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Pull the trigger III (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello❤️ this is the third part of pull the trigger! I’m glad you guys are liking it🥹 I hope you are patient because I said slowburn and it really is a slowburn😂 thank you so so much for reading and I hope you enjoy it🫶🏼

ps. I had it scheduled for 20.00 but Tumblr didn’t post it🥲 so sorry for the delay!

Warnings: another argument x2 (y/n is not ivar’s biggest fan), mention of possible SA...

Words: 3129

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You were never late. You always left home with enough time to get to class and sit on your favourite seat before anyone else entered the classroom. That gave you time to open your laptop, read some of the notes you had taken during the latest class -the ones that you always promised you'd read over the weekend but never did- and even reply to some texts before Alfred (and the rest of your classmates) arrived. But that day Astrid's girlfriend had spent the night, and as she was in her last year of the local cooking school and made the best breakfasts you had ever tried in your entire life, you were late.

Thank God you always showered before breakfast.

You met the Scandinavian History professor at the door. He looked at his watch and raised an eyebrow at you in disapproval, but after you shot him an apologetic smile, he gestured for you to enter the classroom before him. Muttering a thank you, you quickly entered, immediately scanning the room in search of your favourite seat.

Which was taken.

You glared at Alfred, who sat next to the girl that was now occupying your seat, and he shrugged with a pout. That day every single person enrolled in the course had decided to attend, of course.

You sighed in relief when you spotted an empty seat, but the sigh nearly turned into a whine when you saw who sat next to it.

As the professor seemed not to be in his best mood and as you considered it would be too impolite to leave the classroom when he had offered you to enter before him, you walked slowly to the empty seat, ignoring the people's stares and especially ignoring Ivar's little smirk when you sat down next to him.

The professor started talking, and you opened your laptop and pretended not to even know about his existence as he kept staring at you. Finally, you looked at him with your lips pressed together. His ocean eyes, framed by long, black eyelashes, seemed to mock you as you glared at him.

“What?" you whispered, narrowing your eyes at him. Ivar shrugged, and looked back to the blackboard, where the professor was writing some dates in silence.

You stared at him. He had his laptop opened, but he wrote on paper. Even if his handwriting wasn't the best, he wrote quickly as the professor spoke, Ivar's eyes never leaving the paper and he seemed to remember every single thing he was saying. He even added some things, and his concentration was hypnotising for you. As you always sat a few rows behind him, you never actually saw him in class, and thought he'd probably be scrolling down his phone or distracted on his laptop, like the majority of your classmates.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looking at you with an eyebrow raised. Fuck.

Quickly, you looked away, to your empty word file that you had opened to take some notes. Clearing your throat, you typed on your keyboard the dates and the names the professor was saying, even if you had missed some things, you'd just google it afterwards, as always.

You didn't need to look at Ivar to know he was smirking again. Clenching your jaw, you tried to ignore his mere presence while he kept writing down his notes, he seemed to go faster than you, which annoyed you to no end.

It was during the third time you were caught staring at him, after surrendering and accepting the fact that you weren't focused and it would be better to just wait and ask for Alfred's notes during lunch, when he finally parted his lips and whispered, so low that you were sure you were the only one hearing him:

“See anything you like?"

You pressed your lips together, not really understanding why you wanted to yell at him and his annoying smile so bad. Well, he's an asshole.

“No, thank you"

“Do you find me more interesting than the unification of Denmark by king Harald Blåtand?"

“No" you rolled your eyes, and Ivar chuckled.

“Seems like it" he shrugged “Are you trying to copy my notes then? If you ask me nicely, I might give them to you"

“I would never ask you for anything" you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to keep the volume down to avoid annoying your professor more than you had already done.

“Good, because with those manners, I wouldn't give it to you" he rolled his eyes “In any case, you look distracted" he looked briefly at your screen, a few words typed around the file you had opened with no connection or context whatsoever “And you got that date wrong, the one about the Jelling runestone... Are you thinking about going back to that idiot's bed so soon? Is that why you were late this morning?"

“Shut up" you glared at him “I woke up in my own bed, for your information, but that's none of your business" you moved your laptop away from him so he couldn't see the screen.

“I should have guessed that, you look too uptight to spend the night in someone else's bed" he shook his head, almost like he was disappointed, but the amusement in his blue eyes told you a different story.

“Excuse me?" you gasped, maybe a bit louder than you intended. Your reaction only seemed to amuse him even more, his eyes returned to his notes and he kept writing, almost like he forgot you as soon as he tore his eyes off of you.

When you looked away though, you were aware of the stern look the professor sent your way, so you had to swallow your anger and go back to your notes, typing the new words and dates that had appeared on the blackboard. Finally, the professor shook his head and sighed, continuing his explanation. You could feel Ivar chuckling next to you, but you kept your mouth shut and focused on ignoring him for the rest of the class. You knew that next time the professor would expel you from the classroom for disturbing him if he saw you distracted again. Not Ivar, though, he wouldn't even dream of scolding his favourite student, the brilliant Ivar Lothbrok.

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“He called me uptight, Alfred!" you scoffed, still very annoyed, as the two of you sat down on a lovely table next to a window inside your favourite café near university. It was a relaxing place, where you usually read or studied, or listened to your favourite playlist as you worked on some essays. Always accompanied by your favourite sandwich or a cinnamon roll and a cup of tea. That day, though, you weren't especially relaxed.

Alfred looked amused as you ranted about how much of an idiot that boy was.

“To be fair, Y/N, you're not too likely to spend the night in someone else's bed, especially Erik's... Why the hell did you even kiss him?"

“What's that supposed to mean?" you frowned, crossing your arms “And hey, I can hook up with whoever I want, Erik is not that bad!"

“It means" Alfred shot you his diplomatic smile, the one he always used when he was about to say something you wouldn't like but that you needed to hear and hoped you wouldn't hate him afterwards “That you are not the type of person that would sleep in a guy's bed when you have class the next day, and you definitely wouldn't stay until after he's awake" he shrugged “It's not inherently bad, it's just not you, especially if that guy can't maintain a proper conversation with you... Seriously, Erik?"

“What's so wrong about him?" you scoffed “Everyone rolls their eyes and shakes their head when I mention Thora shouldn't be fooling around with Hvitserk Lothbrok but I hook up with someone and suddenly they're not good enough?"

“It's not that" Alfred shook his head with a sympathetic smile “You never talk about him, not as much as you do when you actually have a crush on someone, and I've seen you talking to him, you look bored, you even yawned the last time!" he laughed “Besides, Erik doesn't have a good reputation, Hvitserk might be a jerk sometimes but at least there's no rumours of him taking advantage of drunk girls"

“Now who's being unfair?" you raised an eyebrow "I do find him interesting, he's very different from me, so we can learn a lot from each other" you shrugged "And, those are just rumours, there's also rumours about Hvitserk Lothbrok killing people and I don't see anyone freaking out"

Alfred shrugged again.

“All this 'opposites attract' thing is fine, Y/N, but you actually need some common ground for these things to work... And you have no common ground with Erik, you just have some free time and are scared of loneliness"

You gasped.

“Who asked you to psychoanalyse me?"

“I'm not..." Alfred sighed “I'm just saying that I don't think that guy is good for you, I care about you, you're my best friend and I want you to be happy and find someone, like I did" he smiled softly “But I guess, you need to make your own mistakes to keep learning"

“You sound like my grandfather" you rolled your eyes, not letting the conversation become too deep. The familiar itch in your throat and the burning of the tears in your eyes were too much to handle in public, especially in front of Alfred.

You noticed he stared at you for a couple of minutes after you ended the conversation and started scrolling down the digital menu before the waitress came to your table, with a smile on her lips.

Your eyes scanned the prices, biting down your lip. They had to raise the prices for the food, which you understood as it was a small, family-run business, but it was becoming more and more difficult for you to eat there and pay the bills every month.

Alfred looked at you again, and sensing your hesitation, he ordered your usual favourite before you could open your mouth. When the waitress left, you glared at him.

“My treat" he winked at you. He didn't add anything else, luckily, but you knew what he was thinking. You made a mental note to invite him to the cinema or something like that when you were able to pay for it.

“Thanks" your shy smile told him you weren't truly annoyed or angry at him.

“I could talk to Ubbe, maybe he could tell me when there's an open position and I could give him your CV. It's not your dream job, I know, but they pay very well and..."

“I'd rather starve" you replied, rolling your eyes. Alfred laughed then, assuming the defeat with a shrug.

“That pride of yours, Y/N, is your worst enemy"

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You snuggled in your couch with your laptop on your lap, your favourite sitcom playing in the background as white noise while you typed on your keyboard. A warm blanket kept you cosy and your eyes half closed while you researched some things for class. Thora was in his room, alone or with Hvitserk, you didn't really know because you arrived after her. Astrid was with her girlfriend and Ingrid texted you earlier telling you that she would be going on a date with a guy she met on Tinder and that she'd be back for dinner.

Even if you were trying your best to appear completely fine with the fact that you now practically spent your days all alone, looking for temporal jobs online that you could balance with your classes and not really knowing what to do with your future, so they would keep going with their lives without having to stop to check on you constantly, some days were harder than others.

That day, after the fight with Ivar Lothbrok and his bodyguard from the weekend and the little conversation you had with him in class, especially after having lunch with Alfred, who seemed to know what you were thinking and feeling all the time, you were particularly sensitive.

A part of you wanted to call Erik, knowing he'd come if you asked him, but he wouldn't offer comfort, just sex, and for that you already had your vibrator, which would probably offer you way better results.

And, to be honest, you weren't in the mood to deal with him.

The doorbell rang. You hesitated, thinking that as you weren't waiting for anyone, maybe if no one opened that door they'd leave. But you instantly regretted it, sighing before pausing the series, leaving your laptop on the couch and standing up, checking your reflection on the mirror next to the door before opening.

And your jaw dropped in disbelief when you found those eyes you were starting to hate looking at you.

“Hello" Ivar smiled mockingly at you, bowing his head softly and tilting his head.

After blinking a couple of times, you parted your lips and licked them before speaking.

“What are you doing here?" you blurted out, scoffing "How did you get our address?"

He laughed then, almost like you had said the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

“I came to collect my dear brother" he shrugged “Our mother asked me to, and I figured he'd be here, it's not the first time I've been forced to find out an address to take my brother away from a girl's bed"

“I don't know if Hvitserk is here" you crossed your arms, but a groan and a loud giggle coming from Thora's bedroom answered you.

Ivar raised an eyebrow at you and shrugged.

“I think that was a pretty good confirmation" he pushed the door open, and you had to step back into the flat again so you could put some distance between the two of you. Ivar entered the living room leaning on his crutch and closing the door behind him. You gasped in disbelief and turned to look at him.

“I didn't say you could wait inside"

“I invited myself" he shrugged, walking to the couch and sitting down, leaving a black backpack on the floor next to it “As you're being a terrible hostess"

“I'm not a hostess" you argued “This is my home, Lothbrok, I'm the boss here, not you, so drop the cockiness"

“Will you at least offer me a drink while I wait for my sex-addict brother?" he pouted, ignoring your words.

“No" you closed your laptop.

“I'm thirsty, I'd like a glass of water" he tilted his head, his wide eyes fixed on yours and a small smile curving his lips.

“Then you can get up and grab one yourself, I'm not your servant" you shot him a fake smile, immediately rolling your eyes. Ivar's smile faded. This time your smile was genuine, a strange feeling of triumph replacing your annoyance for a few seconds “You're not so brave and cool without your bodyguard, are you?"

“Whitehair is waiting for me in the car" he shrugged “I figured I'd leave him there as you two clearly don't get along"

“Nice, well, I'm not your lapdog and I will not wag my tail, bark and sit when you order me to, so don't treat me like it, you're in my house, here it doesn't matter how much money you have, or how dangerous and important you think you are"

Ivar looked a bit annoyed now, which he deserved, in your opinion, because he had been annoying you for the entire day.

“You're obsessed with my family's money" he rolled his eyes “Hvitserk told me you hated us for some reason"

“For many reasons" you rolled your eyes “I don't hate you, I'm just tired of everyone treating you like you're some kind of royalty around here, it's just... Indifference"

“I don't recall even talking to you before this weekend" he shrugged “And here you are, acting like I just killed your entire family and forced you to watch, I feel like this" he pointed first to you and then to himself “Is personal, love, almost like one of my brothers fucked you and then never called you back when they promised they would" he frowned “If that's what happened let me tell you, you're not the first nor the last one going through that, you'll get over it" he winked at you and you let out a forced laugh, shaking your head.

“As if I'd ever believe anything that came from you or anyone from your family"

“Trust me, we can be very convincing" his smirk, that smirk you hated with your entire being.

“You love to think you're the big bad guy that everyone is scared of, right?" you replied “It's ridiculous"

Ivar hummed, nodding before leaning on his crutch and standing up. You stepped back, suddenly a bit intimidated by him hovering over you, watching you like a hawk that is about to catch a squirming rabbit.

“I don't love to think it" he muttered “I am"

You rolled your eyes again and opened your mouth to reply when someone cleared their throat.

Hvitserk looked amused when you looked away from Ivar. Thora was beside him, her eyes widened and a confused expression on her face.

“I didn't think you'd actually come up here, brother" Hvitserk chuckled “At least you had time to get to know us a bit better, Y/N"

You stayed silent, because the only thing you had on your mind at that moment were insults.

“Hurry up, we're late" Ivar pushed his brother to the door, and only turned around to grab his backpack and open it, throwing a few paper sheets on your table “The notes I took during today's class" he pointed at you “i think you need them more than me" the smirk again, this time accompanied by a wink.

When the door closed behind them, Thora looked like she was about to burst out laughing and you were seeing red.

“Who does he think he is?" you whispered, glaring at the notes he just left on the table.

“I don't know Ivar that well, but Hvitserk said he'd like you"

“Oh, yes, he loves me" you rolled your eyes, sitting on the couch again, she sat next to you with a small smile on her lips.

“If we get married you'll be my maid of honour and Ivar would be Hvitserk's best man"

You turned your head with narrowed eyes.

“Are you getting married?"

Thora laughed, shaking her head.

“It was a joke, Y/N"

“Well, it's the unfunniest joke I've ever heard"

She kissed your cheek.

“I'll make dinner, should we watch Shrek?"

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