An Ivar x Ylva drabble, based on nr. 5 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: Nightmares, implied torture/assault, implied murder, implied sexual content
Nr. 5: Who usually has nightmares?
She’s screaming again, her arms flailing as she tries to squirm out of some invisible attacker’s grip. Ivar watches her face scrunch up in fear; he doesn’t know what to do. He tries reaching for Ylva but the second he touches her she screams even louder.
“No, let me go!” Ivar flinches back and he has to remind himself that it’s not really him Ylva is screaming at. She twists under the covers again and when she nearly falls out of bed Ivar grabs her out of instinct. His arms tighten around Ylva and he yanks her towards him in spite of the panicked noises.
“Please, no!” She wails while striking at his chest. Still, Ivar holds her as still as he can and nearly shouts her name.
“Ylva!” Her eyes fly open but she is still struggling against his grip. It takes Ylva another few seconds before she realizes where she is and with whom. Tears are still running down her cheeks as she looks up at him.
“Ivar…” He loosens his grip.
“You’re safe.” Ivar brushes a finger over the scar at her throat.
“He’s dead,” He says in a soothing tone then brings his finger to the bump on her collarbone “And so is he.” He pauses to wipe the tears from her cheeks. She looks as if she might break; her hair a messy halo and hands grasping at his shoulders.
“Tell me how to help.” Ivar asks softly. Ylva tugs at him, bringing him in for a kiss. Once they break apart she takes Ivar’s hands and guides them to the hem of her nightgown.
“Could you make me feel good again?” She croaks.