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In Love with a Monster

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

A/N: Dedicated to the one and only @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl

Summary: Being in an arranged marriage, you told your husband was a monster.

"He is a monster, yet you want me to marry him?!"

"It is best for our kingdom. And it is final, you will marry Ivar!" your father's words sent shivers down your spine. You have been arguing and trying to reason with him for the past hours to no avail.

Your father was a stubborn man, ever since you lost your mother, it got worse.

But having you marry a Viking? 

He said it was to ensure the relationship since Vikings were great at fights.

He explained that soon, a carriage will arrive for you and you will be taken to Kattegat to your husband.

And it was final.

You felt betrayed by your own father.

But what did you expect?

You knew he had been looking for a husband for you. You just never expected that he would find such a man, or as he said, a monster.

You had a terrible nightmare, dreaming of monsters as you woke up in cold sweat. 

Your life might as well end now.

But the next day, just as your father said, the carriage arrived and soon, you were on a boat sailing towards your demise and misery.

To be married to a Viking monster.

---

Ivar on the other hand was rather excited. When his mother told him about a Princess he will marry, he found himself to be rather excited and nervous.

He walked with his brothers towards the waters, seeing the boat, Ivar let out a sigh.

Hoping his bride would not be too afraid of him.

---

As you got off the boat a kind woman stepped forward. She was the Queen, wife of Ragnar, Aslaug. 

"Meet my sons, this is Ubbe, Sigurd, Hvitserk and your husband to be, Ivar." you kindly bowed to all of them and you could feel them staring at you. You wondered if your dress was possibly too much. You knew better than to stare but you did notice the weird contraption around Ivar's legs.

"He is a cripple, he cannot walk but do not let that fool you, he is a monster, a terrible murderer who would take down an army by himself." your father's words rang in your head.

"Currently the wedding is being planned so I think it would be best to let you rest, I'll show you to your room." said Aslaug, breaking the silence. 

You nodded one last time and the men in front of you before turning to follow their mother. She guided you to a house and inside she showed you a room. "Now, this would be only before your wedding, of course after it, you would be with Ivar. Welcome to Kattegat." she smiled before leaving you alone in the room to get ready for the wedding.

You let out a sigh.

"Are all monsters this handsome?" you said to yourself quietly before two servants arrived to get you dressed.

---

"You are lucky, Brother!" said Hvitserk as he patted Ivar on the back, they all walked off the docks, heading to their business. "She is a beauty!"

"And a Princess! You are clearly mother's favourite child, giving you such a bride. OR she just feels sorry for you." said Sigurd but Ivar didn't pay any mind to him.

His mind was filled with you.

How beautiful you looked, how shy you were. He was certain you have seen his legs, or at least heard about them. 

Ivar couldn't stop thinking about you. His senses were filled as he could recall a small whiff of your scent. Such a sweet and innocent woman you were, he could tell.

You will be the perfect wife and a great Viking.

His princess.

---

You looked at yourself in your gown as the servants left and gave you some space. 

You felt your hands shake, you knew you were about to be married to a monster.

You were terrified.

You learned a long time ago that people with beautiful faces can be the most cruel. 

And it is what you expected.

---

Ivar watched you walk towards him. Looking like a goddess, Ivar's breath was taken away immediately.

He could tell his brothers also had the same thought. 

Soon, you will be his wife, only his. 

He could see your hands shake as you said your vows.

You were his now.

His woman.

His wife.

His Princess.

His.

As the wedding concluded, now it was time for celebration. Everyone danced, drank and ate.

Ivar saw you looking around, as if trying to learn the habits. Ivar liked that you were willing. 

You, on the other hand, stared at all these people while feeling the burning looks coming from your left, Ivar kept staring at you, making you nervous.

You didn't want the night to end. You were terrified of being alone with him. You did everything that you could just to avoid being alone with him. 

You were rather surprised that Ivar didn't do anything that evening. He showed you his home but that was it, he soon headed to his bed and slept. Leaving you and your thoughts alone.

You were thankful he didn't force you.

---

This went on for a couple of days.

Ivar either ignored or barely acknowledged your presence. 

And you, were terrified of him. Being how your father put all these ideas into your head before he sent you off. 

Slowly, you started to believe they weren't true.

A monster would surely have hurt you or forced you. Ivar never did.

A monster would hurt you or leave you out in the cold. Ivar never did. Instead, he invited you into his home, his bed even, gave you furs and always made sure the fire was crackling away in its place.

During the first days, you would be afraid to fall asleep, fearing he would try something while you weren't aware of it.

But not anymore.

Slowly but surely you were coming around. 

You often heard his brothers tease him about his legs. You wondered if you should say something, but you never did.

Until tonight. When Sigurd decided to be cruel. Ivar was crawling on the floor towards Sigurd when he laughed and pulled the chair back, making Ivar fall. 

You hit the table and stood up. Your eyes locked with Sigurd's you felt everyone staring at you as the room went completely silent.

Sigurd smirked.

"Would the princess like to say something?" his mocking tone changed something inside you.

"We already know you have a tiny cock Sigurd. No need taunt my husband to try and prove otherwise." Sigurd's eyes nearly fell out of his head as Ubbe and Hvitserk laughed. Sigurd looked at Ivar before he walked out of the room, you sat back and finished your meal.

You had no idea what came over you. But you certainly didn't regret it.

"So, you do talk." said Ubbe and it made you look at him.

"Of course I do."

"You have fire in you. You'll be a great Viking." he said as he leaned back in his chair, smirking but you only looked back at your food as you ate. 

You didn't look at Ivar intentionally.

But he was looking at you.

You actually stood up for him. While everyone just sat there laughing, you actually stepped up and defended him. 

And he was grateful.

He had a feeling it wasn't out of pity but rather you had enough of his brother's teasing. 

Ivar smiled to himself as he headed back to his bed. Having his little wife defend him felt truly great. Before, only his mother stood up for him, but now, you did too.

Ivar knew you are afraid of him. It is clear in your actions. But as he pulled his shirt off and laid back in his bed, closing his eyes, all he could think about was you and how beautiful you looked as you told his brother off.

When you entered the room, your eyes were immediately drawn to Ivar. He looked to be asleep on the bed, furs pooling around his waist and his chest on full display.

You were rather taken aback. 

You have never seen him like this before. 

You were shocked. He looked so peaceful and soft. 

The tattoos adoring his chest only made his skin more stunning. The fireplace gave his skin a gorgeous glow. 

You wanted nothing more in that moment than to run your fingers over the ink on his skin.

You wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch.

He looked so comfortable, you wanted nothing more than be held by his arms.

Those strong arms.

You took silent steps, fearing you would wake him. But as you moved to lay down, he stirred as he turned and looked at you.

"I didn't mean to wake you." you said with a low voice. His eyes searched yours, slowly he moved in bed, slightly getting closer to you.

"Are you still afraid of me?" his sudden question made you question yourself.

Sure, during the last couple days, he had been nothing but kind to you.

And it did make you wonder.

He was surely not a monster.

"I don't know." your answer was honest, but you wouldn't say you were scared it was more cautious. 

Cautious because you feared you might have fallen in love with him. And you weren't sure what to do with these feelings.

"My father told me about you before I arrived and I don't think he was right."

"What did he tell you?"

"He told me you were a monster, covered in blood with a wicked smile. Tole me you were a rough man and I would be happy to live a day within your claws. But, I believe he was wrong." you looked down at your hands before looking up into his beautiful eyes. "You have been nothing but kind towards me. I heard you in the kitchen making sure everything was to my liking. You asked your mother for advice and I heard her talk with you about me. I judged you prematurely, and for that, I apologize."

"You are very different from us." he said moving to sit against the pillows. "Your dresses, your hair, the way you speak, eat. I'm simply mesmerised. I feel like I'm falling in love with you, yet don't know anything about you."

There was a moment of silence as you tried to process what he just told you.

"You can be angry and proud, but you can also be gentle and caring. I wouldn't say I love you Ivar, but I can say that I can see myself falling in love with you. I believe we could be happy together here in Kattegat."

"You defended me today. Only my mother did that before."

"I simply had enough of your brother. He believes teasing you would prove his strength but it only shows his weakness. I do like your family however. I do not have siblings, so it is nice to see."

"How many times did Hvisterk try and bed you?" you let out a sigh.

"About... five. But even so, he never touched or forced me. He just simply asked, which I always declined."

"I know you did. He would have told me if he fucked you."

"D-Don't say it like that, please! I wouldn't... sleep with your brother anyway. I believe in the unity of marriage it is sacred." 

"I know you do." Ivar smiled. "Whatever should I do to make you love me, you name it."

"I believe you are already doing enough just by being so patient with me. If you could... I-I would like to be your wife, not just the woman who sleeps in your room. I wish to be a real wife to you as you would be a real husband."

"Tell me what is it you mean by that." Ivar moved even closer, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest. You looked deeper into his eyes.

"I wish for us to find love in one another. A companionship. I wish to be the one who can calm you when you are the most angry. I wish for us to kiss and make love. To have a future and a happy life."

"You speak so sweetly. Your father was not fully wrong however. I did kill many before and I will continue to do so. If that bothers you-"

"I doesn't. It is who you are. I see it now. It is how Viking's are. I do not want to change you. I quite like you the way you are."

"Even my legs?"

"I do not care for your legs. I believe God had to take something from you otherwise you would have been too powerful." your hand moved to his neck as you pulled him closer until your lips met his. 

You were still why and Ivar could sense that, so he decided to take lead and kiss you with passion.

He soon pulled back, "Now that we kissed, I believe it is time to make love." the way he said it, his accent made a shiver run down you spine, he moved you close to him, his lips finding your neck as his hand held your waist. 

You felt your hands shake but this time, it was more excitement than nervousness.

---

The next morning you woke up to a feeling rather strange, someone was holding you and you felt more tired than you should.

Then after just a second, the memories came back. 

Suddenly, you realized who the arms belonged to and just why you were naked.

It was very early as you could tell, Kattegat was still asleep.

And judging by the soft snores behind you, so was Ivar.

Last night was the first ever you spent with him, it was the perfect night. 

And now, feeling his breath on your neck as his arms held you to his chest, you felt at ease. You felt happy.

You managed to fall in love with the monster.

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Imagine: The Ragnarsson brothers admiring your tattoos. [x]

Hvitserk: You have so many tattoos, Y/N! Bjorn: Yes, it is very impressive. Y/N: Oh, thank you haha- Sigurd: -Did they hurt? Ivar: Sigurd, don’t be dense: they’re tattoos, of course they did! Ubbe: Be nice, Ivar! Y/N: Sigurd, it’s okay- this one *points to one of your tattoos* hurt the most, but it’s worth the pain. Ivar: *points to the biggest one* That one is my favourite.

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five-star hotel // modern!ivar x reader (part one of two)

Summary: sometimes, love results in heartbreak. That’s just life, and there was nothing she could do about it. But what if the reason for her anguish was also the very same one that brought her so much bliss?

Pairing: ivar x reader

Type: miniseries

Warnings: angst, heartbreak

Word count: 3.325

Music insp.: Hotel Caro by Baco Exu do Blues & Luísa Sonza (at this point, let’s just assume me picking Brazilian artists is the norm).

A/N:

This is the first time I’ve written for Ivar, but the moment I listened to this song I immediately related it to him. I guess my brain is just wired to connect anything angsty with our dear Ivar The Boneless. It’s very different from what I usually write, and I am aware that this trope has been done a thousand times, but I wanted to give it a try

Please, listen to the song! I know it’s in Portuguese, like most of the songs I pick, but I believe it’s possible to feel the heartbreak just from the rhythm. Nevertheless, I loosely translated some of the lyrics that inspired the fic.

Gentle reminder that English is not my first language, and this was not proofread.

I'm thinking of you smoking a cigarette An empty bathtub, an expensive hotel Honestly, I’m tired If it was you who made a mistake, why do I feel guilty? (hotel caro by baco exu do blues & luísa sonza)

Y/N was over-the-moon excited when Ivar shared his plans with her.

She had been invited by her boss to work with her for a trimester at another branch and had jumped at the opportunity. But, as amazing as it was for her career, it’d keep her away from Ivar for three whole months.

Altogether, they had been apart for two months now, and there was still one more to go. So, when Ivar called to share the news, how he had already booked a hotel room for them, the best available in town, she was over-the-moon excited with the possibility of seeing her boyfriend earlier than expected, and, better yet, have a romantic weekend away with him.

Y/N had gone all in on his idea, even spending more money than she normally would in a dress she just knew he’d love. She had spent the hours before they’d meet getting ready, choosing the lingerie he loved to see her in, putting on makeup that made the colours of her eyes stand out, even watching a YouTube tutorial to master the technique. When Y/N looked at herself in the mirror of her small temporary bathroom, she felt powerful. She was ready to slay, and Ivar Ragnarsson was her chosen victim.

It never crossed her mind the fact that Ivar hadn’t contacted her the whole day, neither to confirm or cancel their plans.

She arrived at the hotel room early, wanting to surprise him. She wanted to see the look on his face when he walked in the room and saw her already there, waiting for him. Also, she missed him like crazy and couldn’t wait to see him.

There was an armchair in a corner of the room, and she moved it, so it was facing the door. Grabbing a bottle of wine she found in the minibar, she sat on the chair, legs crossed, and a glass in hand. The clock on the wall told her it was almost eight pm. Ivar would be there at any moment.

So, she waited. And waited. And waited some more.

It was nearing midnight when Y/N finally accepted that he was not going to show up. By that time, she had finished almost two bottles of wine, still sitting on that same armchair, staring blankly at the door. By then, she had stopped listening to the elevator, no longer perking up to every noise out in the corridor. Was that the sound of his crutch hitting the floor? Well, if it was, she didn’t care anymore.

The one thing she could not believe was that she was, once again, in that situation. She had trusted him with her heart one more time, and he had stomped it to pieces. Again.

She knew Ivar. She knew him better than anyone else, even better than his overprotective mother. She knew that if there had been an emergency, he’d find a way to contact her. If he couldn’t reach out to her himself, he’d send one of his brothers, he’d find a way.

Y/N remembered a specific episode a couple of months into their relationship, when they were supposed to have dinner at their favourite Greek restaurant. But he was over an hour late and all her calls kept going straight to voice mail. That was the first time she thought he had abandoned her. However, just as she was about to leave the restaurant, hungry and desolate, she spotted Ubbe. Ivar had had a minor accident that afternoon, and was in the hospital ever since, just as a precaution, but since he didn’t have his phone and couldn’t contact his girl, he had sent his brother to find her.

But this, left stranded in a hotel room, in a foreign country, when he was supposed to meet her? She knew better. He had every intention of leaving her. This was part of a thought-out plan, a meticulously crafted one. Honestly, she couldn’t even blame him for this one. What was it people said? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…

The first time Ivar pulled something like this, she had cried her heart out for days.

Y/N was telling her friends and family about this amazing guy she had met. All her friends noticed how smitten she was, walking around with heart eyes. Even her mother pointed it out when she brought him to a family festivity. Ivar had won over her mother and aunts the second he walked into her childhood home, carrying a small bouquet for each one of them. Y/N believed she was living the fairy tale she loved to read about as a teenager. Until she wasn’t.

One day, he simply disappeared. Ivar stopped answering her calls and replying to her texts. He had disappeared with the blink of an eye, as easy as that. When a week had gone by without any news from him, she decided enough was enough. After work, she went straight to his apartment. Y/N was going to make him talk, weather he wanted it or not. Civilized people had conversations and she was going to make him act like one for once in his life. However, when she got to his building, the doorman said he wasn’t home, and hadn’t been for the whole week. But he did leave a box for her to pick up, with all the stuff she had left at his place inside, she later found out.

That night, Y/N had gone back to her apartment and cried into the night. And the following days. She didn’t tell a soul about what had happened, how could she? How could she face her family and friends after everything she had told them about Ivar? She believed he was her very own Prince Charming, but it turned out he was just another jerk. Who believed in fairy tales, anyways?

For days, she regretted going by his place. She should’ve known better. If he wanted to talk, he’d come looking for her. All her life, she had judged her friends who always wanted to talk to their partners, to tell them how much they had hurt their feelings. Y/N never understood that need. She’d always argue that they knew that, they just didn’t care. Not receiving a message is also a message, right? Well, just look at how the tables have turned!

However, two weeks later, he came back. She had gone to the movies, her first outing since he left, and when she came back, he was sitting by her door, a huge bouquet of her favourite flowers in hand, one for each day they were apart. For hours, she let him apologise, beg her for forgiveness. He had gotten scared, he got cold feet. He loved her and didn’t realise how much he needed her until it was too late, how he couldn’t live without her. They could go away together, just the two of them and rekindle their relationship. But please, please, she had to forgive him, she had to accept him back!

It was the first time she had ever seen him cry, and the last one. That’s what had gotten to her, she had to admit. Seeing Ivar shed tears for her touched a place in her heart she thought he had damaged forever. So, she agreed. Y/N accepted him back into her life with the promise that he’d never do something like that ever again. If he had doubts about their relationship again, they’d talk it out, together, as a couple.

And just like that, they were back into their very own fairy tale. It was like they were never broken up at all. Their love was stronger than ever, and nothing could tear them apart. Or so she believed.

She just couldn't understand how they ended up here. Again. Y/N kept repeating the last months of their relationship in her head, trying to find the moment where things had changed. Trying to understand if she had done something wrong. However, she knew there wasn’t one. During their time together, Y/N hadn’t been anything but faithful. She knew Ivar had his own issues, even understood some of them; he also required attention, so much attention. Ivar needed someone who understood he wasn’t the easiest person to deal with, but that would devote themselves to him, nevertheless.

So that’s what she did.

Y/N loved Ivar, and there was never a day that went by where she didn’t tell him that. She’d repeat it to him until he’d get embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning red. She’d point out every little detail about him that mesmerized her. Be it his looks, his intelligence, his devotion to her and others he cared about.

She loved it when he’d frown his eyebrows when reading a book. How he’d always pick her favourite movies for them to watch before she even said anything. The way he’d defend her against his brothers’ mocking, even though she was pretty well capable of doing so herself.

In return, she’d keep her fridge stocked with his favourite drinks. She’d send his favourite lunch to his work every time she sensed he was so deep in his work that he forgot to eat. When his legs were hurting too much, Y/N would have his medicine ready, his work brought to him, his bed, or her bed, if they were at her apartment, clean and comfortable. She’d do all that without acknowledging his condition, because she knew how much he hated to feel incapable.

She hadn’t done anything wrong; she was sure of it. So, why did she still feel guilty?

What did he tell her once? Oh yeah, he might break a bone, but he could never break a promise. Oh, well. Apparently, she wasn’t included in such promise. Who would’ve thought? Not Y/N, for certain.

Lingerie the colour of late afternoon Who taught you the way to me? Lying is also hiding the truth Why didn't you take care of me? My darling, loving you so much is not good But it makes no difference I don't want your presence Don't trade me for anyone What is fighting good for? May you win

“Weren’t you going away this weekend?” Hvitserk asks his brother.

They were having their usual night out, just the brothers, and it wasn’t unusual for Ivar to tag along, even if he claimed to hate the city’s club life. But he was almost certain Ivar had mentioned something about travelling to meet his girlfriend.

Ivar takes a moment to realize his older brother was talking to him. But when he does, he just glares at the man.

“Trouble in paradise, I see”, Hvitserk remarks. Honestly, he was surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Ivar had the bad habit of pushing away everything that was good for him.

“Mind your own business, brother”, Ivar answers back, already regretting his decision to join his brothers at the bar.

“What did you do, Ivar?”, Hvitserk tries again.

“Why is it always me that does something wrong? Why couldn’t it have been her?”, the dark-haired brother rebuts back.

Hvitserk doesn’t bother with an answer, just stares at his little brother, one eyebrow raised. Sometimes he couldn’t believe the audacity of Ivar. The nerve!

The last thing Ivar wants is to talk about his relationship with Y/N, that being the very reason why he joined his brothers. Luckily for him, Björn got Hvitserk’s attention, distracting him from the matter momentarily.

The weight of what he’d done was heavy on his shoulders. He couldn’t shake off the image of her alone in that hotel room. When the hotel management had called him to let him know that his guest had arrived, like he had instructed them to do, Ivar wanted to cry. He wanted to get on the first flight, make up an excuse about his delay, and spend the rest of the weekend apologising to her.

But he couldn’t.

He was so sure what he was doing was for the best. Why postpone the inevitable? Just so he could have a few more memories to replay when he was laying by himself in bed, missing her warm body pressed up to his? No. Ivar wasn’t like that, he wasn’t one to avoid pain, life had built him like that. Thus, better than wait for his heart to be broken, he anticipated the result. He ended the relationship before it had the power to end him.

Ivar was about to open a bottle of whiskey to drown out his thoughts when he remembered his brothers were meeting up that night. At the time, anything seemed more appealing than spending the night by himself, thinking about her. So, he jumped at the opportunity. But now, sitting at a crowded bar, still nursing the same beer Björn had handed him when he arrived, and, worst of all, facing his brother’s scrutiny, he regretted his choice. He should have stayed home.

“What crawled up your ass?” Sigurd asks suddenly, noticing the sour look on Ivar’s face.

“Fuck off, Sigurd” Ivar snarks back. He was already at his tipping point, and if Sigurd wanted to start a fight with him, so be it. He needed a way to let out some steam anyways.

“I just asked a question, no need to get offended” his brother argues back, but the little smirk on his lips makes it clear that he knew what he was doing. He wanted to get a reaction out of Ivar, and he was about to get one.

“Come on, guys. Let’s chill, ok?” Ubbe, always the peacemaker, intrudes on their exchange.

Ivar could feel Hvitserk’s stare burning on the back of his head. He knew that his brother had not fallen for his bullshit attempts to distract him. He could never lie to his brother; he’d always see straight through him.

“Hey, Ivar” Hvitserk calls, “I’m not feeling too good. Think you can follow me home?”. It was clearly a lie. The man, being the designated driver, hadn’t touched a drink all night.

He debated his options for a second. It was already past midnight, and it would be next to impossible to get an Uber home. He could walk, but his legs were a bit sore from spending the day on his feet. But most of all, even though he didn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts, he also didn’t want to stay at that bar a second longer.

“Yeah, sure” is all he responds, before standing up, gripping hard to his crutch.

The drive home is silent, and he’s thankful for that. Hvitserk had the habit of opining on his life whenever he got the chance. But, as they grew older and closer, he also learned when not to interfere, and Ivar would be forever thankful for that, especially on a night like this. Not that he’d ever tell his brother that.

“Do you want me to go up with you?” Hvitserk breaks the silence when they arrive at Ivar’s apartment building.

“No!” he answers abruptly. As much as he was thankful for the get away ride, he didn’t wish to spend anymore second with his brother, because if he did, he knew he’d cave and tell him exactly what had gone down that night, and he was not up for the speech that would follow. “I mean, no, but thanks”, he tries again, in a much gentler tone, one that surprised Hvitserk as much as his abrupt response, if not more.

“Hey, Ivar” he hears his brother call for him, just as he was about to leave the car. Standing by the passenger door, Ivar bends down so he can look at him.

“Whatever happened, between you and Y/N, I know you two can work it out. Just have a little faith in yourself, ok?”.

Ivar doesn’t answer, just closes the car door, and walks towards his apartment.

It was hours later when Ivar finally dragged himself to bed. After he had gotten home, he wandered around the apartment, purposely avoiding his bedroom, the one place he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep Y/N out of his thoughts. They shared so many good memories inside those four walls, and now it felt like they were all coming back to haunt him. How was it possible that a place where once he felt so much peace, now left him suffocated?

Now, laying in bed by himself, Ivar wondered if what he did was really the best choice. If he had followed through with his plans like he had initially planned, he’d be with her right now. They would’ve gone to dinner, where she’d share with him all the news about her job, and he’d complain about working with his family. Then, they’d make their way back to the room, where he’d show her just how much he had missed her. Finally, she’d put on his discarded shirt, and lay in bed with him; her hands running through his dark hair, softly lulling him to sleep. He never had a good night of sleep as good as the ones he spent with her.

The images were playing out so vividly in his head, it was like it was happening right in front of him. Ivar could feel the tears burning his eyes, so he finally let them go. He’d let himself cry, just for tonight. Tomorrow, he’d put his armour back on, and move on with his life.

The fact that he kept himself away from what would’ve been her side of the bed wasn’t helping. But Ivar couldn’t bring himself to lay on her side. He was sure the pillows would still smell like her, even though it had been months since they last shared the bed, and the sheets had been changed many times ever since. Reaching out, he touches one of the pillows, fingers running through the soft material.

He never understood how someone could sleep with so many pillows, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to put them away. It was like a part of him expected her to come back. As if one day he’d wake up and find her sleeping peacefully by his side, hands tucked beneath her head, lips parted, hair disheveled. Every time he woke up first, he’d stay in bed, admiring her features, imagining what would it be like to wake up next to her every single day, for the rest of his life.

He knew he had made the right decision. Loving someone as much as he loved her couldn’t be considered healthy, and he knew their tragic fate was just around the corner. One day, Y/N would realize the mistake she’s made. She’d finally understand that he wasn’t who she deserved. She’d get tired of putting up with his sorrow ass and leave.

Or worse.

She could be lying. What if all this time they were together she was lying to him? What if all the times she had said she loved him, she wasn’t being truthful? What if she had already met someone new? She had spent the past couple of months by herself in a different country… Weren’t there a million rom-com movies about that trope?

Honestly, the possibilities were infinite. So many things could happen. Just look at his father’s history. Ragnar married twice, had children, built a family. Both his wives devoted themselves to him, and still he wasn’t satisfied. Nowadays, he was just a shallow of the man he once was. He had so much and still couldn’t find happiness. What if that was his fate too?

No, he couldn’t end up like Ragnar. He was better than that. And that’s exactly why he did what he did, he had to remind himself. It was better to end things by his own terms than live by the volatility of other people's feelings. It was better to suffer now, when he was prepared, than be taken by surprise, be blindsided by her.

So, that was it.

Tonight, he’d let himself feel the pain of the breakup. He’d allow himself to remember all the reasons why he loved her so fiercely. All the little things that made her so unique in his eyes.

But tomorrow, it must come to an end.

Tomorrow, he was going to move on with his life, whatever it takes.

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[peakywitch]

Lips and Skin - Ivar +18

a/n: I DO NOT CARE IF YOU'RE -18 AND INTERACT WITH THE FIC, SEX IS NORMAL. JUST KNOW THAT IF YOU EVER DO SOMETHING WITHOUT SOMEONE'S CONSENT, YOU AUTOMATICALLY GAIN THE TITLE OF DISGUSTING PERSON. So, without anything else, enjoy!

Sumary: Y/N made Ivar jealous during dinner, and he has to remind her who owns her.

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words: 1.8 k

Trigger warnings: oral (m to f), fingering (m to f), knifes in general, carving, blood, pain game (i think), dom!Ivar and mature language. kind of an AU where vikings do read and write, so Ivar knows how to spell his name lol

As soon as you click "read more", you'll see nsfw stuff, because this is basically horny shit without introduction.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, huh? Me, between your sweet, trembling legs…” his left fingertips softly ran up and down my outer thigh, while his lips whispered against my hip bone in the middle of a kiss.

“Ivar-” I cried his name, almost forgetting how to form a sentence “I-ivar, I beg of you-” As I begged, I felt his right hand caressing subtly against my lower belly. He was so tender and so… torturous. Fingers ever so light, that the smallest pressure would send me over the edge. Every time his skin brushed against mine, moans would part my lips, longer every time.

“You can’t even talk, huh?” His sealed lips formed a small, cocky and dark smile that shortly after separated, letting his teeth closer to my skin. “You can’t find your words now? Or after what happened at dinner you ran out of them?” He bit my skin impossibly soft, and I squealed.

I couldn’t answer, my whole body was… shut. My legs stopped answering, and even if I tried to stay still, as he liked, I just couldn’t help it. His body moved quickly, and suddenly, his forehead was pressed against mine, and I could feel his right hand travelling from my inner thigh to my breasts, and his hard fingers pinched my skin.

“I said,” his eyes stayed on mine, he was probably enjoying how worn out I looked “Can you find your words? Or you ran out of them, hmm?” His eyebrows were arched provocatively, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying me.

I could only moan in response when I felt his hands leaving my chest, travelling up to my throat.

“Answer me.” he ordered, as he accommodated his fingers on both sides of my throat. I closed my eyes, enjoying how good the cold arm ring felt on my skin.

“Please, I’m sorry.” I breathed, after trying my best to gather a thought. His lips kissed mine, while his hand stayed firm on my throat. Almost pinning me down to the bed.

“Are you sorry, my love?” he teased, while his lips traveled from my mouth to my neck, leaving wet kisses all over my skin “I think you forgot who owns you, didn’t you?” he kept on talking, “What am I going to do with you, huh? Should I make you blow me in the middle of Kattegat, huh? So you never forget…” his hand went from my neck to my hair, pulling it and making me jump “... who owns you.” His eyes traveled from my exposed skin to my eyes, and he stayed there, staring directly at my soul.

“So, my love, who do you belong to?” He demanded an answer, while his fingers ran through my scalp “I’m just getting started with you… and you’re already crumbling?” he let out a small laugh, a shaming one, while gripping my hair and making a fist with his hand. “When I ask a question, Y/N, I expect an answer.” his grip became stronger. I gulped, trying to form a sentence.

“Ivar…” I breathed out “I belong to you, Ivar…” I muttered in his lips, while he smiled as he heard my words. His hand let go of my hair and his kisses started to draw a path down to my belly from my lips. As he kissed my torso, his fingers traveled to my core “Ivar!” I moaned as I felt him pressing his fingers against my clit.

“You really don’t have any more words than just my name in your head right now, Y/N?” He teased, making his chin brush against my most sensitive parts. I moaned softly and he left a series of wet kisses on my body, getting closer and closer to where I needed him.

“My name,” he spoke in between kisses “sounds so…” he elevated one of my legs slightly, so it could rest on his shoulder. Trying to catch my eyes, he pinched my leg and I looked at him, my legs tangled in his strong arms “Beautiful when you moan it.” He separated his face from my core, and staying there, began to circle his fingers. They danced in my skin, making me shiver. “So, so beautiful when you moan it.”

Almost as quick as a lightning, two of his fingers were curling inside of me, and when his mouth found my clit, I screamed his name and my hands ran to his hair, trying to make him stay there, forever. He let out a small, almost inaudible laugh “Such a needy whore, are you not, my love?” his mouth started to travel up and down slowly, and I couldn’t tell if the grip of my hands was getting stronger or weaker. He didn’t have a steady pace, he alternated between kissing and biting in different spots, taking me by surprise every time.

Ivar loved when I answered his questions and orders while he fucked me, it made him a million times more eager, it filled him and his blue eyes with lust. But right now, I wasn’t physically able to form one coherent thought. Lost in the pleasure his mouth was giving me, I kept calling out his name, while holding his hair with both of my hands, begging for him to make me cum.

“Please, please, Ivar…” My back started to arch, as I felt how my orgasm started to wash over my body “Ivar!” I screamed, when his lips and his hands detached from my body “No, no, please! Please!” The wave that was about to hit my body, began to crumble, slowly turning into frustration. He let go of my leg, and sat in front of me “Why did you do that?!” I was getting irritated, the mess between my legs was beyond description. He was partially in his thoughts, still looking at my naked body in front of him.

“Because I need to do something.” he murmured, lustfully.

“Yeah, you’ll need to prevent me from killing you, Ivar.” I began to fight, blood boiling but not from how horny and frustrated I was “Because I almost had-”

“Could I carve my name in your thigh?” he asked, with intermittent eye contact. I choked on my insults and air left my body.

“You what?” I asked, trying to see if I wasn't delusional because of the high this man was putting me in.

“Well, my name sounds so good on your lips… I can’t help but wonder how good it would look right besides that pretty pussy of yours.” He had a small devilish smile, but he was running from my eyes, as if the fact that he wasn’t looking at me somehow would turn off my hearing.

“What do you want to carve, hmm?” I asked, feeling a familiar tingly sensation in my lower belly. I moved closer to where he was sitting on the end of the bed. My hand began to look out for his.

“Forget it, you-” he started, and I kissed his lips softly. I sat over him, still naked, with my legs on both sides of his body. My hand left his, and worked its way up to his face, caressing his cheek and making him look at me.

“Would it be Ivar, or just the letter i, my love?” I whispered on his lips, feeling his hands traveling up and down my ass, slightly pulling my skin.

“It could be just the i, so it doesn’t hurt much.” he murmured, opening his closed eyes from the kiss “But then again, I don’t want any man to think of their name.” he grumbled, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Then you know what to do.”

…

The heat and the pain from his carves in my skin had me squirming. My body was trying to get away from his small, sharp knife. But at the same time, the irregular brush of his arm with my core had me begging for more.

“Look at that, even the first two letters look… breathtaking.” he had just finished the second letter, and his lips replaced the blade, kissing the fresh cut on my skin, “Only two more, Y/N. Think you can take it?” he spoke and his hand caressed my skin, I moaned.

“Yes, just- just do it quickly. Please.” The last thing I saw before shutting my eyes, were his lustful eyes. And then, I felt the stinging pain once again while he began to trace the A. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to drown a small cry.

“We’re almost there, my love. Almost there.” My eyes were squeezed tightly, it began to hurt more than I wanted to admit. I breathed deeply and Ivar kept his eyes glued on my thigh, carefully writing his name.

When he finished the A, he shifted his eyes from his name to my face, which was covered with my hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked, a worried tone tinting his voice. I uncovered my face, and looked at him. His chest was going up and down softly, but his lips were tinted red and he had a small drop of dried blood in his cheek.

“That… that A was a bitch.” I spoke, breathing deeply. Ivar let out a small laugh, kissed his name on my skin and kneeled in front of me.

“I can finish some other day, Y/N.” he assured me, with a sweet smile on his face.

“No, no. It’s okay, let’s… let’s finish this now.” I said, not sure of my answer.

“Are you sure?” Ivar asked, his free hand brushing back his hair. I nodded and took a hold of one of his bed furs in my hand, with a strong grip. “Okay, this is the last one.” he got back to how his body was positioned between my open legs, and I felt my legs tightening when the piercing sensation started once again.

I closed my eyes, as I fought some tears. The stinging pain lasted one minute, maybe two, and I stayed as still as possible. The thought of me getting -even more- hurt, didn’t excite me much.

And then two things happened: I stopped feeling the sharp knife against my skin, and I started to feel how my orgasm started to build up, out of the blue. I opened my eyes and tried to look over at Ivar, only to throw my head back.

“Ivar!” I moaned loudly, both of my legs over his shoulders. Out of instinct, my legs started to close around his head. Having dropped the knife, both of his hands were now forcing my legs to stay open for him, while he was buried between them. When his palm touched my carved skin and his lips met my exact spot, my hands traveled to his hair, gripping it tightly. “Fuck, Ivar!” I screamed, as I came with his mouth still connected to my core.

As my orgasm washed over me, the pain his hand inflicted on my skin drove me even crazier, and I knew for sure I would never forget who owned me.

[satanhalsey]

BLEED ME !

this is a headcanon, and this have mentions of sex so read it only if you feel comfortable with period sex ♡.

VIKINGS MASTERLIST.

At first, you have to explain him why you bleed once in a month.

And he's just so confused.

Like, why?

But when your relationship is almost a year, Ivar seems very relaxed about it.

Except when he has to watch you suffer from the pains.

He does everything, everything he can so you don't feel them, but it seems like the only thing that really calms you down is his warm body on your stomach.

"Don't wipe, my love. I'm here."

Ivar always makes sure that you have calming herbs by your side when you wake up, and when you go to sleep.

And if you stain the bed, don't worry, he won't say anything and just tell a slave to clean them.

"You better clean good because i don't want her to feel guilty looking at them."

Ivar was talking with Ubbe when it first came out.

"You should go with the healer, she helps me when Torvi is bleeding."

When he goes, she doesn't tell him anything that he didn't know yet

Except for one thing.

"My lord Ivar... you could... sleep with her."

Poor boy, he's just so confused.

"Excuse me?"

"Women who have done it say that it greatly reduces their pain."

He's not gonna lie, he has thought about it a lot.

Having you under him, ramming you while a multiplied heat welcomes him.

And the blood. Oh, Gods. The blood.

So he goes home, and tells you about the situation.

"Yes, Ivar. Please."

He feels like in a feast.

We'll just say that, Ivar is very selfish in waiting for your period to come next month so he can do it again.

do you guys want me to do a whole one shot about this? let me know in the notes please!! ♥︎

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THE BEST CHOICE – I.R.

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Sum: Ivar know he is the best choice.

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Different kind of lasers cast their violet and blue lights around the club as the extremely loud music kept on blasting through the speakers. The large room felt unpleasantly warm, making it seem small and cramped. Everyone - aside from a few that wished not to be in that sweaty mess - had gathered on the dance floor and were grinding on each other. Ivar and Ubbe, who both sat at the bar observing the dancing crowd in front of them, were both sipping on their drinks. Ubbe leaned on his bar stool, grinning widely at his younger brother Hvitserk, who easily charmed a local girl with his smile. The older brother laughed inwardly at her naivety. Her eyes were filled with adoration for the man standing in front of her, probably because he had seduced her with one of his rather unbelievable stories.

Ivar, on the other hand, seemed to try his hardest to show how annoyed he felt to be here. The scowl on his face had been stuck there since the moment his brothers had dragged him into the club, hoping the music would block out his constant moaning and evil side marks. Eventually, they gave up, leaving him behind at the bar. Ubbe, being the oldest and most responsible of them all, stayed with him, finding his little brother’s behaviour rather amusing.

“Live a bit, Ivar.” Ubbe spoke up, slowly spinning the scotch around in his glass, snorting at Ivar’s scoff. “Feast your eyes. You have enough choice.” With a little nod, he made Ivar look from him towards the dancing crowd again. “For sure one of these…” He paused and Ivar rolled his eyes as he saw what distracted his older brother. A woman who had squeezed herself into a ridiculous tight dress paraded pass them. She was without any doubt very gorgeous, but even in this dim light Ivar could see her hungry eyes searching for an easy prey. She needed a one-night stand and had no love or care to give.

“- Hmm… Lovely people can be worth your attention, right? At least… for one night.” He winked at the woman, flashing her his most charming smile while he drowned the last bit of his drink. With a loud clang he set the glass down on the bar, patting Ivar on the back.

“Loosen up” With those last words of advice, Ubbe followed the mysterious woman who now made her way to the dance floor with a wide grin on her face.

Ivar chuckled, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief as he too drowned the last bit of his drink. Turning his back to the dance floor and the crowd, he signalled the bartender that he wanted the same beverage again and sighed out loud. Only a few seconds later the cold drink plopped down before him as the bartender hastily made his way towards the end of the bar, where a man impatiently waved his hand trying to catch his attention. The agitated man looked expectantly as the bartender approached them, nudging the person next to him. Ivar’s face felt his face heat up as he saw you turn around, smiling politely as you gave the bartender your order. After which, the man you were accompanied with asked for his drink with a visible grunt.

Ivar watched how your smile never faltered as the stranger beside you leaned down to whisper something in your ear. The man stood proudly, with his shoulders held back and chin held up high. He knew he looked handsome. Ivar noticed how you looked up at the stranger and nodded your head to whatever he was saying. How you even leaned forward a bit to not miss out on any word.

It seemed like that man gave you the time of your life.

But Ivar saw right through it.

Your shoulders were slightly lifted, and your arms were tightly wrapped around yourself. And in doing so, you were hiding that beautiful, dark blue dress you chose to wear tonight.

You were uncomfortable. Extremely uncomfortable.

As your eyes wandered around the club, you eventually locked eyes with Ivar. His eyebrow rose as your face lightened up for a second. You felt your cheeks heat up, making you look down at the ground. Ivar cocked his head to the side, lifting his drink to his lips to hide his cocky grin. He faced the other way for a second, only to feel his eyes travel back towards you two. By now, the bartender had handed you your drink. This seemed to bring a much-needed distraction, as you kept your eyes focused on the drink in your hand. The man in front of you, however, did not notice this as he leaned closer again. His breath hit your face as he asked why you 'decided to finally enter his life'. His body was turned towards you, but you wondered if he was truly listening to your reply. His eyes roamed over your body, only glancing up when you left a small pause to let out a hum.

Brushing some of your hair behind your ear, you looked up at the man. Yes, he was tall, handsome but... oh so blunt. He was extremely proud of his looks and knew they were his biggest advantage in seducing women. Nevertheless, the attention he gave you - how fake it might be - felt good. So, you accepted it. Not a lot of guys ran after you. Besides, who did not love it when someone treated them as if you were the only one? Even if it was only for one night…

Your eyes, however, seemed to have a mind on their own, as they often travelled back to the lonely man at the other end of the bar. And to your surprise, he kept his gaze pointed at you. The playfulness in Ivar's eyes had slowly disappeared and his stare had become more intense. His jaw was clenched, and you saw his chest rise and fall rather quickly. It seemed that after a few seconds of just staring at each other, Ivar finally snapped back to reality, licking his lips slowly before shaking his head as the man in front of you stepped a bit closer, demanding your attention back. It did not fail in doing so, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise. And suddenly, you became aware of how close he was to you. By now, his body was almost pressed against you with his face only inches away. Pressing your lips together, you placed your hand on his shoulder to push him a bit further away.

Ivar grinned, feeling himself cool down as he saw you stand up for yourself. The grin on his face dropped immediately though as he felt one of his brothers wrap an arm around him, remembering how he sat far away from you and was still not relieved of their annoying presence.

“She seems a bit preoccupied.” Hvitserk laughed drunkenly, patting Ivar twice on his head. “Next time better luck, brother.”

Ivar grumbled, shoving him away. Hvitserk stumbled a bit, almost unable to stay on his feet. Still, somehow, he managed to not fall over, shaking his head as he made his way back to the bar. With a dopey grin on his face, he raised his hand. Immediately, Ivar pushed it down, holding him back from ordering another drink.

“Don’t you have a girl to look after?” Ivar sneered, secretly keeping an eye on you. Right now, the man seemed to have realised that the woman that stood before him was worth his time. It looked like the challenge you offered him only made you more interesting. Instead of blatantly staring at your boobs, his gaze was now fixed on your face.

“Life is short, little brother. Why only play with one?” Hvitserk bit back, leaning a bit closer to Ivar again making him back away in annoyance. “She isn’t into him, is she?” Hvitserk questioned out loud. Watching your interaction with the mysterious man. As Ivar stayed quiet, the older brother continued. “Go for it. Or would you rather stay alone? Eventually, she may succumb to his ‘charm’. Maybe she even bumps into someone else who could easily sway her off her feet!”

This made Ivar’s head snap towards his brother, who knowingly nodded in your direction. “You never know”

His little brother’s brows furrowed as he saw the man leaning down again, whispering something in your ear and smirking when you squinted your eyes first, only to nod your head enthusiastically. You really seemed to warm up to him. Ivar grumbled, tapping his fingers rapidly against his glass, ignoring the drunk giggles of his brother next to him. The unknown man flashed his brightest grin towards you, nodding his head once before seeming to excuse himself, leaving you to wait for him, alone at the bar.

You turned around as he left your side, facing the bar again. Taking your glass in your hand, you let your eyes wander and quickly caught yourself searching for Ivar. He wasn’t sitting at the end of the bar anymore. Now, his seat was taken by Hvitserk, who waved excitedly towards you. Giggling, you waved back.

He was completely wasted.

And then, you felt a hand rest on your hips. Taking in a deep breath, you placed your hands on those of the intruder, trying to push them away quickly. Until a low voice made you freeze on the spot. “Since when are you such a scardy cat?”

“Since someone decided to put their hands on me, without any consent, may I add.”

Ivar chuckled, his warm breath hitting the exposed skin on your shoulder, making goosebumps appear. He stood incredibly close towards you, placing his crutch against the bar, only to lean against it with one hand to ease some weight off his legs. After which, his other hand slowly made its way from your hip to your arm, letting his thumb caress your skin in small circles.

“Who’s your new friend?” He wondered, unable to hide his annoyance.

“Someone I have met tonight. He’s quite lovely, funny as well.” You lied. Ivar nodded his head behind you, not believing a single word that passed your lips, still it made him tense up a bit, squeezing your arm momentarily.

"Lovely."

“Ivar, are we jealous?” you laugh, turning your head sideways to look at him. Ivar raised his brow, not meeting your eyes. He seemed to think about what to say next, but no words left his lips. Instead, he grinned wickedly, letting his hand wander until one reached your hand. Taking your hand in his, he grabbed onto his crutch, turned you around and leaded you towards the dance floor. Your brows furrowed in confusion. There was no way Ivar would invite you to dance, not with his condition.

Ivar had indeed no intention to ask you to dance with him, nor to stay even a minute longer in this club. Walking as fast as he could, he guided you through the crowd, angrily pushing all the horny and drunk people out of his way, ignoring their groans of discomfort and your silent apologies. His fingers were intertwined with yours as he pulled you with him, until you stopped him as you saw where you were heading.

Ivar felt your hand letting go of his, making him stop and turn around. You looked from him to the door behind him, frowning your eyebrows. The young man simply shrugged his shoulders, taking your hand again to continue his way to the exit. But again, he found that you were not moving.

“What are you up to?” You asked him.

Ivar simply grinned, softly pulling you towards him. Hesitating a second, you stepped closer, making him face the exit again, only this time with a big grin on his face. He knew that you would follow him without any question, but only wanted to bother him a bit.

“I am not leaving him behind like that, you know.” You started, grinning as you felt him squeeze your hand. “I – for one – am not a-“

“He will find someone else.” Ivar grumbled, not liking the idea of you actually caring for that douche, “He doesn’t care about you, not like-“ He stopped and cleared his throat, rolling his eyes in annoyance as your face lightened up.

“Not like you?”

He ignored you, walking towards the exit and pulling you with him.

“He will find someone else, princess. Besides, you know I am the best choice to spend your night with.”

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Hope you enjoyed! Xxx

Tag: @peachyboneless, @pieces-by-me @youbloodymadgenius​

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[underatedcharactersunite]

The Iron Queen

Summary - The Iron Queen is a legend, a myth even. However, Ivar the Boneless wants to prove her existance. When he does, it's almost as if Fate brings them together, so the two of them can become legendary together....

Pairing - Ivar the Boneless x Female Reader 

WordCount - 2, 919 

Warnings - Angst, mentions of upcoming battles.  

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Before the Iron Queen became to be, she was a legendary warrior Princess. She was a ruthless and tactful warrior in every sense of the word. There was no weapon she couldn't master, sword, shield, bow and arrow, axe or spear. She could use it all and use them well. In many minds, she was the perfect warrior, a combination of talent and intelligence. Y/N was loved among the warriors alike.

However, that all changed when Y/N became the Iron Queen of Mountmead. Unlike the other Kings, Y/N's Father final wish was to abolish their eldest law. From this day forth, until the end of time, whether the firstborn child is a son or daughter, they would be heir to the throne. Y/N's Father adapted the law to give his only daughter and child the throne.

This angered the surrounding Kings and Lords. Their ideologies were simple. a woman was not fit to rule. A woman was far too emotional to make rational decisions. They were unfit to lead armies and clueless in battle strategy, so the death of the King of Mountmead brought the potential to expand their lands despite the crowing of a new Queen. They had no respect or loyalty to her. They saw Y/N as a weak and passive woman, but they didn't realise how wrong they were.

Within the first several months of her coronation, Y/N and her army encountered six different battles. In every battle, Y/N was there leading her army to defeat the enemies that threatened her people. She refused to be seen as weak.

These battles created and enforced the Queen. She was to be cool and calculating, skilled and intellectual. Y/N made certain she surrounded herself with her closest and loyal advisors. Ser Favian was the head of her Queensguard. He'd also been the head of her Father's Kingsguard. A man who had been there from the day her Father was coronated. Secondly, there was Ser Conadus, head of her army and key battle Strategist. Ser Conadus was also her loyal confidant. After all, he'd been there for every major milestone in her life. There was no circumstance or situation Y/N couldn't speak to Ser Conadus about.

As Ferocious as Y/N was on the battlefield, she still maintained kindness in her heart. She often walked the streets, discussing the issues that were arising and how they could be solved. Y/N was able to provide reassurance to her people. Y/N made time in her day as frequently as possible to see people, to converse with traders. She kept a brave face for them all.

Hidden behind that brave face laid the devasting truth. Life as her people knew it was threatened. The surrounding Lords and Kings made a collective decision to bring their armies together to create an army of the thousands. While the Great Army of Mountmead was no easy defeat. Their numbers were no-where near as large. Y/N didn't know how to solve their issues. Repeatedly, she reached out to offer a truce to the other Lords and Kings, but it was no luck. They all desired Mountmead for themselves and they believed they were going to take it from the Iron Queen. They shared no resources and implemented laws in their Kingdoms. If any person was caught trading with the Iron Queen or any member of Mountmead, they were executed without question. This restricted the Iron Queen to land. No boats, to sail in search of allies. They were stuck. All of them in mortal danger.

Unbeknownst, to Y/N someone, had been looking for her. As fate would have it, the idea of a legendary warrior Princess turned Queen had become a legendary story. It had spread through many Kingdoms and lands with several different variations. Most believed these tales of the Iron Queen to be nothing more than that, tales.

Except one, Ivar the Boneless believed different. Ivar believed the Iron Queen, Y/N of Mountmead, existed and, he was determined to find her. In the beginning, Ivar had no idea where to begin his search, so he sent scouts to the North, South, East and West. When they returned, they came up empty. However, Ivar refused to give in. Ivar proceeded to continue to send his Scouts out each time, further and in different directions. Each time they came up without sight of the Iron Queen.

This continued until one trip the scouts returned to Kattegat with news of the discovery. His latest scouting mission had been a success. With this new information, Ivar knew hr needed to act quickly. Instructing the scouts to gather his brothers into the Great Hall, he sat down and waited for them to arrive. Ivar waited and waited for his brothers when they finally walked in.

"How do I always arrive before you?" Ivar questioned as all of his brothers took their seats.

"Because you decided to meet us here Ivar." Ubbe retorted as he paid attention to his youngest brother.

"Ivar, why have you gathered us here?" Bjorn questioned.

"Because I have found the Iron Queen."

"Your lying!" Sigurd yelled as Ivar smirked. Ivar didn't mind being underestimated. Sigurd was only jealous, he hadn't been able to do it.

"Why would I lie, Sigurd? My scouts have drawn a map to her Kingdom, and I wish to go visit her because she is in terrible danger?"

"Is she as beautiful as they say she is?" Hvitserk questioned. All of his brothers turned to look at him.

"Ivar informs us the Iron Queen is in danger, and that is the first question you have, Hvitserk." Sigurd responds as Hvitserk shrugs."

"A man has to know these things, Sigurd."

"Yes, the Iron Queen is more beautiful than she's described as. However, if someone doesn't help her, then no-one is going to see her beauty in person."

"Why is she in danger? Ubbe questioned as he poured a horn of mead, taking a large sip.

"The surrounding Lords and Kings do not respect her as Queen. When they're from, they believe women are unable to lead and participate in the battle. Although Y/N has been in more battles than most of the surrounding Kings and Lords."

"You say she's been in many battles, so why is she in danger?"

"Because Ubbe, the surrounding Lords and Kings have grouped to create one large army. According to the scouts, the Iron Queen has a decent sized army, but not one large enough to defeat them."

"What's in it for us?" Why should we help a stranger?"

"Isn't it obvious, Bjorn? We go to the Iron Queen, offer ourselves as an ally in exchange for the first selection of any the lands we conquer."

"That seems to be a fair trade. Whatever lands we take can be used as a new settlement and a base for further exploration. I say we go."

"Thank you Hvitserk. Anyone else?"

"I am coming with you," Sigurd responds to Ivar's surprise.

"I will come just to keep an eye on all three of you. Perhaps we should extend the offer to Harald and Halfdan. They could be useful to us."

"That is a good idea, Ubbe. What says you, Bjorn?"

"I shall stay here, make sure Kattegat remains running smoothly. If the God's desire us to meet, it shall be."

That night the sons of Ragnar began to create plans to set sail to Mountmead and the Iron Queen. They set sail with a small part of their army, with the plan that more men would follow days later. Help was coming to the Iron Queen and she didn't even know it.

                                           »»————-　♔　————-««

Y/n had been in meetings all morning, they'd already attempted to plan out their defence attacks, but there was always a weak spot in their armour. There was no use, they simply needed more men. Men they didn't have.

"My Queen, we will figure it out. They haven't beaten us yet." One of the small council commented as Y/N examined the map once more.

"What we need is a miracle. Unfortunately, they don't happen often and early enough" It was as if someone was listening to her desires as Ser Favian came bursting through the door.

"My Queen, men have arrived on the shore. They hold no banner or sail. They don't appear to be apart of any of the surrounding threats."

"Lord Pollack, will you continue to lead this meeting in my absence. Ser Conadus will you accompany me to the Thron, Ser Favian will you gather some of the Queensguard to watch the remaining men. Bring the leaders to the throne room."

"Yes, of course, My Queen." They nodded and bowed respectfully as Y/N already stepped away from the meeting with Ser Conadus flanked her as she feared the worst.

"Nicholas, I don't think I can deal with any further setbacks. We're already at war on land, we can't compete with threats from the ocean as well."

"Relax my dear. ;Perhaps this is a beneficial meeting. You need to keep calm, just because we're at war doesn't mean everyone's a threat. Remember, your lessons." As the large, solid oak doors opened, someone announced the Iron Queen as she raised her head high, removing any emotion in her mind and gaze.

Although Y/N's attention was already directed towards one of the men in front of her. All of the men had knelt except one."

"I told you to kneel." Ser Favian attempted to force the man onto his knees, but Y/N noticed the glimmer of the buckle her pace quickened.

"Ser Favian, can you not see the restraints on his legs . Since when did we treat our guests so poorly." Ser Favian backed away immediately kneeling.

"I'm sorry, forgive Ser Favian it was a simple misunderstanding." Noticing a chair in the corner, Y/N walked over and picked up the chair and brought it up towards the man, placing it behind him.

That's when Y/N caught the first proper glimpse of the man. The piercing blue eyes, the muscular arms, his smirk etched onto his face as he observed your expression scan all over him. You hadn't glanced at his brothers, Harald or Halfdan or Floki. Just him.

Ivar was just as mesmerised by her as she was him. Y/N was just as beautiful as his scouts had told him she was. She was both assertive and confident. Ivar wanted to know her and no-one was going to stop him from getting what he know desired the most.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, My Queen. My name is Ivar the Boneless, these are my brothers, as well as Harald Finehair, Halfdan the Black and Floki. We are here to offer our services." Ivar confidently took ahold of Y/N's hand without, hesitating brought her knuckles up and brushed his lips against them. Ivar did not miss the way her eyes widened in shock, momentarily before her composure regained.

"Y/N lowered her head as she stepped back towards the steps to her throne once she was seated, she called for everyone to raise as she once more looked towards Ivar the Boneless.

"You wish to offer your services to me, and the Kingdom of Mountmead, why?"

"I believe together we could be an unstoppable force. We have all heard of your battles and the current threat that you have surrounding you. My Queen, we have the numbers you need." Tuning to Ser Conadus, Y/N examined his gaze as she attempted to read his expression.

"What would you receive in return for your men?"

"First choice of any land that is gained in the result of war." Truth be told, Y/N was beginning to run out of strategic options and perhaps Ivar and the rest of them was her only hope.

"I accept your terms Ivar the Boneless. Ser Favian will see that the rest of the men are given a warm place to sleep. Ser Conadus, would you see that Ivar the Boneless and the rest of his party settle in well."

"Wait my Queen, I have a gift for you." One of Ivar's brothers, called someone forward as they laid a box onto the ground, standing Y/N walked down the stairs as two of Y/N's guard lifted the lid. In the box, it appeared to be a shield with bright colours painted on it.

"Thank you-"

"Hvitserk, my Queen." Smiling, Y/N could already tell that Hvitserk that was the most mischievous out of all of the brothers.

"Thank you Hvitserk." Once more, another brother stepped forward, this time he insisted on carrying the box towards the Iron Queen. Once the lid was lifted it, it revealed a strange looking instrument.

“I an teach you to play it, if you’d like my Queen.” 

“Thank you, that would be lovely-” 

“Sigurd, my Queen.” 

“Thank you, Sigurd.” 

“My Queen, I have one last gift for you. Unfortunately, it does not fit through the castle walls.” Ivar’s voice broke Y/N’s concentration and soon the two of them were accompanied by Ser Conadus and Floki. As Y/N continued to walk silently, Y/N kept pace with Ivar as the two appeared to be heading to the docks. 

“Your Grace, why are people so threatened by a woman?” Floki questioned as Y/N turned towards Floki. 

“In these parts, a woman is believed to be unable to rule. Women are unable to rule because they believe they are unable to think clearly or learn the ways of War. According to them, they shouldn’t have to fight to take my Kingdom, I should bow and give it to them,” 

“We can’t let that happened now can we. Don’t worry Iron Wueen, we will bring them to their knees.” The four of them stepped onto the docks, Y/N glanced around them, wondering what it could be. 

“Turn around my Queen.” Turning around, there was a boat. It was unlike any boat Y/N had seen before stepping closer, was her gift on the boat? 

“What do you think my Queen?” Ivar questioned as Y/N was still unsure what Ivar had given her. Then it dawned on her. 

“The boat, it’s mine. I couldn’t possibly except it.” 

“Why not? The other boat builders refuse to build you a boat so Floki build you a boat. It could be one of many perhaps, if you so desired.” 

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about sailing or running  a boat.” 

“Don’t worry. we can show you, your Grace/” Floki replied as the wind blew while the flag gushed in the wind. 

“Thank you, both of you. You have no idea how important and appreciated this is for me and my Kingdom.” 

“You are more than welcome. I believe this is a start to a beautiful relationship.” 

                                »»————-　♔　————-««

The next few days, were manic, as new voices gave new insight and strategies. Their culture was vastly different from Y/N’s, they’re war and battle strategies gave Y/N a unique way of seeing the up and coming battle. 

One thing that Y/N noticed immediately was the high intensity of the sons of Ragnar sibling rivalry, specifically between Ivar and Sigurd.  

Each time she began a discussion with either one of them, she could practically feel the glares at the back of her head. It only proved her point, they were always trying to compete with one another. 

One morning in particular, Y/N had broken her fast early so she could take a peaceful morning walk, before chaos ensured. 

What should have been a peaceful walk turned into Sigurd following her around discussing how terrible his younger brother was/ Y/N kept quiet while she listened to Sigurd go on about how vicious his brother was. According to Sigurd, Ivar was a monster who had no right to be in her company. Sigurd told her to listen to his words carefully.

Y/N had listened to his words closely, except she’d drawn a completely different conclusion. It was clear to Y/N that Ivar did have his fair share of problems, he was often angry and nearly always had a sombre attitude. Except Y/N was able to dig through the initial layer and realise how much more there was to him. 

While Y/N had appreciated Sigurd’s advice, she’d informed him that she could make her own judgement on Ivar and the rest of them. When her and Sigurd parted ways, he warned her once more. 

                                »»————-　♔　————-««

Later that night as Y.N headed to her chambers, tired from yet another day of back to back small council meetings and war strategy meetings. Y/N had grown tired and in desperate need of sleep. 

Y/N should have known that nothing was ever that simple as she was walking past Ivar’s room, she heard a commotion. Barging through the door, she became quickly aware that Ivar was one the floor in some form of distress.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“I don’t need your help!” Ivar snapped, however, the Iron Queen knelt onto the ground beside him.” 

“Okay, then I shall sit with you then.” 

“Wouldn’t you rather spend time with my brother, Sigurd” Y/N rolled her eyes sitting down on the floor, she stretched her legs so they were diagonally with each other. 

“I gather you never heard the end of the conversation. If you had you would have heard myself inform Sigurd that I am capable of making my own decisions. For sometime now Ivar you had my curiosity but now you have my attention” Ivar smirked, this conversation was about to get interesting. 

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Useless to Me VIII (Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk)

Summary: Ivar learns the truth about Freydis and the child in her womb. You can’t allow Ivar’s wrath to affect the life of an innocent child. 

Warnings: angst, strong language, mentions on infidelity, mentions of murder, Freydis being a bitch, the truth comes out, if I missed something please let me know

Word Count: 2,277

Useless to Me Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

Through the cracks in the wooden wall of a makeshift house, Ivar catches the dishonest affairs you accused Freydis of. His wife shares a kiss with a man he does not know, a kiss one would think a woman would share with her husband. And the man touches her pregnant belly the way a father would touch that of his pregnant wife. And with a proud smile growing on Freydis’s face, Ivar sees that everything you had said is true. 

Everything Freydis had told him, from the fact that she carries his child to your twins being of his blood and not Hvitserk’s, is a lie. You never bore his child and Freydis will never bear his. Those things that Freydis said that just because he is a cripple doesn’t mean he can’t have children was just a way to get him wrapped around her finger. 

But he sees the truth now. 

All those times you bleed when you tried to have a child when you were his wife, that wasn’t your fault. None of it was your fault. 

It was all his. He is the one that failed to produce an heir. He’s the ‘useless’ one - as he had called you. 

Realizing that makes the anger inside him boil hot. He’s supposed to be favored by the Gods and that means that they’re supposed to bless him with a son. You told him that the Gods will deal out their blessings when the time is right. But you also told him that they can take away their favor. Have they done that to him now? Where does their favor lie?

He finds it almost ironic that he sees Hvitserk waiting for him, sword in hand, in the Great Hall when he thinks of that question as he walks through the open doors. “You threatened to take my son and daughter away from me?”

“Not now, Hvitserk-”

“Yes, now, Ivar!” Hvitserk shouts back, storming towards his brothers who only rolls his eyes at him. “(Y/n), told me everything that happened, that you believe Freydis’s lies that my twins are of your blood,” he hisses, making Ivar stop in his tracks and slowly turn around to face Hvitserk. “You have hurt her more than enough, Ivar. She is my wife, and I promised that she shall not come by any harm by you, physically or by your words. And I will protect her,” he states, glaring coldly at Ivar.

He raises his eyebrow at Hvitserk and takes a step forward. “And what are you going to do, Hvitserk? What will you do to me? Huh?” he asks, tilting his head to the side with a smirk on his face. “If it will make you feel better, brother. I want nothing to do with your children or your wife,” he sneers, narrowing his eyes at Hvitserk. “Take your wife and your children, and leave this Hall. They are free to leave.”

This confuses Hvitserk. One, because of the murderous look in his eyes but yet he’s allowing you and the children he thought were his to go free. And two, because he came here to fight Ivar, but he just turns his back and walks away. 

“When my wife gets back, take her to a cell and tell me when you have,” he snaps at a guard who only nods his head and stands stiff in his spot. 

Hvitserk frowns at Ivar as he walks away, knowing that it’s probably best not to ask him what he’s doing. But he can’t help the curiosity growing inside him. And though he hates the thought, he knows that Ivar would probably reveal more to you than to him. 

You’re pacing as you wait for Hvitserk to come back and tell you good news. You pray that Ivar sees reason and lets you, your son and your daughter go. You pray that Hvitserk comes back. Knowing what Ivar did to Sigurd, what’s to stop him from doing the same to Hvitserk?

The twins are asleep, thank the Gods. You’re certain your anxious walking back and forth will unsettle them. But, they cuddle close together, safe and sound for now because you don’t know what Ivar’s decided now after your husband’s spoken to him. 

The door opens, making you jump around to stare, wide-eyed at your husband walking into the room with a confused look on his face. “What is it? What did he say?” you whisper, not wanting to wake your sleeping babes as Hvitserk places his weapons at the door of the room.

He simply looks up at you, sighs, and then walks toward the bed where his children lie. With a shake of his head, you think the worst has happened. And you breathe out a shaky breath. “He’s letting them go. Letting you go,” he whispers. 

You freeze, stare at him in shock as he looks up at you. Frowning at him as he takes a step forward, you shake your head in confusion and tilt your head to the side. “I don’t know what happened, but he intends to arrest Freydis when she arrives.”

“What?” you mutter, slowly sitting down on the bed as Hvitserk turns his gaze back down to the twins. “Why?” you ask, your question making him answer you silently with a shake of his head. 

Looking down at the ground, you try to think about what could have caused this onset of action from Ivar. He is, after all, your ex-husband. You know him probably better than his brothers and only one thing comes to mind; he’s found out the truth about Freydis and the father of her child. 

You sigh in realization and drop your head between your shoulders. Trying not to think about what will happen to Freydis’s unborn child, you shake your head and push yourself to your feet. “I need to talk to him.”

Hvitserk grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away, making your head turn down to him. You wait for him to tell you otherwise and you’re not sure if you would listen to him or if you would fight him. He’s quiet for a moment, staring at you with a scared look in his eyes. But he sighs and slowly lets go of your wrist. “Just be careful,” he whispers, dropping his gaze to your hand as he weaves his fingers through yours. 

Cupping his cheek, you lean down and press your lips to his. Kissing him deeply because you don’t know what Ivar’s wrath will be like and what he might do to you. You can only hope that this won’t be the last time you see your husband and your children. 

Ivar walks to the cells with heavy steps and a heavy mind and heart. He was told that Freydis has been arrested and now, it’s time to confront her and get the truth. No more will he take her lies nor her manipulation. 

The guard at the door to the cell pushes it open, allowing Ivar to step in. Freydis lifts her head up from staring at her belly and she turns to face him. “What do you think you’re doing, Ivar? What makes you think you can arrest me-”

“What makes you think you can go behind my back without me finding out what you’ve really been up to, Freydis?” he snaps back, making her take a step back and the look on her face to drop. “I am not stupid. I know that the child growing in your belly is a bastard child. It is not mine. It is the child of some man in the markets,” he states, thinking that she will give in and admit to it. 

She raises an eyebrow at him and wraps her arms over her chest. “What makes you think that?”

“I saw you with him!”

His outburst makes her break, her heart to leap into her throat and her hands to fall to her belly. Her head drops between her shoulders and she takes a step back in submission. “You lied to me. You deceived me,” he sneers, walking closer to her to reach out and grab her face to make her look at him. “Tell me why.”

She stares at him, swallows deeply, and tries to pull her face out of his hold. But Ivar only tightens his hold. “You are special-” He moves his hand to her throat, glares at her coldly as he narrows his eyes and squeezes down on her neck. 

“The truth,” he warns, pulling her closer to his face as he sneers at her. 

She takes a deep breath when he loosens his grip a bit so she can speak. “I wasn’t going to end up with the same fate as (Y/n),” she whispers, and that’s all he needs to hear. 

Pushing her away from him, she stumbles a bit and coughs slightly as to gently touch her throat. “I should kill you.”

“I won’t let you do that, Ivar.” Your voice makes him turn his head over his shoulder to find you standing at the door of the cell, behind the arm of the guard that stops you from walking in. 

You had someone tell him where Ivar is and you quickly made your way here to stop him from doing something stupid. And you’re glad that you didn’t wait for him like you had thought you should. 

He chuckles, rolls his eyes, and turns to face you. “You don’t have a say in this, (Y/n). You are nothing but the wife of my brother. You are nothing.”

“But I will be the voice of that innocent child,” you fight back, pointing to Freydis as you keep your gaze on him. “I will not let you kill an innocent child because of what your wife has done,” you add as you take a step forward, not sure where this confidence is coming from. 

You and Ivar stare at each other for a while. He stares to try and get you to back down, but you won’t. You won’t let him murder an unborn child. Killing Freydis… Well, she is the reason your marriage fell. It’s probably not good to wish it, but you don’t care what Ivar does with her. 

He sighs when he realizes you won’t back down and glances over to look at Freydis. His eyes drop to her pregnant belly for a second before looking at her face again. Rolling his eyes, he turns and walks towards you. 

Stepping aside to let him walk out the cell, you wait for him to look at you. But he doesn’t. He carries on walking, mutters something to himself, and doesn’t look back. You turn to look at Freydis as you breathe out a small sigh. 

She gives you a small smile, but it quickly drops when she sees the cold look on your face. “You were the one that told him,” she concludes and rests her hand on the curve of her belly. “Why would you do that?”

You glare at her, bite your tongue, and remind yourself that you can’t be rude. But you can’t help yourself. “Because deep down, I want you to know what it feels like to lose everything,” you say, making her narrow her eyes at you as you take a step backward. “But because, no matter what he has done to hurt me, he needs to know the truth,” you add, folding your hands in front of you before you turn to walk away. 

Hearing the door close as you walk away, you drop your head between your shoulders and gently shake your head. 

Before you can turn the corner, Ivar’s hand wraps around your arm and he pulls you towards him. “Why are you trying to protect her?” he questions, his face coming close to yours makes your heart skip a beat. “I thought you hated her. You did call her a whore.”

“I don’t care what you do to her, Ivar. After her child is born, you can make her a slave again for all I care. You can kill her. Whatever,” you whisper. Pulling your arm out of his hold, you carry on staring at him. “But if you do anything to that child, you will answer to me.”

He must say, you seem to have a different kind of attitude now that you are a mother. It’s somewhat attractive and he misses how you used to speak up to him, putting him in his place. Something Freydis never really did. She manipulated him with a soft voice. But you were never afraid to speak up around him. 

And though he knows that you have no power over him if he does do something to the child in his wife’s belly, he also knows that he won’t do anything to the baby, just because you had told him not to. 

“Fine. I will leave the child be,” he states, making a wave of relief to wash over you. “As for you-”

“You do not have to worry about me anymore,” you mention, taking a step back but keeping your eyes on him. “We’ll be out of your hair today.”

As you walk away, Ivar knows he’ll see you again, but he knows that it won’t be the same as this. You won’t be the same and he won’t be the same. Nothing will be the same again. 

He will be alone with no wife and no heir. 

You will be with your husband, his brother, and your son and daughter. Your husband and your heirs. 

You will have everything and he will have nothing.

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