Summary: Your day at the fair has been pretty slow – until a client like no other shows up.
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You can hear them arguing outside the tent. One of the men telling the other to go in, while the other argues that tarot and palmistry is bullshit anyway. Seconds later, a man in crutches angrily storms in, sitting down in front of you with a huff.
The other man follows, sitting down and calmly straightening out his black skirt while the first rages on about the stupidity of all of this.
“Hello.” You greet simply. “Do you want your cards read or not?”
“He does, yes. My brother is just a little stubborn in these things.” The taller man cuts in.
“I don’t need someone to tell me that there will be a car parked on the handicap spot again in a few weeks.” The man with crutches hissed.
“What’s your name?” you continue calmly, as if he isn’t going on a rampage against what you’re about to do.
“Ivar. This idiot is my brother Hvitserk.” He replies, pointing behind him.
Beginning to shuffle the cards, you take your time committing Ivar to memory. He’s handsome in a dangerous type of way. The kind of man that would hold a knife to your throat out of jealousy.
Lying out the cards in front of you, you catch him glance at you.
“How long is this going to take?” he demands.
“Depends on how interesting you are.” You shrug.
“I am interesting, thank you very much.” Ivar snaps.
“You are.” You confirm, motioning to the cards. “It says here that you’ve had a few past lives, in all of which you struggled to make romantic connections due to your brashness. Like in this life.”
Ivar falls silent, and Hvitserk gives him a side-eyed glance that you recognize as a brotherly “I-told-you-so”.
“Is that right?” he mutters.
“Yeah. You don’t fall in love easy, because you don’t trust easy. And you struggle with your confidence and love life due to your legs. You think they make you unlovable. On the bright side, the self-hatred isn’t as strong as in your past lives. Especially your viking past life was bad. Everyone around you judged you for them.”
“Do you see any romance in his future?” Hvitserk asked.
“Yeah, I do, actually. Not too far from now.” You reply.
“See, that’s good news.” He tells his brother, who only rolls his eyes.
“You have a bad habit of anger outbursts.” You continue, unbothered. “Which is why you’re clenching your fist under my table. That’s habitual from your past lives as well.”
“Anything else you want to criticize?” the man in front of you snaps.
“No, I was about to come to the good parts of you actually. You’re fiercely loyal, especially to Hvitserk and your mother. You’re a fighter too, and you’ll defend those you care about to an extreme extent. You’re a family man – or well, you want to be. Partly because you believe in legacy and partly because you want to do better than your father.”
“Do me!” Hvitserk exclaims enthusiastically.
“Are you sure?” you ask, shuffling the cards again. Hvitserk nods, handing over the payment for four readings – an atrocious amount for the fact he’s only getting two.
“So, let’s see…” you begin, laying down the cards in front of you again. Immediately, the Fool draws your eyes.
“You’re an optimist, even though you’ve gotten to incredibly low points in your life. You believe in second chances, because you’ve needed them yourself. You’re also loyal, and in many of your past lives, you’ve been connected to Ivar. This isn’t the first time the two of you are brothers either. You struggle with finding balance, and tend to draw things into the extreme, but you’re good with making friends and connections, making up for your brother’s introspective personality.”
“That cuts it pretty close.” Hvitserk nods. “Now, about Ivar’s future love life.”
“Yes?” you reply.
“Has he met this person yet?” Hvitserk asks. Using your pendulum, you try to give him the best answer you can.
“He has. Though they haven’t been acquainted long. Their relationship will be a paradox of ideas, but they’ll complement each other well.”
“And will they go to a coffee shop for their first date?” Hvitserk asks.
“That’s a little too specific and trivial.” You reply. “But they’ll go on a date soon.”
“You know, our mother practiced Old Norse paganism.” He said. “She had a knack for fortune telling, and she always says I’m the one who inherited her gift.”
“Really?” you ask.
“Yeah. In fact, my intuition is currently telling me that Ivar and his new relationship needs a little help.” Hvitserk continues. Ivar’s eyes snap to his brother, as if he is expecting something, and you can see the idea forming in his head.
“Actually, Ivar would love to take you out for sushi sometime. He loves seafood, and so do you, so it’s perfect! Alternatively, he’d be happy with pizza as well.”
“Declining isn’t on the table, I suppose?” you say jokingly. Ivar shakes his head almost immediately, before staring at the floor.
“This tent is stuffy anyway. So, sushi tonight, Ivar?”
“I’d love to.” He manages. Hvitserk srcibbles down his phonenumber on a piece of paper, but before he can finish, Ivar snatches it from him.
“No one can read that shit.” He snorts, elegantly writing his number down for you.
“I’ll send you the address.” Ivar says, a little more confident. “Be there.”
“I will.” You promise. Who would’ve thought you’d be so terrible at seeing your own future?
Affected By Music || modern!Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader
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Summary: Although Ivar dislikes the Christmas songs you listen to, you somehow convince him that they're not that bad.
Warnings: none
Word count: 1435
Authors: Rouge & Cass
A/N: today’s prompt: enjoying the Christmas music
You sat at the table, trying your best to cut a neat Christmas tree from the thick, green glitter paper you held in your hands - the task was far from easy as the paper was thick enough to be difficult to cut through, even with the kitchen scissors. You were listening to Last Christmas by Wham! from a radio playing quietly, standing on the windowsill. Throughout the song, you weren't even aware you were rhythmically rocking your foot.
"For Fuck's sake!" Ivar yelled, walking to the radio and turning it off.
Since the morning, the song had been drilling into his brain - he was sick of it. "I will throw the radio out the window if I hear this cursed song again."
After his outburst, you stopped cutting the shape in the paper. You rolled your eyes and said, "Don't be a drama queen today. It's Christmas time! Cherish it! Christmas songs are all over the radio right now in the end, so better get used to this."
"Sweetheart, I see what you mean, but Christmas is only like two days, right?" Ivar looked at you annoyed. "And they start playing this shit on repeat a month before. It's annoying."
"It's not annoying," you replied, putting down the scissors and paper. When you got up, you walked to the windowsill and turned the radio on once more. "... but the very next day you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special," the song was crooning on the radio.
In a frown, Ivar pulled out the plug to make sure the radio wouldn't play again. "I'm serious Y/N. I'm tired of hearing this song everywhere."
Leaning forward, you pulled the plug from his hand and reconnected it. "That wasn't fair! Why are you always so angry and grumpy?"
"Because it's annoying. When I'm annoyed during a game, you tell me to put on my headphones," Ivar commented. "And I do it because I respect you, so it's your turn to respect me as well."
It annoyed you when Ivar acted like that, and unfortunately he was prone to it quite often. "There's no comparison between the two. Whenever you play your games, you become nervous and show your worst traits. I respect you, but it also goes the other way, doesn't it?"
"So you can open Spotify and put on headphones, sweetheart," Ivar said with a wry grin dancing in the corners of his lips.
It hurt you to hear Ivar's words; you had worked hard to create a festive atmosphere in your shared flat, and Ivar had never been so wry toward you as he was now. "Whenever the weather cools down, I can't wait to hear Christmas music. I even listen to it in the summer when I craft or while I read, because I like this type of music, but if you don't like it, I'll switch to Spotify," you said, unplugging the plug and putting it down on the wooden floor. As you returned to your seat, you got your JBL headphones, put them on, and paired them with your phone.
It was just a stupid song and you acted like you would be locked up in the house, so he rolled his eyes.
While he was happy that it was quiet again, you started humming whatever you were listening to soon after.
You hummed with a smile; your notes fell carefree in the air around you as you were rocking your feet again, this time shaking your head from time to time.
As Ivar let out a heavy sigh, he walked towards you and placed his hand on your back before leaning forward to kiss your lips.
The reaction was unexpected for you, but you returned the kiss. You looked at your boyfriend after removing your headphones. "What was that for?"
"To stop you from humming that cursed song," he raised an eyebrow after explaining.
After exhaling, you made a sad face and rubbed your temples. "Ivar, Ivar." You stood up and went to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice before returning to your seat. After setting the glass on the table's counter, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "You know what?"
As Ivar wrapped his arm around your waist, he muttered, "What?"
You began singing and rocking your hips from left to right, "Last Christmas I gave you my heart..."
"... But the very next day you gave it away," he sang along, shaking his head. "You are an annoying brat, you know that?"
You rubbed your nose against his and reminded him, "This is exactly why you fell in love with me."
"Honestly? I'm not sure if I did the right thing," he said with a sigh, furrowing his brows a little, smirking as he looked down at you.
You climbed on your tiptoes and stole a kiss from his lips, discovering with amusement that his mouth and tongue tasted like the gingerbread you baked the other day. While humming the song, you asked him playfully, "Not too much frosting on the cookies though?"
"Shut up," Ivar scoffed, wrapping his arms fully around you. Slowly, he began to rock with you, humming the song along. "They were a bit sweet."
"Despite their sweetness, you ate them all," you giggled, rubbing his nape.
"Yeah, but I'm sure I'll get sick of their sweetness," he joked.
While you rocked to the beat of the music, you nuzzled his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.
Before saying anything, Ivar rocked with you for a moment. "I'll let you listen to those annoying Christmas songs if you keep being so cute."
"I will listen to them even if you will be angry with me," you said. "The sweeter you are, the more I would like to apologize to you."
"You're a brat," he sighed and squeezed your hand tightly. "Turn on that radio before I change my mind."
After clapping your hands, you immediately went to do what he told you.
He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping you wouldn't actually turn it on.
Soon, Jingle Bells filled the room with its rhythm and you began bouncing around to the music.
Facepalming, he already regretted that he let you turn the radio on.
Your arms reached out to catch his shoulders and soon you were dancing with Ivar.
As Ivar's hands moved down your back and rested on your ass, he murmured, "I'll never understand why people may consider all those silly, thematically similar songs during Christmas time. They are so fucking annoying!"
"Once the Christmas spirit fills you fully, honey, you will stop finding them irritating and you will realize they are sweet and they help spread that spirit all over," you told him, wrapping your arms around him.
"If you say so," Ivar shrugged lightly, but when Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas Is You played on the radio, he closed his eyes and hissed. "No, no, not this fucking one! Sorry, Y/N, but you'll never convince me Mariah isn't annoying. Can you hear this voice? It's so shrill!"
After observing Ivar's reaction, you giggled and tugged on his thick, dark hair, causing him to raise his head, enabling you to kiss his jawline. "I have a little, angry kitten here, haven’t I?”
A sigh escaped Ivar's lips. "We could do something nice together and I'd be happy to let those songs play in the background. What do you think?"
"Ivar, what do you have in mind?"
Smirking mischievously, he tugged at your shirt. "Don't make me beg for it, you know too well."
Obviously, he meant some cuddles with a "happy ending", but you had a cunning idea. I'm sure you'll help me bake gingerbread again to compensate for the fact that you've eaten all of it apparently, and I promised Hvitserk that I would deliver a portion of it to him this Christmas."
Slowly, Ivar's eyebrows rose, and he grunted deeply. "Oh, okaaaay! But later you're mine, in all the fucking ways. And fuck Hvitty, his only ability is to eat all the time, fuck.”
Your lips were tinged with a smile. "That's true, but it's so sweet in my opinion."
"That's cute in your opinion, but you scold me every time I eat anything you cook! And you somehow don't make heart-eyes while speaking about it!” Ivar seemed to get offended.
Ruffling his hair, you asked him to follow you to the kitchen. “Let's stop talking and start baking or I’ll sing All I Want For Christmas Is You all day long!"
Warnings - Language. Hospital setting. Description of medical procedures (non gory!)
Synopsis - Julietta wakes up with no memory of her life or her husband, Ivar. Will it ever return? Does she want it to?
Word Count - 4534
This is for @blackseapearl 400 follower trope challenge. I asked for Amnesia :)
Shout Outs - A massive shout out to @blackseapearl and @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for beta reading, ironing out all the mistakes and the motivation to keep going with it. Special hugs to @blackseapearl for talking through the ending with me and giving me some much needed inspiration and the wonderful moodboard.
This fic kicked (and is still kicking!) my ass, I’ve never had such a hard time with motivation as I have writing this long-ass bitch so I hope you enjoy it :)
It’s also LOOOOOOOONNNGGGGGGGG..... and I’m only the tiniest bit sorry about that!
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Chapter 1
She shields her eyes from the sun, much too bright without her sunglasses. She is standing on a white sand beach, the crystal clear waters lapping the shore. She steps into the water until it laps against her knees and then looks down. Hundreds of fish swim around her legs, the brightest hues she’s ever seen, almost luminous as the sun reflects off their scales. A giant tortoise swims past her legs and she reaches down to touch its cold, bumpy shell as it passes by.
Something occurs to her: the water is neither hot nor cold, it is the exact temperature of her skin and she can barely feel it. She looks up and down the beach and it stretches as far as the eye can see although there is not another soul in sight. Listening closely, she realises she doesn’t hear the normal sounds you would expect on the beach: the sound of the waves crashing, the sounds of the gulls squawking. All she hears is a very faint beep, and she has to strain her ears to even catch that.
She starts to panic, her breath becomes shallow and a rush of cold covers her skin as if she's been dropped into an ice bath. Where is she? Something is wrong. This place is unnerving. She can hear the beeping getting louder as the waves get larger in the silent ocean. She stumbles backwards into the soft sand, neither cold nor hot.
She feels something brush against her hand and jerks away quickly looking over her shoulder to see what touched her. A man stands behind her, a stranger, yet the look on his face suggests he knows her. She tries to step away but he reaches for her hand again.
“Liet. Wake up, please. Wake up,” he is pleading with her, face carved with anguish. “You have to come back to me, Liet.”
She focuses on a necklace around his neck, a thick silver chain with a flat circle pendant hanging from it.
“Liet?”
She shakes her head and looks around the beach again which is now filled with people and the noise you would expect at a busy beach fills her ears. The sounds of talking, shouting, and beeping are becoming unbearable. The panic that started earlier has turned into fear, she can feel her face and chest flush and the urge to scream is overwhelming and as she looks back at the man, his eyes have turned the bluest of blue, bleeding into the whites and his face has changed. His face is tipped down but he is staring up at her with brows pulled close and a menacing smile on his face.
“They know, Liet. They all know,” his voice doesn’t match his face, it’s high and almost friendly, which only makes it even more sinister and scary. “We all know, Liet.” He lunges for her, hands grabbing for her neck and as she screams and scrambles to get away she trips backwards and everything goes black.
Everything is dark.
Everything hurts.
The beeping is so, so loud.
She is lying somewhere. Where is she? She can feel warmth in her left hand. Her body feels broken. Breathing hurts, every breath takes effort, as if there is an invisible weight pressing down on her, restricting her lungs. Her head feels too big. The warmth in her hand is strange and she tries to move it away but all she manages is a twitch and the feeling of warmth leaves her skin.
“Julietta?” asks a voice in the room. The feeling of warmth is back on her hand and now it has a force, gripping her tightly.
She opens one eye. She isn’t sure why the other won’t open yet. She can make out shadows in the room. But the overwhelming pain she is feeling at the light streaming in from the window forces her eye closed immediately.
“Did she just open her left eye? Did she? Get the doctor. Now!”
The hand is still squeezing, gentler now.
“Julietta, open your eyes.” She can hear excitement in the male voice.
She starts to try again but the light is too much.
“Shut the blinds, it’s too bright for her. Quickly, Godsdammit!” The same voice commands then softens again. “Try again, my love.Try again.”
She opens it slowly and it’s much better now it’s darker. It gives her pupil time to adjust slowly and the shadows turn into people. She tries to move her head but she has something around her neck stopping her so she focuses on what she can see in the left side of the room. A window, three chairs lined up along the wall, two occupied. A chair next to the bed is occupied as well. She manages to focus on the person closest to her. A man holding her hand tightly in both of his, great concern all over his face. He looks familiar, but only vaguely. She doesn’t know why he’s now crying as he watches her open eye.
“Julietta!” The relief in his voice is palpable and he drops his head down to kiss her hand over and over again. “Thank all the Gods. My love!”
There is a flurry of movement and the man at her bedside is ushered away to the other seats where he is greeted with embraces from two other men.
The doctor and nurses go about the observations before she closes her eye again.
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“What is happening?! Why is she not awake anymore?”
“Mr. Lothbrok, her vitals look stable. Please don’t worry, she’s not in a coma any longer, but she will need a significant amount of rest. You should go home, we will call you when she wakes up again.”
“I’m not going anywhere! What a ridiculous suggestion,” Ivar yells dismissively.
“Ivar, she will be asleep for hours yet. Let me at least take you home so you can shower and eat. You haven’t left this room in eight days.”
“Hvitserk, I will leave this room when she’s well enough to leave it with me.”
“Okay, Brother,” Hvitserk's voice is full of concern. “I’ll bring you anything you need.”
Ivar walks to the side of her bed again and takes up the spot he has been rooted to for over a week. He looks over her face, right eye still swollen shut, right arm in a cast for the breaks and the skin that is visible is still an angry purple in places, in others the purple is fading around the edges to a muddy green and he imagines the rest of the skin he can’t see is in a similar state. Her skin has been sewn back together around her shoulder, by the best plastic surgeon in the country, but there will always be a physical reminder of what happened to her.
His beautiful Liet.
Ivar’s jaw clenches in anger. He knows she has a long way to go before she is healed fully, but now she is out of immediate danger and his thoughts at once turn to revenge and retribution. The people responsible will pay with their lives.
As he is allowing the volcano of rage to bubble inside of his chest, threatening to spill out into the world at any second, he catches her eye, open again and she studies him. He leans into her, all rage extinguished for now.
“My love, you’re awake.” He holds her hand and runs his own hand up her arm slowly, taking care not to hurt her.
“...am I?” she asks. Her throat must be so dry as her voice doesn’t sound like her own, scratchy and croaky and underused. Probably raw from intubation.
Ivar smiles at her, the relief at hearing her voice is overwhelming and his tears fall onto her hand as he bends down to kiss it again.
“Hospital. There was an… accident. You’re okay though. Broken bones and a bad head injury but you'll be okay, my love. I promise.” He smiles and lets out a relieved laugh and kisses her hand and arm.
Julietta watches him as he peppers her skin with love. “Who are you?” she asks quietly.
His face contorts into confusion, brows pulled close together, before he laughs lightly.
“Very funny, love. I’m the King of England and you are my Queen!” He laughs again until he looks at her face, and even through the bruising, the swelling, the cuts, he can see she isn’t joking. The left eye that is open is scared, her pupil is dilated in fear. He watches her chest as it is rising quicker than before and the steady beeping starts to quicken. “Julietta. It’s me, Ivar. It’s ok. Don’t worry, it’s just me.” He grabs her hand quickly and she jerks away.
There are waves of fear rolling off of her, now. He can see it, he can feel it. Ivar stands up slowly and walks to the door, his demeanour is different to how he interacts with her. Nothing soft, just a menacing aura that has the nurse's shoulders rise in fear when they see him, all avoiding eye contact and keeping the widest berth possible.
“Doctor. Immediately. She doesn’t know who I am.”
The doctor is in the room within a couple of minutes, shining a light into her eye. “Do you know your name? What year is it?”
She looks at the stranger in the room who called himself Ivar.
“Julietta Manresa. I.. I’m not sure.”
“Lothbrok, love. Julietta Lothbrok. We’ve been married for six months,” Ivar interjects before the doctor turns to him and gives him a look of reproach and a tiny shake of his head.
“Well done, Julietta. Tell me what’s wrong.”
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She swallows thickly and winces at the feeling. The man called Ivar hands a drink with a straw to the doctor who lets her take a sip.
“I don’t know him. Or anything about me apart from my name. I don’t know my parents' names. I don’t know why I’m here, what happened to me.” She starts to breathe deeper, too deep.
“Julietta, I know this is confusing but please try to keep calm. I can assure you this is a fairly common side effect for the type of head trauma you have suffered. It’s called Post Traumatic Amnesia.”
How can she calm down? She’s woken up in a hospital bed surrounded by strangers. One claiming to be her husband. She starts to feel light headed and nauseous. She tried to move but it’s almost impossible with the thing on her neck, her arm in a cast, leg in a splint.
“I don’t know you. You aren’t my husband. I’ve never seen you before,” her voice is rising to as much of a shout as her sore vocal chords will allow.
The doctor leaves the room quickly.
Ivar steps to the bed and sits down. He doesn’t reach for her hand. “I promise you. You are my wife. Don’t worry about that now, it will come back to you. I love you so much.”
The doctor comes back into the room and starts to inject something into the IV port in her hand.
“What the fuck is that? Tell me before you give her anything. I’ve told you time and time again,” Ivar’s voice is different again. Low, calm, as intimidating as anything she has ever heard.
“Mr. Lothbrok, she needs rest. I’ve administered a sedative. She has significant brain swelling. This will help her rest and heal.”
She starts to feel woozy, the IV site has gone cold as whatever the doctor administers travels up her vein. “I’m scared,” she whispers as her eyes focus on a silver chain and pendant around Ivar’s neck; it somehow feels like home. She tried to reach for it but the drugs are making her limbs heavier by the second.
Ivar takes her hand and brings it up to his mouth to kiss again. “I am here. I will be here when you wake up. Don’t be frightened, we will get through this. My beautiful Liet.”
Julietta hears the last part, the nickname he uses and it permeates a part of her consciousness, seeps into her synapses, making them fire, she’s heard it before. There’s a faint recognition there. She urges her brain to make the connections she desperately needs to piece together her life, but she slips under sedation before anything tangible forms in her brain.
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As her eyes flutter shut, Ivar's face hardens. “Don’t ever give my wife drugs I have not approved. I want to know everything she is given. I will break your legs if you disobey me again. Am I being understood?”
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The doctor looks into the eyes of Ivar, blue as the arctic ocean and twice as cold. He knows who Ivar Lothbrok is, what he does, who his family are. His reputation more than precedes him. He is someone not to cross, and even though the doctor has a duty of care primarily to his patients, and in this situation he would usually tell the family member to jump, he isn’t a fool.
“Of course. If you are not here and there is an emergency how should I proceed?”
“I am not leaving her side. So that will not be a problem,” Ivar advises him. “Don’t be facetious with me. I know you were asking my brother about the guards outside her room. They are staying until she leaves.” Ivar slowly walks towards the doctor who backs up, almost tripping backwards over the IV stand. “Do not question my actions again. My patience has all but disappeared due to this whole situation and I am not known to be a patient man at the best of times. I want to know when you are off shift so I can tell the other doctors the same as I have told you.” The doctor nods quickly.
He turns away and walks back to take up his spot next to his wife. “How long will she be asleep?”
The doctor clears his throat. “At least twelve hours,” he says with a shake in his voice, nerves clear.
Ivar doesn’t take his eyes off her face. “Thank you for saving her life.”
Julietta swings from consciousness to dreams for weeks, the fabric of reality stretched thin in her head, so much so that most of the time she isn’t sure if she is awake or asleep. What she does know is that when she is present in the hospital room, real or in her head, Ivar is there, at her side, talking to her gently, telling her stories she can’t recall.
Oftentimes she is back on the beach. This she knows is not her consciousness. It’s bathed in moonlight now, a blue and silver light reflecting off of the silent, black ocean. She doesn’t enter the water this time, too apprehensive in the dark. She looks up and down again and sees only a tiny beach hut illuminated by a soft yellow glow. She walks to it and can’t hear muffled talking. Heated talking. She doesn’t knock on the door, she pushes it open to find Ivar standing in front of a man she’s never seen before. The stranger has black hair shaved close to his scalp, deep olive skin and black stubble over his handsome face. He has a scar running through his right eyebrow. They stop talking and both look at her silently.
She sees love on both their faces.
The stranger stands up, taking a step past Ivar towards her. “Etta, where are you? I miss you.” He asks in Russian.
Ivar moves between them giving the stranger a look of displeasure. His face softens when he looks back to her. “Liet, who is this?” He cups her face and kisses her softly. “Who is he, love?”
She shakes her head in confusion, looking past Ivar to the stranger who has recoiled at the scene in front of him. “I…I don’t know, Ivar. I don’t know who he is.”
A laugh of disbelief leaves the stranger. “Etta? It’s me.”
“I don’t know who you are,” she replies.
“Let’s go, Liet,” Ivar weaves his arm over her shoulder and looks back over his to the man. “You are not important.”
As she allows Ivar to lead her out of the hut and back out into the night, everything goes black again. The damn beeping has returned too, she notices.
Beep.
Beep.
Her eyes open. Both this time. She feels less sore than the last time she woke up from the beach. She is able to move her neck now and can see to the right for the first time. A bed is next to her, pushed up so close they are touching and Ivar is asleep next to her on it. Her head feels like a normal size now and she shifts her head on the pillow to stare at him. His hand is on her arm, his short hair is shaved in the sides but it needs cutting, making her wonder how long she’s been in the hospital, with him by her side. He has stubble over his face and she can see the thick purple lines under his eyes, he looks exhausted.
She studies him for a long time, trying to remember anything she can, but nothing comes. Nothing at all. The only memories of him are from when she came out of the coma. She tries to recall other aspects of her life. Friends, family, the name of her schools, any pets she’s had, what food she likes.
Nothing.
It’s like shouting into a bottomless chasm: nothing but the echo of the questions asked coming back to her. Like trying to enter an impenetrable castle, banging on the door and being ignored.
Nothing.
Who am I? I have not one memory of my life. Not one. Am I even real? If I don't have any memories, do I even really exist? Have I ever existed? Am I dead? Is this purgatory?
She starts to panic again and she turns to the only person in the world who has been here for her for this whole ordeal.
“Ivar... Ivar,” she whispers quietly. She needs something, she needs comfort and she only has one source of that it seems. This stranger who says he is her husband. “Ivar.” She repeats and his eyes fly open.
“Julietta! You’re awake. Do you remember me? Let me fetch the doctor.”
Her panic rises, the thought of being left completely alone in the world terrifies her so she grips his arm tightly. “NO! Don’t leave me. Please. I don’t remember you, I'm sorry.” She starts to cry. “Ivar, am I dead?”
Ivar’s face crumples at her words and he slides close to her, as close as he can without disturbing the tangle of wires attached to her. As he slides his arm over her waist he kisses her on the cheek and wipes her falling tears, then does the same to his own.
“You're not dead, my love. You are very much alive, you are the strongest woman I’ve ever met. A fighter, my best shield maiden. Odin’s own Valkyrie. We will get through this together.”
His presence calms her fears, makes her breaths come easier, slows her racing heart.
“Who am I?”
Ivar sniffs and rubs his nose on his sleeve. “I think we should talk to the doctor first before I start telling you things. I don’t want to overwhelm you. Just know that you are Julietta Lothbrok, we have been married for six months now and we’ve been together for three years. Look,” he reaches for a framed photo on the cabinet next to his bed, “this is one of our wedding photos,” he says, holding it in front of her face.
It is them, on their wedding day. She is in a beautifully elegant, lace dress with gold detailing and he is in a navy suit. They are holding hands and looking at each other with massive smiles on their faces.
“See, baby. It’s us,” Ivar says, so proudly.
Julietta notices Ivar is holding a walking stick and he has something wrapped around each leg. She reaches her left hand up to touch the picture, running her finger over his legs. “You had an accident as well?” She glanced down at his legs, no braces now.
He laughs lightly at her. “No accident, love. Bone disease. My braces are over there.” He gestures to the side of the bed.
“We looked happy.” She glances at him shyly, catching his eyes and noticing how blue they are.
“We are happy,” he replies with a wide smile. “I’m going to get the doctor, okay? I will be right back, I promise.”
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More time passes in the hospital. She isn’t sure how much time, she just knows she is healing more and more, but only physically. Her memory is still non-existent. She has asked Ivar many questions over her time here, questions about herself and her accident but he is always vague or evades the questions completely, saying it’s doctors orders not to overload her with information in her unstable condition.
He still hasn’t left her side. He gets food delivered to the room, by an app on his phone or by one of his four brothers, mainly one called Hvitserk who, despite being told by Ivar not to, only refers to her as “sister” and insists on hugging her every time he comes into her room. She is getting used to it now, even though at first she didn’t like it one bit; it felt overly familiar and intrusive.
Another brother, Ubbe, brings work for Ivar to sign. He often comes into the hospital room, gives her a quick smile and whisks Ivar into the hall where they have heated yet hushed discussions. She watches Ivar intently during these discussions, his face is always angry, aggressive and his body language mirrors this.
After one such visit from Ubbe, Ivar returns to the room more agitated than usual.
“Ivar. What do you do for work? You seem… different when you are speaking with others,” she questions tentatively.
His head whips to her so fast that it makes her jump, his expression one that she’s never seen directed at her before. She shifts uncomfortably under his gaze. His face softens. “Julietta , I don’t think that is a topic we should discuss first. How about something less complicated? About you?”
Julietta nods quickly. “How long have I been here?”
“We are in the fifth week now. You were in a coma for over a week and spent another few in and out of sedation until the swelling on your brain went down. There has been talk that I will be able to take you home soon,” he says with a hope filled voice.
She gives him a small smile. “Don’t I have parents? No one has visited me.” She is dreading the answer but deep down, a part of her already knows.
Ivar tips his head to the side slightly and grimaces almost imperceptibly, but she catches it. “My love, your parents died ten years ago in a car crash. I’m so sorry to have to tell you that.” He walks to the bed and she shifts over, allowing him room to lay next to her, both on their sides facing each other. They have been doing this over the last few days. She can see how much being close to her means to him, a physical need he has, and by the way it calms her own body, she figures she needs physical comfort as well.
“I think some part of me knew that,” she tells him with a little shrug. “We don’t have children?”
“No, love.”
“What happened to me, Ivar? Please tell me. I can handle it.”
He stares at her for a while and takes a massive breath in, closing his eyes. “You were hit by a car. It swerved onto the pavement and hit you when you were leaving the gym. It was a hit and run. We have…we have yet to find out who did it.”
That information shocks her to her core. She assumed she’d been in a car accident, but not a hit and run. “It wasn’t an accident? Someone meant to run me over?” The shock of the information sends a bolt of dread through her, her eyes start to sting and her nose starts to fizz. “Why?”
The pain on Ivar’s face is clear, pain at having to break the news to her, pain at having to relive the memory, there is guilt in his expression, she recognises that.
“I think that’s enough information for now. Little by little, okay, baby? The important thing is you are alive, and what is gone will return. Go to sleep, you need to rest.”
He’s right, that’s a lot of information to digest all at once, she needs time for it to sink in and sort through the feelings involved, so she nods at him.
“We will talk more tomorrow. I’m looking forward to telling you about your unhealthy love of Chinese food!”
Julietta sniffs at this information, “I’ve been thinking about noodles a lot this week. That would explain it.”
“Silly thing, why didn’t you tell me? I will get some, do you want some now? What else do you want? Actually, don’t think, I will just get your favourite.” He leans in to kiss her and she pulls back. “Sorry,” he tells her with a look of deepest disappointment, “force of habit.”
She feels embarrassed. She should have let him kiss her, he’s her husband after all. “Don’t be sorry.” She moves her face to his and gives him a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. When she pulls away his face is so happy it makes her smile and kiss him again. Her stomach does a tiny flip when she kisses him. “Thank you for not leaving me alone, Ivar.”
Summary: You dwell on the thought of how sometimes doing nothing with Ivar makes you the happiest.
This is my entry to @doctorwhoandfairytaillover short and sweet challenge! Congrats on all your followers! I'm so happy for you!
Fjaka (Croatian)– "the sweetness of doing nothing"
The book quote at the beginning of the story comes from one of my favorite books 'Mara, Daughter of the Nile', page 210. (if anyone is interested)
Words: 699
Warnings: Pure, sugary fluff. Soft Ivar. One swear word.
Triumph swept over Mara, giving way immediately to something so much stronger and deeper that every other reality dropped sway. She found herself clinging to him fiercely, caught up in an emotion more compelling than any she had known. For once she did not plan or scheme or use her wits, since it was quite impossible. She did not even think.
You closed your eyes for a brief respite, allowing the emotions of the story to flow over you like a gentle stream. The character Mara could not place a name to this new feeling carving its way into her being. But you could – love.
Lifting your gaze, you stared at the man sitting on the couch with you. Your legs stretched over his lap, his arms rested on them as he held a game controller. His radiant blue eyes glued onto the TV screen, playing some video game that frequently made him swear and grumble about getting his brothers back. Laying the book in your lap, but careful not to lose your page, you rested the side of your head on the leather couch, admiring your fiancé.
You thought back to your own declarations of love. It was not intense or overly romantic like in the book you were reading. A slave and a lord, betraying customs and social conformity, throwing themselves into an well of hopeful love, only to hit rock bottom.
No, your own declarations were much simpler, more tranquil. It happened laying in bed next to one another, the morning sunlight spilling over you two. Neither of you moved, even as both of your alarms had blared repeatedly already. Instead, words of contentment, satisfaction and love filled the narrow space between your bodies. Nothing profound. Nothing world-shattering. Just an acknowledgement shared in that moment, solidifying the dedication and love between the two of you.
He must have sensed your gaze on him, since he spoke without removing his eyes from the TV screen. "What?"
"Nothing."
This time he quickly glanced at you before turning back and humming his disbelief.
"I just…I guess I was just reminded of how much I love you."
"Are they fucking in your book right now?"
"Ugh! No! That's not why!" You smacked his shoulder lightly with the side of your book, not that the book was actually thick enough to do much damage. "I was just….thinking."
With a quirk of his lips, he paused his video game. Using a single finger under your chin, he guided your lips to his. The kiss he placed was so gentle, so tender, you were unable to do anything but melt under his touch and lean into him wanting more. No confection, no sugar, no candy or chocolate could ever be sweeter or more satisfying than this kiss. For it delved deep into your soul, further wrapping you in the knowledge of his complete and utter love for you.
Ever so slowly, he drew back to kiss the tip of your nose and then turn to his prior spot. "I love you too." After that, he returned to his game, unpausing it only to then colorfully swear about some idiot on the screen.
The smile on your face could easily rival the sun in its brightness. With that adorning your face, you opened your book back up, returning to the characters and their newfound, forbidden love.
You were happy in the contentment, the simplicity of your life with Ivar. It may not be riveting or dramatic. Certainly nothing that would ever be written about or made into a song. But that did not matter. It was these quiet moments shared between the two of you that were your favorite, and his. Unlike the characters in your story, whose love was like a threatening storm; the love shared between you and Ivar was an oak tree – strong, resilient and peaceful with deep roots.
Your life with Ivar had its ups and downs, like all relationships, but it was these moments where you seemed to be doing nothing together….they were what spoke loudest of the happiness surrounding you two. The joy of companionship and just being with one another. A simplicity that is profound.
A/N: This is my entry to @doctorwhoandfairytaillover‘s short and sweet Challenge. Congratulations again, darling ♥️
Let me tell you this: keeping with the word count (700 words max.) wasn’t an easy task. But hey, I did it 🍾
Thank you @mrsalwayswrite, you're the best 🌺
Summary: Ivar canceled your date. You beg to differ.
Warnings: soft Ivar; fluff.
Words: 698 (🥳)
Edit by @oceansodeep
He frowns as he hears the knock on his bedroom door and then freezes for a second when you speak. "Ivar? May I come in?" Your voice is soft and tentative, but he knows you will come in either way. He has no time to lose. Shaking his head, he takes action, hastily turning off the tv and grabbing his laptop, putting it on his lap. He's supposed to be working, after all. Pressing frantically on the keyboard, he lets out a sigh of relief as the device wakes up.
As expected, the door opens even though he hasn't said anything yet. "Hello Ivar," you greet him with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" His tone is harsh, and he feels guilty as soon as the words are out of his mouth. You don't deserve to be treated like that.
Still smiling – you never take his crap personally, which never ceases to amaze him – you cross the room and take a seat on the bed, right next to him. "Well, boyfriend," you reply playfully, "we have a date."
"No, you're mistaken," he raises his index finger, "we had a date. I canceled it, remember?"
Crossing your arms, you look him straight in the eye. "You're in pain." It is not a question. Ivar knows he's screwed. Once again, you see right through him. He won't give up though, not without a fight at least.
"I told you I'm behind on an assignment." He speaks earnestly, points at his laptop, and finally shrugs. "I got overwhelmed with homework."
"And we both know that's a lie," you reply without missing a beat. "You're never behind, Ivar. So now, tell me the truth, okay?" Your hand grazes the blanket that covers his legs. You know better than to apply any pressure.
He hates all of that. The situation. His condition. The pain. He hates feeling weak. He hates being unable to walk, even with his braces on, sometimes for days. And he still feels ashamed of not being like everyone else. Of not being normal.
That's why this morning, the moment he saw his eyes in the mirror – not that he really needed it, the throbbing ache in his legs spoke for itself – he knew he had to cancel your date.
"Ivar, you know I can see it in your eyes, right?" You insist as he keeps quiet, threading your fingers through his.
"Fucking eyes," he mutters under his breath before giving you a small sheepish smile, his eyes never meeting yours. "I am in pain, yes," he eventually admits, "and I am sorry I had to cancel. It's not that bad usually but I can't even sit in my fucking chair," he wags a finger in the direction of his wheelchair, "for more than thirty minutes."
"But you're comfy right now, right? I mean, in the bed?" There's no pity in your tone, and for that he's grateful.
"Yes. As comfy as I can be on days like this." He shrugs, wondering what you're getting at.
"Great!" You say cheerfully. "See, that's why I'm here!" Scooting closer, you slip under the blanket, resting your back against the headboard, your face just inches from his.
"What... What are you doing?" Surprise and confusion are obvious in his voice and he finally looks at you.
"Well," you reply with a smile, giving him a peck on the tip of his nose, "even though you can't go out, the date still can happen. Right here. Hmh? What do you say, boyfriend?"
Ivar lets out a sigh. "Y/N, I'd be no good to you... I'm stuck here." He shakes his head helplessly. "There's just nothing I can do..."
"I beg to differ." You laugh, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders. "That, you can certainly do. And I'm pretty sure you'll be just fine kissing me, or eating the pizza I already ordered!"
"You never give up, do you?" A half-smile crosses Ivar's face as you lean in close.
"Never." You whisper, your lips brushing his. And as you grab the remote, turning on the tv, "what were you watching?" his pain lessens just a bit.
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Chapter 10 : A Discovery of Feelings
After spending the night partying and dancing we could think that we’d stay the day sleeping and recovering, but it’s not us. We slept longer than usual but we’re still up before 10am -which isn’t bad when we get to bed at nearly 4am-, we still sleep tight and well.
The reason why we don’t stay in bed is because, first we have somework to do on the blog an the youtube channel, second I want to do some research on his “problem” and eventually ask him some more question about it, third...we’re in Japan and I just want to go to sex shop is that so hard to understand. Plus we could find some toys to play together,I mean we never know... I also found the perfect place to go, Akihabara, apparently there is the two biggest sex shop of all Japan ! We can’t miss it !
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After finishing our work Ivar goes to call his mother while I do some research on his condition. First, is it a physical or a psychological problem ? Can he have an orgasm or can’t he ? If it’s physical and he suffers of what we call ‘anorgasmia’ ---literally the incapacity to have an orgasm-, then he’ll need a prostate surgery. But this can also be caused by other ailments altering the penis’s gristle. Plus I learn than a man can have an orgasm without cuming -which could be treated by taking some medicines for instance-. At least if it’s one of those it can be treated, which means it must affect enough persons for the tratments to be profitable, important and useful. Now if it’s psychological it’s an other story, maybe he has some kind of an arousal problem -which means he can’t be aroused enough to induce an ejaculation-, one of the solution would be to work on his own pleasure and find what’s make him the most aroused, maybe use his personal fantasy to help him being more into it, and the most important, TRUST ! Trust in himself and in the other -me in this case-.
Strangely it would be easier if it was psychological, I mean this way I could try and help him, if he needs to see a doctor I’m not really sure he’ll be ready to talk to someone else about this... Finger crossed.
It’s been almost one hour and a half sonce I start doing my research, I’m done now and I’m only waiting for Ivar to come back from his call so I can ask him more questions. The door of his bedroom opens and I see him get out of it with a smile adorning his perfect features.
“How was your call ?”
“Great ! I talked to mother and then to Ubbe and Hvitserk, they gave me some news about the rest of the familly. The business has never been this prosperous which makes me proud and glad for them. He tells me gleefully. What about you, have you done with...whatever you were doing ?”
“I was doing some research about your ‘problem’, I mimic the quotation mark at this word, and I need to know more in order to understand if we’ll need to see a dctor right away or not.”
“A doctor ! Min Skatt are you serious ?!” He looks surprised and not at all at ease.
“Don’t worry Bunny I won’t force you to do anything, I just need some details, not too personal of course.” I come sit net to him, caressing the side of his pretty face.
“Well, go ahead ask our questions.” He says a bit defeated.
“Have you ever have an orgasm ?”
“Wow and you said it won’t be too personal... He seems a bit distressed and ashamed. I give him a hug kissing his forehead an explain him why I needed to know this. No, I never...I’ve been on the brink of it several times, but it’s like...The moment I’m going to finish everything stop and I’m here fustrated like crazy and with blue balls.”
“This means you can feel pleasure, it’s good at least, does it happen whether you’re on your own or accompanied ?” I rub his back from one hand and strocking is hair that are now resting on the crook of my neck where his head is resting.
“Both, it’s worse when I’m not alone... I’m starting to think it might be more psychological than physical after all, it’s a good beginning. I don’t overly like my legs not to say hate them, and the fact that I had to show them during...you know, made me unconfortable and unable to be fully focus on me and her.” I hear him sniff and can feel him cry a little against my shoulder. I let him express his sadness while consoling him with sweet whispering.
“My beautiful..”
“Pfff”
“I said my beautiful, perfect...”
“Not even close !” He snuggles closer to me, not trusting the veracity of my words.
“Last time, my beautiful, perfect, sweet Bunny, I think I know what you have !” He stare at me surprised.
“Do tell !”
“Your lack of self esteem and self confidance prevent you from letting go of your fear and complex or whatever to just appreciate the moment. Once you’re fully relaxed, I can tell you it would be easier for you to have an orgasm...and cum all over the sheets.” I whisper the last sentence in his ear using the most sultry tone I could muster.
“Are you sure this is gonna work ?!” He asks hopefull.
“I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m not, but based on what I read and my passed encounters, you need to feel at ease to be able to perform you know, it’s the same for girls, we need to be calm, relaxed and in complete trust of the other to fully appreciate the moment.”
“I trust you Min Skatt !” He cups my face our nose touching. I put my hands on his own looking at him intensely.
“What about going on a small trip to buy some toys for you an then go find a high noted love hotel to go and test them ?” I whisper. I see him blush a bit as well as seeing his pupils dilated.
“Ahem...yes why not ?!”
“Is this a question or are you not sure ?” I laugh a bit.
“W-What kind of toys do you have in mind ?” I’m slightly puzzled by this question but suddenly understand.
“Nothing to put in your urethra Bunny, don’t stress yourself. As for your amazing bum that you know I love, I won’t do anything against your consent, if you want to try it we will, if you don’t, no big deal, this is all about you being at ease and relaxed. I will give you pleasure and only pleasure, no pain, no fear. Are you reassured ?”
“Better now. Thanks Min Skatt !” He leans to me to give me a kiss on the lips, a kiss with such sincerity and feelings.
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We arrive in front of one of the biggest sex shop in the country, we both feel strange. Contrary to the occidental sex shop, those in Japan are really explicit and not hidden at all which is a bit destabilizing. Before coming we taked more about what he thinks he would be confortable with and what is a big no. I have some ideas in mind that I’m eager to suggest.
We enter the shop, it’s bright and not at all seen as something disgusting or something to make fun of. There is even a sign -both in Japanese and English-stating ‘Please be quiet in paticular here because tere is a person who chooses an item of masturbation seriously. It’s the trouble for them so quietly, please !’ We both look at each other trying not to erupt in a fit of laughter. After calming ourselves we take a cart and search for some items.
“Bunny I had some ideas in mind but I don’t want you to feel too overwelmed.”
“I’m all ears, as far as it’s nothing that goes in my urethra I’m all good !” He says smiling lightly but still a bit unconfortable talking so openly about our soon to be sexuality.
“First thing first we need lubricant, a lot of it, I look at him an his raise his brows, trust me sweety better having more than not enough !”
“Ok Min Skatt lead the way !” He chuckles happily.
“Well one of the most widespead sextoys for men is probably the fleshlight, I show him the newest model, oh wow it’s a vibrating one ! We’re so taking it ! I also thought about a vibrating cockring, apparently when using it men are thrashing with pleasure ! Awesome ! Why not adding a magic wand !?” I’m starting to babble and talking to myself mostly.
“You’re really into vibrating things, are you sure it’s safe though ?” He asks me in a small voice. I come to him, cup his face with gentle care.
“Vibrations will amplify your pleasure, add this to a more common stimulation and you obtain a Bunny desperate for more.”
“I-I don’t know what to say, you are so eager and so ready to help, I’m at a loss of words...”
“Never doubt of my will to help you sweet love, we’ll do anything you want at your own rythme. Step by step. We’re in this together, always and forever !” I see some unshed tears in his eyes that he tries to hide from me.
“Thank you so much Min Skatt !” He pulls me in a bear hug, hidding his face in the crook of my neck to gently suck at my pulse point.
We walk some more, stare at some weird sexual contraptions before walking to the bdsm alley. For what we’re trying to achieve I don’t think we’ll need any items from here buut I see Ivar seems interested in something I would never have thought he would.
“Min Skatt, w-what do you think about this ?” He holds out a dark blindfold with red and gold embroideries, perfect for men and women to wear.
“It’s cute, who would be wearing it ?”
“Ahem...me actually...He bows his head. I think I’d feel better if I have the choice of not seeing anything, maybe I’d be less stressed if I can’t see your disgusted face...” I say nothing for now
“I’m okay with taking it for you, loosing a sense increase the others, but would you consider adding to our cart a pair of handcuff ?” He gasps.
“W-Why would you want handcuffs ?”
“Because sweet baby, hearing you speaking so despicably about yourself and thinking that I would be disgusted by you is something I’m not okay with, something that will need to be punished.” I use my authoritative voice even if I’m deadly serious.
“I didn’t want to offend you...”
“Ivar !” I raise my voice.
“Don’t call me that ! You know I hate it when you do that Min Skatt !!” He engulfes me in a tight embrace, kissing my face tenderly.
“Then listen to what I’m saying.”
“Speak then.”
“I will never be disgusted by you or your body ever, you perfectly know that. And more than anything you know that this, I grab his firm bum in one hand and touch his pec with the other, only belong to me ! You are mine Bunny, body and soul, the good and the bad, you entirely !”
“And you are mine Min Skatt !” He lets a happy sob escape from him.
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After finishing our shopping we booked a bedroom for the entire night in a love hotel in order to try and experiment together.
We step inside our bedroom, it’s a basic, yet cute one, we didn’t want to be too extravagant for our first love hotel, we won’t have time to appreciate it as we’ll be to focus to bring some pleasure into this world.
It’s early evening, before starting serious we decide to order some food, something light but tasty nonetheless. During the meal I could see him still a bit apprehensive. I take his hands into mine, trying to reassure him as best as I can.
“Everything is gonna be okay Bunny, we’ll stop whenever you want, no pressure.”
“I know it’s you and I’m safe, I know you won’t make fun of me or anything but I can’t help it ! All I can think about is all the time this happened with...with the other two and how they looked at me as if I was not a man, a disgusting thing...I felt so ashame ! I don’t know what I’d do if one day you happened to look a me the same way they did.” Tears are ouing out his eyes. I come sit net to him to give him the most tight and loving embrace I can muster given our size difference.
“Never speak about those two gorgons ever again, they didn’t deserve you ! You’re everything they’re not, smart, funny, handsome and hell of a sexy to top it all !” He aughs at the last part.
“Thank you Min Skatt.” He pecks my right cheek.
We finish our meal together, holding hands, staring at each other with utter adoration as well as admiration. I offer Ivar to go take a shower -I already took mine as soon as we arrived- to relax a bit before we start. I prepare the bed, pull off the bed covers, ut the toys and lubricant on the bedside table while waiting for him in my short and sport bra -it bings confort as well as more skin to be seen-.
Some time ater he step ot off the batroom in nothing but a towel around his waist.
“Should I put some underwear ? I mean...you never saw my... I don’t want you to feel unconfortable.”
“Come here baby, he comes sitting right next to me, as I’m gonna pleasure you with my hands and toys I’ll have to be in contact with your cock, the question you should ask yourself is do youwant to see it or not ?” He stays silent for a bit.
“I think I’ll keep the towel and when I’ll be blindfolded and it would be easier, you could take it off. I nodded kissing his nose. Ok, well, what do we do ?” He seems uncertain, he’s so cute in a manly sort of way I can’t explain.
I come closer to him, start caressing the side of his face -he’s leaning into my touch, eyes closed-, stroking his hair and peperring kisses everywhere on his face. As I see him respond positively , I decide to straddle him to have better access to the rest of his upper body. I gently push him so he’s now lying on his back. I kiss, lick and suck his torso as if my life deended on it. I can feel his hips thrust a little against mine, each time they got in contact I hear him moan with a law voice. As usual -an because I know him pretty well b now I think- I take my precious time lavishing his nipples. I’ve never seen a an this sensitive from this area, he’s angelic, the pleasure on his face, the sounds coming out of his mouth...
“Oh n-norns Min Skatt, it feels s-so goooood !!!” He whimpers as I languidly work his nipples into an erect pebble.
“This is just the beginning my sweet !” I continue my ministration until I’m sure he’s half hard so I can position the cockring.
He’s now half hard -this is not the most difficult part- so I ask him to change position.
“Baby will you sit please so I can blindfold you, I will then ask you to position yourself between my legs our back against my torso.” Once we’re both fully seated I start to hug him from behind to show him I’m still here. I then kiss his neck leaving huge hickey on his pulse point.His hips keep thrusting into the air whie my hands continue to play with his already erect nipples.
“Aempff Hmmm ! His knuckles are white from grasping the bedsheets. Unconciously I see his legs being spread apart for better access. Moreover, he’s trying to kiss whatever part of my skin he can reach, so I give in and kiss his lips passionnately, his tongue enters my mouth and fought for dominance, desperate to feel more. His whimpers increase the moment I start palming him through the towel. Ohhh gods more more more ! Please Min Skatt I need more ! His desperate pleas for pleasure, and tears streaming down his face motivate me even more. I grab the lubricant and pour some in my hand before gently grabbing his cock tugging on it lightly. Y-Yeeeeeeeeees, that’s what I’m talking about !”
Gentle stroke up and down, up and down to build a rythme as well as his pleasure. When he’s almost hard I take good care into placing the cockring at the base of his penis, peppering featherlight touches on the underside of it, especially on his protruded vein.
“Now baby I’m going to turn the cockring on so you will feel some vibrations along your beautiful genital appendage.” I kiss the side side of his head starting the toy into the lowest setting. He gasps, surprise by the new sensation. I continue to stroke him slower and slower, tightening my hold on him, stimulating his slit with my index finger. He whines, thrusting his hips furthermore so much that he’s almost fuc*ing my hand while my other hand is ruffling his hair to keep them away from the blindfold and the rest of his face. I can feel him getting close, his moan are more intense and his thighs starts shaking through the magnitude of his pleasure. Just when he’s about to reach his peack, I stop everything.
“W-What the hell Min Skatt !!?”
“Calm yourself baby, everything is under control.” I then turn his face so I could kiss senselessly.
Once he’s calm enough I turn the cockring back on but on a higher setting which take him by surprise and allowed one of the most sinful moan to errupt out of his mouth. He doesn’t know it yet or at least I think he doesn’t but the more I tease him and the harder he becomes. He’s now almost fully hard, precum leaking in profusion helping his dick staying well lubricated.
“You’re doing good Bunny, so so good, I’m so proud of you. I whisper in his ears. If you could see youself now you’d be shoked by how manly and breathtakingly sexy and endearing you are.” Those praise -as well as an other higher setting-are enough to get him even more worked up than he already is which is what it takes to get him fully hard. As far as I know it’s the first time. It’s time to try the other toy, the vibrating wand. I start by applying some lub on the vibrating head as well as his cock and nipples before turning it on. The new sound of vibrations make him squirm in anticipation, his hands are clawing at my thighs, rubbing them as if he needed something to hold on to in order to stay anchored.
I first rub the wand to the underside of his cock, applying more pressure to the tip before going south, right on his balls, massaging them, teasing them until he’s at the brink of an other orgasm, then again I stop everything.
“Nooooo ! Min Skatt don’t stop, please...I’m begging you !” He sobs from desperation and need. Tears were rolling from his eyes and I could hear from his tone of voice how frustrated he is. I’ve been edging him for almost two hours now and I think he’s ready for the great final. I deposite sweet loving kisses to every bit of skin I can reach finishing by a tender one on his parted lips. He’s purring like a cat, chasing my lips for an other sealing kiss.
I set the cockring into a vibration setting, stroke him in a constant ryhtme, playing the wand on his balls while stimulating his nipples. The force of the pleasure he feels at the same time is exceptional. Once again his thighs are shaking like crazy, his moans come out of him unashamedly. I decide to take his blindfold of so he can see how hard he is and how good it felt.
“W-What are you nngh doing ?!” He whines as his pleasure increase, beads of sweat are forming on his chest and forehead.
“Showing you how much of a man you are Bunny !” He finally see the reality, he can get hard. He errupt in a fit of joy, tears of happiness and pleasure pour out of him.
As the final peak is coming I encourage him, pampering him, kissing him with utter devotion.
“Come on Love let it go.” He quickly turns his face toward me.
“Say it again please ! Please, please, please !” He sounds so deserate for release.
“You can cum now Love.” I kiss his lips while he’s still staring at me with adoring eyes.
“Again !” He whimpers
“Cum my Love.” An other kiss.
“Again !” He whines, tears in his eyes.
“Love.”
“Ahhhhhhhh !” An explosion of new sensations hit him full force. When he wakes from his post orgasm bliss he sees me cleaning his mess, absentmindedly kissing him.
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After all the emotion we both go to sleep. During the night I feel something or someone rubbing against me. Guess what, once again Ivar is dry humping me except this time he’s not asleep.
“What are you doing Bunny ?”
“I couldn’t sleep with such a hard on.” He pouts.
“And you decide to dry humping me while I’m asleep ?” I ask laughing.
“I was hoping you’d wake up and as you didn’t get anything from before I thought you wouldn’t be oppose to it...”
“Such a gentleman, tonight was about you and only you, and trust me I get my fair share of pleasure by giving you some.”
“A lot, you gave me a lot of it.”
“Come on here !” I get on my back, open my arms as an invitation.
“W-What do you mean ?”
“You said you had a hard on, so get here and rub yourself on me.” I spread my legs wide, one of my foot come in contact with his bulge which made it twitch a little.
“Ahhmph, you’re such an unsufferable woman !! He comes in my embrace, my legs lead him to be as much closer as it’s physicaly possible. He starts dry humping me, lazily first to appreciate the skin contact -he’s in a brief and I’m still in short but without bra on- Norns I’ve neve been this skin hungry before ! I’m an addict ! His movements are more and more erratic the more lost in pleasure he is. You’re my addiction, my bestfriend, my soulmate !”
“And you are mine Bunny, my addiction, my bestfriend and my soulmate.” I cup his face and seal those thoughts with a tender and emotional kiss.
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Ragnarssons Enterprise • modern!Ivar the Boneless x f!Reader story
1. Prologue
Despite your affinity for hotels and travel, you needed to get a regular job in order to afford your apartment in the center of Copenhagen.
As a result of the fight you and your former roommate had over the man, which in retrospect was the most ridiculous thing to argue about, you had to find a new place to live, and thankfully you were able to do that.
However, finding a regular job wasn't so easy at the time.
Despite good marks, references, and some experience, no one has offered you a job even though you applied to many companies.
You were invited to interview only by Ragnarssons Enterprise.
During the interview, you felt confident you had a good chance of landing the job. "I must say, I've received very good references from a few of your professors," the interviewer casually stated. "Your professors have praised both your excellent grades and your active participation in lectures. Nevertheless, Ms Y/S, I remain unsure."
You frowned, slightly tilting your head.
"Your dissertation, as well as most of your learning plan subjects, focused on hotel management. Why do you want to join a huge business like ours then?"
Your response was calm, "In everything I do, sir, I strive to do my best. I am confident that working for your company would be a rewarding experience for me, as well as for you. Being a secretary isn't my only ambition; the truth is that I've always wanted to be a hotel manager, but working here will allow me to gain firsthand experience dealing with people and business."
The interviewer softly hummed. "Should I expect you to leave us soon if I hire you, then?"
"Sir, I'm dependable. I believe that understanding any job requires at least three years. In addition, I intend to pursue a master's degree while working here. You can rely on me. I'm a trustworthy person."
The interviewer said simply, "We will provide you with our final response by the end of next week."
summary: classes have started back up for you which should be a nice distraction, but when are things ever that easy?
a/n: i had no idea what gif to use of alex so here's this! also, here's my vikings masterlist!
gif credit- @therealcalicali
To say you were an anxious mess was a severe understatement. It was a week into the lockdown and today was your first zoom session with your students. You missed them like crazy, but not knowing how all this would go down was nerve wracking; they were just 7 year olds after all.
“You look tense,” Ivar chuckled as he stood behind you. You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for his teasing.
“I am.”
The feeling of his hands on your shoulders made you jump slightly. God, you were a mess. “Take breath, Y/N.” He began massaging your shoulders which did ease you a bit. You were sure you’d given yourself about a dozen stress knots since receiving the email from your principal three days ago.
Your laptop was open on the zoom website, a countdown of how long till your students would be joining was on the screen. 1 minute. 60 seconds and you’d see 20 of your favorite 7 year olds.
“Alright,” You sighed, shrugging Ivar’s hands off you. “I have 30 seconds to mentally prepare myself.”
Your bestfriend laughed at your expense once again before leaning down and giving your temple a quick kiss. “You’ll be fine. You get a lunch at 12 and i’ll have something ready for you by then.”
You didn’t even process the words he spoke since all your brain could focus on was the way your skin tingled where his lips just were. Ivar was gone in a second, presumably going to his room where he’ll be holed up while you work. The wifi worked best at the island counter so that’s where you were set up.
A chorus of “Miss Y/N” soon rang in your ears and all thoughts of Ivar were gone. You gave these kids your undivided attention for the next three hours.
You were in the middle of explaining the math worksheet they had for homework when one of your boys asked a question. “Miss who’s behind you?”
Your brow furrowed as you turned your head, only to spot Ivar coming out of his room with his airpods in and phone in his hand. “Yes Floki, we got the masks Helga made. Y/N loves her marvel one so thank her for us please. All right, I need to start on lunch now.”
Ivar hadn’t looked up since he walked into the frame of your camera and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t stopped looking at him either.
“Miss Y/N, is that your boyfriend?”
As soon as the question left your students mouth, both yours and Ivar’s head snapped to the screen. So he had hung up with Floki already.
You cleared your throat, “Uh-no, Max, he’s um my roommate.” You stuttered your way through the short sentence, mentally scolding yourself.
Ivar smiled at the flustered mess you’d become. He took out his headphones as he came to your side. “Hello,” He waved at the kids who eagerly waved back. “I hope you all are behaving for Miss Y/N here.”
The overlapping chatter of ‘yes!’ and ‘of course sir!’ made you and Ivar laugh. “I’m starting lunch, any requests?” He asked, trying to keep his voice.
You shook your head, “I’m good with anything you make.”
Ivar nodded and winked your way before going around the counter and beginning to rummage through his thankfully fully stocked fridge. You had to tear your gaze away from him. Only 10 minutes till your lunch break. You could do this.
The way you talked to your students, so engaged and animated made Ivar feel something. Something he’d never felt with anybody else before. Hearing you laugh at something silly a kid said made his heart swell. He loved hearing you laugh. He had just finished plating the sandwich he made as you said your goodbye for the next 45 minutes.
“Okay guys, any questions before we go on lunch? Yes, Emma?” You smiled at the little girl who cleared her throat before speaking.
“Miss, my sister has a roommate too and they go on dates and kiss. Do you and your roommate do that too?” She asked so innocently that you couldn’t even scold her for asking such an intrusive question. All eyes, even Ivar’s were on you as they awaited your answer.
Ivar’s eyebrows raised as your cheeks flushed, a subtle smirk on his lips. He mouthed ‘answer her’ and pointed to the laptop.
“No honey, he is just my roommate. Boys and girls can be friends and not kiss and go on dates.” You plastered a smile on your face and willed the flush on your face to go away. “I will see you guys at 12:45!” You quickly ended the session and shut your laptop.
Ivar couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer. He legitimately was belly laughing which made you roll your eyes. “Shut it and give me my sandwich.” He slid the plate to you, but not before stealing a chip.
“Kids are hilarious.” He said as he cleaned up.
“Yeah,” You shook your head, “Sorry about that by the way. They really don’t know boundaries yet.”
“It didn’t bother me.” He shrugged, making your eyes widen. “What?” Ivar eyed your reaction, looking confused. “Y/N, this isn’t the first time someone’s thought we were together. Your students were just more vocal about it”
“Oh I mean, yeah you’re right. I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” You explained, suddenly feeling shy.
Ivar shook his head, “That would never make me feel uncomfortable.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze as he walked by, going back to his room. “We still watching Thor after you're done?”
“Of course.”
You had minutes left before your students were back on your screen and you needed to clear your mind of Ivar. Just two and a half hours and class would be over. Then it would be you and Ivar. Alone. Watching a movie. Together. Just the two of you.
Sighing, you clicked the button to begin the session again. Who knew a couple of questions from your students would send you into a spiral.
