The Valley Of Shadows - Ivar and Igor [Vikings]

My fellow king

Igor and Ivar had settled into a small part of the woods, where they could safely build a fire to keep warm without worrying about scouts seeing the smoke. Their horses tied and grazed nearby as they rested from the journey.

Iver sat by the fire, using a tree to support his back while little Igor sat on his lap. The two of them snuggled close to keep warm during the chilly night. They sat in silence for the most part, neither of them wanted to interrupt this moment shared between the two.

Until someone finally spoke up..

"Ivar?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think your friends will accept me in your homeland?"

The cripple raised his head, brushing the child's hair back, offering a warm smile. "It is hard to say, but all you have to do is stay close to me, I will make sure you are safe."

Igor blushed, giving the Pagan a shy smile while he shifted his position to sit more higher on Ivar's legs. Placing his hands gently upon the older man's shoulders. "What will we do when we get there?"

Ivar placed his hands on the child's waist, blue eyes meeting brown eyes before him. "Summon an army strong enough to take down Oleg."

"Is there such an army, my fellow king?" The boy's hands slid down to the Pagan's chest as he leaned forward to steal a kiss.

The pagan leaned into the kiss, pulling the boy closer. "If King Harold agrees to help us, I'm sure it can be done. Do not fear my dear child, leave it to me." Hushed the heathen under his breath. Getting drawn in by the taste of Igor's lips.

"And what if Oleg catches us?" Igor wasn't doubting Ivar, he was afraid of Oleg's power. Pulling away to catch his breath, the boy offered a smile to the pagan.

"Then I will kill him." Ivar sounded so sure, but no one could be sure. Perhaps it was his guilt that he didn't do something sooner to protect the boy.

The pagan pulled the Christian closer, pressing his lips against his cheek. "You are safe." He whispered gently.

Igor leaned into Ivar's lips, asking to be kissed but Ivar did not give in. He pushed on the pagan's chest to make him lay down while he laughed softly, brown eyes watching bright blue ones underneath himself. "Aren't you afraid?" He asked with a smirk, his tone betraying his words as it came off as playful more than a serious question.

The Viking laughed. "Afraid? Nay, not when I have you."

Before the child could respond, Ivar gripped onto Igor's waist and pulled him close, planting kisses along his neck playfully just to hear him laugh.

Igor laughed softly, playfully trying to get away from Ivar's touch, lowering his body weight onto the cripple beneath him. "Ivar!" He said happily.

Ivar pushed into Igor more, curious hands now reaching for his shirt, slowly and carefully unbuttoning it. "I am not doing anything."

Igor allowed the feeling of Ivar to take hold, now the tickling sensation became more pleasurable as his laughter slowly faded away. Leaning into the heathen's rough but careful touch. "Then keep doing nothing, Ivar." The child's voice was demanding, as if the young Prince was commanding the Viking.

Ivar cocked his head, offering a subtle wink. "Did you just command me?" He teased, voice soft while he halted his hand work and rested his palms against Igor's thigh.

"Perhaps." Igor smirked.

Ivar laughed again, this time, claiming the boy's lips softly, letting his hands wander along his chest, beginning to remove his shirt once more. Giving into the child's will, feeling frustrated at the clothes hindering him.

Igor followed suit and started to undress Ivar as well. Letting his curious hands feel every inch of the Pagan's body. Mapping it out just as he's done before, going to the places he knew Ivar likes.

Moaning softly, the pagan allowed the boy to do as he pleased, letting him take it slow, and gentle. Lips curling to a smile as he sighed softly. Feeling safe enough to let down his guard, only for now, wanting to enjoy this moment together.

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