Warning: Language, sex, and unknown sexual encounter
Rating: MA+18
Summary: How can a beautiful gesture destroy something that was meant to be beautiful?
Alex Høgh Andersen
00:00:13
Status: One-Shot (Complete)
Genre: Social Responsibility
Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen/OC
Warning: Language, racial slur, prejudice, mention of the YouTube video
Rating: MA+18
Summary: The backlash of the YouTube video where he uses poor judgment and uses a word that he should NEVER use.
How Do You Like Your Alex?
A series of photo collages dedicated to some of my favorite bloggers featuring our boy in styles they love him best! Trust me, there’s a little Alex out there for everyone!
Ivar Ragnarsson
Big Scary Love - A One-Shot
For @a-mess-of-fandoms Kayla’s 1K Writing Challenge. Congrats on your success!
Status: One-Shot (Complete)
Genre: Romance
Characters: Ivar || Ubbe
Warning: None
Rating: PG
Summary: A little brother seeks approval as he’s about to make the biggest decision of his life.
Grown & SeXY
For @youbloodymadgenius for your 400 Followers Writing Challenge. Congrats on your success!
Status: Full Story (In Progress)
Genre: Urban Romance/ Comedy
Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC
Warning: Language/Sexual content
Rating: MA+18
Summary: A relationship between Generations X & Y will help this XX & XY learn a lot about themselves, each other, and love. Cougar/cub relationships aren’t always just about midlife a crisis and arm candy.
Only Fan(s)
Status: Full Story (In Progress)
Genre: Thriller
Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC
Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault
Rating: MA+18
Summary: Sometimes, OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your Only Fan...
Talk to Me
@waiting4inspiration Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge: Prompt #16 – Call me if you need anything
Status: Full Story (In Progress)
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC
Warning: Language/mild angst
Rating: MA
Summary: Can an online relationship work in the real world? Ivar and Cash are about to find out.
The World Over (GOT Cross Over)
Status: Full Story (In Progress)
Genre: Epic - Vikings/GOT Crossover
Ivar x Daenerys Targaryen (other GOT & Vikings Characters)
Rating: MA – violence, language, strong sexual content
Summary: Ivar the Boneless and Daenerys Targaryen find themselves unlikely allies. But each has something that the other needs to get them what they want. He has the tactical skill to take her all the way to King's Landing. She has the dragon army that will give him all of England, possibly Norway. Will they be each other’s savior or demise?
This story is not updated often. It’s got a lot of working parts, and I work on it periodically. I’m still writing it, it is not abandoned!
Hvitserk Ragnarsson
My Brother’s Keeper
Status: Full Story (Complete)
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Modern Hvitserk X Modern Ivar
Rating: MA+18
Dead Duck Do Not Eat
Warning: Dark story told from an emotionally distributed person’s POV with graphic and sadistic material including rape, terror, torture, kidnapping, drug use, slash, implied incest, necrophilia, and insecurity. Heavy trigger warnings.
Summary: Mama always said to be their brothers’ keeper. Now there is absolutely nothing these two won’t do for each other. Boys will be boys...
Lagethera
Engendered
Status : One-Shot (Complete)
Genre: Pain and grief
Rating: M+18
Lagertha’s grief causes her to do make a decision that may change things forever.
Athelstan
Athelstan's Journal - Web series
* I DO NOT OWN THIS WEB SERIES*
A fantastic Vikings mini-web series I found on YouTube that recaps the original story told from Athlestan’s POV.
Requested by Anon: Can you do a Vikings AU where Viking!Bucky gets mad when Ivar makes his fiance laugh 💗
Warnings: None
Summary: Some of the Avengers meet the Lothbrook’s meet up over dinner and during one of their small breaks from missions..
A/N: Sorry if it’s a little short, and doesn’t live up to scratch, this sort of fic is a very first for me so I am sorry. It is also Christmas Eve and getting a little late and I need sleep for tomorrow.
I hope all of you reading this have a safe and Merry Christmas!! I’ll be taking requests starting from 26/12/2018.
Master List
It had been awhile since you had been able to go out for awhile with your fiancé Bucky and with the rest of your friends too since being engaged to Bucky and were due to being married within the next couple of weeks now.
A couple of the Avengers knew about the Lothbrooks, Thor, Clint, Natasha and Sam. A well earned break amongst you 6 was much needed and decided to meet up with the Lothbrook’s
Meeting up at a low key restaurant in town, the six of you walked through the doors and to see Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Bjorn sitting in the back right hand corner.
Everyone walked in front of you and you and Bucky were each others arms and your hand was linked with his arm and showing off the diamond ring on your ring finger.
You had knew the Lothbrook’s for a couple of years now and hung out with them whenever you could to the point the Avengers wanted to meet with them...Then when getting to the table and everyone greeting each other like old friends.
“Y/N!! So glad you could make it!” Said Ivar as you leaned down to hug each other
“I know, I had to drag myself from the wedding planning” you sighed
“I must congratulate you and Bucky on your engagement, I am so happy for you”
“thank you Ivar.” as you found your seat.
While everyone was chatting amongst themselves for a little while before they all started ordering dinner and dessert. It has been nice to get out of the Avengers compound for a couple of hours at least.
Bucky asked if you wanted to get drinks, you politely agreed, as Bucky left to get some drinks, you made conversation with Ivar, he told you a very funny story about what happened to him and Ubbe last week which did make you laugh quite a bit.
When Bucky turned around from the bar with drinks in his hand he saw that Ivar was making you laugh, when coming back from the bar with drinks in his hands.
You turned your gaze towards Bucky and noticed the expression on his face, he was mad, furious even to the point where it looked like he as going to break all of the glasses in his hands.
Then once seeing his expressions, yours quickly changed. Ivar noticed your expression rapidly changing then looking over at Bucky, then you knew what you were going to be in for when Bucky came back to the table.
Rating: MA – violence, language, strong sexual content
Summary: Ivar the Boneless and Daenerys Targaryen find themselves unlikely allies. But each has something that the other needs to get them what they want. He has the tactical skill to take her all the way to Kings Landing. She has the dragon army that will give him all of England, possibly Norway. Will they be each other's savior or demise?
A/N: I have been writing fanfiction for years, but I lost my muse. I finally found it again in Alex Høgh Andersen. I am obsessed with him and his character, Ivar.
In my perfect world, Ivar would be on Game of Thrones. This is my attempt to fix the horrible ending to one of my favorite shows and these two worlds together.
My timelines for both shows are NOT accurate. They are not meant to be – I have to do a lot of finessing to make everything turn out the way I want it to.
With that, I hope you enjoy.
Ivar The Terrible
The voyage from Kattegat to England took roughly three weeks by ship. Twenty-one days seemed like a brief time passing for the Great Army, led by Björn Ironside and his brothers, to travel from their home to kill King Aelle of Northumbria.
Early spring had brought minimally choppy waters. The weather was warm enough during the day to require the Viking horde to only require wool and leathers, and at night, light furs.
The gods had blessed them with only two small storms during their entire voyage to the land of the Christians. Neither storm had been so severe that any member of their party took ill, or any of their supplies were damaged. Odin had shown the Vikings great favor as they set out to avenge their fallen King.
King Ragnar Lothbrok was the most famous Viking in all of Scandinavia. He had returned to England the year before the Great Army set sail, with his youngest son, Ivar. Ragnar had returned to question his friend, King Ecbert, on why he had slaughtered the entire Viking settlement that had been allowed to remain and farm in Wessex.
It had always been Ragnar’s dream to farm on lush and fertile grounds, and the soil in England provided just that. The weather there was moist and the winds carried the smell of freshly turned soil. Viking farmers were destined to turn a good crop there.
Farming in Norway had grown harsher. The soil was sandy and the weather was cold. Not much vegetation grew there – not enough to sustain their ever-growing population. The gods had blessed the Northmen with the ability to grow crops to feed their livestock, and the meat from those animals fed their villages. But Ragnar wondered how long would that last? The soil in Kattegat had been turned too many times. The gods gave him visions of moving his people to somewhere more fruitful, where they could farm and continue their way of life.
But, the god Loki had too much in store for the once-simple farmer. He had grown Ragnar’s ambitions too strong. Sent him on too many raids. Forced him into making too many enemies and shedding too much bloodshed. Before Ragnar realized it in his quest for power and gain, he lost his daughter and unborn son; his wife and son, Björn, had left him and he had four additional sons with a woman he did not love.
Broken, defeated, and estranged, Ragnar removed himself from everything and everyone. And upon his return, the only one of his sons to accept him wholeheartedly was the one son he had cast away.
Ivar the Boneless.
It had taken nearly 16 winters for Ragnar to forge a relationship with his youngest son, the boy that he had tried to leave in the woods to be killed by the elements or taken by wildlife. But on the trip to Wessex, Ragnar and Ivar finally bonded. It was during that trip, that Ragnar Lothbrok was killed by the Christians, but not before he told Ivar to avenge him.
That is exactly what the youngest of the sons of Ragnar had done.
Ivar and his brothers had put together the greatest Viking army the world had ever seen to travel across the great sea to personally deliver all of those who had a hand in killing their father to the goddess Hel.
But, it seemed that Loki had just as much in store for the younger Lothbroks as the elder.
Now, all but two of the brothers' Lothbrok found themselves on separate ships heading back to their home in Kattegat. Already at sea for more than three weeks, they seemed no closer to home then they had when he set sail 30 days ago.
"You are certain we are still on the course to Kattegat?" Ivar sat perched atop a treasure chest pushed up against the left side of the langskip. He had a thick rope used to raise and lower the sails wrapped around his arm to help keep him grounded to his spot. "We should all be enjoying a tall horn of ale by now!" Angry that he was unable to get up and walk around the vessel, Ivar rolled his cold blue eyes at the thought of spending another day on the ship.
He would never tell any of his fellow Northmen he was uncomfortable and the cramped conditions of sailing did not fare well with his legs. The weather was miserable. There was a dense fog that seemed to surround each of the ships making it virtually impossible to see any other vessel.
It had rained for the last five nights and four days. This was not just any rain. It was a freezing rain – like little blades of razor-sharp ice slicing through the air at your face, neck, and hands during the night. The weather during the day wasn't much better with the ferocious thunderstorms that pushed half of the sea into their boat.
Running his hands through his dark brown hair, Ivar squeezed the water from his long ponytail that hung at his shoulders. Trying to ignore the rain and saltwater dripping into his eyes, he sighed and clasped his hand around the arm ring given to him by his father. "Ragnar, show us to land soon," he said quiet enough so no one else could hear him.
He flexed his fingers, which were pruned, in his black half gloves. He was soaked to the bone. The heavy fur coat he wore did little to keep him warm, it felt as though it was just washed in the ocean itself.
Ivar was tired of being wet. His coat was wet. His blankets were wet. His clothes were wet. His boots were wet - if he did not remove them soon, he risked getting foot rot. The food was wet. Even his stools were wet, courtesy of inadvertently drinking saltwater.
"When I kill Lagertha and become King of Kattegat, I will no longer go on raids. I will send others to raid on my behalf," he said matter-of-factly, to no one in particular. "I no longer enjoy sailing."
A soft chuckle came from behind him, "Ivar, you are the youngest brother. You have almost no claim to the throne," Ubbe said putting both hands on Ivar's shoulders. Leaning up to whisper in his brother's ear, he continued, "Besides, do you think you deserve the throne after what you did to Sigurd?" With a good-natured double pat, Ubbe stood up and balanced himself as he walked over to the edge of the ship, untied his pants and relieved himself over the side. Still unable to bring himself to express his true disgust at Ivar for killing their brother Sigurd, Ubbe swallowed the hurt.
"You are aware that will blow back on all of us? Hmm, Ubbe?" Ivar said rolling his eyes. "All this wind," he circled his finger in the air to show his brother how strong the winds were blowing. His face held annoyance when Ubbe shrugged, suggesting he didn't care if his brother got pissed on. Ivar turned his head. "I have just as much claim to the throne as any of you. I am a son of Ragnar."
Looking at his brother, as he turned and smiled, Ivar admired how much Ubbe resembled their father. Their oldest brother Björn was the spitting image of Ragar, save the color of his golden blond hair. That hair color he inherited from his mother, Lagertha. But, Ubbe, looked he could have been Ragnar's twin. He had the same bright blue eyes, the same long dirty blond hair. Looking at Björn and Ubbe there was never any question that they deserved the name Ragnarsson.
His other brother Hvitserk looked like their mother, Aslaug, with his green eyes and blond hair. Even if he wasn't the spitting image of his father, resembling Queen Aslaug and her family, the family that was the hero Sigurd and the shield-maiden Brynhildr, was enough to make all of the young maids in Kattegat want to bed him.
Ivar never paid attention to his brother Sigurd to figure out if he resembled either of his parents. To him, Sigurd was a non-factor. Even with his disdain of Sigurd, he never meant to kill him. It was a mistake. Sigurd should have shut his mouth and stopped tormenting him so. Reminding him of Mother, with the strawberry blonde hair and the cleft in her chin, but saying such awful words. Those words would have never come from Mother’s mouth.
Then there was Ivar. He looked nothing like either of his parents or any of his siblings. While all of his brothers had been some shade of blond, Ivar had dark brown hair. His eyes were blue like their father's but a different shade. Ragnar's eyes were almost the clear blue of ice melting after a thaw, where Ivar's were the deep blue of the lakes of Norway. But the thing that made Ivar stand out the most from his brothers was his inability to walk. Ivar learned to get around by crawling, dragging his legs which were bound together, behind him. He was also the angriest and cruelest of his brothers – he harbored a pain that not even he understood. He never fit into his family; not in looks, abilities, ideals…
"The throne should go to the strongest, and best suited to rule, Ivar." Ubbe reminded Ivar as he pulled up the waistband of his britches. "That is Björn or have you forgotten?"
"Björn does not want it. He just wants to sail around the world and search for warm places," Ivar spat out.
Shaking his head, Ubbe returned to his seat using his legs to wedge himself into the corner of the ship as it continued to rock from side to side. "It doesn't matter. If he refuses, then I will take it. I am the next oldest. Then Hvitserk. Then you, Ivar. You have to wait your turn," Ubbe was careful not to mention his little brother Sigurd. That pain was still too real.
"Hvitserk?! Hvitserk is more fit to rule over Kattegat then me?" His voice rose an octave at the absurdity of the suggestion. “And you think you’re stronger?” Why couldn't his brothers see him for the born leader that he was? Why didn't Ubbe, of all of his brothers, the most sensible and reasonable one of all, understand that he would make the best ruler? "Or I could just kill you all now," Ivar said, taking his dagger out of its boot sheath so he could clean his fingernails.
"Might be easier when we get off these boats," Ubbe mocked. "That is if Odin doesn't take us all first."
"You don't want the throne, Ubbe. Neither does Hvitserk. He just wants to bed every girl from Northumbria to Kattegat." Ivar shook his head, frustrated with his brothers' lack of ambition. They should be more excited to get Lagertha off of the throne. She killed their mother, "Now that we have avenged Ragnar, I will get my vengeance for Mother. And when the throne is empty, it is up to one of us to take it. None of you want it. So, it is mine."
"If it is Odin's will," Ubbe said, before laying his head back and closing his eyes. There was nothing left to do but try to sleep. This would be another day left up to Odin for the crew to find their way back to Kattegat.
Njord, the god of the sea, was not finished toying with the Great Army. Until he was, there was nothing they could do to get their ships back on course.
Ivar narrowed his eyes at Ubbe. He loved his brother, but it infuriated him that Ubbe did not believe him. Ivar was going to be a King. He could feel it, and he didn't need a Seer to confirm what he already knew. The gods had favored him. He had been chosen, and when it happened, he would make everyone that doubted him pay.
A woman woke up from a dream with a start. Panting heavily, she wiped the sweat from her brow and sat upright in the bed. Pulling all of her long burgundy hair to one shoulder, she closed her eyes for a moment to steady herself. She took a moment to touch the amulet on her chest and found herself relaxing slowly.
Placing her feet on the soft rug, she strolled over to the chair to collect her robes. The thick red robe was made from a blend of lamb's wool and cotton, with fur from the dire wolf to line the collar and cuffs. She put the robe onto her naked body and slowly fastened the clasps. Stepping into her red leather boots, he looked at herself in the glass that rested by the washing bowl on the table.
She looked as calm as she always did. But, inside she was shaken. The Lord of Light had given her the most peculiar vision. She wasn't exactly sure what it meant – that much had not been revealed to her. But she knew that there was a change about to happen in the Seven Kingdoms that did not bode well for her charge, Stannis Baratheon. Holding her head up high, she turned on her heel and exited her chamber.
"Ah, Melisandra, we were just making plans for our departure tomorrow," Leaning over a table with the sepia map on top King Stannis looked into the red eyes of the red woman standing in the doorway. "Come, tell me your thoughts on us traveling this way south?"
Ser Davos Seaworth, a tall man with balding grey hair, shook his head and huffed. He hated this plan. He hated how much Stannis had changed. But, most of all, he hated this Red Witch. "My Lord, we should rethink staying at Castle Black. The winter's gonna get harsher. Your wife and your daughter…"
"I'm thinking about my wife and my daughter!" Stannis yelled, cutting Ser Davos off, furrowing his heavy brows in the process. "Winter is coming and they can't survive it here. Castle Black is no place for a child. The horses are dying. The men are freezing and hungry. We have to move south before we lose the entire army – that is if those things don't kill us first!"
Calmly strolling over to Stannis and placing her hand on his arm, Melisandra lifted her red eyes to meet his. "My King, the Lord of Light has shown me a vision. It is not exactly clear to me the meaning or how exactly it means to play out, but I do believe Ser Davos is right. We should not leave this place." She moved slowly walking behind Stannis to stand on his left side. "Something or someone is coming from a land far away. Whatever this is, it threatens to change everything in the Seven Kingdoms."
"I have made up my mind," Stannis said slamming his hand on the table. "We leave at first light!" With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Melisandra and Ser Davos alone.
Curling his lip slightly at her, Ser Davos dared to ask, "You know how I feel about your visions. But, if it is something that will hurt Lord Stannis, I need to know."
Melisandra shook her head, for she could not quite articulate what she saw in her dream. "I cannot answer that as of yet, Ser Davos." Her vision had not given her enough to formulate coherent sentences. All she knew was it had something to do with a towheaded girl, a man with fierce blue eyes on the ground like a serpent, and dragons. She walked around the table and headed toward the door. "Just know, that the night is dark and full of terrors."
A/N - The first two chapters are a little slow. They are needed backstory for my timeline. Also, I’m a bit wordy...I talk a lot! Let me know if you want to be added/deleted from the tag list.
