Summary: Ivars brothers realise why Ivar loves you
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Being asked to dine with Ivar in the great hall meant that he was finally ready for the everyone to know you’re his. Though you’d been seeing each other for quite a few months now, neither of you had gone public with your relationship.
The reason seemed to be a mix of protecting you from judgement, and Ivar wanting to keep you all to himself.
Of course his brothers had worked out that there was something going on, and eventually came to the conclusion that it was a lady. Tonight, they finally were able to meet you.
They were surprised by just how beautiful you are and with how gently you treated their brother. They were quick to conversation with you, and even quicker to become protective over you. They’d never be as protective as Ivar, but they quickly viewed you as apart of the family.
As the night went on, the hall started to get more and more rowdy. Neither you nor Ivar minded, far too swept up in each others company. That was until a drunk voice cut across the room like a blade, and striking both Ivar and yourself.
“Fine! But if I win! I get the cripples woman!”
The man was obviously a drunk coward, too blinded by his gambling and drink to notice his volume.
The whole hall went silent immediately and all eyes landed on Ivar as he glared at the man. Everyone waited for Ivar to react, the whole room too tense to even breath. The drunken man now realising his mistake began to stammer and apologise, cowering away from Ivars intense glare.
Before Ivar could make a move to shout or attack, however, you were on your feet, ready to address not just the man, but the whole room.
“It is not the prince you should apologise to, it is me,” Ivars eyes went wide and his heart raced with both love and desire, “I am not livestock to be bartered and traded! I am a human being and you will treat me as such!”
Your voice rose to yell at the man, but quickly realising your surroundings, it became quieter, but no less dangerous.
“Now you will leave here or I will have someone escort you out.”
Nothing further needed to be said, as the man scurried away.
Ivars eyes couldn’t leave your face, not even as his brothers also stared in awe.
As the night went on, Ivar found himself growing more and more in love with you.
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Ragnar + Sons | They Get Jealous
{Vikings (TV) Masterlist}
Ragnar, Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar
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Content warning: classic vikings cruelty, possessiveness, heavy jealousy, threatening,
Ragnar
It is hard to know when he is jealous
He does not voice it or show it in his face, instead he remains dangerously silent
He would watch you with the man for ages, sitting in his seat, tankard in hand, just observing the interaction with his blood boiling hotter each minute
And you would grow nervous when you notice his gaze, your eyes flickering over every now and then and trying to end the conversation
But you nearly wince when the flirtatious man does not let up, but instead places a hand on your upper thigh
Ragnar appears out of nowhere between you two, separating your conversation and getting in the other man's face, which now has beads of sweat gathering
"Are they so interesting to you? I would not get my hopes up in knowing more, unless you'd like to have a talk outside with me."
He remains quiet when the man has fled, staying by your side, almost like he is trying to state his claim
And in private later, he is quick to pin you to the wall, laughing in your face as you squirm
"You really enjoy testing my patience, do you not?"
Bjorn
He is so terrible at hiding his jealousy
The type of man to interrupt immediately, because even the thought of you being desired by another man in the way that he desires you is enough to make his jaw clench
He stands up straight away when he sees the tall stranger lean against the wall next to you, trapping you in with his form and making you grow nervous
And he's not gentle either, he grips the man's shoulders and pulls his back roughly
Giving a rough glare while doing so, he then pulls you to his chest, growling out a "Sorry, they are with me."
And you cannot help but chuckle against his chest at the jealousy basically smoking off of him
He is also a lecturer to you about it, bringing it up later and saying that you need to be more careful because he may not always be around to save you from perverted men
And he becomes quite velcro, not leaving your side for hours after it happened, in fear that the same man would try his luck again if he catches you alone
away from your guard dog
Ubbe
Ubbe drives himself insane with his own jealousy
It is not noticeable at first, and instead, it festers inside his head over time
And his pride does not allow you to see him like that
And so when he sees a man leering at you from the other side of the camp, even whilst he is sitting right next to you, he turns, kisses your cheek and walks away without explanation
But much to your ignorance, he had wandered over to the man with a dagger hidden in his hand, and held it to his throat quietly
"I think you should be careful with where you stare. You might give someone the wrong idea."
And you notice that he remains close that afternoon
Trying to follow you everywhere, even into your shared tent when you were just grabbing an extra tankard, which made you suspicious
But later, when you're both alone, his demeanour breaks and he confesses his insecurities
Explaining about how he cannot bare the thought of losing you to someone else
Hvitserk
Hvitserk is a little condescending
He pokes fun at the situation, and his anger can come out in jokes and laughs to try and ease the tension that he is feeling
When the man you were both speaking to makes a risque comment towards your figure, Hvitserk cannot help himself
He throws an arm around your shoulders, and a devilish smile paints across his face
"Ah, be careful. When they smile like that, men always think it is for them. But do not be fooled."
But after the laughter fades, his insecurities come out in different ways
Such as recklessness, he will drink too much mead, start fights with randoms, and especially go after the man who started it
And it takes you having to intervene to have it stop
You grab his hand and drag him away while he continues yelling swears towards him, stumbling over his own feet as you sheepishly walk past the onlookers
But underneath it all, there is, of course, fear
A fear that you'll tire of his chaos, his wit, and instead search for another suitor
But he is not ready to admit that yet
Sigurd
Sigurd's jealousy has sharp teeth
He masks it with cruelty, with insults, with mocking words
The type of behaviour that is aimed to wound before it can be wounded
If he catches someone flirting with you, he is quick to insult
Standing from his position and spitting poison across the table towards the man who dared challenge his importance in your life
He tries his best to be big, to be the scary one, the threatening son of Ragnar that he wants people to see
And that is the only way he knows how to keep you; by scaring others off
But he has the habit of blaming you at points, saying that you led these men on and that is why they think they have a chance
"Do you often laugh this loud for other men when I am not here?"
His jealousy is tragic, and very fear-driven
It comes from a place of always being overshadowed, and he desires your attention more than anything, and so he hates to see it on someone else
Ivar
Ivar's jealousy is delicate, all-consuming, and immediate
He does not ask questions, and he does not wait for answers or explanations for behaviour; he simply assumes and does something about it
He sees someone smile at you, touch you, or even speak about you in a certain way, he is seeing red
He desires control more than anything, and he also feels that about your relationship
And so he finds himself being quick to re-establish his dominance, and making it known that he will not be dismissed
Even by you
Even if you don't entertain the man's behaviour, you still find that Ivar will blame you to some degree
"You think I am not good enough for you? What can he give you that I cannot?!"
Reassure him all you want, but he is hard to convince
It is not until you are both in bed, getting ready to sleep, that the quiet of the night brings about his apology
It is short, but you appreciate it
As simple as he does not know how to love or protect gently, only fiercely, and like you will get ripped away at any second
➤ warnings: Canon-typical violence, smut (slight dom-sub dynamics, incest, power imbalance, rough sex), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
➤ notes: This is way darker and more taboo than anything I have ever written. Once again, your media consumption is your own responsibility. please READ THE WARNINGS.
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Her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. Breath coming out in soft pants, he was angry again.
It was always scary when he was angry. But a quieter, deeper part of her whispered. It feels better too.
Shut up. She wouldn't let that part of her have any more of a voice than it already did.
Ever since she was born, the other half of The Boneless monster, her existence had been worshipped and praised. The child seemed to bring life and joy back into Kattegat.
While Ivar withered beneath his deformity, she blossomed under the affection and attention as the only living daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok.
Every single one of her brothers served as her guard, never leaving her alone in all her time alive. Even Ivar, as irate as he was with the world, could never bring himself to ever turn his rage towards his twin sister.
His beautiful, perfect little sister. All of 8 minutes more in the womb had saved her from the same malformations that plagued him. But he could never blame her, no, that was a rage for the gods.
When they were little, Ivar insisted that he never leave her side. He'd scream and throw rocks at whoever tried to take her from him, spitting venom about vengeance and blood eagling.
So they slept in the same bed, bathed in the same tub, and ate from the same plate.
When they were little, it was cute. Sweet, how close they were. How protective Ivar was.
As they got older, it became dangerous. The first time Aslaug tried to move her daughter into the new room they had built for her, she witnessed the extent of her favourite son's rage.
Ivar had razed the room to the ground, setting fire to the annex and nearly burning the great hall with it.
Ragnar dragged Ivar to the edge of the forest and beat the rage out of him, but the venom remained.
The people began to talk. Whispers about the relationship between the twins, that it wasn't as pure or sweet as it seemed.
It enraged Ragnar and Aslaug, but Ivar would not help the rumours. In fact, the first time word reached his ears, he smiled a grin big and wide.
"Maybe now they'll never send you away from me, hmm?"
So it was no surprise that when Ivar took the throne, he'd made his baby sister sit by his side. The darling princess of his kingdom.
Now, though, he was angry. Darling sister or not, he would not relent if anyone got in his way.
Apparently, a raid had gone wrong, and Ivar had lost some men; his temper would not calm in the face of this loss.
So she waited in his chambers, reading by the window, as she heard the shouting and crashing of furniture as the king threw his tantrum.
"Sister?"
At the door stood Ivar, chest heaving and eyes burning. Wordlessly, she set her book down and opened her arms, smiling sweetly.
She expected a hug, maybe his hands would slide dangerously low, but nothing she hadn't already expected from her dear brother.
But he pounces on her, before she can blink, the air rushing out of her lungs as she realises that he's kissing her.
He's kissing her like he's drowning and she's the last bit of oxygen he's clawing for, all teeth and tongue and violence. The only way Ivar really knows how to love.
It hurts her, draws blood from her pretty, plush lips, but she sighs into it all the same. This was her Ivar; the pain was pleasure in her haze-mind.
His tongue probed deep into her mouth, hands tugging and yanking at her clothing, ripping the fabric when his frustration bubbled over.
He shoved her down onto the bed, face into the pillows and pulled her hips up in the air.
Usually, he offered his baby sister some gentleness, tonguing her and coaxing a few orgasms out of her before driving into her.
But now all he saw was red, and gentleness was the furthest thing from his mind.
He spat roughly on her, but it was barely needed. The display had brought a burning into her chest, and she was slick with want already.
She looked back at him, coy and sweet, the picture of innocence in the most vulgar position. Ivar grinned back, eyes dark and glinting in the candlelight.
He rammed into her in one full thrust, seating himself in her all the way to the hilt. The moan she let out was low and desperate. The pain awakened her senses in a way nothing else could.
See, most of Kattegat thought that the princess was too sweet for Ivar. The goodness in the womb had all but been absorbed by her, leaving him empty and angry at the world.
But what they had not realised was that she was as much of the darkness as Ivar was. They were two halves of a dangerous soul, one that was damned from the start.
As he drove into her relentlessly, setting a pace so brutal it punched the air from her lungs. She keened into the fabrics of the bed, her peak rising like a flame being fed, growing higher and higher.
Coiling his hand into her hair, Ivar pulled her up into his arms, forcing her to arch her back almost painfully and breathed deep into her hair.
"You are mine, forever."
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Ivar's cockhead speared into that spongy spot repeatedly, driving her half-mad with pleasure.
Her peak crashed upon her in waves, as she shivered and trembled in Ivar's arms. Moaning loud and airy, so that half the hall would have heard her by now.
She was his, till the end of time. But he also belonged to her, wholly and completely.
As he pressed apologetic kisses into the nape of her neck, she smiled lazily at her brother and knew;
Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...soon...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn
Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies
Word count: 1511
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Slowly but surely, you were settling into this new Viking lifestyle. That doesn’t mean it didn’t have its draw backs.
“There just innards!” Sigurd half yelled as you tried not to puke.
“I don’t care its gross!”
“Its food!”
“Not yet it ain’t!” you gagged, remembering how he tried to make you disassemble the deer. You’d went back home a shuddering mess and luckily Bjorn said he’d do it for you. But Sigurd wasn’t letting it go, “What’s the big deal anyway? it’s done now,”
“Because you get the princess treatment,” he rolled his eyes as he continued to cut up his onions.
You rolled your eyes and tried your best to focus on the carrots. Then you heard a sniffle, “Dude, are you crying?”
“No!” he spat, “It’s the onions,”
“It’s only because you’re crushing them, here- “you tried to help him, but he snatched the knife back, “I’m just trying to help,”
Sigurd rolled his eyes, continuing to cut the onions through his tears, “Well you’re helping wrong,”
That’s it. you gave it. you dumped the carrots you’d just cut into the stew and stormed away, ignoring his protests.
As you made your way to the market you breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted Ivar and Hvitserk at a stall. They smiled as you approached but you just groaned, “Is he always such a control freak?” They glanced at each other before nodding in unison, “Next time give me a heads up,”
“You never listen when we do,” Hvitserk teased.
“That’s cause you give terrible advice,” you hummed sweetly, “You boys having a shopping spree?”
You had all came to a mutual understanding that you would no longer be explaining every little modern phrase or idiom since you wanted to keep your sanity intact. Now they just guessed and hoped for the best.
“I think?” Hvitserk said, “I need leather to make a new bag and Ivar just likes looking at shiny things,” he said as he nudged his younger brother.
You just smiled, confused by the slight blush on his cheeks and Hvitserk’s sniggers. Clearly you hadn’t noticed Ivar checking you out. “Mind if I tag along?”
Walking around the markets of Kattegat was both chaotic and oddly relaxing. You probably would be nervous if you weren’t flanked by at least two sons of Ragnar at all times. You were stood admiring a jewellery stall while Ivar argued with the stall owner over a price of a carved dagger head. Hvitserk in his true fashion was chatting up the stall owner’s daughter.
“Which one do you like?”
“Jesus!” you span around, pushing Ubbe back, “don’t sneak up on me,”
The older brother laughed as you let out a sigh and turned back to the stall, “Sorry, sorry. You make it too easy though,” he held his hands up in mock defence as he peered over your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes before picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like silver, iron maybe, you weren’t a hundred percent sure on what was used these days, but it was beautiful. An open bangle with a Viking cross on its face, Celtic banding going along the sides. “This is cute though,”
As you looked up you saw Ubbe nodding to the guy before they began to barter, “You really don’t have to- “Ubbe didn’t even respond as the men continued to haggle. You stood, unable to intersect, until eventually Ubbe handed the man some coins, “You didn’t need to buy it- “
“I wanted to,” he said, taking it gently from your hands and placing it on your wrist. You coughed a little, trying to force the butterflies out your stomach but when Ubbe looked up at you with a little smile you had to look away.
“Thank you,” you muttered.
-
Later that evening you were all sat around the fire after polishing off the stew Sigurd had made. “That was one good deer,” Hvitserk said as he laid back, resting his head in his hands as he faced the sky.
“Would’ve been nicer if I had some help to cook,” Sigurd grumbled.
Eyebrows raised at his comment but despite how petty you wanted to be you decided to ignore him. When Bjorn looked at you, eyebrow raised, you mouthed ‘tell you later’ and stood up. “Anyone else want more wine?”
All cups went into the air. You laughed as you grabbed the jug, topping off all the cups. Of course you started with Sigurd, not before asking, “More wine?” with a sweet smile. To which he grumbled a quiet yes. You rolled your eyes before turning to the rest of the boys.
You were honestly surprised Bjorn actually joined you all for stew. Ragnar had joined you all but skipped out on the post dinner drinks to go annoy Floki about some boat while Aslaug disappeared into her own world.
Not wanting to disturb her you all decided to start a bonfire a short walk away while you all relaxed. “Thanks,” Bjorn muttered as you finished filling his cup. He raised an eyebrow when you sat down between him and Hvitserk’s star gazing but didn’t protest. “New bracelet?”
Instinctively your hand went to your wrist, holding the bracelet lightly, “Ubbe got me it,”
Ubbe nodded silently while Ivar’s eyes went wide before trying to appear calm, “When?” he asked.
“When you were threatening to demonstrate all the things you could do with a dagger to the owner of the stall,” you smirked. Ivar rolled his eyes, but it was Hvitserk laugh that caught your attention. “What?”
“Oh, nothing you sweet summer child,” he teased. As Sigurd snorted at his joke you decided to be mature. So naturally you hit Hvitserk. “Hey!” he whined, rubbing where you smacked his shoulder.
“Are all Vikings horn dogs or is it just him?”
“I’d ask what that means,” Ubbe laughed, “but I can take a guess,”
“Hey, I just like a little fun,” Hvitserk protested with a laugh, but you just rolled your eyes.
Before this conversation could get any worse for you, you decided to change it, “So what Viking training do I get tomorrow?”
“We have to do training tomorrow,” Ubbe said, before giving his brothers a pointed look, “and no getting out of it this time,” he said only to get waved off. You saw a slight smirk on Bjorn’s face as he watched how his younger brothers interacted. It must be quite odd for him, you thought, being so much older yet still only being a brother.
“I guess I have been a bit of a distraction,” you laughed before laying down next to Hvitserk to look at the stars.
You didn’t need to look up to know Sigurd was nodding his head. “A welcome one though,” Hvitserk teased, his head rolling over to smirk at you. You just hummed at him, before turning your attention back to the stars.
“I suppose I shall entertain myself,” you sighed and before anyone could protest you decided to add, “and if anyone ruins my long lay in, I shall use the skills you all taught me to stab you,”
“You become more like us every day,” Ubbe laughed. The chatter continued but you found your attention being lost more and more as you gazed into the sky.
You couldn’t help but let your mind wander. Did your family miss you? Were they looking for you right now? How much time had even past back home? It’s only been a week here, yet it felt like a lifetime. Did they even know you were gone?
“You, okay?” Hvitserk’s hushed voice snapped you out of it though not loud enough to distract the others from their conversations.
You turned your head to him and that’s when you felt the wetness on the side of your face. Quickly you whipped the tears away, “Yeah sorry. Was just thinking,”
“It’s alright,” he said, a soft smile on his face, “What about?”
You debated saying nothing, but his sweet smile made you, “Home,”
“I’m sorry,”
“It’s not your fault,” you said, turning your head back to the sky.
“Can I admit something rather selfish?” he asked and when you glance over you also noticed his eyes were back on the stars.
“Always,”
Finally, he met your eyes again, “I’m glad you’re here. Even if it means…you know,”
You smiled lightly, “I’m glad to be here, in a weird, twisted way. I just hope someday I get to go back. I miss it,”
“What was it like?” he asked.
Your eyes went back to the stars as you began to retell your tales. Stories you once thought were insignificant meant so much. Hvitserk listened to it all. After what felt like an hour of talking you finally let him get a word in edge wise, not that he was complaining, “I hope I get to come with you, even for a little while. You can show me your world,”
“Id like that,” you smiled before you both just lingered in the comfortable silence.
