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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Vikings_(TV)
  Character:
      Ivar_(Vikings)
  Additional Tags:
      ivar_-_Freeform, Ivar_the_Boneless_-_Freeform, Vikings, y/n, Fanfic, Ivar
      Imagine, Vikings_Imagine, Ivar_x_Reader, imagine, Ivar_Ragnarsson_-
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      Published: 2017-03-22 Updated: 2017-03-28 Chapters: 5/? Words: 10005
****** Imagine being a slave to Ivar ******
by LordAvanti
Summary
     You are serving Ivar for a long time now and nothing really changed,
     you were terrified of him. That he prooves again during dinner when
     Sigurd challenged him. Because of that he want something else of you
     that night, something he never asked you before.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Being born in this world wasn’t something you decided, just as you didn’t
choose the place or status you were born in … in your case, as a slave in
Kattegat. Being the dreamy type you always had some adventures in you head
during your usual work. You thought how life would be if you could travel
around, you liked to go travelling. Sometimes you were a little jealous when
the raidingsparty from Björn departured. It would be amazing, seeing things in
the world other than Kattegat were you lived already your whole life. ‘Y/n!’
His voice was sharpe, demanding and you startled right awake out of your
daydreaming. You turned around, facing those hard bleu eyes of him. Yes, you
were his slave, a slave from a cripple and he treated you like his personal toy
or punshingbag. He showed you his empty cup and you rushed over with the ale,
pouring his cup full again. All that time he looked at you with his piercing
blue eyes. It didn’t only maked you uncomfortable, you were terrified of him.
Margrethe looked at you from the other side, with eyes full of compassion. The
other brothers always felt silent when Ivar demanded something from you. You
saw Ubbe look with some kind of caring in his eyes while Hvitserk chew on a
piece of bread. Sigurd was always angry so he looked at his brother with the
same hatered as usual. 'Don’t look at them.’ Ivar commanded. You looked down to
the ale in his cup and than towards him.
'Sorry Ivar.’ It wasn’t more than a whisper before you shuffled away. He was
very clear about you, nobody could have you, nobody could touch you and
centainly nobody could interfere with how he treated you.
‘Can you fill my cup to Y/n?’ Sigurd asked. Sigurd was the exception on that
part, he tried to push Ivar to the limits, tried convinsing you to step over
the boundary Ivar had made. You tried hard to keep your eyes at Ivar while he
was looking at his brother with so much heat you knew he would let his rage out
on you later. He killed a little boy when he was young, what should whole him
back of killing you in sush a mood.
‘My sons.’ Aslaug interrupted the moment by walking in. You looked up to the
woman who immidiatly saw the situation between Sigurd and Ivar.
‘Leave uss.’ She nodded towards you and Margrethe. She left, in a hurry but you
looked at Ivar, knowing he was the only one who could give sush a command. But
he nodded and you rushed after Margrethe.
She was kind of your best friend here, Margrethe and she always told you
everything. She even told you about what Ivar did to her. ‘You should be
carefull around him Y/n.’ She said soflty. Why it was you that was his slave
you had to thank to Ragnar, he gave you years ago, just before he dissapeared
and never came back.
‘It’s not like I have another choise Margrethe.’ You whispered, looking down to
your own chest were you rolled a strand of hair between your fingers.
‘You can go.’
‘He would take it out on you.’ You replied. He did it once already, because she
had his other brohers. And if you could, where would you go, all by yourself?
Margrethe folded her hands around yours and you looked up to her.
‘Just do what he wants and please be carefull.’ She smiled concerned. She
always cheered you up. You didn’t felt a stupid girl when she was around, you
were equals.
‘I lived for so many years with him already, I can handle a little bit more.’
You tried to see it positif. You saw Hvitserk walking out, looking at the both
of you and Margrethe jumped up.
‘Be carefull.’ She warned you again. You nodded and looked how she shy walked
over to Hvitserk. If only those brothers could see what you really are, but
know …you and Margrethe were just slaves, though she had more luck then you
had.
Ivar was still angry when you filled his bath that night. Despite the fact that
it was way to late for you to be still working … with him you were always as
alert and focussed as you could be. No mistakes or you would regret it. ‘Why
did you looked at my brothers?’ He asked, sitting straight in the bad. You
looked at the water that you poured in the bad.
‘Because they were looking at me.’
‘And why aren’t you looking at me now?’ He asked further. You jerked your head
around, immidiatly searching for his gaze and you found it. He was amused by
your fast reaction and splashed some water in to your face.
‘Is there something else you can properly do other than being a slave?’ He
asked you just when you walked away with the bucket. You frooze a little and
turned slowly around, reminding yourself to look at him once in a while.
‘It’s the only thing that matters.’ You answered carefully. He tilted his head
a little, looking at you with another kind of look and you swallowed slowly.
‘Did you never do something other than being a slave?’ Was this an
interrogation?
‘I’m only here to please you Ivar.’ You reacted out of instinct. He smiled, a
dark smile … in some way he could be verry attractive but it was the danger in
his mind that kept you as far away from him as possible.
‘Good, undress and get in the bad.’ He commanded you. You just stood there,
watching him hoping for a little joke to follow … but he wasn’t. He never asked
for something like this before, certainly not after what happened with
Margrethe.
‘Ivar.’
‘Y/n, you said it yourself, you are here to please me so,’ he pointed towards
the other side of the bad. ‘pleace me.’ He mocked. And he knew you never
answered back so he watched how you walked to the bad, somewhere not far from
him and looked down over your sloppy dress. You took a deep breath before
pushing the dress over your shoulders, leaving you completly naked before him.
He reached for your hand, pulling you a step closer. Your cheeks were burning
like hell but you looked down at him. He was admiring you, his fingertips
softly stroking the skin of your thights. You body reacted, spreading
goosebumps all over your arms. ‘Never thought you had a body like this.’ He
softly murmured. You wanted to say something like; maybe you should look
harder, but you didn’t. You closed your eyes when his fingertips stroke down
your leg. ‘Get in.’ And you did. The water was warm, welcomed you to sit down.
You pulled your legs up against your body, wrapping your hands around it, your
chin resting on your knees when you looked back at him. ‘Did Margrethe told you
that I can’t please a woman?’
‘No.’ But maybe you said it a little to fast after.
‘You’re lying. You think I don’t know you after all those years Y/n? Your weak,
you always will be.’ He said with a straight face.
‘I’m sorry Ivar.’
‘Did she told you?’ You nodded in a reply. ‘There are other ways to please me,
other than keeping me warm and filling my bad.’ He got further on the subject.
You knew where this was heading and you felt cold again.
‘You want me to,’
‘Come closer.’ He intterupted you. You looked a little scared maybe because he
narrowed his eyes a little. ‘I’m not gonna bite, yet. Aside for my mother you
are the one woman that is truly loyal to me.’ He explained. Was that something
that should comfort you? You tried to find some balance in the bath, the little
space and his cripple legs didn’t maked it much easier. But as soon you were in
his reach he wrapped his strong fingers around your throat and pulled you
closer, leaving you no choise than to put your hands on his bare chest. His
eyes looked like dacing blue fire and it didn’t really work out to get your
eyes away. You sad practicly on his lap, feeling his narrow legs underneath
you.
‘I would never do something to hurt you.’ You whispered. This was how Margrethe
must have felt when he was with her. His fingers got away from your neck,
playing with a strand of your hear. He was in thoughts for a moment, you didn’t
try to moved but when you shifted a little of your weight he looked up from
your hair again.
‘Good.’ He nodded slowly, getting his confident back, that cocky smile of his.
‘So please me.’ He commanded. You opened your mouth, what was he suggesting?
You looked over his body before you looked back at him.
‘I never,’ your words got lost in the way he guided your hand down over his
body. ‘If Margrethe couldn’t please you, why you think I can?’ You asked with a
tiny voice. He pulled his body a little up, facing you with just inches apart.
‘You know me better.’ He smiled dark.
‘What do you want me to do?’ You asked, obaying everything he asked. His hand
had led yours towards his crotch. You looked down for a moment.
‘Use that gorgeous body of yours to please me.’ He answered with no shame.
‘Something else?’
‘Stay afterwards.’ He followed. For a tiny moment you saw something different
in his eyes, something vulnerable. You never believed somebody could be only
bad … so you believed a little … believed that there underneath all that anger
and arrogance still was a little bit of love he could share with the word. But
his words keep repeating in your head, your weak … you always will be and he
hated you for that. He was using you … he always would.
***** Imagine being a slave to Ivar - II *****
Chapter Summary
     Ivar is acting distant and since two days he forces you to sleep
     aside him in the bed. The burden of his mood and silence start to
     push on you. Until you one day wake up to see Ragnar sitting on a
     chair … and he has a question for his youngest son.
Since two days he forced you to sleep every night aside him … you hardly slept.
Sometimes you layed awake for hours, listening to his steady breathes. And when
he came looking for you with his hand you tried to get as far away from it as
possible. Sometimes it worked, other times he waked and pulled you closer
again, so he could wrap his arm around you, resting his head against your arm
or chest. You thought you would get just to it but you didn’t. Every night
again you were afraid of what he would ask of you. Ivar had changed the last
two days, he kept you in that little cabin and you weren’t allowed to go out,
not even to follow him to the great hall for dinner. So half the day you did
hardly something, all that spare time you used to think of possible things he
could ask you, or forced you to do. But every time he came inside he said
hardly a thing, kept his distant and looked troubled. You didn’t know why. Were
you worried about him, no … maybe a little. He held his sarcastic comments for
himself and barly looked at you. It was kind of a relief but you also knew that
what he asked you, you had to do immidiatly. His mood, you didn’t challenged
it, you obayed. At some points he was better like this, he hardly asked
something and when he asked something it was all with that bottled up anger. So
you just were as quiet as he was and you runned for him if he asked something.
The only thing he asked was to sleep beside him, so you did. You didn’t dare to
ask wath was on his mind, you just leaved him be, for the sake of your own
life.
When you waked, you felt the heat of his body against your back. But that
wasn’t the only thing that really troubled you. There was a sent in the cabin,
the sent of sea air, salt, it was a distinct sent that wasn’t supposed to be
here. You layed quite the distant away from the sea, why was it like you just
laid aside it? You lifter your head, trying to get away from under Ivar his arm
when your noticed a movement. You turned your head over your shoulder and like
the little stupid girl Ivar thought you were you started yelling when you saw a
man sitting on a chair aside the door. Ivar was within seconds awake, grabbing
his axe and really … he pointed it at your throat. ‘Are you really that
stupid.’ He hissed. You saw him almost thinking about chopping your head of
with that thing. The cold blade leaved you no room to swallow.
‘Sorry, Ivar.’ You reacted scared. He groaned and pulled his axe away, turning
towards the man you were yelling about.
‘Father.’ He murmured. You watched to the man, Ragnar? You weren’t that good
awake to notice it immidiatly. The last time you saw him he gave you to Ivar.
His beard was twice that long, his eyes piercing yours.
‘Y/n?’ He smiled amused almost. You didn’t knew what to say, it was only after
you felt Ivar watching you that you reacted.
‘King Rangar.’ You nodded polite, looking at Ivar to get some further
instructions.
‘She is your wife now?’ He asked his son. You just could hold your jaw from
dropping down.
‘By all the gods no father, she just keeps me warm at night.’ The sarcastic
tone in his voice brought Ragnar his eyebrowns up, he looked back at you again.

‘I see.’ He reacted swiftly. You pulled your dress over your head and got as
fast out of that bed as you could.
‘Can I offer you something?’ You asked Ragnar, not that you had much here to
offer.
‘Keep your mouth shut Y/n. Father why are you here?’ He asked angry. It didn’t
take you long to paste the pieces together, his mood came from his father.
Ragnar must have been back for a couple of days now, that why he was all
bottled up in anger, crawling in his own thoughts.
‘I wanted to ask you something.’ Rangar began. Normally you would help Ivar get
dressed but his movements were so harsh and uncontrolled that you were a little
afraid for the effects of that. He didn’t commanded you to so you stayed put
aside the window.
‘Oh, and now you ask! After begging with my brothers you have no other choise
than ask a cripple.’ He spitted on the ground before his father. Ragnar was
rather amused by it, not intimidated by his youngest son.
‘You can’t see it like that.’
‘How do I have to see it than?’ Ivar asked, his lip a little curled in a mean
grinn.
‘You can go Y/n, it is best that your aren’t here for the consequences.’ Ragnar
smiled towards you. What was he going to ask? But as you just to you turned you
head towards Ivar and Rangar was quite impressed by the obedience you showed.
‘Go.’ He nodded towards the door, not even looking at you. You rushed out, ran
the way through the village until you found enough people around you to just
breath for a moment. You were out and you hoped you didn’t have to go in again
for a while.
Ragnar his arrival back at Kattegat changed quite a bit to be honest, more
restless. The dock laid full of ships, ready for departure. You found Margrethe
with some other girls and go stood beside her. ‘Y/n, I thought,’
‘I’m fine, what is happening?’ You asked while looking over all the vikings and
their ships.
‘Björn is leaving for a raid beyond Paris.’ She explained. You looked at queen
Aslaug who kissed her son on the forehead.
‘Hvitserk will go to?’ You asked softly, Margrethe nodded. You watched how the
boats slowly started to sail away, leaving a whole lot of woman and childeren
behind in Kattegat. When everybody returned to his work you and Margrethe kept
standing there, gazing at the horizon. ‘Why is Rangar back?’ You asked
carefully. Margrethe turned around and the both of you started walking, slower
that usual.
‘He wants to go to Engeland again, Ubbe told me.’ She said while watching Ubbe
who walked aside his mother, like the good son he was.
‘And they don’t want to?’
‘No, Ubbe and Sigurd want to stay here for queen Aslaug and Hvitserk promised
his brother already to sail to Paris. So that only leaves Ivar,’ her voice
fadded and she looked at you with concerned eyes.
‘I hope he would.’ You whispered. All those years Ivar imprisoned you. It
wasn’t always that bad but you were just a toy to him. The tense you had felt
past days and weeks started to burden you heavily. So he going on a raid with
his father wouldn’t be a bad thing.
‘Is it that bad?’
‘No,’ You began, sighed a little before continuing. ‘last couple of days were
just so unpredictable and I’m just so tired.’ You closed your eyes trying to
get some peace in to your head.
‘I pray for you Y/n.’
And Margrethe her prayers helped. ‘I’m leaving with my father.’ He announched
the next morning. You looked away from the window, turning your body towards
Ivar who sat on the egde of the bed, pulling his legs together with a belt.
‘When do you leave?’ You asked softly, not intending to do harm with those
words but clearly Ivar thought different of that.
‘Is that the only thing you have to say about it?’
‘I thought it would be,’
‘I thought about taking you with me but on the other hand you just can stay
here keeping an eye on my brothers and mother.’ He intterupted you. Why did you
need to do that? It was clearly visable on your face because he asked you with
a finger to come closer. You swallowed and walked over to him, he pulled you
beside him on the bed, his fingers wrapped around you elbow just hard enough it
felt uncomfortable. ‘I will leave for some time, maybe I don’t come back. Until
somebody says otherwise you stay here. You are still my slave, same rules.’ He
made the situation clear, you noded without looking at him, you looked towards
your hand who layed in your lap. He laid his fingers under your chin and pulled
your head around so you had to face him. ‘Understand?’
‘Yes Ivar, I won’t go away.’ You promised him. He studied your face a smiled a
little arrogant, pulling your face towards him and placing his lips against
yours, pushing his tongue in between, taking dominance like always. When he
pulled back you were a little dazzled, rested your forehead against his
shoulder.
‘Maybe I will miss you.’ He thought out loud. You slowly looked up to him, in
to the blue eyes who could be so wonderfull if he wasn’t angry all the time.
‘Be carefull Ivar.’ You whispered, trying to smile a little before you got back
up. Would you miss him …
That feeling came as you saw the boats laying while a bunch of men putted some
food on board. Ragnar had gattered men who weren’t really fit for battle
anymore, but he took them with him, because he had nobody else. You stood aside
Margrethe and Ubbe, Aslaug aside him when Ivar came, on crutches. He could
hardly hold his body up but he did, placing the one before the other. Offcourse
it went wrong where everybody could see it. You felt compassion in that moment
when he fell on the ground. You wanted to help but you saw that Aslaug held
Ubbe back and Margrethe did the same with you. You closed your eyes, not
wanting the see Ivar suffer under his own disability. He crawled further, eyes
as tempered as the sea, confident so strong as always. You changed looks with
him, you were the only one he looked at before he turned to his father. There
was some weird knot in your stomach, bad feeling.
‘Come back home.’ You hardly whispered out loud for yourself to hear. And while
they sailed away you looked at his boat until it was to small to recognized and
they dissapeared on the horizon. Yes, you would miss him.
***** Imagine being a slave to Ivar - III *****
Chapter Summary
     With Ivar away you aren’t sure what to do, certainly when queen
     Aslaug dreams about his dead. So you start serving her, what brings
     you one night verry close to Ubbe. But when you wake up that morning
     and see Ubbe not for days you start to worry, especially when
     Lagertha arrived, claiming back her throne.
You worked for Aslaug now ans she treated you a little better than Ivar did …
but she wasn’t very friendly either, bossing you around. You slept there now
and one night you waked from her cries. Not knowing what to do you stood up,
walking over to the room only to see her sitting up in the bed. ‘Queen Aslaug.’
You called out, carefull.
‘I warned him and now he’s dead.’
‘Who?’ You asked softly.
‘My son, Ivar.’ It was hardly a whisper you could hear but the name hitted you
in a weird way. Aslaug told you to leave so you did. But that whole night you
lay awake, thinking of how he could die and if it would have been painless.
Despite his arrogance an ruthless behavior, it had a cause and the last thing
you wanted him to feel before he died was pain … he suffered already enough
pain in his life. On that moment you realized it, you always cared for him,
despite the fear you felt … you cared and now he was dead.
In the days and weeks that followed you didn’t really know what to do. You
still served the queen but she lived a little on her own, grieving about the
loss of her son. It was a little strange, but that news brought a connection
between the two of you. Being the only two woman who cared for Ivar, never
treated him wrong and been there for him was a bit of a consolation for each
other. His dead brought possibilities with it for you … you were free now. You
were free from his rain of terror and anger. You thought it would felt as a
relive, but it didn’t really. 'Join us Y/n.’ Ubbe called out. You looked up
from the ale you were serving around towards the eldest son of Ragnar.
Margrethe sat beside him, with a cup of ale, enjoying her slave life with him.
You were never really jealous about it but it would have been nice to relax
sometimes.
'I’m not sure,’
'Ivar isn’t around, he probably won’t come back.’ He itterupted you. If Ivar
was dead … you could, right? But if he wasn’t, and he would come back, hearing
about how you had a great time without him, the thoughts maked you shiver. Ubbe
stood up, pored a cup ale and gave it to you before he leaded you to the table.
'Sit, relax, enjoy.’ He smilled. Margrethe encouraged his words by briging up
her cup before drinking with a smile. You sat down on the other side of Ubbe,
Sigurd watching you from his side. You only looked in the cup, a little
stressed out about this weird situation.
'Drink.’ Sigurd said grinning. You looked to him and then back to the ale. You
brought it to you lips and started to drink. It wasn’t your first time but you
didn’t drank it often either. You started to relax a little, following the
conversation in silence while Ubbe poured you cup over and over again.
'I will be drunk.’ You giggled after a hour of so. Ubbe looked at you, his eyes
gazing over your body and you even didn’t blush as an reaction.
'You are Y/n.’
'No, I’m not.’ You protested, already laughing again. Yes you were drunk but it
didn’t matter. You lost your true task a little in the ale you ha. It felt
nice, you forgot Ivar, you forgot the fact you were a slave, you felt like you
could dance on the table.
Ubbe insisted on getting you home safly, his arm wrapped around you middle
because you didn’t walked that good anymore. And that hand on you waist was
kind of a good feeling. 'Did Ivar ever forced himself on you?’ Ubbe asked when
the both of you arrived at the little cabin you and Ivar always stayed.
'No.’ You answered, not really knowing were this conversation was heading. Ubbe
reacted a little surpriced on that. 'He wasn’t always bad.’ You murmured into
you own thoughts.
'Y/n, he used you as his personal pet. When was the last time you relaxed,
enjoyed something?’
'This evening?’ You answered with a tiny voice. You pushed the door open and
walked in on your own. Thinking that Ubbe would leave, he didn’t.
'You shouldn’t be locked up like this, you’re way to kind and gorgeous for
that.’ He whispered almost, walking over to you, eyes fading down over your
body.
'I’m a slave.’
'Margrethe is to, and she has fun.’ You felt his hands on you waist pulling you
closer. You pressed your hands against his chest, looking up in his eyes, he
looked a lot like the Ragnar you could remeber from when you first met him.
'Let me show you Y/n.’ He said, a finger stroking down your jawline, leaving
goosebumbs all over your body. Had he maked you drunk only to do this? Your
thoughts came so far behind that there wasn’t really something you could say.
So he lifted you head a little, placing his lips against yours. You never been
kissed like this, so tender en secure. It pushed the warmth through your body
while it relaxed in his grip. His hand moved from you waist to the small of
your back, while his kiss grew more intense. Your fingers gripped his clothes
into a fist, pressing your body more against his. When he let go of your lips
you felt them travel down over your neck. You wrapped an arm over his shoulders
and he lifted you up, feet wrapping around his middle. Actually you should
protest against it, if Ivar would storm in right now you were both dead. But
the ale, the feeling, it took you down with him. Ubbe was so different, so
gently and rough somewhere along the time. He leaded you to the bed, almost
softly laid you down on your back, his head hovering before yours for a moment.
His hand followed the skin of your legs up, underneath your dress to you
thights. You tensed when you felt him there but relaxed as he kisses you again.
The joy turned in longing and derise.
'Ubbe, I never,’
'I know.’ He whispered against your colorbone. He was so gently the first few
times before he gave you a little of that viking power, filling you with warmth
and lust while you moaned his name into the night.
When you waked up that next day he wasn’t there. You body felt tired, hurted
even a little but you got out bed and maked yourself ready to serve Queen
Aslaug. You didn’t saw Ubbe, or Sigurd, or Margrethe and when you asked Aslaug
about is she said they were probably hunting. Margrethe hunting? You didn’t
asked questions about it further until they still weren’t home the next
morning. You became a little restless, passing around in the great hall between
your tasks in. You looked out every time just to be sure you didn’t miss
something.
'Come join me y/n.’ Queen Aslaug pointed a chair. You looked at the seat not
sure what to do. After a second of thinking you pleased her by sitting down,
she smiled and offered you some food. 'You grew very fond of my sons.’ She
began a conversation and what kind of one. Your cheeks turned red and you
looked into your own lap. 'It isn’t your fault that you couldn’t resist Ubbe,
he knows what he is doing.’ She got further on the subject. Offcourse he knew
what he was doing, you still felt all places he toutched you … in and outside.
You never felt like you felt that night, so free, so much joy and satisfaction.
But than you thought of Ivar and all that freedom and joy slowly fell.
‘It felt like I have betrayed him.’ You said softly, didn’t dare to look up to
her. It took a while but after that you felt her hand covering yours and you
looked up to her.
‘You served him well. Just as you will serve me well now.’ And she smiled, a
reassuring smile even. You knew she hadn’t had a daugher, it were always sons
so maybe she enjoyed it a little, at least, that was what you thought of that
look she gave you. Noices outside pulled both your attention away from each
other. Aslaugh frowned, waiting for a explanation from one of her men and that
came soon after. The man walked in, panted a little before he bow down.
‘We are under attack.’ He announched. You jerked your head towards Aslaug to
see her reaction and it was weird … like she saw this coming, could she dreamed
about it?
‘By who?’ She asked.
‘Lagertha.’ He answered. You knew the stories about Lagertha, she was the first
wife of Ragnar, it was told that Aslaug bewitched him and took away her home,
her happiness, her life. Aslaug nodded and the man left in a hurry. She stared
at the closed door and you didn’t knew what to say.
‘Queen Aslaug?’ You asked a little scared by the growing noice around this
great hall.
‘Will you make me ready y/n?’
‘Offcourse.’ You nodded, following her back to her room. She putted on a dress,
a beautifull dress with an equally suited cloak. You putted down a jewel over
her head, coving her forehead before she took the sword and walked to the the
door. You wanted to ask what she was planning but in some way it didn’t worked
… the asking. So you followed her outside, looked how she faced Lagertha like a
queen. You admired her, the words she spoke, the confident in her posture. And
when she trew away the sword you knew what she was doing.
‘I want safe passage.’ She asked Lagertha. She spoke of her sons … who were
nowhere to be found.
‘I understand.’ Lagertha nodded, stepping aside to let the queen pass. She was
leaving? What did you have to do then? You couldn’t serve Ubbe? Or Lagertha …
the thought of serving the woman who took over Kattegat gave you shiverings.
Aslaug walked away and you walked between the people with her. Why was she so
sure about this? That she could walk away unharmed? You looked around, facing
Lagertha who pulled her string, aiming towards Aslaug.
‘Queen Aslaug!’ You warned her, running out of the crown towards her, blocking
her way from Lagertha. The hit was so hard you felt down in an instant. The
pain … it was like your body was burning while you felt the blood slip out of
the wound in your shoulder. You looked up to the queen who sunk on her knees
to, alone … she didn’t make it, you on the other hand, you weren’t sure if you
wanted to live further so you closed your eyes and drifted away.
It was like walking between dreams, the one moment you felt alive, you opened
you eyes only to see some very disturbing things. You saw the seer, covered in
blood, you saw snakes in a pit, you saw a boat sunk in the ocean. You saw a
chestpiece, horses running, some grey beared king. But you never saw some real
things, you kept floating. There was on moment you actually heared something
while all the rest was just black. ‘The wound isn’t that bad but she got a
infection on it, a fever. She talks much because of it. She has to break the
fever before she will wake up again.’ Some voice said in the distant. You
didn’t recognized it.
‘But she saved my mother?’ Was it Ubbe? It sounded like Ubbe at least.
‘Yes, she saved your mother.’
‘Ivar is going to kill us if he comes back.’ Ubbe said.
‘Ivar is dead brother.’ The other one replied, must be Sigurd. You wanted to
strecht out you arm towards him, yell, say something but your body just laid
still, not been able to move or talk. So it took you deeper again, playing that
moment again and again and again. You covered Aslaug with a instinct, you
didn’t wanted her to die but she did and for you it was almost the same faith.
How long had past you didn’t knew, but when you opened your eyes you saw some
blue ones staring back at you. Were you dreaming? You closed them again, only
to check if the darkness would pull you under again but it didn’t. You opened
them again, looked to those bleu ones. You saw a lot of things but you
recognized the anger, the deep anger as first. You also saw sadness and
concern. It took you a while to wrap your head around it, was he really back?
‘Ivar?’ You pressed out with a soft voice. He titlted his head, the corner of
his mouth when a little up. ‘You are alive?’ Stunned wasn’t actuacly the word
but yes you were surpriced, you really thought he died.
‘You barely. Next time you want to be the hero let me be a witness than.’ The
usual sarcastic tone was there but softer, almost friendly. You must think
about his mother, who got hit to.
‘Is she dead?’ You barely dared to ask. Usual he would have a snappy comment on
it but now, he laid his hand on your hair, nodding slowly.
‘But you saved her. You saved her even when my brothers couldn’t,’ he felt
silence, pressing his lips on your forehead. And it felt so different, maybe it
was one of your hallucinations again but why did it felt so real then? ‘I will
never forget that.’ He whispered against your skin. He stroke your hair a
little, pulling back so he could look into your eyes.
‘I missed you.’ You whispered, a tear welling up in the corner of your eye.
‘I missed you to y/n, now rest.’ He said before loosing all contact with you.
You saw his troubled look for a moment while he pulled himself from the bed you
laid in. Why was he troubled? Why was he so conflicted all the time? You wanted
to ask, call him back but the lingering touch from his lips on your forehead
pulled your back to sleep again.
***** Imagine being a slave to Ivar - IV *****
Chapter Summary
     Ivar changed since he came back from his journey, since he lost his
     parents, since you got wounded trying to protect his mother. He cares
     a little more, hardly enough to call it a big change. But it’s
     something. But than he finds out about you and Ubbe and like usual he
     loves to make a point.
His mother died … his father died and he wanted to revenge both of their deads.
It maked him more angry and frustrated that he usual was but he didn’t reacted
it out on you. After days lying in bed you felt good enough to get up after a
week. You shoved the fabric from your dress over your shoulder and looked down
to the wound you had. You couldn’t really call that a battlewound but it would
leave a mark, a mark that you could tell your childeren about … if you would
have some in the future. When your fingertips scanned the wound you flinched a
little by the pain it still brought. As soon as Ivar crawled in you pulled your
dress back over your shoulder, trying not to get his attention while you got up
to wash some clothes. ‘Where are you going?’ He asked immidiatly. You sighed in
thoughts, turned around, hardly wanted to look at him. Ever since that moment
you waked up and gazed in his bleu eyes something changed. He asked more of
your attention, in the good and bad way. He was carefull but his sarcasme about
you being utterly stupid still stayed. But the way he said it … that changed.
It was like he didn’t mean it like he just to, it was like, he saw you more
like an equal? If you had know that you would risk your life a little sooner.
Still, his dominance had still impact on you, afraid but carefully curious,
that was your current mood around him.
'Washing?’ You answered, holding up a basket with clothes, his clothes.
'Sit down.’ He pointed towards the place that you earlier sat.
'Ivar, I really need to,’
'It’s not because I was away and you took an arrow for my mother that you can
think to talk back to me. Sit!’ He intterupted you. You nodded fast, placing
the basket by the door and walking back to the bed, sitting on the egde. He
pulled his body up next to you and you looked at him in an uncertain way. His
eyes went to your shoulder, shoving that little bit of fabric away until he
could see the wound you had. 'Does it hurt?’
'What do you think?’ You asked him back, he gave you a warning glance, pressing
his finger against the wound a little. 'Auuwh.’ You reacted angry, he chuckled.

'It still hurts.’ He concluded. His finger stroked softly around the wound,
leaving you with a little shiver down your spine. It was something that he like
to do, looking at that wound, like it gave him some kind of goal for his
future. His finger wandered down a little, pushing more of your dress down to
just right above your breast. And you thought of Ubbe … he had touched you in
so many ways that Ivar his touch remind you of that night. In a split second
you looked at him, only to see that darkness in his eyes. 'You can go.’ He
finally said. You jumped up, pulled your dress good and took your basket again.
When you looked at him you saw him staring in thought to you. He knew … he knew
what you and Ubbe had shared.
And that day came sooner than you liked when you stood aside Margrethe, serving
three of the boys. It was weird, not dining in the great hall as usual. Now you
were in their place, bringing around food and ale. 'You had enough with one
woman so you thought to steal mine to?’ Ivar asked Ubbed. Sigurd his eyes
widened and he looked over his shoulder to you.
'Did you,’ he looked back to his brother, laughing about it. You only could
look down, your cheeks already flaming with heath by the thought of where this
conversation was going.
'You were dead.’ Ubbe said nonchalant, drinking from his cup, keeping an close
eye to his little brother. Ivar pushed his knife in the wood of the table.
'I’m not so dead, am I.’
'Mother said so.’
'Mother is the one dead now, thanks to you.’ Ivar started arguing. You
carefully looked aside to Margrethe who swallowed tensed. Ivar making a scene
was worse than Ivar proving himself.
'Don’t talk about mother.’ Ubbe intterupted him. Ivar grabbed his cup and held
it up to you without even looking, you runned over and poured it full. You
wanted to leave but he grabbed you by the waist, keeping you right aside him.
'How was she? Good, willingly?’
'Drunk, I was drunk.’ You whispered in your own defens.
'So you admit to it?’ He asked you rather harsh, his fingers creeping on the
back of your knees underneath your dress, slowly moving up. You squeezed your
thights together and looked to Ubbe for help.
'It wasn’t her fault Ivar.’ He defensed you.
'No, she is to stupid for that.’ It was like they were talking without you in
the room. Like you weren’t there.
'She is naive , not stupid.’
'Can I go?’ You asked softly. His fingers held still and he looked up to you.
‘No.’ He simply said. Sigurd and Ubbe changed looks with each other in that
moment, making Ivar probarbly more angry than he already was. ‘I told you Y/n,’

‘I know Ivar but your mother had a dream about you dying and I was upset.’ You
rattled fast. His eyes changed a little and he pulled his hand back, nodding
you to go. You breathed out in relief and got as fast as possible back to
Margrethe.
‘So if you can have my woman, I can have yours?’ Ivar asked, looking aside
towards Margrethe.
‘You had her already.’ Sigurd backed his brother up. Ivar moved his lower jaw,
trying to keep his temper while he looked towards his brother.
‘Did I ask you something brother?’ He hissed. One voice shouted that you got to
get away, the other said that you had to take a little control of the
situation. Ivar changed a little, he was more willingly to listen to you, he
cared maybe a little more.
‘I’m sick of it that people always have to dance to your expectations. Mother
is dead, Ubbe slept with your slave, deal with, don’t treat her or us any
different about it.’ Sigurd spitted out.
‘He doesn’t treat me differently.’ You reacted in first instinct, which maked
you side with Ivar and that was a very dangerous and exciting thing to do.
‘Don’t talk.’ Ubbe advised you with a concerned look.
‘No, let her talk.’ Ivar shouted out, pointing his knife towards his brother.
Not that you had much more to say but they all stared at you so you had to. But
you couldn’t find the words so you looked to the ground, intensly trying to
find some. ‘Go home Y/n.’ Ivar commanded, his voice didn’t sound so commanding
like it just to. You looked up to him and he gave you a slow nod, was he
thanking you? Keeping you away for what could follow? What does this mean? But
you didn’t asked questions, you just walked out, leaving Margrethe alone in
what had to come.
You really couldn’t sleep, you gazed in the darkness waiting for Ivar to crawl
in. It was hours now and he didn’t came to the cabin. After another hour you
stood up, got a cloak over your dress and walked out searching for him. The
first place you looked was his brothers house but he wasn’t there, you only saw
Sigurd sleeping. So you walked to the beach, knowing that he stared to the
horizon sometimes. And it was exacly what you found, Ivar sitting in the sand
and starring. ‘Ivar?’ You asked carefull. Where you used to get away from him
every moment you had, you now seeks his company. He looked up a little
surpriced before his eyes grew distant again.
‘What are you doing here Y/n?’ He asked you back, bored.
‘I was worried.’
‘You never been worried before.’ He murmured without looking back at you. You
stood beside him before you desiced to sit down, wrapping your hands around
your knees.
‘More than you think. I am maybe scared and stupid but I care sometimes to.’
You replied softly, looking at him. Something in his eyes flinched a little but
he didn’t look back at you. ‘I’m sorry for what I did. If I had knew that you
were still alive I would never,’ your voice fadded away on the light brease
there was. You thought of that night with Ubbe while you looked to the waves
hitting rolling over the sand.
‘You still think to much of him.’ He reacted, looking at you. You flattened
your face and looked back at him, how could he see that? ‘I hate it when you
think of my brothers like that.’ He whispered with that slightly warning tone
in his voice.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘You need to forget him, I’m back, you’re mine.’ He persisted. You swallowed,
nodding fastly but it wasn’t enough for him. ‘Did you enjoyed it?’ He asked,
leaning in closer to, his fingertips on your colorbone again so he could see
that wound again.
‘No.’
‘Liar.’ He hissed low.
‘Yes, Ivar, I liked it.’ You reacted despared. He pushed you back in the sand,
hovering a little over you while his dark blue eyes studies your face. ‘I’m
sorry, I don’t know what I have to say or do to convince you of that.’
‘I need you to forget him, I will let you forget him.’ His hand sliding
underneath your clothes, fingers roaming your stomach, the curves of you
breasts. You took a deep breath, looking back at him while you felt that
certain warmth getting through your body again. ‘Did you forgot him already?’
He asked. You slowly shook your head … not sure why you did it, because it was
the truth or because you didn’t want him to stop. His grinn darkened a little
while he laid his hand around one of your breasts, giving it a squeeze. He was
taunting you, a weird sweet expectation spreading through your body. You felt
his warm breath against your ear, while he kissed your neck, giving it a sharp
bite. You gasped out of reaction and he chuckled about it, moving his lips
further while his hands traveled down over your stomach towards your tights.
The longing you felt wasn’t the same as with Ubbe. He was direct, didn’t taunt
you like Ivar did and you had no idea what was sweeter. You squeezed your legs
strong together and he only amused himself about it. ‘Come on now Y/n, I know
you want to.’ He murmured throught kissed througt. You didn’t give in so he
surpriced you by placing his lips on your, forcing you to let your breath go in
that kiss. You hand grabbed to his hair, trying to hold on but at the end … you
felt your legs weaken under the desire and he smiled into the kiss, his hand
covering up your female part.
‘Ivar.’ You breathed out, almost asking for more.
‘Did you forgot him already.’
‘If you keep asking me that,’
‘Simple yes or no Y/n.’ He interupted you.
‘No.’ You whispered, curving your body up to his, meeting the touch of his
hand. Your body burned, why wasn’t it like this with Ubbe?
‘You are mine.’
‘Yes I’m yours.’ You said hastly, a little moan escaped your lips when he
rubbed his hand a little faster. You maked a fist with his clothes and looked
for a kiss again. And than all of the sudden he pulled back. No touch, no
sensation … he left you with all that burning desire for him.
‘That’s your punishment, maybe next time I will please you with something
more.’ He teased. You just laided there, still wanting all of him and not
getting it.
‘Ivar please.’ You begged.
‘I like to hear you begging.’ He reacted, placing his lips on yours, squeezing
your throat right on it’s place so you couldn’t ask for more.
‘Please.’ You asked again. He pulled back and smiled down at you.
‘No, go sleep.’ He commanded. He rolled away, sitting up again, looking at the
waves like nothing happened in the first place. So you stood up, the heat that
burned your body hardly been able to hold your body up when you tried to walk
away. ‘You forgot him right?’ He asked. You turned around, looking at the smug
grinn on his face. For a moment you wanted to slap it away.
‘Yes.’
‘Imagine that this was barly half of what I can do to you.’ He pointed to the
sand beside him. You looked at the flattened place and walked further. The
whole way back you could think of nothing else than his touch, his fingers over
your body, his kiss. This was indeed the biggest punishment he could give you.
***** Imagine being a slave to Ivar - V *****
Chapter Summary
     Your first journey to England. Ivar took you with him to avange the
     dead of his father with the great heathen army. But you are afraid,
     the feelings he putted there maked you that … afraid to lose him.
     What if he never came back? What if you never would feel his touth
     again?
‘Why are you taking her?’ Sigurd asked before all eyes of the brotherhood
turned your way. You just sat there in the corner of that boat, silent, hoping
they wouldn’t notice you. But is was typical something for Sigurd to do,
taunting his brother. You just looked to the ground, ignoring all those stares
towards you while you waited on an answer from Ivar.
‘Because I can take her if I want to.’ Also typical. Since he left you with
that desire he really didn’t got back on you about it. He still commanded you
around, treating you like a stupid slave or something, but you knew better.
Everything between the two of you changed from the moment that you saved his
mother. Despite the fact she died anyway he was a little thankfull, saw the
potential in you to be more than just a slave. So … he took you with him to
England, to avenge the dead of his father. It was your first time on a boat,
the first time you got away from Kattegat and it was quite exciting. It was
your task to support Ivar, to give him everything he wanted, to do everything
he asked. Making him ready for battle was something else than making him ready
for just another day in Kattegat. And that whole feeling, him close by, still
having that longing to feel again like on the beach and the fact that this was
your first real travel, it gave you a weird mix in feelings. When you looked up
you saw his bleu eyes gazing back to you. You lifted the corner of your mouth a
little and he replied with the same promesing grinn causing the knot in you
stomach tying a little.
You stood aside his horse, checking the last of his tack before you looked down
to the sand you were standing on. This was a whole different beach but it gave
you the same memories, him roaming his fingers over every inch of your body.
'What are you thinking of?’ You jerked your head around and looked to Ivar who
sat in his chariot, one eyebrow cocked up, amused. He knew exacly what you were
thinking of but despite that, your cheeks turned red and you looked to his
horse again.
'Nothing.’ You murmured.
'Y/n.’ His voice grew more demaning, forcing you to look back towards him. He
had a lot of fun with the uncertain part of you, swinging your feelings forth
and back like it was some kind of toy. The one moment you wanted him and the
next fear for him hitted you. He gestured with his finger that you had to come
to his chariot. You swallowed, petting his white horse before you walked over
to the chariot, he was already leaning over the egde when you arrived. His
fingers took a soft grip on your throat, forcing you to go a little closer. You
took a deep breath and looked up in those disturbing bleu eyes of him. 'Your a
bad liar and I hate liars, so,’ he felt silent, his lip curled a little of so
you saw his teeth for a short moment.
'I’m sorry.’
'Give an honest answer now.’ He said, his fingers lingering your throat. It
felt like he captured you, like he was planning on squeezing you to dead, but
it had also something desirable. The mix of the danger and the wanting mixed in
your stomach, left you uncertain in this moment.
'I was thinking of you and what you did with me.’ You whispered, looking down.
He pushed his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look up to him again.
'Good, precisely what I wanted to hear.’ He reacted satisfied.
'Why did you bring me here Ivar?’ You asked him softly. It cracked his mood
right open, pulling his hand away from your throat, getting all nonchalant
again.
'Because I can and maybe I need you.’ He answered, not with much of emotion. He
needed you? You opened your mouth looking at him trying to get some words out
but he was faster. 'Get in.’ He nodded to his chariot, sitting straight again
while he was taking his reins.
'I walk.’ You pointed to his horse.
'Get in, no arguiing.’ He hissed. Your body reacted immidiatly, jumping in his
chariot before he would lose all of his patience. He turned his upper body a
little. 'See, not that hard.’ He smiled. You rolled your eyes when he couldn’t
see it and looked to all those slaves and soldiers who had to walk while you
had the privelage to get a ride from the great Ivar the Boneless, does that
meant he really cared a little about you, or what it just his way of making a
statement of power, that everybody had to do his bidding.
You grew more restless every day. They were going to face king Aella, what
meant he was going into battle and just like the last time he left you felt
uncertain about it. What if he died this time for real? You were up way to
early, it was still dark when you tried to do something usefull, like prepping
his armor. 'Y/n.’ He reacted moody on the noice you maked with his armor, and
you were already zo quiet.
'Sorry, didn’t wanted to wake you up.’ You appologized immidiatly, wanting to
take everything outside so he could sleep a little more.
'Wait,’ he stopped you, pushing his body a little up on his elbows. In the dark
you only saw his sillouet, a dark sillouet you started to recognize everywhere.
'Why are you up so early?’
'Couldn’t sleep.’ You answered, making your way out.
'Come back.’ His command was a little softer than you expected. You stood still
in the opening of the tent and looked over your shoulder his way.
'You should take some more rest Ivar.’
'Really, I have to do something to that disobedience.’ He said on a airy tone,
a slight warning underneath. You nodded and walked back in, laying his armor on
the ground before you walked over to him. He petted the egde of the bed and you
sat down. His bleu eyes had a certain blackness now, making him more
frightening than he already was. 'What is it?’ He asked again. Normally he
really didn’t care about your feelings or thoughts but now it was different. He
didn’t asked it because he wanted to please you, like showing that he cared
despite he didn’t, this was real. You looked down to your own hands.
'I’m scared, for that battle, for,’ you fell silent.
'For?’ He asked softly, his breath sliding over your shoulder giving you a
shivering.
'losing you.’ You answered. It was still, not a moment, a very long moment and
when you slowly looked up he was gazing to his armor.
'It’s not my time, the gods still have great plans for me after this.’ He
finally said, looking back at you. His eyes traveled over your body, you felt
his eyes almost burning on every spot he looked at.'It’s nice that someone
cares about me for a change.’ His whole mood changed with those words. The
little concern you spotted before was gone and his eyes hold another kind of
emotion, distant again.
'I always cared about you.’ You protested slowly. Maybe you didn’t realize that
from the beginning but it was true, you always had cared for him, even on the
moments you were the most afraid of him.
'Maybe I need to reward you for that, in case I don’t come back tomorrow.’ He
suggested. You looked at him, opening your mouth to say something but his was
already covering it, pulling you in that deep kiss where a supricing soft moan
left you lips in reaction. If he was playing you again you would hate him for
it, but as long as he was this close you really didn’t care. You willingly
followed the pressure of his hands, leading you over his lap with your back
aside him in the bed. Something changed in this, it was like he didn’t only
wanted to prove you what he could do with you but he also enjoyed it himself.
He pulled your dress from your body, his hand roaming your skin. 'By the gods,
I love this body.’ He breathed against your stomach, leaving those wet kisses
all over you. Your breating fastened, your body curving towards his hands, only
wanting more. 'Will you miss me?’ He asked, kissing the top of your breast,
forcing you to inhale a new breath.
'Yes.’
'Is that the truth? Because if you’re lying again,’ he didn’t finished his
sentece but pulled his lips and hands away from your body.
'It’s the truth, Ivar please,’ You begged. That cocky grin on his lips, because
you were begging again.
'Again.’ He whispered, his lips against your throat, biting your colorbone
while his fingers rubbed that place again.
'Please, I will do anything you want.’ You said between heavy breaths through.
'You already doing that but I like that promise.’ Not that you really could
think about what you just said of what he just replied because you felt his
fingers in you. He laid his hand over you mouth so you couldn’t moan out loud
while he was briging your body to the top. The sweet sentation of the moment
brought you to your climax. He removed his hand from your mouth, covering it
with his lips, kissing you obesely.
'Ivar,’ you whispered in his mouth.
'Go.’ He commanded, pushing you over the egde with his fingers. You collaped,
letting your body go in the sweet longing of this moment. You panted so hard
that he looked down on you with a satisfiing smile.
'I will come back for you, I always will.’ He said, pressing a kiss against
your colorbone, leaving a trail to your ear. 'Your turn.’ He grinned.
Seeing him take off was hard. Despite the fact this was the biggest army you
ever saw in your life, you didn’t know how big the army of the enemy would be.
But you hold on to his words, that he would come back for you while you watched
him take of in his chariot aside his brothers. 'Come back.’ You whispered for
yourself, thinking back to the time you had with him morning, every moment he
showed you a little concern, love even. That whole day you stood there,
watching, hoping, loning for that army to come back. And when they did Ivar
wasn’t among them, non of the brothers were. 'Where are they?’ You asked.
Hardly half of the man were covered in blood, there weren’t much wounded and
everybody was in a cheerfull mood. Did that meant they won?
'They are killing King Aella, I suppose.’ One said. So they won? For real? It
took a least another three hours for the brothers came back. You noticed his
chariot, his white horse closing by. You turned your eyes towards him, he was
already looking at you when he stopped his horse aside you.
'Did you stood there all day?’ He asked, a little amused. But it wasn’t the
only thing you noticed, he was happy. Happy to see you? Or happy that the king
was dead? Both maybe?
'I don’t really know.’ You answered, petting his horse before you walked to the
chariot. 'Are you alright?’ You asked, looking for maybe wounds, sighns of
pain.
'Never felt better.’ He smiled, leaning over his chariot to you. 'Told you I
would come back.’
'Sorry I doubted you.’ You replied. He pulled you closer, pushing your chin up
so he could watch you from closer by.
'Missed me?’ He asked. You looked in to those bleu eyes, nodded slowly.
'Always.’ You whispered. Something in his eyes changed for a moment.
'Me to.’ He reacted, pulling you over those last inches before he kissed you,
way to softly.
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