled down into a tea. You drank until there was none left and then you drifted into a deep sleep.

‘I am sorry.’ You were running through a forest, your feet bare as you sprinted along a ground made of clouds. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ The voice echoed in your ears, coming from every direction and you stopped to look around, trying to find where he was. ‘I hope you forgive me.’ You knew that voice.

“Ivar.” You whispered in your sleep. “Alpha.” 

 When the feast was over, Ivar grabbed onto his crutch and grunted as he pulled himself to stand from his throne. He was sober with anger, more so than usual and blamed himself for what had happened earlier. Yes, he lost his temper when you had disrespected him, but he understood he had gone too far. The blood from your wrist stained his palm, a reminder of the pain he had inflicted on you. He took uneven steps down the hall.

CLUNK.

Step, step.

CLUNK.

Step, step.

Ignoring the drunken warriors who were slumped at the tables from ale, the King made his way out into the brisk night air. He could see each breath leave him it was so cold, but the weather was the least of his concerns. Looking around, he found an all too familiar face walking over to him with long strides.

“She’s with the healers.” Ubbe told him.

Ivar nodded, quiet for a moment as he looked over his brother’s shoulder to the healing house in the near distance.

“I –“ Ivar began, furrowing his brow.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me or anyone, she is a slave and she disrespected you.” Ubbe cut him off. “I only intervened when I seen you lose yourself in the moment.”

Ivar sighed. “I need to speak with her.”

“She’s asleep, drunk on those herbs.” He smiled at his younger brother and patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Nodding, Ivar watched as Ubbe disappeared into the longhouse before continuing down the street. The Vikings who were still up and out in the dead of night parted like the red sea when they saw him coming, a mixture of fear and respect in their eyes as their King hobbled past them and through the silk fabric that hung over the healer’s door.

“My King.” One woman bowed her head as soon as she seen who had entered her quarters, the other two following suit and bowing to him.

“Leave us.” He told them and as they left, his eyes softened at the sight of you.

Sleeping on a makeshift bed that was stitched together with hay and feathers, you looked peaceful. It was the first time he had seen you without a frown and he smiled, realising you really were angelic underneath it all.

Limping over towards you, the Viking gazed upon your face and then down to your hands that had been bound with white cloth. Dragging a wooden stool over to sit with you, he rested his crutch against the bed and just watched you for a while. It was when he was alone with you that he truly breathed in your scent, the intoxicating aroma of omega radiating from you in waves that settled in his lungs and threatened to drown him if he wasn’t careful.

“I am sorry.” He mumbled after a moment, lowering his head of dark braids. “I didn’t mean to hurt you and I hope that you can forgive me.” He reached for your hand and gently brought it to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to the cotton wraps.

“Ivar.” He looked at your lips as you spoke his name in your dream. “Alpha.”

Alpha.

Alpha.

The murmured word you spoke so softly stirred something deep within him, something primal and his eyes seemed to glow bluer in the dark as he gazed down at you. He was as in much confusion as he was in awe, you called him alpha? He was so used to being overlooked by women for being a cripple that he had never even considered that you, an omega would be drawn to him. But the way you said it. Oh, how he could have ravaged you. Such a pretty young omega with no alpha who had claimed you, well Lord Bolton had – whoever the fuck that was, Ivar didn’t care. The name had no meaning to him and it didn’t matter anyway because in that moment he had decided in his mind that you were his. Yes – his. And you would know it soon enough, perhaps you already did.

Leaning in, the Viking stroked his calloused fingers along your cheek and pressed a kiss against your lips, so gentle that he barely tasted you, but he didn’t want to wake you from your sleep. Especially when you were dreaming of him. It took him all his might to pull himself up to stand again when all he really wanted to do was bury himself between your legs and make you cum for him.

Biting down on his teeth, King Ivar leaned on his crutch and glanced at you one final time before he limped out of the house and into the night. 

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FORBIDDEN - I.R.

Pairing: Ivar x reader

Sum: Ivar is forbidden to meet up with the woman he likes to, one day, make his mate

Hello 😊 So, I recently noticed that I now have 200 followers and for that: thank you all for sticking with me! Really, this has been so much fun so far! A while ago I bumped into a post of @rosepetals-flyingbirds​. They came up with a writing challenge and I wanted to do something, but then I got sick and kind of forgot about it… Oops. But now that I am better and with this 200 followers-thing I thought why not? Thus, I randomly selected one and just wrote whatever came to mind. It is an alpha x omega one, but without the smut. Not comfy writing that. I’m not used to writing something from the omegaverse, so I made it a bit of my own. Mixed with all kinds of stuff. It’s kind of focused on the time before a man becomes an alpha. Hope it is not a problem haha. Honestly, it was kind of an experiment. I worry too much, I think. It is set around season four, when Ivar was still a young man. Still cute and vulnerable. Remember that? Haha. Hope everyone enjoys – and again: thank you xxx

The prompt: 46 – “This is chaos”

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At the edge of the forest, near the remains where according to the stories, the great Ragnar Lothbrok used to live, sat Ivar the Boneless. His eyes were closed as his chest went heavily up and down. His jaw clenched while low curses passed his lips.

The young man was fed up with the world around him. There he sat. A crippled wolf. Not respected by anyone. The only one of the brothers that had not left his home. The only one that was not a true alpha yet.  

At birth, it becomes clear in the first days if the child is to be an alpha or not. It was no surprise to anyone that the sons of Ragnar were destined to become alphas. And so, they were seen and respected as the dangerous and fearsome alpha’s they were meant to be. Björn and Ubbe had each left Kattegat to start their own pack with their mate, Hvitserk was still looking around for the one that could bare his pups and Sigurd had found his mate a few days ago. The mark on his neck was still fresh when he turned his back to his hometown.

And so, Ivar was the last and only son of Ragnar left in Kattegat. His trades had started to manifest already. He had become more aware of the harsh, cold wind that blew through the trees, yet he never felt cold. As the young prince made his way through Kattegat, he would often be overthrown by a sudden want to mark this territory as his. But most importantly, his senses became aware of possible mates around him. It had been a cloudy but pleasantly warm day when his nose first caught a whiff of your scent.

Ivar was sitting under a tree at the edge of the forest, that day. His fists clenched by his side while his mind pondered for possible answers why his trades manifested so slowly. He could feel the alpha inside of him grow with each passing day, and still with one look at the eager man, you could see and feel he wasn’t a true one. It was that sudden wind that carried your scent that made his pondering come to an end. Immediately captivated, Ivar had quickly crawled into the forest, not caring about anyone seeing him. His only goal was to find the source. It took him some time, but eventually he arrived at the end of the forest, far away from the heart of Kattegat. There, Ivar first laid his eyes on you. A young, beautiful omega. Ivar had quickly hidden himself behind a tree. He was careful not to let himself be found by his own scent or betrayed by the growing alpha inside of him who seemed rather pleased with the view. Like this, Ivar was able to take a good look at the one who seduced him to this place. Ivar couldn’t help himself, but a fine grin appeared on his face. He knew right then and there that he wanted you to be his.

The snap of a twig made him hide again and you grit your teeth in the direction of the sound, but as the intruder stepped forward Ivar watched how a relieved smile grew on your lips. Ivar growled lowly as a man stepped towards you. He was tall and broad. A wide grin was plastered on his face that was lathered with scratches and dirt while he proudly showed off the rabbit he had caught. Gritting his teeth, Ivar closed his eyes. He would never be able to attack this man… Not yet at least.

The young prince was more than glad to hear the word “sister” pass the brought man’s lips. Ivar’s eyes fell on your neck. He found no evidence of a mark. For some reason, you had no mate by your site yet, no alpha that had claimed you…

After that day, Ivar kept tracking your scent and looking at you from a place hidden in the shadows. It wasn’t easy. Every day he found you and the man you called your brother somewhere else. It looked like it was only the two of you, never staying anywhere more than a day.

With all those ‘visits’ it was inevitable that Ivar could keep his presence a secret. And on one surprisingly cold morning, your eyes met his when he was trying his best to hide himself behind a small bush. The frightened look you greeted him with, made him doubt himself, but he quickly got up and crawled towards you. He knew his legs could scare you off. But the man was too determined.

He wanted you. And what he wants, he gets.

Ivar’s determination was a real source of irritation for your older brother. When the two men first came face to face, he had laughed at the ‘crippled boy’ and asked you to change your mind. Still, Ivar stubbornness and capability to track the two of you down, made him change his mind. After a while, your brother had to acknowledge that whatever Ivar lacked in speed or physical appearance was nothing compared to his mind and urge to prove himself. And so, he let the two of you be.

Ivar looked up at the sky above him, snorting as he reminded himself of the unfairness in this entire story. During the past months, he had watched how his older brother Sigurd presented one gift after the other to the girl he now may call his mate. He gave her everything her heart could desire, until the day came his eyes turned red and he placed his teeth in the small bonding mark on her neck. Right now, Ivar was going through the same process. Almost every day he showed up with a small present, but to his annoyance your neck remained empty of his mark. Sighing out, he looked down to your resting figure on his chest. One of your hands was resting on his chest, playing with the collar of his shirt. A corner of his mouth turned up as the grey band on your wrist caught some sunlight, making it shine brightly. This together with the pendant around your neck were one of his many crafts that he used to keep your interest solely on him.

Ivar suddenly growled lowly, his face became dark as his whole body tensed up. If the Gods were not joking around before, then now they were straight up laughing in his face. For the only woman, aside his mother, that truly showed interest in him was you. And due to his mother’s love, he was hindered from enjoying yours.

Aslaug saw Ivar as her God, her love, her everything. And that gave him many advantages, but also held him back. A treasure is meant to be protected. And Aslaug was sure to protect hers from any potential harm.

And in her eyes, that ‘harm’ was you.

It was ridiculous to think that she saw danger in your eyes. But once convinced, it was impossible to change her mind. As a sole ruler and a woman, Aslaug may look fine and vulnerable, easy to be ignored or overthrown. But the queen has a few tricks on her sleeve to ensure her position would not be lost to the first man or woman that grew tired of her reign. She is known to be a master with words and always kept a practically close eye on her people. This together with her family heritage and famous background has allowed her to remain in the top position for all these years.

Ivar had shared this information with you but was surprised by your lack of caution. However, his mind was not eased, and his restlessness only increased. For he knew what kind of hidden power his mother possessed. She was not a witch like so many accused her of being, nor had she mages hidden in the forest with whom she could bargain with. No, her power lay in something much more simpler.

With a light chuckle, you brushed your finger along his jaw, effectively making him snap out of his racing thoughts. Ivar pursed his lips.

“You never take anything serious.” He grumbled, his eyes scanning the area while his nose tried to detect any indication of your brother, who went out hunting for food.

The small smile on your lips widened until your teeth were on full display. “I know when it’s time for fun, Ivar”

Ivar scowled and turned his head to the side.

“You should start having fun as well. Might safe your face from an everlasting scowl.”

That made Ivar growl again, although this time more playfully as he pushed you back and tried his best to hover above you. His movements were limited due to his legs. And once again, they made him hiss out in pain as he held himself up with his arms. The dark look on his face warned you not to make any bidding. And you had to bite your lip to follow his command. Ivar muffled a chuckle while he licked his lips, a futile attempt to hide his smirk.

“Oh, the things I will be able to do…” He whispered out.

Maybe it was the thoughts than immediately went through your brain or the fact that he was so close, but a tiny, almost nervous giggle passed your lips. The sound was like music to his ears and made the young wolf eyebrows raise. The confusion on his face, that only seconds ago looked so terrifying, made your laughs only increase.

Ivar dropped his head, one hand grabbed your side and squeezed lightly while his mouth curved into a smile. How was he ever going to get you under his control?

But then your sweet and light giggle got muffled by the deafening sound of a horn being blown somewhere far away. The sound made you and Ivar sit up. Your eyes dashing around in frantic search for your older brother. You hoped that whatever was out there would not get to him. While Ivar’s worst fear had come true. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight as he looked at you with saddened eyes. He knew what that sound meant.

Hidden in a chest in his mother’s chamber lay a long, curved horn. The object was part of her family heritage and was promised to him once he came of age. Although the object may appear fragile and uninteresting, the piece was famous for the consequences when a wolf would blow on it. A wolf trapped inside a situation where he or she can see no escape from, may blow on that horn. In that way, the Wolvenhorde, an ancient family of wolves will come to their aid. They are the most powerful and feared pack out there. And Aslaug had the power to call out for them.

With a firm grip on your arm, he turned you towards him. His face had become pale, and his nostrils flared as his voice got lower with every word that passed his lips.

“Listen. She knows. That – That horn was a signal. A signal to an ancient family. I’ve warned you of -“

You shook your head. “But, Ivar-”

“No!” He shouted. “This is chaos. You don’t get what we’re up against. You must leave. Flee. I-I” His voice broke. “I cannot protect you against them…”

A shiver went down your spine at the sight of your lover. The man sat broken on the ground; his eyes focused on the forest in front of him where the sound had come from, while his hand pushed you away from him. All this time he was dreading it, praying, and hoping to never hear that horn. He was counting the days until his eyes would turn red and he would be true alpha. Then he would be able to turn his back on this place, just like his brothers had done, and live his life like he wanted.

But now his mother had still power over him. And somehow, she had found out he had left her to be with you. She had used that horn to find her son. The Wolvenhorde was summoned. And their goal was to get rid of the thorn in her eye: you.

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Thank you for reading xxx

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Rut

Rut: Ubbe’s friend (Y/N) is a rare omega in Kattegat. A rare unmated omega that is. When Ubbe sets off on a trip, another wolf slips in to steal his prize. A/N: Pictures not mine, board is.

Warnings

A/B/O dynamics

Dubious Consent

Ivar being a shit

Chapters

Chapter I: Ubbe’s Rut

Chapter II: He Wins

Chapter III: The First Bite

Chapter IV: She Needs Both

Chapter V: The Second Bite

Epilogue: That Omega Needs Both

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Curiosity furrows the Alpha’s brow when she turns in his grasp, but is quickly smoothed away by another kiss, her touch tingling over his scalp as he breathes in the closeness of her through flared nostrils.  Blue eyes search her face a moment, as if expecting to find some jest in her words; almost dreading it.  When there is none, he closes the distance between their lips once more.

His hands fist into the fabric at her back, just careful enough not to rip it in his need to pull her flush to him.  A growl rumbling up through his chest and throat as he kisses her soundly.  Only breaking away to catch his breath, nose brushing at hers, ignoring the flush of heat at his cheeks and ears, hoping she doesn’t notice with how closely they’re tangled together.

“You would have me as a mate, then, Astvinur,” Ivar breathes in question, somewhat raggedly at her skin, lips ticking up in the barest smirk.  “In all the ways one would have an Alpha?”

“I would,” she husks back. Voice low, croaked from breath lost in their kiss. And the strength in his grasp equally so, the clenched fists at her back no small victory. She manages a wisp of a smile, lips still puckered for more, brushing at his as she nods. “In any way for you, Alpha.”

Her heart hammers in her chest at her own admission, a tickling flutter inside of her stomach. To be so bold and truthful, submit to him openly and entirely. She nearly twitches from the brevity of it. Swallows hard around the lingering doubt and tilts her forehead onto his, urging herself to continue. “You need only ask it of me.”

[tistron]

Even through the bustle of the pack, the Alpha has no trouble discerning Mae's scent, as fond of it as he's grown. The memory of it filling his lungs as he bruised her soft skin. It sends a tingle along his spine when he catches it that late morning, following it toward the kitchen where he finds her with a few of her Omega sisters. Leans against the wall with his crutch before him and watches as they go about their work, a smirk curling his lips at his mouthprint peaking from her collar.

@alpha-ivartheboneless

Mae is tending to a flat cake of bread when she hears Ivar’s footsteps approaching, a smile already forming on her face. When the familiar scent enters the kitchen she glances over her shoulder, his smirk making her blush, before turning to the girl standing next to her.

“Don’t let it burn, Frida.” Frida murmurs something incomprehensible in response but shuffles to take the place in front of the embers. Mae hurriedly wipes her hands as she rounds a table. There’s a strange, but pleasant, sensation at her neck, like the bruise there is blooming all over again just at the sight of the Alpha.

“Alpha,” she beams at him “come to inspect my work, have you?”

[hornyorca]

Flesh.

AU! — Alpha!Ivar x Omega!Reader.

so, this is going to some A/B/O AU’s i’m gonna be making for vikings. a lot of people liked the idea, apparently, so, of course the first one is going to be Ivar. 

let’s see if i can do the smut again guys. it’s been years since i’ve written anything this detailed. hopefully this turns out okay.

i’m so sorry for the damage anyone gets from reading this. i am nasty as hell. despite being a virgin like. just start calling me super freak.

i really need to go to church after this.

tags: @siren-kitten-his @bloodyivar @tiredofthisgeneration

this has absolutely no plot. none. i wanted to make it that way, but i knew if i did i’d make another series and no one wants that right now. i know all you dirty bastards want is sex. i know i do.

warnings(prepare this is a long list i just wanna be thorough): sex, cunnilingus, rutting, multiple orgasms, rimming, slight!anal, fingering, oral(giving/receiving), dub/sub, dub-con, slight blood, biting, slapping, kind of abuse, deep throating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), talk of impregnation, breeding kink, REALLY ROUGH a lot of kinks okay? just all together really fucking filthy raunchy fuck me running smut. i really wouldn’t advise reading this unless you need mental help like i do. please. 

A fool.

A hopeless, helpless, absolutely fucking pathetic fool. But oh, did playing the fool pleasure you in various ways, words not having the glory to ever come close to explaining. 

How he would look at you, a single glance searching through a crowd of people and your lungs would constrict, drowning in his raging ocean. A flick of his wrist, a feathery touch of his talented knives. A single word from his sharp tongue, rolling like thunder to your ears would have you on your knees in a matter of seconds. You were a fool each time for following his careful gaze; when his expression would be light, calling in a frightened animal to his jaws, comforting as he would ghost his fingers over the skin of your neck. His trap was laid out clear, not covered by any disguise, and you would kneel into it every time with open arms.

How could you not?

 It was simply nature, you’d like to tell yourself, a false hope on the wings of a flightless bird. He held power, so much power in his tanned hands, and it was not an option to follow your Alpha’s command  — or any for that matter. It was etched into your soul, your very core that dripped with slick down your thighs as you inhaled deeply, his rough fingers gripping your hair tighter, guiding your head downwards. There was no need to command you, you were all too willing to spread your legs for Ivar the Boneless, no matter the condition, but he was sick, enjoying it when you put up a little resistance as though you could actually think for yourself.

There was nothing too it, and yet, it was everything you lived for, your nose digging into his pelvic done as your forced your head down, your skull pounding under his grip. You couldn’t help but whimper just at the scent of him, how it surrounded you, ate you like a wild beast in the night, and with every passing noise that escaped your mouth, he would only laugh. He knew, of course he knew, opening your jaw as wide as you could, glancing up at his sharp features through your lashes, there was nothing but lust in his expression as his nostrils flared and your hips rutted against the air. 

You were disgusting, you knew, groaning in pleasure as he wrapped a hand around his cock, wiping the head of it around your swollen lips and tapping it along your outstretched tongue. “Fuck, just look at you..” Just his voice caused your eyes to roll in the back of his head, and the way you thighs quaked you could of come undone as he slid into your watering mouth. You wasted no time, whinning around his taste, never getting enough of his smell as you began working on him; bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue and sucking on him like your life depended on it. “That’s right, little lamb, just like that...” Ivar praised, a growl resonating in his bare chest, and you sneaked a peak up, watching his muscles jerk as her moved.

Despite the hot saliva dripping down your chin, you met his gaze and held it as you continued to take him deeper and deeper   — a dangerous move, connecting eyes with an Alpha, but the curl of his lips, mixing with a snarl only egged you further. He loved it when you watched him, when he could see into your soul as you swallowed him down, as you choked on him. “So beautiful. Gods, I trained you so well..” And he pushed deeper, forcing you to do just that, water building in the corner of your eyes as he held himself there, listening to your struggled gasps and gurgling around him. 

Holding your life in his hands was his ultimate pleasure. 

“Take it all, you whore.”

You keened, curling in on yourself as his pulled back, allowing yourself to breath for only a moment and a damn inside of you broke, your juices flooding the floor around you before he began fucking himself into your mouth. Ivar laughed, thrusting up with harsh, deep movements, keeping a slow pace and holding himself deep for several seconds at a time. Just that one word rolling form his mouth, and he knew all of your secrets, your fantasies that you had shared with him. “Did you cum already? How boring — you filthy fucking Omega.” 

There was nothing that excited you more than listening to him degrade you, put you down, and own you like you were nothing. “Almost useless,” He hissed, yanking you off his slick cock, forcing you to arch you neck at the angle he held you. Mouthing hanging open, you listening to him groan and his neck crack, looking at the pre-cum and spit that rested all around your mouth. “Maybe I should throw you to my brothers, just like this and see just how many times you can cum...” The snarl on his mouth was cruel, and his hand moved from your hair to your cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling your forward by your face. “Would you like that, you little slut? For me to toss you on your hands and knees, all needy and drenched in your slick, your scent attracting my brothers as they used you liked animals one by one until you were nothing but a cum soaked disaster?”

You were drowning, and there was nothing to save you, but your skin was burning as fire licked at every inch of you. You body jerked, quivering at the thought, only moans falling between your lips as you opened them to answer him, knowing Ivar loved it when you used your little voice. When you whined, and begged, told him everything you were thinking and feeling. Everything you wished he would do, only to have him punish you for ordering him around.  But tonight, oh tonight, it failed you. There was no pleasure or amusement in him now, his head pulling back before jerking forward, and something warm splattered on your cheek where bruises would surly show soon. “What was that, bitch? Use your words.”

“N-no..” You whimpered, keeping your hands on your thighs obediently, digging your nails into the thick flesh there, wanting nothing more than you reach out and touch him  — to remind him that he was all you wanted, all you had, all you ever needed. 

“No?” Ivar echoed, quirking his brow and the corner of his mouth twitched up, the dimples displaying a false innocence in his smile.

You shook your head the best you could despite his vice grip, another whine erupting from you, your legs slowly spreading out as you began to rut against the air. Your back arched, baring yourself to him, submitting once more and he loosened up, allowing you to speak. “O-only you, Alpha. Want only you, only your cock..”

He hummed for a moment, his tongue darting out over thick lips, head tilting to the side as he kept a cap on his hormones, despite the clenching you could see the quivering of his muscles, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Prove it.”

Shock came over your features, and for some reason, you could feel pain erupt within your body. It was no secret that Ivar did not trust anyone, but you? You had given him everything you had, and more if possible. You would give him the world on it’s knees if you had the strength to do so. “What?” Came a dumb reply, your eyes widening.

“Are you deaf?” Exhaling sharply, like a dry laugh, he let go of your face completely, confusing you thoroughly until you were tossed to the side, a burning sensation creeping across your face and tears welled up in your eyes. But if only, it seemed to fuel the slick dirtying your body and the lust pooled in you belly. “If you make me repeat myself one more time tonight, bitch, you will be sleeping outside with the real dogs.”

Reaching down, you whined at his threat and the new grip he had on your hair, pulling you up and forward until you were on your sore knees, the wood work causing them to scrape and bleed. Again to night, you were at his face, but he only hissed at you, bringing up his free hand to stab his finger against your skull. “Since you are obviously too fucking stupid to understand...” Came his snarl, causing you to flinch as his breath ran over your nose and more slick leaked down your legs. “I want you to prove to me that I am the only one.”

Never would you admit it out-loud, but for a split-second, the tone in his voice changed as did the look in his eye, causing a part of you to fall further under his spell and soften, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and he was ready to snap again. “Anything, Alpha  — anything you want.”

“If you are true to me  —  if  —  you will bare my mark...” He murmured, running the tips of his fingers on his free hand across the mating gland that rested on your neck, but it trailed down past your hardened nipples, to your womb. “And my pups.”

Honestly, just the thought of those two things could of had you cumming and rutting on his leg right there, which you did a little bit, causing him to grin, his hand flying down to your dripping center. Ivar wasted no time in pressing two fingers into your dripping cunt and curling them, causing you to howl in pleasure, grinding down against them, pushing them deeper. “Hmm, something tells me you’d be more than happy too.”

“Y-yes! Alpha, please, I — “

Pulling his fingers out, he did not remove them from your slick womanhood, only seeming to pet your cunt while he whispered a praise in your ear, listening to you come undone for the second time that night. “Such a good, good little Omega for me..”

You nodded, whimpering as he practically picked you up in his arms, your body curling around his warmth and he turned on the bed, tossing you under him, and you caught a slight glimpse of your slick glistening on his abs and arms. Resting his weight on one arm, Ivar brought up the hand that had currently been pleasing you in front of his face, his nostril flaring as he inhaled deeply, black exploding over the blue in his eyes. “You smell so fucking good...” He moaned obscenely, seemingly having trouble not sucking your juices off. Instead, he peered down at you, offering his hand out to you. “Tell me, little lamb, does it taste sweet?”

Obediently, and oh so good, your mouth opened once more, your tongue rolling forth and waiting for him. They descended with a chuckle, until your lips wrapped around the two fingers and you began to suck, swirling your tongue around them with disgusting noises vibrating against his flesh. He left them still, burning his gaze into your as you drug your head back, your teeth slightly scraping his skin and you popped of them, a string of saliva connecting you. “Not as good as you,” Your voice cracked slightly as you purred, letting your eyes droop at him.

“I can’t wait.” Watching as he continued to smile at you, confusion ran through your brain until the world around you shift with a gasp   — you were once again on your knees, supporting yourself with your forearms, and his hands were spreading your legs painfully a part. Skin met skin and you squealed, surging forward until blunt fingers dug into your burning ass. “Do not let that ass drop until I tell you.”

There was no chance to reply when you mouth fell open, a scream erupted from your lips as he began to feast on your succulent cunt, drinking the nectar that poured from you, only for him to drink. But you were burning, sweat slicking your skin as you quivered and shook, your fingers clutching onto the soft furs below you for your life. You could not help the gush of slick that came from your core quickly. He had done so much to you already, teased you, plucked at you, explored you, those things he would say to you. But you had to bury your face forward and shove your back to keep it from falling to the bed, wanting nothing more than to please him. But one orgasm would not stop him from eating like a starving man, despite how sensitive you became. 

How he managed to hold out so long, you would never know, but all of the frustration that he would allow to build up, would have you fucked limp by the time he was done with you.

The sloppy sounds of his mouth on your cunt only pushed you on, especially when he pulled back and inhaled shakily, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you a part even more, causing a slight pain as the skin around your womanhood stretched. “So fucking delicious, little lamb  — could have me cumming before I even get to split you open...” And he continued, once more, his hands exploring every part of your lower body again, even pressing the tip of his thumb against the tight hole right above his destination, letting out a horrific chuckle as you squealed and almost jerked away.

Twice more, he pulled back, and despite how worn you were, your body shaking like an earth-quake, your vision shifting, you looked back over your shoulder to see him caressing your thighs. His face was drenched in your slick, but his tongue just didn’t stop licking the area around his lips. Ivar leaned forward, pressing his hands flat beside your body, and his slick chest slid perfectly against yours as you both met, sloppy tongue and teeth clashing over your shoulder, moaning into his hungry mouth as you tasted yourself on him. 

This was the moment you lived for, a weak hand trailing up cautiously and he allowed you to thread your fingers through his thick hair, whinning into your mouth as he met you with growls and moans, the both of you rutting back and forth against one another, and he was so painfully hard against you.

“Are you ready, my little Omega? Ready to fully become mine?” He asked, nipping harshly against your shoulder, and it jerked as a bit of skin broke. His tongue lapping over the tiny wound. This time, there was no punishment for not verbalizing you answer, only him praising you for being so good as you sobbed in pleasure, his cock stretching your cunt open in the most delicious of ways. There was nothing holding him back down as one hand gripped the back on your throat like a vicious dogs mouth, shoving your deep in the bed. He held you both there. “You feel this, slut?” He growled, rutting his hips, pushing himself deeper than you thought possible. “Every inch of me is inside of your soaking cunt, and it’s going to stay there until you’re filled with my knot, and my seed is drenching your womb...”

You only cried, tears spilling from your eyes as he began to move, snapping his his against yours, the sound of his skin beating against your ass as he moved, his nails digging into your neck, leaving red marks that burned in the sweat. “Can’t fucking wait!” Ivar roared, seeming to pick up the past, bruising you against him now. “Gonna fill you up, fucking breed you like the needy little bitch you are!”

Normally you would last longer with Ivar, but tonight was special. Tonight you would give him everything you had, even as you came for the umpteenth time that night, screaming out his name and his title, listening to him resonate a cruel laugh around the room as he dropped forward on you. You fell forward as well, you body jerking in the aftermath of another orgasm, and your eyes rolled back, but he continued his onslaught, pinning you beneath him. How long he was at it, you did not know, losing track of time among the tangled and sweaty bodies you were, you lost where he ended and you began. 

The only thing that mattered to you was the swelling on his knot, and the teeth that scraped over your mating gland. You begged, thrashed, tried to plead at him to do it, promising to stay with him forever. You never want another. Never. 

It was when he bit down, did you finally see a bright light, you felt another heartbeat in your chest and millions of emotions rushed through your body, filling you to the brim and your mind exploded, more tears cascading down your cheeks as his movements stops, a howl escaping his mouth as his warmth spilled inside of you. He collapsed, still connected to you, and when you could finally think straight again, you were on your back with his hands gently trailing your body, his mouth leaving tiny worships along your skin. 

Groaning as you joints screamed and ached at you to move, he looked up from your stomach, his blue eyes filled with slight concern, your fingers carding through his hair. “Are you alright?” Ivar murmured, completely changing from what he was moments ago.

Giving him a lazy smile, he crawled back up your body, sweetly kissing your lips, and pulling you to curl against his chest. “I have never been better, Ivar,” You assured him, bringing your hand down to cup his cheek, watching as he leaned into your touch.

It was his turn to stroke your hair, his mouth running along your temple, his lips curling up. “Allow me to clean you,” He offered.

You simply shook your head, not wanting him to leave you just yet, even if it was only for a moment. Curling in closer, you nuzzled under his chin. “Want to sleep in it.” 

“My, my, filthy little lamb...”

[ursulaismymiddlename]

I hope y'all realize there might be an Alpha!Ivar thing on my Omega sideblog at some point now...