Author’s notes: This is for the writing challenge of the lovely @youbloodymadgenius . Please go read their work, if you haven’t already. I may have cheated a little bit with the prompt, but when I saw it, this idea instantly came into my head. I hope ya’ll enjoy it!
Prompt: “I’m done. We’re done.”
Summary: Family dinners never go as expected
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“Come on Ivar. It’ll be great.” Y/N’s arms were around Ivar’s neck, playing with his hair as she knelt over him, keeping a knee on either side of his laps while he sat on his bed. His brothers had invited her over for a “family” dinner, but really they just wanted to see if Ivar’s lover was real or if he had made her up.
Ivar had met Y/N on a raid. Her father had insisted she come along from her village in order to understand the full cycle of being a Viking; from diplomacy to the gore of it. Her father was an earl and soon enough she would be ruling by her future husband's side and her father wanted her to be prepared. She had stayed in camp to help patch up the wounded and hopefully make alliances for her father. Her father's wishes were that she would find a fierce and worthy Viking to marry, never did he imagine that it would be a Ragnorsson, nor was he happy about it, but he loved her and so he sent his only daughter overseas to reunite with her lover. He however had not sent her directly to Kattegat to meet with Ivar, but to his trusted friend Floki, along with four of his most trusted guards. Floki had gladly welcomed them into his home, and in exchange she had brought him several materials native to her area for Floki to build with.
“You just don’t understand.” With a sigh Ivar leaned his forehead on hers, eyes closed.
“Well seeing me will shut them up won’t it?” He had told her of Sigurd’s mockery, and of all three of his brothers skepticism that someone who loved Ivar existed. He had told her all about Margrethe and what happened with her. She also knew, from plenty of experience, that he could in fact please a woman.
“Can we just not go? Can we just stay here, curled up in bed? My lips..” he placed a kiss on her lips, “exploring” then her jaw “every part”, then the crook of her neck “of you?”
She let out a small hum as her eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted to give him easier access to more of her skin “As tempting as that is” she took a deep breath and stood up, much to his annoyance. His long groan of anger made her laugh “I want to meet your brothers. I want to prove to them I’m real. I want to show you off and tell the world you’re mine”
With a roll of his eyes and head he grunted “You’re going to be the death of me woman”
“And what a great death it’ll be” she teased, leaving a small peck on his lips before walking out and into the great hall where she saw three men laughing and drinking. When she stepped in all their eyes turned to her with curiosity. She looked around at the great hall, it was her first time there and she was mesmerized. “You must be the princes of Kattegat!” She said excitedly as her eyes finally fell on them. They nodded and continued staring at her. It was her turn to tease them a bit like they teased Ivar. She pointed at Hvitserk “you must be Hvistra” then Ubbe “Uno?” and finally she pointed at Sigurd “and you...I always forget the third’s name. Not significant enough I suppose” and she shrugged. They looked at her bewildered. Did she really not know who they were? She was wearing fine silks and expensive jewelry, she must be someone of high lineage, but how could she be if she didn’t know who they were by name and reputation. They hadn’t noticed Ivar crawl in until they heard his voice
“Y/N… Behave” with amusement in his tone he crawled past her into his seat. That’s when they saw her break into a small laugh, amused by their reactions, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
She took her seat beside him pecking his cheek. “What? I was just teasing” she emphasized the last word as she made direct eye contact with Sigurd.
“Brothers. This is my lovely Y/N Gunnarsdottir” he brought her hand up to his lips. To say they were all taken back was an understatement. She was real, she was here, she was with Ivar. Tales of Gunnar The Blood Thirsty were what any Viking could hope for. He had helped Ragnar in their youth until Gunnar settled down in his homeland to take care of his people.
With bashful eyes she looked at all of them “Prince Ubbe, prince Hvitserk, prince...Sigurd” she let out a half grin after bowing her head to all of them.
“So you do know who we are?” Hvitserk laughed as he continued drinking.
“So I’m not too Insignificant for you to know” he chuckled as he emphasized the word you had used to wound him.
“Of course not my Princes” she reached for a cup of mead and drunk as Ivar began to speak of her arrival.
Before he could finish, Sigurd interrupted him. “So why is it that none of us saw you sail in?” He stared at her, with suspicion in his voice.
“As Ivar was saying…” she squeezed his hand under the table “My father sailed me directly to Floki for me to settle in. I arrived not too long ago” she put food in her mouth as Ivar dropped her hand to clutch on to his arm rest in anger.
“Or he dressed and paid you to pretend to be Y/N. After all. None of us know what exactly she looks like” Sigurd mocked nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders as he continued eating. Not even looking in their direction. “That would make more sense than the daughter of a fierce viking, that our father admired, falling in love with a cripple.”
Y/N looked around to the other two, both heads down not saying anything. Well no wonder Ivar was angry all the time, his brothers did nothing to defend him. And Sigurd, well Sigurd was just plain cruel. She felt Ivar stiffen and lean in to her “I told you this was a bad idea” she could hear the hurt in his voice. She couldn’t take it, that someone would hurt her Ivar. She was however the daughter of a great viking, one that had taught her to never bite her tongue in the face of the enemy.
Pushing her plate forward, and leaning her elbows on the table, she looked at Sigurd with her head tilted “That would just be plain stupid Siggy, to pay someone to pretend to love you,” she briefly looked at Ivar and smiled, the smile that Ivar knew was trouble. Before he could protest or tell her to just ignore Sigurd, all her attention was back on Sigurd as she continued “When you could just bed a slave with no free will.” She shrugged and then went back to picking the food on her plate “That’s much smarter for a man with not enough charm to get free women, but I guess you would know that huh Prince Sigurd?” She heard Ubbe choke on his drink and Hvitserk try to hide his laughter. Beside her, Ivar was staring at her with admiration and love. No one, aside from his mother, hel not even his mother, had ever stood up for him like that. She could also see Sigurds face turn red with not only embarrassment, but anger.
“WELL AT LEAST I CAN PLEASE A WOMAN!” Sigurd yelled out, desperate to have the last word, to be the one to embarrass Ivar. “Ivar’s legs aren’t the only thing that don’t work you know”
That was it, the final straw. She grabbed her empty cup and flung it as hard as she could, hitting Sigurd right on the forehead, leaving a red mark. Her vision went red, blinded by anger, she felt Ivar grab her arm as she tried to jump over the table to further attack Sigurd. “You know what? I’m done.” She smoothed her dress and squeezed Ivar’s hand “We’re done.” She heard the older two laugh as Sigurd stared at her in shock. “You got lucky this time because Ivar made me leave my guards and my knives at Floki’s. But I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you” She threatened, before taking a deep breath and turning to Ivar with a smile “Now. If you’ll excuse us. I have truly missed Ivar. We will be going now, to fuck until I can’t walk anymore.” She turned to walk out but not before winking at a bashful Ivar who nervously chuckled and waved at his brothers as he followed behind her.
As they walked out Ubbe chuckled “Looks like Ivar managed to find the only person in the world with a temper worse than his own”
“And with the aim to match” A breathless Hvitserk laughed poking at Sigurd’s red spot.
