An Ivar x Ylva drabble, based on nr. 33 from the 50 otp things. I’m going to answer these one at a time, hopefully a couple of them every day, in the form of drabbles.
Warnings: Ivar is a grump (surprise!). Fluff. Like one curse word.
33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?
Ivar’s lips curl into a sneer as he studies the white and black t-shirt that Ylva’s just handed him.
“What the hell is this?” He mutters.
“It’s for you. And this-” She reaches into the box to pick up another t-shirt “-is for me!” She pulls out an identical t-shirt, except that hers says ‘not guilty’ rather than ‘sin’.
“I get the sin one?” Ivar asks indignantly.
“I’ll have you know that I was perfectly innocent until we met,” Ylva points at him accusingly “You corrupted me, sinner boy. Now put it on, let me see if it fits.” Ivar does as he’s told but not without giving up a series of grunts to show his annoyance at the whole situation.
“What do you think?” Ylva practically bounces on her heels as she speaks. Ivar tries lifting his arms, finding that the cotton fits so snugly that his movements are restricted.
“I think that you’re intentionally buying me clothes that are too small.” He says, glaring at Ylva as she approaches him. She gasps at his accusation, her hands already smoothing over his upper arms.
“I would never…!” Ivar shakes his head and pulls her closer.
“It would be a lot easier to believe you if you weren’t feeling me up right now, babe.”
