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So the Clash of Wilds and Blood that I write was flagged soooo ao3 is going to be the only place I can put it
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11465187/chapters/25705545
Family Dinners-Ivar Ragnarssons
So I’ve been trying to write something for forever, but with my crazy schedule and lack of discipline it just been working out. Not until today at least. Please enjoy this short little snippet of sassy Ivar and a very tired (y/n).
Also thank you to @oopsprompts for both the prompt and inspiration.
Its that time of month, Family Dinner and this time its up to you to make sure Ivar attends. Of course, he puts up a fight and sometimes you wonder why you even try.
Also, this is my first time using reader insert so have fun with that! In order to actually use it you might have to go to my blog but its kinda worth it. I promise.
Warnings: Cussing, that’s pretty much it.
Word Count: 892
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Hey, my name is (Y/N).
“I almost said I couldn’t believe you did that, but then I remembered who you were and stopped myself.”
This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go, but honestly I wasnt even sure what I had been expecting.
This was Ivar after all and when had he ever just did what the hell he was supposed to.
Now I was left in the middle of the driveway staring at my poor baby and her newly slit tires, all the air gone from each of them.
“I’m not going to that family dinner and now you can’t make me.”
Rolling my head to the side, the desire to strangle him flashed through me quickly but I stomped it down. He was going to that dinner, alive, and now I was more motivated then ever to get him there.
“No, the only thing you did was slash my tires. Now I’m out five hundred bucks plus the Uber fee. Good God Ivar, dont you ever think.”
As I pulled up the app on my phone, I ignored all of Hvitserk’s texts flashing on the top of my screen and instead focused on just getting an Uber to pick us up.
Ragnar was coming back and Asluag would have my head if we were late. Plus, even if I did read and respond to them I’m not sure I could have stopped myself from mentioning how his little brother had vandalized my new car.
I had almost finished the request when the sleek phone had been pulled from my grasp.
“Ivar. What are you doing?”
As he lifted it up above his head, the only thing I could think to do was to lift my own hands and hope this shithead would not go this far.
“Hey, you’re better than this.”
That only seemed to amuse him further as he raised his brow in response. I had made the mistake of lowering my hands and like a cat, he let it drop.
The sound of glass crackling echoed in the air and vaguely I heard a scream fill the space, though I’m pretty sure the despondent cry had been my own.
Letting out the breath I had been holding, I honestly wasn’t sure what I had even been expecting from him in the first place.
To actually hand me my phone back like a civilized adult. Hah.
No, that was far too mature a thing for Ivar to do but this was a new low, even for him.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry but I’m not going to that dinner. I only wish it had never gone this far.”
As I stared at the broken phone in my hand I ignored the tears that wanted to fall. I couldnt cry, Ivar could smell weakness and I sure as hell wasnt gonna show him any. Especially now that he had decided to tease me.
“Oh Ivar.”
My tone was cheery and now he was the one who looked fearful. Walking towards him with sugar in my smile I quickly made my way to the back of his chair. Lifting it onto its hind wheels so he would have no leverage to stop what I was about to do next.
“Listen, (Y/N) I really am sorry. I promise, its just that I cannot sit through another family dinner. You understand, you’ve been to one. Its just my mother snarking at all of us, and no, no. Not the pool, please (Y/N) not the pool!”
“Oh yes, the pool.”
If there was anything that would teach this little shit a lesson it was fumbling around in the water and realizing that I wasnt afraid to let him drown a little.
“Oh I know your sorry Ivar and I know exactly why you’re refusing to go the dinner. Your father is in town and your afraid to face him, trust me when I say that I understand.”
Once I had reached the pools edge I lowered his chair down and rested my hand along his shoulders as they drooped at my words. I had hit home.
“Don’t worry we dont have to go to the dinner, I forgive you. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that you still slashed my tires and broke my phone. So into the water you go.”
With that I had tipped him into the shallow end and watched as he fumbled into the water his face an image I hoped I would remember forever. Swallowing all the laughs the bubbled in my stomach I couldnt stop as I watched him yell and splash his way over to the steps. It got even better as he finally made it to the edge only to flop himself onto the patio like some kind of beached whale.
“You bitch. Were even now..”
Nodding my head, I moved to grab one of the towels that had been left on the lounge chairs and threw it at him. My aim so good I nailed him in the face.
“Now were even.”
His smile was wide as he took in my words and it only grew as he dried himself off, looking for a moment like he might retaliate before he laid back down again.
“Sure (Y/N), now were even.”
Your Day (Ivar the Boneless Oneshot)
Ivar x Reader
Summary: It’s your birthday, and Ivar tries to make it the best day of your life. And he succeeds.
Warnings: literally just fluff, and some light swearing
Word Count: 1365 A/N: Sooo, this was written for a friend of mine @maggiescarborough for her birthday. Sooo, happy birthday Sophie and I hope this little something will make you smile at least a bit (I know you love Alfred, but I just can’t help myself with Ivar, you know me). Love you to pieces! And I hope you all will enjoy it as well! Feedback is gold :) xx
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Ubbe was growing agitated each passing minute. It wasn’t anything unusual in Ivar’s presence, not at all, but today it seemed to have been worse than any other day. The rest of the brothers were standing in the Great Hall, looking at Ivar as if he fell on his head while he slept because he was even more unbearable than usual.
Sigurd had given up already, not able to stand there and listen to Ivar’s screams and whines. He told Ivar he was acting like a little child, and the two of them almost gotten in another fight, had not one thrall interrupted them with another question on Ivar.
The brothers wanted to help, and that was the only thing keeping them in Ivar’s presence. They all loved you too much to actually tell your boyfriend off and go about their days.
Today was your birthday, and they all wanted you to enjoy it. That was why when Ivar asked them to wake up before the dawn, they all agreed without question on their lips. Some of them regretted it now (especially Hvitserk who imagined himself lying in bed surrounded by his comfortable and warm furs), but they were all adamant on transforming the Hall into something spectacular.