okay so i love ivar but literally everything is "i'm going to fuck you now" do you recommend anything i can read NOT hardcore smutty pls help
Of course, here are some suggestions!
Of my own works: Little voices and Just let me hold you. Both of these will probably get a second part once I’m caught up with the requests I have waiting.
By @whenimaunicorn: What happened under the waves
By @pokeasleepingsmaug: An army of Ivarssons
By @jordy—9: That was uncalled for, And I you and A Merkismathr, you say?
By @burntmythroatskullingmytea: Unwanted and This is war
By @ceridwenofwales: The fox and the maiden fair*
*Multi-chapter
And, as always, feel free to add to this list fellow heathens! :)
Ivar seemed to be taking his sweet time as the scenario unfolded before him. His face was almost expressionless, nonchalant, showing little to no emotion in those deep ocean eyes. They altered between the nun’s almost naked body and Erik’s terrified face - the man looked like he was staring at the angel of death right in the face.
But under the surface Ivar wasn’t as calm as he’d portrayed himself to be. Underneath the surface he was seething. Someone was trying to steal his beloved and most precious prize. Because that’s all she was to him, right? A tiny voice inquired in his head. Just a prize. A means to an end. A tiny lapdog or a lamb he could drag around on a leash, to keep him entertained when he was bored. No, Y/N was not just that - and Ivar has been lying to himself for quite some time now.
Granted, he liked the stories. The tales about the Christian god and all the miracles he performed. His heathen heart sped up just a tad bit in her presence when he felt the strength of her belief whenever she clutched onto the simple wooden cross hanging from her neck. He allowed it because however insignificant this little piece of wood was - to her it seemed priceless. More precious than any piece of silver and gold they robbed from the temples.
“I’m going to make an example out of you, Erik.” Ivar said eventually, his tone deceptively even. Almost musical. “Get up. Y/N. Get up.” he prompted the nun. An expression of sheer horror flashed across his face, but the warrior did not speak. “Walk out. Walk out now.” Ivar instructed, and Erik obeyed without another world, looking every bit like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
“Fix yourself, nun. Then join us. You should see this too.” Ivar said without even taking his eyes off of his new prey.
Y/N adjusted herself shakily, covering every bit of skin that was revealed to the lecherous man that was about to meet his ruthless end soon, for his crime. A part of her almost pitied him because overtime, she had learned to know Ivar and what he could be like when someone had tried to take away his toy. The thought that she was merely a toy to him hurt, a lot. But she had a feeling it was going to hurt Erik much much more.
By the time Y/N walked out, joining the roaring crowd outside, she could spot Ivar standing in the middle of the circle. His men stood behind him and Erik was kneeling on the floor. She had heard of the blood eagle before - terrifying tales of betrayal never going unpunished. Of lungs being pulled out and spines exposed, left out to freeze all night - only to be snapped like a twig at the crack of dawn.
At first she couldn’t see too well, but Ivar’s hands were clearly preoccupied. She could see his face though. And his face wore an expression of great effort. The closer she grew, the more she could hear. The sound of cracking bones over the laughter and cheering of the people was barely audible at first. But once her eyes registered the sight before her - it was all she could hear.
Ivar was removing Erik’s fingers one by one. With each finger he tore off, another roar of agony pierced the cold night air. He threw them into a pile at Y/N’s feet without even looking at her. How strange. It was almost like he could sense her presence, somehow.
Erik fell forward, the snow around him now stained crimson red. He sobbed, his long hair hiding a good portion of his face. “Good god.” Y/N’s voice betrayed her just when Ivar’s eyes found hers. All these contradicting emotions were raging inside her. Horror. Gratitude. Disgust. Mercy. Anger.
Ivar’s eyes are hollow as he tears them away from her, raising his bloodied hands as if he was intending to hug his blood-thirsty crowd. They’re cheering for him. They love their fearless leader.
He smiles for a split second. Revealing his lovely pearly whites that she’s learned to appreciate over time. But she knows his charm is just a beautiful mask. He is a killer. “Let every man, woman and child in Kattegat know!” He roared out of the blue, catching his crowd off guard. “This is the price you pay for trying to steal what is mine. And Erik’s end is nowhere near, although I’m sure he wishes it to be.” Ivar announced, stepping closer to the fingerless man bleeding on the ground.
“By the time I will be done with him, he will beg for death.”
At one point Y/N looks away, but Ivar makes her watch. His roar is more than enough to let her know he means business. So she continues to watch as Erik transforms into...something she can barely recognize.
When his voice finally dies down every tear on Y/N’s face has dried off. His soul, as she believed, left his body - and all that was left behind was an exceptionally messy meat suit. The thought makes her want to hurl.
Once the crowd is dispersed Ivar takes Y/N’S hand, leading her back into the hall and through his bedroom. A slave girl soon rushes over with water and clothes. Noticing the cleaning tools, Y/N turns to look at Ivar, only to realize there is blood everywhere - on his neck, his forearms, his chest. Ivar begins to remove his blood-splattered clothes and for a few moments he acts like she doesn’t exist, like he’s all alone. Y/N watches silently.
Eventually he speaks.
“I would like to know what you must be thinking of me right now, nun.” He says, and the way he expresses the word “nun” makes her uneasy. Clearing her throat, Y/N speaks. “I...am in awe. Speechless.” she admits. Ivar doesn’t seem happy. His expression is unreadable, blocked.
“Have you got nothing to say?” he asks after a long moment, his eyes looking like hard pebbles.
Eyeing the slavegirl, Y/N is uncomfortable, unwilling to speak freely. Ivar nods and eyes the girl as she intends to move closer to wash him. “Leave us.” he commands and the girl scurries away.
“I’m grateful...but...executions aren’t something to be taken lightly in my world, Ivar.” Y/N explains. The thought of a life being taken so swiftly, so brutally. An entire lineage being cut off as if one had merely plucked a blade of grass. Nothing more.
“Yes, we’ve spoken of this before many times.” Ivar muses, then eyes the cloth and pot of water that was left beside his bed. He sits down and eyes Y/N wearily for a long moment before reaching out a hand.
this is the first part of hopefully a full story, it started as a one shot \imagine request. i’ll just use it for reference as an Expo, you can find it here.
so far the first part is rather short. i do aspire to write longer parts in the future but right now i’m still feeling out the story and the background \setting so i hope you understand, and of course let me know if you prefer longer \shorter parts too!
author’s note:
during the writing of this part i’ve listened to probably my favorite From First To Last song (hence the graphic title); “And We All Have A Hell”. the song is disturbing; obsessive behavior, rape-y behavior, abuse... you’ve been warned. thought i’d attach it in case someone clicks into the same vibe.
thank you for your lovely comments. reblog if you like bc sharing is caring!
“Tell me something. Where is Y/N?” Ivar asks one of the slave girls as she approaches the table to pour him some ale.
“I don’t know, I think she went to fetch some water because I saw her carrying the buckets earlier.” The girl stuttered as Ivar’s piercing eyes studied her closely. “M-my king,” she curtsied. Ivar’s expression hardened at once.
A lot has changed over the years, and he’d grown into a powerful young king, effectively eliminating all of his enemies to he was the last man sitting on the throne. But apparently, not enough has changed.
Y/N was still insisting on her daily prayers. Most of the people of Kattegat treated her like an outsider and sometimes even a slave, even though he’d already made it clear to her, countless times before, that she was a free woman in Kattegat. He always made sure to emphasize that last bit, because he knew that if he truly gave her the option to choose - his beloved nun would choose to go back to her homeland in a heartbeat. And he, the mighty Ivar, would lose his beloved nun forever.
“How many times do I have to say this before someone listens? Do I need to cut someone’s ear off? I have said this over and over and over again.” his nostrils began to flare a little as he sat up in his chair, stretching. His jawline clenched angrily and he looked truly menacing. The slave girl did not dare to meet his fiery gaze.
“I do not want Y/N to carry those heavy buckets. And especially not on her own. Ask one of the men who guard my door to accompany you and bring Y/N back here.” Ivar instructed almost lifelessly.
His soul was in pain. With no rest and no way to alleviate the suffering. He could still remember the first time Y/N tried to explain to him what a soul was. At first he thought it was idiotic, ludicrous even. But after nearly two years spent with the beautiful nun, listening to her stories and basking in her goodness - Ivar thought he was beginning to understand what a soul was.
A piece of the divine.
A piece that represented all things unearthly and ethereal.
He swallowed as the thought descended upon him like a cloud, a dark cloud of realization.
Y/N was the piece, the missing piece.
So maybe, if he even had a soul...it should belong to her?
Matters of the Heart: After taking your little sister for a second wife, Ivar believes he has solved his problems. But when King Alfred arrives in Kattegat, the Gods decide to stir the waters.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Betrayal
Part I here
Part III here
Part IV here
Part V here
Part VI here
Finale here
Deleted Scene here
White Lies AU - Bitter Fruits here
The next few days were difficult at best.
As Eiriana was being settled into the estate, you were being neglected. Ivar gave his Coin Master instruction to let her spend to her hearts content. Naturally, this meant a steady stream of servants and merchants moving about the place.
Still, despite your sister being busy with her shopping, your so-called husband hardly found time to be around you. And you knew it was intentional. He knew very well that you had a great deal to say about his actions and even more questions.
However, when you ran across each other other, he always waved you off.
Stating that he had much to work on his hands.
This was an amusing lie. Because when he did manage to free himself from his Kingly duties, he always sent for Eiriana, not you. Even at evening meals; with each of you seated beside him; he hardly gazed in your direction. Sure he would fill you in on the happenings of Kattegat, but he never said anything of substance.
Ivar may have told you that you were still his first wife, despite taking a new bride. But it was clear for all to see that the writing was on the wall.
Eiriana was the apple of his eye and there was no point in denying it.
“Ivar.” You said, tempering your words since there were guests at the table. As you pushed rice about on your plate, you paused before looking at him. “If, it’s possible, may I please speak with you about something?”
“What?” He replied flatly, his eyes never leaving his food.
As he chewed, Eiriana glanced at him and then you. However, she said nothing. Perhaps picking up on Ivar’s body language and changed expression.
“I would like to ask it in private. The table is no place for us to talk, is it?”
Glaring at you, he popped a piece of roasted goat into his mouth.
In spite of his attempts to not look at you directly, you could see it. The guilt and the anger in his eyes.
Which emotion was stronger, was unclear.
However, you knew that you also had many emotions bottled up . Emotions that would require you to get away from the estate sooner than later. It was difficult being restricted to a home you now felt was not your own.
Sure, it was a massive estate, yet you now felt like a visitor.
The Thralls and other servants were constantly fawning over Eiriana. Treating her like a fragile egg despite all her tantrums and demands to be left alone.
As for you, it had become necessary to remind Thralls to even draw your bath. It was as if you had suddenly become invisible.
“Whatever it is you wish to say to me, Y/N, just say it.” Ivar insisted, his tense expression catching the attention of King Harald. Your husband’s dear friend continued eating as he watched the two of you. “I grow tired of your constant pestering. If you truly want to talk, make it now or keep it to yourself.”
You stared blankly at him a moment before shifting in your seat. Thankfully his tone hadn’t raised enough to draw anyone’s attention.
“I wish to spend time volunteering at the orphanages.” You began. “Perhaps I can even help collect herbs for the Seer, if he is need of such help.”
Ivar scoffed, before taking a sip of mead. Then finally looking in your direction, he raised a brow.
“For what?” He asked as if you had asked for the silliest thing in the world. “Do you see any other Queens scrounging about like commoners?”
“It’s not really as bad as you make it sound. I would be helping the less fortunate. Something Queens and Princesses are expected to do.”
“Oh? And what would you know of royal expectations? You were a farm-girl!”
“Don’t yell at my sister.”
You were stunned.
Eiriana had leaned over after hearing some of your conversation. Though his eyes cut to her, Ivar didn’t reprimand your sister. Instead, he simply looked back at you and said he would not allow such foolishness.
“If I may add my portion...” King Harald interrupted. He was seated quite close to your side so he had overheard all. Being a diplomatic man, he had chosen to intervene. “I think it’s honorable for Queen Y/N to serve the people. Think of how it will make you look in the eyes of the common man.”
Ivar mulled over his friends words - not really wanting to allow you any free reign. That wasn’t his only reason for the hesitation. He didn’t want people to think he no longer cared for you just because he had taken a second wife.
“Tell me, would you allow Astrid to do such things?”
“She does it already.” Harald replied with a hearty laugh. “She is esteemed as the Guardian Mother of the poor, widowed and orphaned. The people of our Kingdom adore her.”
In spite of his apprehensions, Ivar respected the his friend’s advise very much.
So with a nod, he gave his permission for you to do your work about Kattegat. Asking only that you stay away from tending to the sick for at least a year.
“I do not wish for any illness to enter this home and befall my son.” Ivar added. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, my King.”
With that finally out the way, you felt somewhat better. It was almost as if you could breathe again.
After mealtime, Ivar exited the Great Hall with you sister at his side. As you held your skirts to cross the courtyard, he eyed you before calling your name.
“Yes, my King?” You managed to say despite your heart breaking at the sight of them.
“I will come to your chamber tomorrow night.” He said in a strange manner, almost as if he was asking.
After that, there was an awkward silence between you.
Wanting to get some rest, you eventually cleared you throat and stated you would see him then. But just as you were about to take your leave, King Harald approached.
“Y/N, my dear, off to bed already?” He asked after noticing Ivar holding your sister’s hand. “The night is still young and I’m full of tales.”
“I know. But I haven’t been feeling myself lately. Perhaps I can be of better company tomorrow.”
“Wonderful.” Harald replied. “It should be quite the day. Especially since we are also welcoming King Alfred’s ships.”
You were surprised.
Typically you knew of the impending visits from important guests. But not this time.
“I forgot to tell you of the letter that arrived some time back.” Ivar interjected. “He is coming as part of our newfound treaty. We shall also visit Wessex in return, as a show of friendship.”
“Oh, that’s exciting.” Eiriana said with a gleeful smile. “I cannot wait to meet him and his wife.”
With a chuckle, Harald informed her that the young King was quite unmarried. Adding that he was also known to be very religious and immune to sins of the flesh.
“Oh, how strange.” She exclaimed. “Now, I really can’t wait to meet him.”
Ivar smiled at her before bidding you and King Harald a good evening. Unexpectedly, Eiriana embraced you the best she could with her large belly being in the way.
As they departed, you watched as she began talking Ivar’s head off about something or another. Whatever it was, he seemed entertained, giving her his undivided attention.
Turning to look at you, King Harald suddenly asked how you were faring.
“I.........I am well, thank you.”
“I do not mean, in health.” He said, correcting your assumption. “How are you coping with this situation?”
Your heart fluttered and you felt the sting of tears that now threatened to fall.
Fortunately, you managed to keep a brave face. Though you admitted being stunned at the revelation, you added that you were content knowing that Ivar would finally have what he wanted.
“It is good to have children, if one is so inclined.” Harald said with a twinkle in his eye. “But it is the Gods who choose the time. You are a good woman, Y/N/, that I know more than anything. Take heart, the they may still bless you yet.”
You nearly burst into tears.
His words were exactly what you needed to hear in that moment. Someone, saying something of comfort when you were at your lowest point emotionally.
After kissing the back of your hand, King Harald bid you a good evening.
The following day, you still didn’t feel too well.
Possibly due to all the stress of the week. From being in a new chamber to not eating properly, you were not having a great time. Still, you had to get up and start the day.
Not only did you have things to attend to for the estate, but royal guests were arriving.
As you waited for your bath to be drawn, you began hearing muffled sounds emanating from your former marital chamber. It wasn’t as if you had to strain to hear anything- after all it was just next door.
Apparently, Ivar had chosen to pass on his morning meetings to engage in activities with your sister. Eiriana moans were not too loud since the walls were quite thick.
However, it was audible enough for anyone to know they were having sexual relations.
Even the Thralls that were waiting to help you with your bath couldn’t help eyeing each other before staring at the floor.
It was simply humiliating.
Naturally, you understood the tradition of sister-wives. But it was not done in the manner in which Ivar had gone about it.
“Come, let us go to the bathing room.” You commanded the Thralls.
Despite the women stating that the water was likely not ready, you informed them that you didn’t care. Truthfully, you preferred to wait there than your bedchamber.
And it was a good decision too.
If you had to listen to Ivar making love to Eiriana a moment longer, you would have likely murdered everyone in the estate.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” King Harald exclaimed with a huge smile as he approached. “Someone decided to take my words to heart. Look at how beautiful you looks today. A vision.”
You couldn’t help giving him a shy smile, feeling encouraged by his compliment.
Though you had been somewhat neglecting your appearance since Ivar’s revelation, you had decided to get back to your old self. He could dote on Eiriana all he wanted, but it didn’t mean you had to walk around looking dejected.
“Do you think I overdid it?” You asked as Harald walked around you, taking in your entire outfit. “To greet the Christian King, I mean?”
“Not all.” He replied as he continued inspecting your deep purple gown and silver jewelry. “Trust me. One thing these foreign royals like is show of wealth and beauty. And you look ever the part, if I may be so bold.”
You let out a giggle, surprising yourself.
It was a genuine show of your mood getting somewhat better. Thanking King Harald, you took the arm he had extended. To your annoyance, he informed you that Ivar and Eiriana had already departed for the docks.
However, he would be honored to escort you.
“I am the one who is honored.” You replied. “Shall we?”
At the docks, you fixed your furs while King Harald waited patiently by your side. The covered wagon pulled off to await your return as you finally gazed at the massive crowd.
“It seems as if all the important people in the Kingdom are here.” You commented as you adjusted your skirts.
“That, they are. King Alfred is a very, very important man.”
With that, the two of you made your way to where your husband was awaiting his guest.
Once you reached where Ivar was standing with Eiriana, he glanced at you. His gaze faltering somewhat as he took note of how you were dressed. Though he never made mention of it, he too noticed that you had neglected your appearance. However, it seemed that you were now in a better frame of mind.
“You look very beautiful today, Y/N.” Ivar said almost in a whisper.
You gave him nod before looking away - refusing to hear any more of his empty words.
Despite this reaction, he reached over and pulled you closer to his side.
“Stand here beside me.” He said. “You are my first wife after all.
“Sister.” Eiriana practically sang. “You look very lovely as always. Who braided your hair?”
You wanted to tell her to leave you alone, but instead, you took a deep breath.
After telling her that a new Thrall named Sophia had done it, your sister asked if she too could use the woman. Shrugging, you stated that it was fine, after all she was Ivar’s wife as well.
His blue eyes instantly went to your face, almost as if you had insulted him.
Straightening his posture, Ivar instead chose to remain quiet and gaze over the ocean.
As you looked out as well, you saw that seven ships had already docked. Men busied about the row boats that were being boarded, preparing to bring them ashore.
“What do you think, Queen Y/N?” Harald asked as he stood to your other side. “Give me guesses of how you expect King Alfred to be.”
“Oh, a game?”
“Aye, something to pass the time until he shows.”
You smirked.
If anyone knew how to make you forget your troubles, it was the King Harald and his wife. Oh, how you missed Astrid. Now that Ivar was preoccupied with Eiriana, perhaps he would actually allow you to pay her a visit.
“I think he will be tall.” You began. “Also, he will likely have brown or raven locks since I hear that is common amongst his people.”
“Go on” Harald encouraged, smirking at the guesses you had made thus far.
You pondered, but then suddenly added that King Alfred would likely be pale.
One thing you knew was that Christians liked keeping their sicklers indoors. Which of course, was odd since fresh air was best for people with weak constitutions.
But they were a very strange people with even stranger beliefs.
“That I can attest to be true about his complexion.” Harald said with a hearty laugh. “Are you cheating me, Y/N?”
“I cannot lie.” You confessed with a satisfied grin. “I have heard it said that he was a bit............fragile of health.”
“I see. A little bird told you. In that case, no points for that one.”
You rolled your eyes but went back to thinking again.
As you and Harald busied yourself with your little game, Ivar was trying his best to keep Eiriana happy. Though she had both arms locked around his free one, she didn’t look pleased.
Your sister looked like an expensively dressed doll - wearing the same colors as Ivar had donned. Dark blue with black and silver embroidery and embellishments. Still, she was moody.
“How much longer must we stand here?” You heard her whine, distracting you from your game momentarily. “My feet are starting to hurt.”
“It won’t be long.” Ivar replied. “The boats are nearly at shore. See?”
“You said that an hour ago.” She replied, barely allowing him to finish his sentence. “Besides, I hate standing in the sun. It’s not good for the baby.”
Ivar’s jaw tensed.
It was protocol that wives be present to welcome guests. However, Eiriana was very heavy with child. Thus, he couldn’t expect her to stand around like any other woman would.
Motioning to some of his men, Ivar instructed that she be escorted back to the estate for rest. King Harald nearly scoffed aloud, however, he managed to contain himself.
Instead, he just shot you a look with his expressive eyes.
“That is only the start.” He whispered as the two of you watched your sister leave with an entourage to rival any great King.
You almost wanted to laugh at her expense. It seemed Eiriana now realized that being a royal was more than just pretty dresses and eating sweets in bed.
“Y/N, come closer, he is approaching.” Ivar said, his eyes fixated ahead of him.
Doing as he asked, you inched to his side.
However you made certain to clasp your hands before you in order not to touch him. Looking in the same direction as your husband,you finally saw him. A young man with looks that could rival Ivars any day.
Despite all you had had believed, King Alfred was striking.
From his long dark locks, to his fine features and full lips, he was a sight to behold. Despite his lean frame, he was actually imposing in the manner in which he carried himself.
His intense eyes scanned everything as he walked over.
Suddenly, Alfred’s gaze fell on you. He stared briefly, perhaps due to the rich color of your dress. But oddly enough, he did not smile nor did he make any other expression as finally took his place before your party.
“King Alfred, the sea has been kind and brought you safely.” Ivar said with a loud voice. “Welcome to Kattegat. We are very pleased to welcome you to our lands.”
As the two men shook hands, the applause and cheers rang out, signaling a successful docking of an honored guest. Again, the young King looked at you which inspired Ivar to make the formal introductions.
“This is my wife, Y/N.” He said as Alfred took your hand in his. “We were wed not long after I saw you at the meetings in Mercia.”
You expected a weak grasp. However, the young King’s appearance was misleading. After kissing you hand, he gave you a reserved smile.
“It is very nice to meet you, your Majesty.” You said, trying to say it just as you had rehearsed. “I hope that your time here will be much to your liking.”
“Indeed.” He replied, finally allowing you to hear his voice.
Turning to King Harald, Alfred and his advisors continued with the formalities.
In the evening; after everyone had rested properly; the welcome feast began.
As you were having your hair re-braided into a different style, Ivar burst into the chamber. He entered so abruptly, he nearly scared the Thralls half to death.
“Y/N, you must open the feast with me.” He said, his brow drawn in frustration.
“I’m confused.” You began, looking at him with an unreadable expression. “What of Eiriana? Are you not the one who said you had to walk with her always? Something about her condition requiring your attention.”
His jaw tensed before taking a seat nearby. Looking at you, he shook his head.
“She............refuses to come out of the chamber. Though she is dressed, she keeps saying that her clothes aren’t fitting properly.”
You looked away, not wanting to show your anger. Did he really expect sympathy or something of the sort?
“Well, that is to be expected of women who are with child. Her body has changed significantly I imagine. You must go and convince her to attend the feast.”
“No!” Ivar replied firmly. “I am a King not an errand boy! If Eiriana wishes to sulk, I shall let her. I will escort you into the Hall as usual.”
“Thank you, my King. I will do my best to please until my sister is ready to retake her position.”
His eyes met yours.
You could tell Ivar wanted to say something vindictive. However, he stopped himself.
Most likely because King Alfred was under your roof. So instead of being cruel in word, he rose to his feet. Making his way to where you were sat, Ivar drew close until the Thralls stepped aside.
“You are angry, Y/N. That I know.” He said, his rough hand caressing your cheek. “But my love for you has not changed. So please, let us stop this unnecessary war.”
You stood before you even realized it. Staring Ivar down despite being quite shorter, you were practically boiling with rage.
It was too much.
He had avoided the conversation for nearly two weeks, now had the gall to ask for the entire thing to be swept away. Without you even getting so much as an explanation?
No! You were not going to take it anymore.
“I am your wife!” You said, poking him in his chest. “You have embarrassed me in front of everyone we know. Not that I would ever stop you from taking a second wife.........that was always a thought in the back of my mind. But to entice my own sister?”
“Y/N, this is not the time.”
“No, it is the perfect time, Ivar. Or should I wait until you seed Eiriana again?” You asked as your temper got the best of you. “You hid this from me all while I was going through mourning from losing my third baby. While I was beside myself with grief, she was already with child! My own little sister!”
You tried to slap him, however, his reflexes were keen. Grabbing hold of your wrist, he kept his eyes on yours.
“Y/N, stop it!” He said almost too calmly. “If you keep exploding with fits of this nature, I will have the Healers provide herbs to sedate you.”
“Have them do whatever you wish! I will not keep silent about what you have done to me! I will say it no matter how you much you hate hearing of your actions. It is your shame Ivar, not mine!”
“My shame?” He scoffed. “Y/N, you cannot hold a child in your womb. Yet, you speak of shame?”
You winced at his insult.
Trying to wriggle free, you asked that he leave you alone. But Ivar persisted, keeping his grasp firm.
“Tell me? How many children was I supposed to watch the midwives bundles into tiny parcels to be buried? Four, seven...ten.......”
You shouted for him to stop with the counting, but he continued. After getting to two hundred, Ivar looked down at you with disdain.
“It would have been endless.” He said. “That is what the Volva in the woods told me. Yes, I went to seek the truth behind our problem.”
“You went to a witch to speak about me?” You asked, your eyes wide with shock.
“I did. And you know what she said? Hmmm? She told me that you can never birth anything! Not for me or any other man for that matter. You have been made barren by the Gods.”
Finally managing to wriggle free, your heart raced from his revelation.
How could Ivar constantly keep things from you? Taking a seat, you looked at the floor, unable to look at the Thralls or him again.
He exhaled loudly, wishing he had not divulged the Volva’s prophecy the way he had. Unfortunately, there was no way to take back words once they were uttered.
And since the damage was already done, Ivar hardening his heart.
Though he wanted to apologize, he had other matters to think of. Gazing at you, he asked that you hurry with the hair preparations.
“We must make our entrance before the feast can start.” Ivar added. “I do not wish to keep King Alfred waiting on his first night.”
As you sat beside Ivar in your lavish blue gown and gold jewelry, you kept your eyes on the performers.
All you wanted was for him to let go of your hand. However, he was likely trying to show everyone in attendance that things were fine between you. Despite all your issues with keeping a child in your womb, most of the people liked you a great deal.
After all, you were a Queen who rose from amongst their ranks.
Still, it didn’t mean that their affections wouldn’t soon fall to Eiriana. Peasants were simple minded. As long as the King told them who to love, they would oblige.
In fact, your sister already had many women in Kattegat treating her like a fertility Oracle.
Whenever they were in town, people would ask Ivar’s permission to rub her belly in hopes of conceiving. Naturally, he refused these requests. But he did permit the ones that came from the wealthiest of Kattegat’s citizens.
“They can build their cozy life, but I refuse to be part of it.” You thought to yourself as you sipped wine.
“Tell me, Queen Y/N..” King Alfred suddenly said as his intense gaze met yours. “Do you also play chess like your husband?”
“Actually, your Majesty, I do. He taught me.”
“That is good to hear. When I am in need of a challenger, I shall ask for you.”
You smiled, liking the gentleness of his demeanor and tone.
But the one thing you could not shake was his eyes. There was something in them that said there were allot of secrets. Much like Ivar, there were stories buried in Alfred’s blue pools.
Hopefully, you would hear some of if a friendship every blossomed.
As you were regaling Alfred and Harald about the things you had heard about North Umbria, the attendees on the floor level of the Great Hall began parting.
As you watched, none other than your sister made her grand entrance.
She was quite the vision of radiant beauty in her gold gown and adornments. Yet, you could feel Ivar become tense at the sight of her.
“Who is that woman?” King Alfred asked, his attention leaving Eiriana and falling on you.
“That.....................that is my sister.” You said nearly choking on the words. “And, Ivar’s other wife.”
His eyes nearly doubled in size.
Alfred looked in her direction again, his jaw open from shock.
“I see.” He managed to say.
Despite his calm response, the thought of such a thing quite foreign to his mind. Before you could change the subject, Eiriana made her way to the head table, forcing an Earl to depart from the seat on Ivar’s other side.
As she carefully took her seat, he glanced at King Alfred.
“My apologies, but I must make a late introduction. This is Eiriana , my second wife.
“I must apologize for not greeting you at the docks but I wasn’t feeling too well. But rest assured, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” She said with an eager smile. Though you hated to admit it, your sister had a childlike charm that put everyone at ease. Even when she was being irritating. “So, tell me, King Alfred, how was your journey?”
Ivar actually looked proud as he listened to the conversation.
He had expected some type of tantrum, but it appeared Eiriana was going to behave for the moment. As she chatted with King Alfred, you sat there looking straight ahead.
Before long, she had engaged nearly half the table in her talk of wanting to see Mercia and North Umbria. She kept making sure to keep King Harald in the mix as well.
Indeed your sister was being the life of the festivities.
It was clear. She had not only taken over your husband, but now, she meant to converse with anyone who found interest in you.
“Pardon me a moment.” You whispered to Ivar as you hastened to your feet.
Too distracted by his food, he nodded as you left the head table and walked down the small steps.
Were you ever glad to be a Queen.
Feeling quite lightheaded, you were relieved that everyone cleared a path as you made your way through the Great Hall. And thank the Gods too. You couldn’t have held it in any longer.
As soon as you had exited the double doors and walked a few feet, you began retching behind some bushes. Every last bit of food you had consumed that day vacated your body until nothing but bile remained.
With shaky legs and a convulsing stomach, you made your way to a bench in the courtyard.
“Please......” You prayed. “I cannot go through this and fall sick on top of it all.”
Later that evening; after all the festivities had concluded; Ivar entered your chamber.
You had not gone back to the Great Hall after vomiting. Instead, you sent word through a Thrall that you were unwell and retired to your bed. Sitting down beside you, he gazed at your sleeping form. Typically, he was so sure of what to say.
But now, he could only debate whether to wake you or not.
Finally, as he was about to shake you awake, the door to the chamber opened. In sashayed none other than Eiriana.
“Is she feeling better?” She asked, fiddling with her silk nightdress.
“What are you doing in here?” Ivar asked with the meanest tone he had ever used with her. “I told you already. Tonight is Y/N’s night.”
Eiriana looked at the floor, almost as if she was apologetic. However her words were anything but.
“But she is asleep already.” She protested. “Besides, you told me yourself that she is not feeling well. Why can’t you wait until she is better?”
“Because, I have deemed tonight her night!” He snapped. “Now do as I have asked. Get some rest and I will see you tomorrow.”
Your sister was utterly beside herself.
Never had Ivar refused her anything. From the moment he paid for her rites, he had given in to her every whim. But now, he refused something as simple as to sleep beside her?
“I will go!” She replied with a venomous bite. “And you know what? I don’t care if you ever return to our bed”
Ivar could only watch as she exited the chamber in a huff, practically slamming the door behind her. Sitting for a while in the dimness, he eventually shook you by the hip.
It took a while, but you stirred and sat up.
As your vision adjusted and you soon realized it was Ivar who had interrupted your slumber.
“What do you want?”
“Is that how you greet me now?” He asked. “I’m your husband, yet you act as if a prowler has entered your chamber.”
“Do not touch me!” You replied. “If that is why you are shirtless, then I am sorry to inform you I am unwell.”
Ivar’s nostrils flared, however, he didn’t reply with his usual bite.
Instead, he stated that he was aware of the fact. Adding that he had only come to watch over you.
“You are no Healer!”
“I know that!” He replied before running a hand over his braided hair. “At any rate, you said you had allot to say to me. So in the morning, I will listen.”
“No! I have nothing further to say about this situation. You said enough for both of us.”
After that, you laid down, turning your back to him.
Ever the stubborn one, Ivar slid into the bed beside you. Scooting so close that you could practically feel him breathing against your neck.
“I will not open my legs for you, Ivar!”
“Have I forced myself on top of you? No, I have not. So please, stop fighting with me.” He seethed, having enough of both you and Eiriana being at odds with him.
You closed your eyes, grateful that Ivar was not going to push the issue. However you did feel his arm fall over you as he positioned himself comfortably.
The next few days were strange.
Ivar became preoccupied with plans for an upcoming war against his Uncle Rollo. Since his brothers wanted their share of wealth, many letters kept arriving on a daily basis.
But even worse than war, was Eiriana.
Perhaps it was due to the Healers saying that she was only a month away from giving birth. Which of course was known to be the most uncomfortable of times for women.
Yet, it was something else. She behaved as if you had to coddle her just because Ivar was busy.
“Where are you going?” You heard her ask as you fixed the saddle on your horse.
Your father had taught all his daughters how to ride well. And since you were headed into town to give coin to the orphanages, you wanted to do it horseback.
“I’m going to visit the poor houses and orphanages.” You said without glancing in her direction. “Should you not be resting?”
Eiriana nodded but added that she was bored being alone in the chamber with no one to talk to. Rushing to your side, she grabbed hold of your arm tightly.
“Let me come along.” She begged, her eyes large in an attempt to garner sympathy. “I promise to help you with whatever your duties are. I can even cook.”
“No. Ivar would lose his temper and I do not wish to be chastised. You and I both know that he expects you to remain on the estate, and that is where you will remain.”
Your sister let go, angered that you would not help her find amusement.
Bit how did she expect you to take her along anyway? Even if you could do so, she was dressed as if she was attending a grand feast.
Truly, Eiriana loved fine clothes and jewelry and made sure to dress up every day. Even as Queen, you rarely wore your crown. But here she was with her golden one atop her head.
As she was going to beg you once more, you heard footsteps approach.
“Are you headed into town?” King Alfred asked, noting your steed.
“Why yes, your, Majesty.”
Clearing her throat, your sister eyed the handsome King, forcing him to take notice of her.
“Apologies.....Eiriana...” He said, confused at how to address her.
She may have been a second wife, but even Alfred knew your sister couldn’t share the same royal title.
After all, there was only one Queen.
“Are you going for a walk or something, King Alfred?” She asked, hoping to find something to do.
“Actually, I’m not.” He replied. “I wanted to take in Kattegat. And who better to show me and my escorts around than the Queen herself.”
Alfred looked at you, his blue eyes smiling but his face remaining stoic. More than delighted at the prospect of getting to know him better, you nodded.
“It would be my pleasure to give you a tour of my homeland.” You said with a smile.
Realizing that she was not going to be able to join, your sister frowned. She then bid you both a good afternoon before walking off toward the gardens.
“Are you scared, King Alfred?” You asked as the two of you reached the top of a meadow.
“Me?” He asked with an odd smirk. “I may be many things, Queen Y/N. But I most certainly am not afraid of a little challenge.”
“So, does that mean you will race me?”
He tried to hide his emerging smile but failed. Glancing at you, he asked what was on the line.
Thinking a moment, you remembered that his lands required a delegate from Kattegat. You may have not been the most politically savvy person, however, you knew the fine art of being diplomatic and gaining friends.
“Do you suppose that if I win......” You began as the King eyed you curiously. “it would be possible to request me as an Emissary? I know that it is rare for a woman to do so where you reside. However, it is common in our culture.”
Alfred seemed intrigued as he pondered your request, his eyes fixated over the ocean of flowers before you.
“I haven’t met many women like you.” He confessed still gazing over the meadow. “You work nearly as much as your servants and are capable of saddling your own steed. I would truly like to get to know more about you.”
“So, is that a yes?”
His finally gave you his attention, locking his eyes on yours. With a rare smile, he cocked his head slightly, his long hair blowing wildly in the wind
“Don’t you have to beat me first?” Alfred asked.
Without warning, he began riding for the treeline in the distance. He may have gotten a head-start, but as you kicked your steed into action, you knew you could overtake the King.
You spent the entire day with Alfred and his Advisors, tailed by guards from both kingdoms. Still, it was such a wonderful day, you nearly forgot all about your sister and Ivar.
The young King not only came along on your visits to the poor houses and orphanages, but he stood nearby as you read to the children. As you made your way home, he commented that he would start such things in his Wessex.
“There are some services, however, I hardly know how they are even operated.” He confessed as your convoy entered the gates of Ivar’s estate. “I truly couldn’t tell you if they are even of any use.”
“It is important to know such things, is it not?” You asked. “How else would you know how the poorest of your people is faring? Besides, my father always says that a nation is only as strong as it’s weakest members.”
Alfred smiled.
For the first time, he felt like he had met someone who could keep his interest. He knew many wise men but they could be a bore after a while. And most ladies of his court were dull and even dumber than the average peasant.
But you............you were different.
A Queen who didn’t have any airs and truly cared about her people. He knew he could learn allot from you and vice-versa.
“I cannot wait for you to come to Wessex.” He said as the two of you dismounted with the help of Thralls. “I think there is more to you than meets the eye.”
You couldn’t keep from smiling at his assertion. A foreign King actually found you interesting?
That was something to tell your siblings.
That evening, the Great Hall was not as lively as normal. Ivar had taken King Alfred, King Harald and some other dignitaries to an even at a wealthy Jarl’s estate.
Despite her condition, Eiriana was the one selected to accompany your husband. She had been ignoring Ivar ever since their argument in your chamber and thus, he was attempting to appease her.
As you sat eating with a few of the important guards and some of King Alfred’s clerics, your father entered. His eyes fell on you and instantly, you saw the regret.
“Apologies for coming uninvited, my Queen.” He began, however, you asked him to desist as you rose to your feet.
“Father, there is no need to stand there. Come.” You beckoned. Relief instantly washed over him as he made his way over and embrace you. “It is good to see you. How is mother?”
After stating that she and the rest of the family was fine, he asked to speak with you in private.
“Of course.”
After excusing yourself from you guests, you held your father’s arm as the two of you exited the Great Hall. Once outdoors, you walked to the gardens and sat down.
Almost immediately, his eyes began to water. With a trembling hand, he wiped the tears.
“I am sorry, Y/N.” He said, patting the back of your hand. “I don’t understand Eiriana at times. Perhaps all of this is my own doing. I spoiled her so much, I cannot advise her any longer.”
You sighed, knowing he was apologizing for what had occurred.
However, you didn’t feel it was his fault.
Ivar and your sister were adults. If they wanted to keep from hurting you, they very well could have. Resting your head against his shoulder, you took hold of your father's hand, studying the well worn palm.
“Father, it is no one’s doing but their own.” You began with a composed tone. “Ivar knew she was my little sister when he took her for a wife. Eiriana was also aware. I will not put their guilt on others.”
He nodded before asking how you had been faring.
Though you pretended to have accepted everything, your father knew better. He followed your words by stating that Ivar displeased the Gods.
“I don’t know, father. He tells me that he sought out a Volva that resides in the forest.”
“And?”
“The woman said.............she said that I am of no use to any man.” You swallowed hard before as you repeated the prophecy. “That I can never birth a child for any man, not just Ivar.”
Your father spat on the ground and cursed both Ivar and the Volva. Adding that he didn’t believe a word of it. With his arm around you, he went on to explain that not every prophecy was accurate.
They were only given to true Seers.
“Not every person that claims to have a gift is a genuine. That you must know.”
You agreed. However, you confessed that it didn’t really matter anymore. Ivar was finally getting his son and you feared things would only get worse.
“ Eiriana has already taking everything just being with child. Once the baby actually arrives, I will cease to exist.”
Your father shushed you. Promising that hope remained, even in the darkest of times.
“I know that the Gods always listen to my prayers. You will have children, that I believe.”
And it sounded wonderful.........his words.
But you felt the prophecy was true. So in spite of your inability to think beyond the Volva’s revelation, you allowed your father to think he had comforted you.
King Alfred’s three week visit practically flew by.
Whenever Ivar was busy with his war planning, the two of you spent a great deal of time playing chess and racing steeds. Through these activities, you got to know him rather well.
And it was a good thing too.
Despite your initial impression, Alfred was not as uptight or arrogant as you had thought. In fact, he was possessed a sarcastic whit that often left you laughing uncontrollably.
With his departure only a day off, the young King decided it was time to bring up the subject of Royal Emissaries. As he and Ivar sat in the courtyard after last meal, Alfred rested his elbows on the table.
“I must tell you, I am leaving with fond memories of this place. I may not understand all your ways, however......” He confessed. “You have hosted me well.”
“I’m very glad to hear that. It is a shame that my own visit will be delayed due to the birth of my son.”
Alfred raised a brow but kept listening.
“You see, Eiriana is due to deliver in a week or so. And as you know, I cannot leave her side so soon. Neither can she travel.” Ivar said as he leaned back in his seat.
Agreeing that family was of the upmost priority, Alfred stated that it actually made his request that more sensible.
“Regardless of reason, your inability to return the gesture would seem odd to many in my court.” He further explained. “However, what of Queen Y/N?”
Ivar’s gazed at the young King from the corner of his eyes.
He may have been preoccupied with your sister. However, the mere mention of your name by other men made his blood boil like nothing else.
“What of her?”
“The Emissary position.” Alfred replied, meeting Ivar’s gaze without wavering. “I think she would be a perfect representative. All the Clerics and Advisors I arrived with like her greatly. I am certain the people at court will too.”
As he was about to reply, Eiriana approached. Without even asking, she took a seat upon Ivar’s lap, much like a spoiled child.
“Why are you two drinking out here?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Is it not more comfortable indoors?”
“We are enjoying the warm weather.” Ivar replied, somewhat annoyed that she was not resting. As he caressed her rounded belly, he looked back at Alfred. “I don’t think Y/N would adjust well. After all, she has hardly traveled much.”
Alfred shrugged, stating it had no bearing on your ability to do so now.
“Truthfully, she is quite wise as well as charming.” He continued, matter-of-factly. “She would be of great help with the Kings of Northumbria, Gaul and East Anglia. Of course, the choice is yours.”
“Is there really a rush to decide such a thing?”
“I will only say this. You cannot expect these men to hold up diplomatic exchanges just because......” Alfred trailed off, glancing at your sister before looking back at Ivar.
He made his words clear without even speaking them.
If your husband thought the whole world was going to stop because of one baby, he was taking a huge gamble.
And it was the truth. Ivar had failed to designate Hvitserk as he had intended. Now, the flaxen-haired Ragnarsson was off raiding with some other Viking King.
“I’m pressed for time.”
“Ivar, you knew of this a year ago. How will you explain this to our allies?” Alfred said, pushing him to make a firm decision. “I do not see why you cannot allow Queen Y/N to represent your kingdom.”
“Y/N is traveling?” Eiriana asked.
Ivar explained that you were not going anywhere.
Adding that he and the King were merely discussing prospects to be the Emissary. But to his surprise, your sister insisted that you be selected.
“Why?” Ivar asked in confusion. “Do you not need her around? She can help you and also bond with the baby.”
“Ivar, I have all the help I need. Let Y/N go and see a new country. Besides, it would only depress her to be around when the baby arrives.”
Ivar’s eyes flickered with agreement.
Eiriana was right. If you were around when the baby was delivered, it could break your spirit. Especially with your history. Smiling at your sister, he gave her a look of approval before turning to Alfred.
“It’s agreed. I will make Y/N my Royal Emissary.” Ivar said with a pleased expression. “And furthermore, you may take her along on your departure.”
Alfred was taken aback.
He had not expected him to make you travel so soon. However, he graciously accepted the duty of being your escort to his kingdom.
With a pleased clap of his hands, Ivar looked the happiest man on earth. He would give you the break from Kattegat you desperately desired, all while having his son arrive into a peaceful home.
The journey aboard the ship was not an easy one.
You had departed Kattegat four days prior and still had another week and a half to go. But the travel time wouldn’t have been a problem if had not been hit with the worst bouts of seasickness ever.
You felt guilty for spending most of your time in bed, however, King Alfred was very understanding.
He not only sent his personal Healer to attend to your needs, but he stopped by briefly to tell you of his own issues with seafaring. Alfred assured you that if you traveled more, it would soon be a thing of the past.
Fortunately, the King’s ship was as comfortable as one could get away from land. You had your own private cabin and servants to tend your need. Which was good because that’s where you spent most of your time.
Sleeping off the seasickness.
Meanwhile back at Kattegat, thoughts of you were far from Ivar’s mind.
As he sat in a chair beside the bed where your sister lay, his heart was in his throat. He could only stare as your mother, three midwives and your eldest sister Kristina entered.
“Are you sure you wish to stay?” Your mother asked, knowing he already looked far too faint.
“Yes.....I want to be here.”
Sitting up, a sweaty Eiriana demanded more pillows.
She then glanced around the room, wondering why no one was heading her words. Knowing that women in labor often became delirious from pain, your elder sister demanded that she lay back down.
“You can’t tell me how to feel!” Eiriana countered. “You..........have never had a baby before! My back................and everything else hurts.”
Ivar nervously ran both hands over his head.
After looking at her a moment, his eyes went back at the floor. It was then he suddenly wished he had not allowed you to leave Kattegat. He was never good at personal dilemmas.
Thankfully, you had always been his emotional support. Always knowing the right things to say when something went wrong. But now, he had to face this alone.
And he was terrified.
Strange for a man who enjoyed bloody battles and never flinched at the thought of people out for his head. Yet, mere family issues could send him off the deep end.
“Ivar.........come and.............” Eiriana demanded between contractions of pain. “sit beside........me.”
“No! He would only be in the way.” Kristina snapped, tired of her incessant talking. “Now lay down and focus on breathing through the pain.”
Though she laid down, your little sister did so with curses and groans.
Which naturally made Ivar even more tense. Having felt personally slighted by what had been done to you, Kristina walked to him.
“I hope you can now see that it is not easy.” She said in a gentle but firm manner. “Though the delivery is difficult, just making it through the nine months is much harder. I........I hope this will remain in your thoughts.”
With that, she walked away to run the clean cloths through hot water.
Ivar could only look out the window as the noise of the chamber echoed in his ears. You had gone through similar pains three times Each time producing nothing but a blood mess for the midwives to bury.
Could it be that he had been too hasty with the Volva’s prophecy?
No, he thought. The woman spoke truthfully. And your Eiriana’s ability to hold his seed proved that you were indeed the problem.
Looking back at the bed, he could hardly see her any longer. The entire view of the bed was blocked by the women. Ivar could however hear your sister struggling to push.
She sounded quite tired, not her usual bossy tone of voice.
“I cannot!” Eiriana exclaimed.
To which your mother replied that she was nearly done.
“Two more pushes, and he will be out. Just give us two more strong ones.” The elder midwife coaxed.
Ivar shut his eyes tightly, his breathing nearly halted. It seemed like everything went silent.......but then.
It finally came.
The sound he had been waiting to hear. The strong cry of a newly delivered baby. Within second, the cries were drowned out by the women happily going about.
“What is it?” Ivar asked, his voice almost inaudible.
“It’s a boy.” Your mother announced with tears in her eyes. “A beautiful little boy with lots of hair.”
“What about his------”
“Perfect. Everything on his little body is as it should be.” She added.
Ivar could hardly make his way to the bed.
It took the assistance of the beefier of the midwives to guide him to Eiriana’s side. Taking a seat, he looked at his son who was laid across her chest.
“I cannot believe it.’ He whispered against your sister’s ear. She likely heard none of what was being said since she was halfway asleep. “You have made me the happiest man in the world.”
With shaky hands, Ivar gently picked up the newborn, causing him to cry for a moment. As the women looked on, he proceeded with the birth rites.
Unlike everyone else, your sister Kristina felt mixed emotions.
Though she was happy to have a nephew, she still detested what had been done to you. She blamed not only Ivar, but Eiriana as well. She hoped that wherever you were, the Gods were watching over you.
This recent development would be too much for anyone to handle. No matter how strong.
As soon as the ship arrived in Wessex, everyone was relieved to see dry land. After settling in the castle, the entire envoy spent almost three days recuperating from the arduous journey.
However, you were not as fortunate. In fact, you were still bedridden when Alfred called on you on the fourth day.
Entering your chamber, he gazed at you. Though you were freshly bathed and dressed, Alfred could see that you were still far too sick. Which concerned him greatly because you should have shaken the seasickness by now.
“Y/N, how do you fare today?”
You gave him a weak smile, trying your best to seem upbeat. However, you were unable to hide your fear.
Taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, he looked to one of the Handmaidens.
“Fetch, the court Maesters.” Alfred commanded. “Tell them that the visiting Queen is in need of them immediately.”
The woman curtsied and left to do his bidding straightway. Satisfied, he looked at you again.
“I think I may be dying.” You confessed weakly. “I feel so utterly drained.”
Dismissing your words, Alfred insisted you likely had one of the minor illnesses that often plagued large kingdoms. Adding that he himself had been sick numerous times over the years.
“Besides, who would I play chess against if you were to leave me so soon?”
Realizing what he had said, Alfred quickly corrected, “me” to “us”. His cheeks becoming flushed by the slip-up.
You giggled in your mind, thinking him adorable for his shyness. As you were about to speak, he stated that a letter had arrived from Kattegat.
“You can always read it later.” Alfred suggested as he motioned to one of the servants who had entered with him.
In your heart, you knew exactly what the letter was about. Still, you took it from the man’s hand.
Alfred watched with concern as you nervously broke the seal. It was from Ivar, that you knew by the crow’s skull. With your hands practically shaking, you began reading.
And it was even worse than expected.
As you read the last line, you couldn’t help it. After all you the ill-treatment you had endured, it was the ending of the letter that caused you to burst into tears.
“Forgive me for being an awful guest.” You said, your voice trembling and your hands covering your face. “May I be alone?”
Without thinking, Alfred was instantly beside you.
When he moved your hands away from your face, you looked down at the blanket. But though you begged him to go and leave you to your tears, he refused.
Instead, Alfred embraced you, holding you firmly against his chest. He didn’t force you to say a word. After all, it took no mystic powers to know that at least one of the main points had to do with your sister giving birth.
“He said.............that.....” You could hardly get the words out. “Ivar says there is no need for me to rush home. That is how he ended the letter.”
“If that is how he feels, then I am most fortunate.”
You couldn’t help feeling utterly dejected, despite Alfred’s kind reply.
Ivar had the nerve to not only announce he was the father of a healthy boy. But added some random information about the new longhouse being built. All before ending the entire thing by stating you need not return soon.
That was cruel, even for Ivar.
As Alfred was still comforting you, the Maesters arrived. The three men glanced at you and whispered amongst each other. After asking all the male servants to exit, they approached the bed.
“See that you take good care of the Queen.” Alfred said as he got to his feet. “If anything happens to her, I shall hold you all responsible.”
With that, he departed the chamber.
After you had been thoroughly examined, the Maesters left you resting in your chamber. Of course they gave you something to help with your sleeplessness.
For that you were grateful.
You took evening meal in your chamber, kept company by the six Handmaidens the court had assigned you.
Once you were done, you actually felt good enough to have a second bath. You actually used the time to luxuriate more than anything else. After getting dressed, you were about to go for an evening stroll when someone knocked on the chamber door.
Giddy with curiosity, one of the Handmaidens answered. There stood King Alfred, looking quite dashing in his formal clothing.
“Why are you so dressed up?” You asked. “Are all the eligible Princesses at the castle?”
His gaze faltered as he entered, his hands clasped before him. When he did not speak for a long while, you couldn’t take the suspense.
“What is it?”
“I’m curious.” Alfred replied, looking at you with a peculiar expression. “Do you realize you are standing on your own two feet right now?
You laughed at his jest.
It was true. Only earlier in the day, you barely had the energy to sit up in bed. Now, you were dressed and ready to take fresh air.
“I nearly forgot myself. Thank you for having those Maesters come to my aid. Whatever they gave me, it truly worked. I feel so much better.”
Alfred smiled, his face so close to yours, your heartbeat went erratic.
You gazed at his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. The King may have been your friend but you sensed there was a tension between you.
“Come, Y/N.”
Taking you by the hand, Alfred led you onto the great balcony of your chamber. Now out of earshot of the servants, he looked at you again.
“Do you know what this is?” He asked before pulling out a parchment from his vesting pocket.
You looked at it before shrugging and asking if it was a letter. With a nod, Alfred added that he would hand it over if you answered one burning question.
“Alright.” You said. “I’m listening.”
“Why did Ivar take your sister as a wife?”
The question nearly made you lose your smile. However, you knew there was no malice intended. In fact, Alfred had commented many times that he had found the entire situation quite bizarre.
“Well, if I must tell you, I shall start from the beginning.” You replied.
The two of you took a seat on the long bench and you regaled him with the entire tale.
“I was deeply hurt. Actually, I still am.” You confessed as you played with the fabric of your skirts. “It would have been kinder to have divorced me first. But what can I say? The Volva was right about my bareness. The fact that Ivar is now a father through Eiriana is proof of that fact.”
Alfred stared at you for a long while.
You weren’t sure if it was pity, confusion or shock. But eventually, he handed you the parchment. Oddly enough, as you tried to read it, you couldn’t make any sense of what was written.
“What is this? Another dialect of your people?”
“It’s Latin.” Alfred replied. “The Maesters only do their work in that language.”
Realizing that it had to do with your examination, you asked him what they had concluded.
“Y/N.......” Alfred said with a shake of the head - his serious expression turning into a smile. “You are utterly wrong! So is Ivar and that so-called Mystic you spoke of.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion, however his expression kept you calm.
“The Maesters say you are with child.” He said. “Around three months along. If not a little more.”
You could hardly breathe as you studied Alfred's expression - wondering if there was any jest in him.
But what were you thinking? He never played with matters. The King only made dry observations about everyday life. With trembling hands, you allowed him to read the Latin aloud, translating each word for you.
You didn’t know whether to be happy or worried. After all, your history was quite dubious.
“Alfred, please do not tell anyone. I beg of you.”
Taking both your hands in his, he reassured you that he would do as you wished.
“I am very afraid.” You confessed. “I do not wish to............”
“Don’t say it.” He said, putting a finger to your lips. “My people believe that negative words can invoke bad spirits. For that reason, let us speak only good things over this unborn child.”
You nodded, but then panic set in again.
“I don’t know if Ivar will send me coin in a timely manner now. He will be preoccupied with.........his family life. And what of------”
“Y/N” Alfred interrupted, cupping your face with both hands. “Who am I?”
“Pardon?”
He couldn’t help smiling, amused by your panicked expression. Answering the question for you himself, Alfred reminded you that he was the second wealthiest leader next to King Charles the Bald of Italy, West Francia and the Carolingian.
“Do you suppose I would let you go without anything?”
“I.......suppose not.” You replied with hesitation. “But I will not take advantage. I will pay back anything spent on my upkeep. In fact, I can even work it off.”
Alfred dropped his head, trying to prevent you from seeing his laughter.
Annoyed, you moved his long hair out of the way, causing him to laugh even more. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The somber King Alfred, laughing?
Pretending to be irritated, you left him on the balcony.
After sitting on the bed, you laid back, gazing the artwork on the ceiling. It didn’t take long for Alfred to join you. Laying on his back as well, he asked if you appreciated the Arts.
You confessed that didn’t really know what it entailed, however, you liked what you had seen thus far. Some of the servants in the room smirked to themselves.
Especially the Handmaidens.
They had never seen their King so relaxed as long as they had known him. As you described and pointed to the mural, Alfred reached out and took you by the hand.
“You have callouses.” He remarked, caressing your palm gently.
“My parents are farmers, Alfred. I told you this.”
“Y/N, these are not from the past. These are recent.” He countered. “You will not work again.”
You sat up and stated that you enjoyed working. After telling you to calm yourself, Alfred clarified that he had something in mind that was better than working with your hands.
Something that would put your great mind to use.
“It will also give you the ability to do what you seem to enjoy.”
“Oh? And what is that?”
“Maester of Charities.” Alfred replied. “I want you to oversee the formation of services for the poor, widowed and orphaned.”
You felt hopeful for the first time in a long while. If Wessex was to be home for the foreseeable future, you would focus on those less fortunate.
That would be your escape from whatever was occurring in Kattegat.
It had been four long months since you had left Kattegat.
At this point, you had settled into the routine of being the Maester of Charities. At first, the Clerics and Councilmen assigned to your council resisted your authority. However, those who had met you during their stay in Kattegat soon convinced them of your good intentions.
And despite not hearing from Ivar after a fourth letter, you had great reason to be elated.
You made it to your seventh month!
There was no denying you were very much with child. The Maesters reassured that you were far along enough to cease worrying. And even better, the child was strong and moved around considerably.
In your heart, you felt your good fortune was all thanks to King Alfred.
Not long after you discovered you were with child, he left Prince Aethelred in charge and took you on a pilgrimage to an ancient church in West Francia. Though the Abbot was made ware of your Heathen heritage, he felt compelled to have his Monks bless you.
After that journey, your mind rested easier.
In the brightness of the early afternoon sun, you sat underneath a canopy busily practicing Latin. Though it was a difficult language to grasp, Alfred felt it would be of benefit.
“My Queen.” An excited Handmaiden said as she rushed over. The others were already seated nearby, reading and sewing. “King Alfred says there are foreigners here to see you.”
Your eyes left your books and papers. Putting the quill back into the inkwell, you asked if she knew who it was.
“No. However, he said you would be happy to see them.”
As you tried to get to your feet, one of the guards rushed over and helped you.
“Careful there, you Majesty.” He said with a warm smile. “Can’t have the King or Prince Aethelred hearing that you hurt yourself.”
You thanked him, causing him to smile even more.
Truly, the people of Wessex had come to adore you. Not just because of your work as the Maester of Charities, but because of your actions.
Were they ever shocked to see a Queen, heavily with child toiling dirt by hand. But you had to do it. After all, how else would you teach the farmers the tilling techniques of the Heathen.
Your lands were far harsher on crops, thus you knew you advice would be very useful.
After that, it didn’t take long for word to travel that the foreign Queen was not only kind, but was not above actual work. This earned you the moniker of ‘The Lady of Hearts.’
“Are you excited, your Majesty?” One of the Handmaidens asked as they followed you into the east wing of the castle.
“I am. But I can’t even begin to guess who could be awaiting me.”
You were led to the Great Hall by a page whilst your Handmaidens followed closely. There by the double doors, you spotted the King’s brother.
“Aetherlred, how are you? When did you return from the Salisbury district?”
After giving you a kiss on the cheek, the Prince informed you that he had returned that morning. After briefly telling you of his stay, he took you by the arm and walked to one of the massive windows.
“I suppose you know there are visitors awaiting you in the Hall.”
You nodded, but confessed that you weren’t told who they were. After admitting that he knew their identities already, Aethelred asked if you wanted him to tell you.
“I would prefer to know before I enter.” You admitted. “I’ve never been fond of surprises.”
“Neither have I.” He said in agreement. “The ships docked here were on their return voyage from Francia. Does that hold any meaning to you?”
You shook your head, still confused as to the identity of the visitors.
Leaning against a pillar, Aethelred added that the main ships belonged to Ivar, Bjorn and Ubbe.
“Ivar?” You repeated as if the name was foreign to your mind. “Here?”
Aethelred studied your expression before asking if they should be sent away.
“I can’t do that.” You said.
“Of course you can. As our ward and Maester, you can do as you please. You don’t have to hold audience with anyone that will upset you.”
You thanked him but said you didn’t wish to hide.
One thing you regretted was your habit of avoiding things that upset you. It was the easy thing to do. However, it never resolved any of the problems.
“I will see my in-laws. After all, they have done nothing to me..”
Series Masterlist: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.”
Synopsis: From the moment Ivar set his eyes upon you, everything changed. From what you wore to whom you could be around, he controlled everything. But now that you wish to confess a long held secret, is he willing to let you go?
Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Setting: Vikings Era
Warnings: Domestic Violence, Smut, Sex, Intrigue, Angst and Violence
Ivar: “I have something to tell you.”
Ivar: “I have something to tell you.” Part 2
Ivar: “I Have something to tell you” Part 3
Ivar: “I Have something to tell you” Part 4
Ivar: “I Have something to tell you” Part 5
Ivar: I have something to tell you.” Part 6
Ivar: I Have something to tell you.” Part 7
Ivar: I have something to tell you.” Part 8
Ivar: I have something to tell you.” Part 9
Ivar: I have something to tell you.” Finale Chapter 1
Ivar: “I have something to tell you.” Finale Chapter 2
Ivar: “I have something to tell you.” Finale Chapter 3
IMAGINE: TELLING YOUR HUSBAND IVAR, THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH ANOTHER MAN, AND IT’S DEEPER THAN JUST SEX.
This story is dedicated to @tephi101 for inspiring me to think beyond the one-off Imagine. Thanks doll.
Read Part 1 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Part 1
Read Part 3 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Part 3
Read Part 4 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Part 4
Read Part 5 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Part 5
Read Part 6 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Part 6
Read Part 7 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Part 7
Read Part 8 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Part 8
Read Part 9 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.” Part 9
Read the Finale Chapter 1 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.”
Read the Finale Chapter 2 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.”
Read the Finale Chapter 3 here: “Ivar, I have something to tell you.”
PART 2 WARNINGS: Murder, Smut, Threats, Forced sex, Violence, Domestic Violence, Angst, Fluff and Cheating
“My heart will never be mended. I am forlorn and unable to escape the grasp of a monster who holds me captive. If I had the power to free myself from all my torments, I would. But alas, I see that no one can aid me but you. Please, do not leave me to a life such as this. I am free but only in title. Oh, how I wish for the days of being a thrall, when I did not know the depth of sorrow I feel now. Holy Father....if you hear me, your humble servant, I beseech thee in the name of Christ Jesus to give me the strength to endure until you see fit to free me from my situation. Amen.”
Your prayer left your lips in a choked whisper as your bitter tears fell from your eyes onto the furs beneath you.
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You cried yourself to sleep that night, waking up every so often due to the pangs of sorrow that filled your broken heart. The unfortunate day, that had now turned to dusk, was to have been the happiest of your life. You were supposed to be upon a ship headed to your lover and a life full of joy. But as fate would have it, all your plans were dashed in an instant. The happiest day of your life, became the worst you had ever experienced - even when compared to the day your family was captured by the Vikings.
Ivar had not only diverted your plans with his immense power and reach, but he had all your things brought back from the docks. You could do nothing except watch your items, dresses and other belongings be put away in their usual places by thralls. As you stood, dumbfounded, you looked to the floor, almost numb to it all. Finally, you did find the courage to speak.
“Why are you doing this?” You had asked a content Ivar as he sat in a chair near where you stood. "Why do you insist on keeping me here when we are both unhappy?"
Your words cut Ivar almost as deeply as when you had announced that you no longer wished to be married to him and loved another. He knew he wasn't the perfect husband and that his temperament often got the best if him. Yet and still, he could not understand why you kept saying things that hurt him to his soul. To hear you say you were unhappy around him only added to his brokenness. Despite this, he was determined to be the strong person his Father and Mother had taught him to be.
“Because, as I stated already....you are my wife.” He replied. “You belong with me.”
Before he had left you in your chambers - the entrance heavily guarded by four burly men - he made one last comment.
"Remember this Y/N. It is not over! It is not over in the least!"
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That was the night before. Now, it was morning and you were outside in the courtyard with workers from Uppsala Temple. As you looked into the still darkened sky, perhaps, looking for your God, the snow fell upon your face.
Returning your gaze to the women who had been interrogating you on the whereabouts of your lover, you sighed.
“I have said it once and will say it again. I have nothing to say.” You replied as yet another bucket of cold water was thrown at your person.
As the freezing cold water hit your face and body, you shivered. This torturous process had been going on for at least two hours if you had calculated properly. You were colder than you had ever been in your entire life and your eyes burned from the salt that had been mixed into the well water. As you looked at your fingers, you noticed that they were beginning to wrinkle from the long exposure to both the water and the outdoor temperature. Still, you knew you had to hold fast. If Ivar thought you were going to simply volunteer the location of your lover, he was sadly mistaken. It was unfortunate that he had already been given your lovers name by fearful thralls.
Herry Forester - a name Ivar had grown to detest. The raven haired, brown eyed angel whom you loved dearly would not fall into your husband’s grasp if you could help it. Though Ivar now knew his name, he had no idea where to even begin looking for the man. And of course, you refused to reveal his whereabouts, torture or not.
As you sat, lost in thought, you were doused with another bucket of cold water. The female assistants of the Gyðja that had been summoned, kept fetching water from the well, hoping you would eventually give in. Your drenched skirts and dress clung to you tightly - dripping the excess water onto the ground underneath the chair you sat upon. At first, you thought the Gyðja and her assistants had been sent to harm you, however, once the line of questioning began, you realized what was occurring. Ivar meant to wound you in the only way he knew would hurt the most. It was not enough for him to merely snatch joy from your grasp. He wanted to destroy it permanently.
Even though you had been married only a year and a half, you knew his temperament too well. If he ever laid eyes upon your Herry, he would no doubt kill him. Now, as you sat in the cold Kattegat air, you tried to maintain your composure after spotting Ivar watching you from his top floor window. You noticed that he had donned his black hooded cloak that you detested. In your eyes, it made him look more sinister than he already was.
He supposedly wore it when he was ‘thinking’ and required solace. Perhaps that is what he was doing as he glared at you from his position. Despite Ivar watching your torment, you raised your neck high, as a gust of freezing wind washed over you, causing you to shiver. Still, you made sure your husband noticed your resolve and determination. You would face anything he could dish out with dignity. Taking notice of your body language, Ivar scowled.
As your focus went back to the ground again, another bucket of cold water was thrown. You were beyond freezing at this point and shivered violently as your teeth began to chatter.
“Woman, your husband does not wish this to continue longer than need be.” A stern and imposing Gyðja Inga said as she stepped forward - her hands solemnly clasped in front of her. “Give us the location of the thrall that defiled your marital bed and we shall desist immediately.”
You almost laughed at her demand.
“As I have said from the onset, I have nothing to say to you or my ‘husband’ for that matter.” You replied as your body began convulsing from the chill.
Looking up to the window where Ivar was viewing you all, Gyðja Inga nodded and then looked back to you. She stepped closer and observed your trembling form. You had never been so cold in your life and supposed you would eventually die from the bitterness of the cold. Your face had gone numb long ago along with your fingers. Still, you had to hold your ground.
“It is very improper for a married woman to not only conduct herself as you did, but also hold her tongue when only information is required of her.” Gyðja Inga said as she looked you over with severe disdain. “Do you realize that most men would have just killed you and remarried?.”
“If you like....drown me in the well or the river for that matter.” You retorted with determination. “I will never reveal his whereabouts to you or anyone else. Do you hear me? Never!”
Another bucket of cold water was thrown on you before you even finished the last part of your statement. Truly, it was to be a long morning at the rate things were going. Still, you welcomed whatever came. As Ivar watched the exchange, he became enraged. He was not only angered by the fact you still refused to give the man’s location, but also at the fact that you were willing to be tormented for his sake.
‘All this to protect this so-called Herry?’ Ivar thought to himself.
Why you loved the man so much, he could not comprehend. It made the jealousy that coursed through him, become as bitter as bile. The more you protected this lover the more determined Ivar became to lay hands upon him. He wanted to ‘meet’ the man that you were so enamored with that you not only betrayed him, but attempted to leave Kattegat for.
“What is the meaning of this?” The stunned and confused voice of Hvitserk rang out as he crossed the courtyard.
Ivar’s brother had arrived at the estate since he was to be one of your winter guests. Being closer to Ivar than his other brothers, he had chosen to spend this time of celebration at your estate. Upon seeing your shivering form and how drained you appeared, Hvitserk did not wait for Gyðja Inga to respond. He immediately removed his furs as he rushed to your side. Placing the furs around you, he yelled to some of his thralls.
“Open the doors!” He shouted as he lifted you into his arms.
The scowl that Hvitserk gave the Gyðja and her assistants was one that communicated ‘try to stop me’.
“Her husba--.”
“Move from my path or I shall kill you on the spot!” Hvitserk hissed as he cradled you in his arms.
With a condescending smirk, Gyðja Inga stepped aside so that he could pass. Ivar, for his part, said nothing, though he could have. He could have very well demanded that his brother stay out of his affairs, but he allowed you to be carried indoors. Truth be told, half of him was glad that Hvitserk had arrived earlier than expected. It allowed him to not appear weak since he had not ended the interrogation himself.
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“Remove all her things and get her under lots of furs.” Hvitserk ordered the thralls as he set you upon the bed in your chamber. He did not know where Ivar was, but at that moment, he did not care. His only concern was you and getting your body warmed up so you did not die from illness.
“Y/N, look at me.” He said as he knelt in front of you and rubbed your very cold hands.
He nearly pulled his hands back from just how frosty you were but he held on despite how uncomfortable it was to do so.
“They are going to take care of you now.” Hvisterk reassured you with eyes full of remorse as if it was his fault that this all had occurred. “I will go call for a healer but I promise to return as quickly as possible.”
You looked at your brother-in-law and nodded slowly, still trembling from the cold and pain. The pain was due to your body feeling heat again after the extreme cold. Your face, feet and hands felt as if they were receiving millions of tiny cuts as the nerves tried to come alive again.
“Th...th....” You could barely stop chattering long enough to express your gratitude.
“Shush now.” Hvitserk said as he continued rubbing your hands in his. “I just want you to rest. I shall return shortly.”
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Ivar!” Hvitserk yelled as he went down the corridor towards the Great Hall of his little brother’s estate. “I know you are here!”
As expected, he found his brooding brother sitting upon his chair at the front of the Hall.
“Why must you shout so much?” Ivar coolly asked as he enjoyed his first meal of the day. “It is still early in the morning.”
“Ivar! Are you mad?” A bold Hvitserk demanded as he walked up to his brother and placed a foot on the first step. “Why would you do something like that to Y/N? Even for you, it is cruel.”
Ivar rolled his eyes as he sipped his ale. He was in no mood explain what you had done nor his reaction to it. He wondered if Hvitserk had any inclination of just how absurd his line of questioning was. After all, he had yet to marry. He could not possibly understand the fights that occurred between wives and husbands.
“Y/N has been out of hand as of late.” Ivar bellowed as he replied to his elder brother. “Ever since we returned from raiding, she has changed in numerous ways. I do not expect you to understand but as her husband I will not allow her to treat me with disrespect.”
“So what?” An angry Hvitserk replied. “If she has changed, does that give you warrant to torture and attempt to kill her?”
“I did not try to kill her!” Ivar shouted as he pounded the armrest of his chair with his fist. “If I wanted Y/N dead, she would be!” He added.
Hvitserk shook his head in disbelief at his little brother’s response. He was already disgusted that Ivar had instructed for you to be subjected to such torment. But now, Hvitserk was angered that he was also quite unapologetic about it. Regardless of what Ivar claimed you had done, he felt it was quite unnecessary to treat you so harshly. Without another word, he departed to call for the healer, leaving Ivar to his meal.
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As expected, you fell ill. Very, violently ill in fact. The cold had gotten into your system and caused you to become bedridden. Hearing about you illness from Hvitserk, your mother sent your sister Elizabeth back with him to reside with you. Upon her arrival, she requested to be allowed to sleep in your chamber, to which, Ivar surprisingly agreed.
“Elizabeth, do not fear speaking the truth. Do you suppose you can be of more benefit than these useless healers?” Your husband had asked of your little sister before giving his permission.
“She is my blood so I will do all I can. But, I do not know the will of God Ivar.” She had replied with honesty.
“Fine. Please do the best you can do.”
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Using your families knowledge of herbs, Elizabeth nursed you in-between the visits from the healers. There was nothing she required that Ivar did not give her coin or transportation for. Hvitserk spent a great deal of his time by your bedside when he wasn’t in town. He would hold your hand as he regaled you about his day. Even when you were asleep, he would still do so. He supposed that hearing a friendly voice, would comfort you somehow.
Despite all your sister and the healers did, your symptoms were quite severe. You could not keep anything down with the exception of weak broths. Even when Elizabeth had tried to feed you a small portion of honeyed bread, you vomited violently. You kept vomiting until you began expelling pure bile. Your stomach convulsed despite it’s emptiness, causing you great agony.
“I wish to die Lizzy.” You whispered as a thrall wiped your forehead with a cold cloth.
Your cold chills had been replaced by a high fever. Cold or hot, you were miserable either way. The nausea, coughing, body aches, lack of appetite, and other symptoms were enough to make you constantly wish for death.
“I will not listen to such things Y/N.” Your sister chastised, whenever you would speak of death.
Even when you slept, you would sweat until your gown and furs were drenched. The thralls were constantly changing your clothing and bedding around the clock. The fever eventually caused you to become delirious as you began talking in your sleep each night.
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“Where is he.....” You murmured as you tossed and turned. Your sweat beaded forehead dampening your hair. “Get him for me......please.”
As you continued rambling, Elizabeth went for a new dry cloth. The young thrall, who was laid in the bed beside you, tried her best to comfort you by caressing your forehead. Ivar, who was by the open chamber door, overheard your rambling.
He had been avoiding seeing you. With the exception of speaking beside your bed to the visiting healers, he was never around. He would always leave after hearing of your progress despite your sister asking him to stay. Ivar would excuse himself stating he did not wish to get in the way of your care. But it was a lie. It was guilt that prevented him from staying beside you the way Hvitserk did. If he had not requested such an interrogation method, you would not have fallen ill in the first place. As he entered the room, Ivar glanced at Elizabeth who smiled and beckoned him with her hand.
Your sister was sweet but she was much too naive. Despite witnessing his numerous outbursts, she still viewed him in a positive light.
“Wh............where....is he?” You murmured with your eyes closed.
Your words peaked Ivar’s interest.
Could it be that you were actually asking for him? He made his way to your bedside and sat on the chair Hvitserk typically occupied when he visited you. Placing his crutch against the bed, Ivar hesitated before taking your clammy hand in his gloved one. He was nervous and unsure if he should even be touching you but your sister encouraged him by patting his shoulder before taking her seat. As she returned to her sewing, Ivar rubbed your fingers with his thumb. He smirked to himself slightly when he realized just how small your hands were compared to his. It was an odd observation but one he had never really taken notice of.
“Her.....Herry.......” You mumbled as your head tossed to the right.
Ivar looked down at your hand that was in his. Slowly, he pulled away and allowed your hand to fall back onto the bed. With jaw clenched, he grabbed his crutch and stood.
“Brother, are you leaving already?” Your sister asked as he passed by her. “Please pay no mind to her words. She is suffering from fever.”
“Has...she asked for me?”
Your sister sighed. She wanted to lie and say you had but knew that misleading him would not have been very Christ-like.
“Not as of yet...but--.”
“She does not need me here...so..I will go.” Ivar quickly replied before exiting the bed-chamber.
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It took nearly a month but you recovered, thank the Gods or God. Whichever was credited with your recovery by your family and friends. During the entire time, Hvitserk was beyond attentive. Even when you showed your first signs of returning to normal, he was the one that would carry you to the Great Hall for your meals. He would sit across from you and force you to tell him stories from your homeland while you ate. Ivar avoided both of you as much as possible. He attended feasts and returned drunk, only to be escorted to the chamber he had made his own since your attempt to flee Kattegat.
Since today, was your first outing to the marketplace with your servants, Ivar was a bit nervous about seeing you. Hvitserk had asked him to come along but he refused stating he had to finish speaking to his men. It was a speech Ivar could have given any time but it was a good reason to avoid you.
As you made your way across the courtyard, Ivar was impressed by just how beautiful you looked. In fact, no one would have been able to tell you had been ill for such a long time. Your sister had truly fed you well when you were on the mend and you appeared a renewed woman. With a smile upon your face and furs over your shoulders, you walked side-by-side with Elizabeth, as your thralls followed. Hvitserk was already waiting not too far off with the wagon driver who was to escort you all.
As you laughed at a joke your sister had said, you spotted your husband sat near some of his men. He shifted nervously when your eyes met but still looked at you with hopefulness in his eyes. Even managing to give you a small smile. But, as you passed in front of him, you looked away as to not acknowledge his presence. Ivar could only watch you walk away as he swallowed hard.
He realized that even the simple courtesies you had once shown him, were now a thing of the past. Swallowing his sorrow as he had done many times as a child, he reflected on his mother Aslaug. Ivar wondered what she, or Ragnar for that matter, would say to comfort him in such a time as this.
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The anguished screams of the boatman echoed loudly throughout the secluded tower he was being held in. The man, who had transported your lover to his new homeland had been caught, beaten and dragged to his holding cell by Ivar’s men at the behest of Harald Finehair and Halfdan the Black. After being asked to assist in finding Herry’s location, the visiting brothers went to work quite quickly. As the tortured boatman hung from the stone walls of the of the tower, he begged for his life as Ivar, Halfdan and Harald watched the guards prepare to torture him again.
As Ivar glared at his prisoner, one of his loyal guards used a newly sharpened axe to slice into the boatman’s heavily bruised chest. The screams that emanated from the tortured man were horrid. Undeterred, the guard continued to slice away at his chest and shoulders until the man could take the agony no longer.
“I will tell you everything. Mercy I ask. Mercy!”
Ivar’s eyes perked as he motioned for his guards to step aside. Halfdan and Harald watched with keen interest as he approached the boatman on his crutch.
“Where did my wife pay you to take him?”
“Wessex! She...she paid for him to be taken to Wessex. She said......”
“Go on.” Ivar implored the man, his eyes wide with interest.
“She said despite it being very expensive, she wanted him to be safe. When I had described the kingdom to her, she figured it to be the best option.”
Ivar’s nostrils flared at the words but he composed himself.
“What else?”
“That is all I know. I merely transported him. I did not overhear or find out where he was to settle once we arrived. You have to believe me.”
Ivar cocked his head the side and looked at his friends before looking back at the frightened boatman.
“Do you know who I am?”
The man shook with fear as he nodded slowly.
“You are a Ragnarsson. Ivar the Boneless.” He managed to say despite being frightened beyond measure.
“That is correct.” Ivar said as he moved closer to the man, his rage now heightened. “Then I suppose you must also know that I do not appreciate you assisting my wife in deceiving me.”
“I...I am sorry Prince Ivar.”
“I highly doubt that. But you will be!” Ivar seethed as he pulled his axe from his waist.
In rapid succession, he struck the boatman in the head until the bones of his skull gave way. Blood, brain and fragments of bone flew onto Ivar who was now in a blind rage. As his men and friends looked on, your husband continued to hack the boatman only stopping when the man’s body ceased moving. Looking at his handiwork, Ivar seemed pleased that he had utterly obliterated the man’s entire cranium. It was difficult to discern that there had been an actual human head upon the neck once he had finished. Quite bloody from his assault, Ivar sat down and looked at Halfdan and Harald.
“Well, we only know the country he is in. What shall we do now?” He asked of his close friends.
“Despite it being Christian lands, I know some people who can trace him. Give me some time and my people will do their magic.” Harald assured as his brother agreed.
Ivar laughed as he rubbed his head with his axe, quite pleased that he was one step closer to his revenge.
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“Is it not exciting?” Elizabeth asked nearly bouncing in her chair.
Your mother stood from her seat at the dining table and immediately embraced her at the news. Your sister was with child. Hvitserk, Harald, Halfdan, Sigurd and Ubbe all congratulated Jonah who seemed both excited and nervous at the prospect of becoming a father.
“I am beyond happy for you, Lizzy.” You said as you leaned over and embraced her. You rubbed her small protrusion of a belly that was no more than three months in size, and winked. “Now, I can spoil someone worse than mother spoiled you.”
Ivar, who had been moody the entire night rolled his eyes at your words before congratulating the couple.
“You are a fortunate man Jonah. The Gods seem to have favored you with not only a loving and considerate wife but now, with a child. Elizabeth will make a great mother....better than most women I know.” He said before taking his mead as he stared at you.
Hvitserk eyed Ivar in annoyance. He knew that the last portion was an insult at your expense. Ever since your illness caused by Ivar’s behest, his elder brother had become bolder.
“And how would you know? Are you now an expert midwife?” Hvitserk asked before taking his mead.
The men all roared into laughter at the question. It was quite a funny quip from someone typically so reserved. Despite the laughter, for some odd reason, Ivar did not reply or make his usual poisonous retort. He shrugged off the comment and continued eating while eyeing you from the corner of his eyes.
“I look forward to you being with child as well Y/N” Your mother stated with a heart full of joy.
The statement had barely left her lips when you burst into fits of laughter. If she had known how absurd the thought of having a child with Ivar was in your mind, she would not have touched the subject. Harald and the other men smirked whilst Ubbe raised an eyebrow at your reaction. Only you and Hvitserk understood why you found the whole idea repugnant, especially after recent events.
“My apologies. I am not laughing at you mother.” You replied as you looked at her. “But I do not want a baby. It may be all good and well for some women, but I have no interest.
“Shut your mouth Y/N or I shall shut it for you!” Ivar sneered through gritted teeth as his hand crashed with a thud onto the table. “I am beyond tired of your new persona and mannerisms. Must I remind you on a regular basis of who I am?” He said as his nostrils flared. His blue eyes became wild with rage as he continued. “I do not wish to hear your voice again for the remainder of the night!”
“So you are my father now?” You asked, quite amused that he felt he could command you as one would a toddler.
“I think I’ve heard enough from you.” Ivar said as his blue eyes focused on Y/C eyes.
Ubbe glanced between you two a moment, whilst the others at the table, kept eating. Your mother was shocked at the manner in which Ivar spoke to you in the presence of guests. Of course she had never liked him, being a Christian and all. However, she had hoped he would have become kinder to you since he had insisted on marrying you in the first place. Why he would demand to have you only to turn around and mistreat you, made no sense to your mother. Hvitserk’s lips tightened as he tried to keep himself from cursing his brother to hell and back. He clenched his horn tightly as he sipped his mead, never taking his eyes off you.
“Alright.” You said as your straightened in your seat. “I will say no more since you prefer to think what you like. I suppose the truth hurts.”
The slap that went across your face was so loud, even the thralls standing around the room stopped their menial tasks to look. Everyone sat up in shock as Ivar’s hand left your cheek. The heavy and powerful hand of your husband sending your head flying to one side briefly. Hvitserk and Sigurd stood immediately whilst your mother begged Ivar’s forgiveness.
When you returned your head to it’s previous position, you felt a warmth flow over your lip. It was then that everyone noticed the blood that was running from your nose to your chin. Indeed, Ivar had slapped you quite viciously. You could even taste the saltiness inside your mouth from the small blood vessels that had broken. Everyone was stunned. Even Ivar seemed surprised by his own reprimand as he watched you slowly wipe the blood with the back of your hand.
“That is enough, brother.” Sigurd commanded as he stood by Ivar’s chair, looking down upon him.
Surprisingly, despite not typically getting along with Sigurd, Ivar did not argue. He nodded slowly at his command before looking to you again.
“Please forgive her.” Your mother said as she wrung her hands.
She knew you did not deserve such treatment but you were, after all a foreigner and a Christian. The only thing she could think of to defuse the situation was to appeal to Ivar. After all, as a mother, she simply did not want him to beat you further. Refusing to listen to your mother beseeching the man you considered a monster any further, you stood. The blood continued to run as a thrall handed you a cloth which you placed across your face. Without another word, you left as Ivar stared after you. Hvitserk, of course followed, as everyone else continued the awkward mealtime.
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“Y/N!” Hvitserk called out to you in the corridor. “Please wait for me.”
You were so embarrassed and angry that you refused to stop to speak to the Ragnarsson that you cared about the most. As you hastily made your way into another corridor, Hvitserk finally caught up with you. As quickly as he grabbed your arm, he pulled you into a darkened room. Touched by his concern, you removed the cloth from your face to speak to him.
“I am--.”
In a blink of an eye Hvitserk leaned down and crashed his lips to yours. He did not care about the blood nor Ivar for that matter. As he embraced you tightly, he lifted you in the process, your feet barely touching the floor. Your heart pounded at the passion within his kiss threatened to leave your breathless. You required no prodding to return his embrace as you kissed him back. Sliding his lips from yours, Hvitserk pinned you against the wall licking your neck, peppering it with kisses and playfully biting your shoulder. Your hands caressed his braided hair as you closed your eyes feeling utterly worshiped and cherished in your brother-in-laws arms.
“H...Hvitty.” You whispered against his lips. “We must stop before someone enters.”
Though you wanted to continue, you knew you had to take care since Ivar or one of the other guests could possibly be searching for you.
“Hvitty, listen..” You said as you gave him a tender peck. “We will continue elsewhere.”
“Where?” He asked placing his forehead to yours. “I will not to let you go unless you name the place.”
“When I go to see my mother tomorrow, we can spend time together.”
“Alright.” He smiled with his forehead still against yours. “You do not know how happy I am right now. I thought for certain you would reject me.” Hvitserk added looking at you with eyes glistening with tears.
You were touched by his candidness and obviously deep devotion. All this time, as the two of you had become close, you never suspected that he cared for you in a romantic sense. You placed both hands on his cheeks as you looked into the blue eyes that admired you so.
“I will always take care of you Y/N. I promise.”
With that, Hvitserk pulled you into a tender embrace, caressing your shoulder with his lips every so often.
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“You are certain that the information is accurate?” A happy Ivar asked Harald as they walked the town after the evening meal.
“As certain as one could get. Trust me, this is accurate. My Christian spies have never failed me.” Harald replied with a smile. “So what do you wish to do now?”
“I want him here of course!” Ivar replied.
“Back in Kattegat to pay for his crimes.” Harald chuckled. “I agree. It would be much too easy to kill him where he is.”
“So will you do it?”
“Do what?”
“ Will you do me the favor of apprehending him for me personally? I would go but you know that I hate the waters and only journey them when need be.” Ivar said as his mind raced with excitement.
“Of course! Besides, I have been dying for a little adventure before our next raid anyway.” He smirked. “I also want to see what you will do once you have him in your grasp.”
“Really? So you understand me?” Ivar asked with keen eyes.
“Of course. The man must be taught a lesson. I would do the same if I was in your place.” A thoughtful Harald replied.
“You are a true friend. As is your brother.” Ivar replied shooting Harald a very genuine smile. Something he had not done in a long time to anyone. “Do not worry, I will pay well and even add a boon once you have delivered him into my hands.”
“I want to watch him receive his justice as well.” Harald added with his eyes squinting deviously.
“Of course. After all, I do plan on putting on quite a show.” Ivar assured him.
The two continued their walk, very pleased with the turn of events.
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The following day, you began getting ready to visit your mother as planned. Your cheek was still sore and sported a massive bruise, but you were determined to leave the house regardless. Ivar was still residing in his ‘new’ bedchamber, but entered your chamber as you were finishing getting dressed. Taking a seat nearby, he watched as you put on your jewelry. Despite being sat for a long time, Ivar was quiet. It didn’t take long for his presence begin irritatating you. It was like dressing for an audience and you were in no mood to be his entertainment.
“What is the matter?” You asked in a cold tone. “Have you now taken to intimidating me while I dress?”
Ivar sighed and looked away a moment before looking back at you.
“Y/N...I want to ask you something.” He said almost as if he was unsure of what to say next. “Why do you care about that man?” He paused and shifted his crutch as his jaw clenched tightly. It was difficult to recall that you loved another. “What does he have that I cannot give you?”
You didn’t even turn to look at Ivar. After slapping you and having you tortured, you were in no mood for his woe-is-me antics and expressions.
“What does he have, you ask?” You repeated. “For one thing, he is not you! That is a good start for any man in my opinion.”
Your words made your husband seethe as he eyed you - his rage steadily building.
Instantly, a fuming Ivar reached over and grabbed your arm forcefully, turning you to face him.
“My patience has worn with you Y/N! I will return to our chambers tonight whether it pleases you or not! You will be my wife happily or begrudgingly. Either is fine by me!” He fumed, wide eyed as if he had lost his senses. With his face right in front of yours, his breath labored as he tried to contain his rage. “And you will lay with me, make no mistake about that! I will take no more of your rejection!”
With that, Ivar let go of your arm and grabbed his crutch. He left you alone in the chamber utterly frightened by his intentions.
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At your mother’s home, you helped arrange her vast array of herbs and homemade potions in the small shop she now used to consult people. Due to the time you healed Hvitserk, as well as other times your families expertise of herbal treatments had been put to use, she was in high demand. So much so, that she no longer helped your sister and brother-in-law on the farm. Your mother now resided in her own place, purchased by Ivar of course, and now treated patients as well as taught others with her vast knowledge.
When your mother had stepped back into the house to check on the thralls preparing the midday meal, you began searching for the herbs you came for. Due to the winter, you could no longer harvest them near your residence any longer but you knew your mother had an ample stockpile.
Wild carrot seed, smart weed leaves, stone seed root, jack in the pulpit root and thistles. You were so pleased as you took ample amounts of each and packed them into your bag.
“Hello beautiful. Are you waiting for someone?” A cheerful Hvitserk said as he entered.
He had waited patiently for the time you had instructed him to arrive. Diverting from his plans to go watch a show with Sigurd and Ubbe, he stood in front of you and leaned down for a kiss.
“My mother could return any moment.” You said as you dodged his lips playfully. “You have to wait.”
Hvitserk gave you a look as if he did not fully wish to comply, however, he accepted your instruction.
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After you all enjoyed the midday meal, your mother retired to her bedchamber for some rest. She had been caring for people non-stop due to the winter illnesses and needed sleep badly. Hvitserk eyed you with lust as he sat patiently for you to give him a sign that the coast was clear.
After waiting only five minutes after she had left you two alone, Hvitserk took you by the hand and led you to an empty bedchamber. He brought his lips to yours almost immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck. There was something so enthralling about the quiet Ragnarsson that made your heart race when he was close. His passion was both tender and overwhelming. The way he touched you as if you were the only woman he had ever laid eyes upon, was intensely arousing. Hvitserk brushed his fingers across your lips before taking them again in another kiss. He bit your bottom lip playfully, licked your tongue, caressed you waist and so much more, sending you into a euphoric state of passion.
“I want you to be with me Y/N.” He said after he had broken the kiss.
You still had your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him. The thoughts of Herry came flooding into your mind. You loved him so much but knew, you would never see him again. The only consolation was that he at least could live a happy life, even if it wasn’t with you.
“May I tell you the entire story of what occurred prior to my interrogation?” You asked Hvitserk.
If you could possibly find some joy, it would be with him. So if your passions were to lead to anything, even it was merely becoming lovers, you wanted to be honest with Hvitserk. That is how much you cared for him.
“Of course.” He replied as he led you by your hand to a bench.
As the two of you sat down, he continued to hold your hand in his. Even as you spoke, he caressed you, never wavering in his attentiveness. As promised, you indeed divulged everything. From falling in love with Herry prior to Ivar asking for your hand, to the affair and sending him away from Kattegat. Nothing was withheld. You wanted to make certain that if Hvitserk heard anything, it was from your very mouth. God only knew what Ivar would say to make himself look the victim. After mulling over everything you had revealed, the older Ragnarsson smiled at you.
“Forgive me when I say that I am glad you were unable to join him.” He began. “I think the Gods know how much I have longed for you. Though he was your first love, I believe I can make you even happier, if given the opportunity.” Hvitserk added as he searched Y/C eyes.
You almost cried at his willingness to overlook your shortcomings and sin. As a Christian, you hated how being married to Ivar had caused you to fail in your walk. At least, God was not so cruel as to leave you love-less despite your backsliding. You had Hvitserk and he had you. And that, was better than anything your could have ever hoped for.
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Your chamber door opened with a thud as you sat upon the bed removing your earrings. You had just consumed your herbal tincture and were removing your bracelets. The time with Hvitserk had been lovely and you now wanted to rest and reflect on it. The two of you had spent most of the day talking about your hopes and dreams, even briefly taking a stroll in the forest near your mother’s home. It had been a good day indeed.
Now, here you were, besieged by female thralls who entered unannounced with Ivar not far behind them on his crutch. After asking you to move, three of the women went to work setting new furs upon the bed as you watched. Without a word, the other two thralls began unlacing your gown.
“What is the meaning of this?” You asked one of the them as she diverted her eyes. “I know how to disrobe myself!”
The oldest thrall glanced at Ivar and then went back to unlacing the intricate waist of your bodice. He was sat in his favorite place, the planning desk near your bed. A thrall removed his shirt for him before pouring out some mead into his horn. As you glared at him, Ivar looked back at you with determination. He peered into your eyes to signal that he meant what he had said to you earlier in the day.
No matter what, he was determined to lay with you. The months away raiding and the constant refusal since his return had run its course. Tonight, you would return to conducting your wifely duties. As the top layers of your clothing fell to the ground, the thralls asked you to step out of them so they could take them away. You placed your hand over your breasts that were visible through your sheer white voile slip as Ivar eyes traveled over you. He nodded to the older thrall beside him who immediately walked over.
“Come mistress. We have prepared you a warm bath.”
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Begrudgingly, you followed the thralls out towards the wash-room. As they spoke to you, you nodded. However, you did not hear a word they said. Your mind was too busy trying to come up with an excuse to divert your husband’s sexual advances. When you finally arrived in the wash-room, you were confused as to why there were two bathing tubs.
The one filled with warm water was the tub you were made to sit in first. The other, beside it, was still being filled with warm milk and water by two thralls. You then realized you were to be given two baths, the second being the more luxurious one. Despite you insisting that you could bathe yourself, the old thrall instructed the others to bathe you.
“The master gave precise instructions.” She reassured you as the women continued washing your body. “Please try to relax.”
After you were rinsed down with clear water after the first bath, you were led to the other. It was actually quite nice to sit in the warm milk mixture since it had also been made aromatic by the addition of rose oils. As you closed your eyes, enjoying the lavish bath, you almost forget that Ivar was awaiting you. The thralls however, did not. After allowing you to enjoy yourself a few minutes, the old thrall instructed the women to get you out. You were dried off and dressed in a long blue silken slip that tied on each side, The thin shoulder straps also had to be tied, leaving you with a seductive form as the fabric barely clung to your curves. As for your hair, it was styled in a quick braided up-do by two thralls whilst another applied cosmetics your face. They ensured that they added plenty of kohl to your eyes as per Ivar’s request.
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When you were finally led back to your chamber, Ivar was already in the bed with a fur covering his lower body. He looked at you with an eager smile upon his face as he held out his hand. When you did not move, the old thrall took your hand and placed it in his.
“You look so beautiful Y/N.” He said before kissing the back of your hand.
The eldest thrall, motioned for the others to depart from the bedchamber, however, she remained. The gray-haired woman took a seat in a chair beside the bed as Ivar pulled you to sit beside him. He immediately yanked one of the shoulder straps bows and then the other, exposing your breasts as you looked straight at the wall. You simply refused to make eye contact with him. As you felt his rough hands groping your breasts from behind, you closed your eyes. His breath tickled your neck as you felt his heart rate increase.
“Lay down and open your legs.” He whispered in your ear before planting a kiss on your neck.
“Not so fast Master. You must first prepare your wife if you hope for her to enjoy her time with you.” The old woman commented matter-of-factly.
Did this old woman mean to be there for the duration of your sexual encounter, you wondered. Apparently so since Ivar looked to her and shyly asked what he was to do. The old woman walked over to the bed and removed your slip from you entirely. As you sat naked upon the bed, she pushed your legs open before taking Ivar’s hand and placing it on your mound.
“You must arouse her, like this, young Master.” She said as she took his wrist and began moving it in circular motions against the external lips of your vagina. When she was satisfied that he understood her instruction, she released his wrist and went back to her seat.
As Ivar continued to rub his rough hand against the outside of your vagina, you shuddered as the friction began to arouse you. Your body was betraying you. Immediately, you attempted to move his hand but he was far to strong. Despite holding his wrist with both your hands, Ivar continued to rub your private area before he finally slid two of his fingers into your opening. You closed your eyes as you leaned into his chest, almost resting yourself against him. Grabbing your neck with his other hand, Ivar kissed your neck passionately.
“No!” You suddenly shouted as you tried to pull out of his arms.
No matter how good he was making you feel, you still held allot of resentment against him. You could not see yourself allowing him to think you wanted him, that night or any night for that matter. The old woman, surprised at your outburst, tried to calm you.
“Do not be afraid mistress. He is your husband, he loves you.”
“No.” You said again as Ivar still had your neck in his grasp and his face next to your ear. “I do not wish to lay with you.”
Ivar’s eyes darkened. He ordered the old thrall to leave the chamber as he tossed you onto your back. Before you could move, he was on top of you, his weight baring down on you as he opened your legs forcefully.
“I will no longer take your rejection!” Ivar hissed into your ear as he grasped his aroused member and rubbed it against your wet entrance.
With that, he pushed into you in one swift motion, making your voice catch in your throat. He groaned as he finally felt your warmth clasp tightly around his hard cock. It was a feeling he had missed a great deal. With his arousal as high as it could possibly be, Ivar ended his torment as he began slamming into you with deep rhythmic thrusts. You could only scream and writhe underneath him as he used his cock to punish you. Your husband’s unrestrained pounding was so intense that the sound of your vagina meeting his member echoed throughout the the bed-chamber. You cried out as you felt crushed underneath the weight of his unrestrained passion.
“I....am....going....to.....give....you....a....baby.” Ivar grunted as he plunged into you with each word.
You could only scratch his arms and back as you attempted to free yourself. All of it in vain of course as he kept his pace, moving in and out of your walls that now twitched around his member. As you moaned against your will, Ivar became even more excited and brought his his lips to yours. When you attempted to move away from his kiss, he slapped you and then grasped neck tightly. He again went to claim your lips in his, kissing you with fiery passion, hand tightly squeezing your throat. When his lips left yours, he finally relaxed his grasp allowing you to finally catch your breath as tears ran down the side of your face.
Ivar looked down at where his pelvis met yours and slowed his thrusting as he hovered over you. He grunted as he watched his cock sinking into you over and over. It’s length disappearing into your warm and wet cunt each time.
“Please....stop.” You asked as your moaning became harder to control.
“Fuck!” Ivar suddenly groaned as he returned to slamming into you at frantic pace.
You could feel yourself nearing an orgasm and were fighting to keep it at bay. However, it was a losing battle as you screamed out when you felt the heat grow in your belly and move to your walls as Ivar relentlessly slammed into you. The sound of flesh hitting flesh once again reverberated in the chamber as your husband felt himself ready to release into you.
“Y/N.”
Your name was the last thing you heard from Ivar’s lips before his cock began throbbing within you. As he finally released his seed, he continued thrusting as he buried his face into the side of your neck. Holding onto your hips, he kept pounding himself into you as his semen and your wetness provided plenty of lubrication. His movements finally caused you to unravel as your walls convulsed around his unyielding, thrusting cock. As you sobbed in ecstasy, you began bucking your hips up to meet his. Ivar moaned as he met you each time. You felt him dig his fingernails into your hips as he was abruptly overcome by a second orgasm. As he held you close, he slowed. Ivar rocked himself into you gently as yet more of his seed flooded into you. You grasped the furs underneath you as your husband pressed his sweat drenched body against your equally wet frame. As Ivar continued to release himself into you, you trembled underneath him as the last remnant of your orgasm ended.
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The following day, you woke up bright and early to take your bath. You avoided Ivar most of the afternoon due to being angry about him forcing himself upon you. Your body might have betrayed you by responding to his touch but you now had your wits again. If Ivar thought a night of passionate sex was enough to make amends for the way he had treated you for over a year and a half, he was sadly mistaken. At least, you outsmarted him where it mattered. That made you quite happy indeed. His absurd desire to impregnate you would never come to fruition. The herbs that you had taken from your mother’s shop would see to that. On their own, each of the herbs were a powerful contraceptive, but combined into a tincture, they were foolproof.
You smiled to yourself as you sat in the sewing room wondering when Hvitserk would return from seeing Bjorn in the neighboring township. Hopefully, he would not stay late into the evening and be forced to spend the night again. You missed his company and wanted someone around that you actually enjoyed conversing with. As you were busily sewing, you heard the telltale sound of your husband’s feet and crutch upon the wooden floor. He smiled to himself when he spotted you calmly doing your work. Taking a seat, Ivar watched you for roughly five minutes, seemingly content to be in your presence without speaking.
“What is it?” You snapped. “You could not have possibly come here to learn how to sew.”
Ivar chuckled at your query.
“Of course not.”
“Get your furs. We are going to the docks to see Harald off.” He added.
You nodded as you diverted your eyes from his intense gaze.
"See him off?” You wondered to yourself.
But Harald and his brother were to be guests for the remainder of the winter. As were Ubbe, Sigurd and Hvitserk. Where could the man suddenly be headed off to in the middle of a visit?
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At the docks, Ivar sat as you stood beside him. The thralls you had come with shivered as a strong gust of wind blew from the ocean. Ivar, despite the cold, seemed to be in good spirits as he waved to his friend - who was already upon his boat with his crew. As Harald spotted the two of you, he smiled.
You thought it was a peculiar smile but you smiled back none-the-less.
“Do you not wish to know where he is headed?” Ivar asked as he smiled up at you.
“Where?” You asked not wanting to be drawn into a long conversation with him.
“To Wessex!”
You instantly snapped your neck to look at Ivar at the mention of the Kingdom. Pleased that his words had gotten the reaction he had hoped for, Ivar said nothing. He only peered into your eyes with a smile upon his face before looking away and smirking to himself. Your horrified expression conveyed that you understood exactly what was going to transpire.
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