Jealous Ivar Would Include:
Hey guys, guess who’s back writing for Vikings. It’s been what…4 years? Well here is something short and sweet to kick start my writing again! If you want added to my Vikings tag list leave a comment!
Warnings 18+: controlling boyfriend, slight smut, fluff - (c’mon, it’s Ivar we’re talking about!).
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Being loved by Ivar was both a blessing and a curse in many ways.
He was fiercely loyal to you, after all, you were the first person to show him what it is to be truly loved and seen.
You loved him through everything; his anger, disability and insecurities. Due to this, he was entirely devoted to you.
Yet this devotion was partly fuelled by the fear of losing you….
Losing you to someone who could walk.
Losing you to someone who could give you children.
Losing you to someone he deemed a ‘better’ man.
This insecurity manifested itself as extreme jealousy and possessiveness.
He hated seeing you interact with anyone outside him, especially other men.
He was always looming nearby, watching your every movement.
Ivar would banish, torture and kill any man that tried to flirt with you - though he’d only do this once he was sure you weren’t around to witness it.
You couldn’t leave his side for five minutes without a slough of questions:
‘Where are you going?’
‘With who?’
‘When will you come back?’
‘Will there be other men?’
And if you did happen to go somewhere without informing Ivar, he would damn near lose his mind.
He would pace in his room until you got back - even if his legs were aching and in agony.
He’d become a nervous wreck, but he would only display that through angry outbursts.
When you did get back home, he’d be both relieved and furious.
He’d never be mad at you per say, he was more mad at himself for being so insecure and jealous.
He’d question you relentlessly. He’d need constant reassurance you weren’t with another man. He’d need reassurance you still loved him.
One way Ivar would make his claim on you visible would be by marking your neck in love bites. To him, this was a physical indicator to others that you were his.
When you were in public he’d always have you sitting on his lap or by his side. It was a constant reminder you were his. The weight of you on his lap seemed to ground him in ways words couldn’t.
During a feast in the Great Hall, he saw you laughing at one of Floki’s jokes; something innocent enough. But to him it sparked a jealous fire.
Throughout the night he couldn’t take his eyes off you and Floki laughing and joking around.
Hvitserk even commented that Ivar would shatter his horn of mead due to how tightly he was gripping it.
Ivar knew that you and Floki were just friends and there was nothing going on between the two of you, but he hated that you were happy in someone else’s company.
Ivar hated it because he felt less than.
He felt insecure.
He already hated large feasts because they were loud, there were too many people and the worst part...constant glances and whispers about his legs.
That night the whispers and remarks about him being a cripple was particularly bad, so seeing you and Floki giggle together about some stupid gnome story sent him over the edge.
Once the feast had ended, Ivar practically dragged you to his chambers.
He knew he was being irrational but he needed you alone, all to himself.
He needed you.
He needed to prove himself to you.
He needed you to remember that you were his.
As soon as you were dragged into his chambers, his mouth would be on yours, fiercely kissing you.
His fingers would grip your hips tightly as he held you in place, nipping at your lips.
‘Mine! All mine!’ He’d growl into your lips.
Before long he’d have you on the bed, your legs wrapped around his neck with his face between your soft thighs as he hungrily and desperately ate you out.
He couldn’t make love to you due to his legs (which was one of his biggest sources of insecurity), so he taught himself to be the best at pleasuring you in other ways.
He wouldn’t stop until you were shaking, fingers gripping his long hair and yelling his name loud enough for everyone to hear.
‘Say my name!’
‘You belong to me!’
‘You look so pretty on my tongue.’
‘No one else can have you.’
He’d relentless thrust his fingers into you, just the way he knew you loved while sucking your most sensitive spots, forcing you to look him in the eyes the entire time.
He’d only begin to calm down, his jealousy subsiding when you came undone on his lips.
He’d lap up your juices with a smug grin.
Once his jealousy had completely dissipated and the high of pleasuring you wore off, he’d need lots of reassurance.
Despite the jealousy leaving, the insecurity lingered like a constant dark cloud.
You’d spend the night holding him in your arms, kissing his head tenderly and whispering comfort into his ear while he clung to you, as if you’d disappear at any moment.
And deep down, he knew you meant everything you said.
Deep down he knew you’d never leave him.
And over time, with a lot of love, reassurance and doting from you, his jealous outbursts would subside…or rather he’d just learned to hide the bodies better.
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