Ivar the Boneless Oneshots

Nothing But the Best 1/3

A/N: So the premise of this one-shot is that Ivar met you upon his return to Kattegat from his first voyage to England. You and him become essentially attached at the hip, and soon enough you two are married. When Ivar is crowned king of Kattegat, he becomes obsessed with the idea of providing you with 'nothing but the best.' In this story, you remind him, that 'the best' isn't the reason you married him.

~Begin~

    You rolled over in bed, stretching your limbs as far as they would go. You let out a sigh of satisfaction and laid limp for a moment before you slowly worked your way into a sitting position. You smacked your lips, tasting the dryness in your mouth. You opened your eyes and waited for them to focus.

  You looked to your left and discovered a thrall standing next to your bedside, with a tray full of food. You smiled.

  "Good morning Your Majesty." She said quietly. 

  "Good morning, where is my husband this morning?" You asked, shuffling to the end of the bed and grabbing a piece of bread from the tray, and taking a large bite. 

  "His Highness is in the Great Hall, my lady. He said he wished for you to relax this day." 

You frowned your chewing on the bread slowing. 

  "Oh... So he doesn't want me to participate in today's meetings?" You asked,

The thrall started to say something, then stuttered, paused, and began again. 

"He- Wel-I... He didn't say, Your Majesty."

 You huffed and stuffed the last piece of your bread into your mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Quickly following that, you hopped off the bed, promptly put on your house robe, and booked it to where your husband was at the current moment. 

  You quickly walked into the room, witnessing your husband screaming at a farmer, snapping that a 'stupid fucking bear skin fur' wasn't a big enough dispute to bring to the King of Kattegat. However much you agreed, you didn't say anything. You padded through the hall quickly, your quick journey leading you to your husband's side. 

  "Enough with the-" He began, quickly stopping his sentence when you whispered in his ear, 

"Good morning husband,"

Ivar jumped in his seat, whipping around to face you. He was silent for a moment, then he turned to the line that had formed out the doors of the hall. He gestured for the guards.

 "Everyone out for a moment, I must greet my wife."

The room was promptly cleared, leaving you and your husband in silence. You said nothing, and the silence forced speech out of him.

  "Are you upset at me?" He asked softly, looking up at you with big, sad blue eyes. 

You frowned softly. 

"Why would I be upset with you dear husband?" You asked, completely oblivious.

He huffed, slumping in his chair.

"Do not act as if you do not know." 

"I do not. Perhaps you should tell me."

He glanced at you and then pulled his stare back to his lap.

"I was gone for nearly 10 months on the raids in England, nearly got myself killed more than once, didn't bring you back a gift and the first morning after my return, I abandoned you in our bed..."