Multifandom X Reader Stories

Proving Worth (Ivar the boneless)

The night was cold, the air thick with tension. You had overheard the plan—Margrethe, the servant girl, was being forced by Ivar's brothers to sleep with him. They wanted to prove that Ivar, despite his condition, could perform like any other man. The very idea of it sent rage coursing through your veins. How dare they? How dare they treat Ivar like some broken object that needed to be tested?

Without a second thought, you stormed into the hut where it was all supposed to happen. You found Margrethe standing nervously near Ivar, who sat on the bed, his face a mask of uncertainty. His blue eyes darted toward you, but he was frozen, unsure of what to do.

"Get out," you hissed at Margrethe, your voice trembling with fury. "Get out now, before I kill you."

Margrethe glanced nervously at Ivar, but the look in your eyes left no room for argument. She scurried out of the hut without another word, leaving you alone with Ivar, who still hadn't moved. He stared at you in disbelief, his brows furrowed, his chest rising and falling as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"Why are you here?" he demanded, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. He was conflicted, torn between anger, shame, and confusion. "This is not your concern. Leave, Y/N."

But you didn't move. You didn't leave. Instead, you took a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. Ivar watched you, his jaw clenched, trying to maintain control of the situation—of himself.

"I'm not leaving," you said softly, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. "I won't let them do this to you, Ivar."

His eyes softened, but his pride still burned. "I don't need you to protect me. They think I'm broken, that I'm less of a man." He looked away, the shame evident in his expression. "Maybe they're right."

Your heart ached for him. You had known Ivar for years—known his strength, his intelligence, his determination. But this... this was something deeper. You saw the pain in his eyes, the self-doubt, and it broke you.

"They're wrong," you whispered, stepping even closer. "You're not broken."

Ivar's breath hitched as you reached for the laces of your dress, your fingers trembling slightly. He looked up at you, eyes wide, as you slowly began to undress, your gown slipping from your shoulders, revealing your skin beneath. His breath came in short, sharp bursts as he watched you, his body betraying him.

In that moment, something shifted in Ivar. His uncertainty melted away, replaced by something primal, something undeniable. As your dress fell to the floor, his body responded in a way he had never expected. His eyes darkened with desire, his lips parting as he stared at you, unable to tear his gaze away.

His hands trembled slightly as he reached for you, pulling you toward him, his breath ragged. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, filled with a need he had never felt so strongly before. "You..."

He couldn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. In that moment, Ivar realized something that went far beyond his body's reaction to you. This was more than lust, more than proving something to himself or to anyone else. This was you—someone who saw him, who stood by him, who fought for him. His heart pounded in his chest, overwhelmed by the sudden clarity that hit him like a bolt of lightning.

You were the one. You had always been the one.

He pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger he could no longer deny. His hands roamed your body, desperate to feel every inch of you, as if you might vanish if he let go. You responded in kind, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer, letting him know with every touch, every kiss, that you were here for him. That you wanted him—exactly as he was.

"Ivar," you whispered against his lips, your voice filled with affection, "I love you."

He froze for a second, the words sinking into him, before he kissed you again, more gently this time. When he finally pulled away, his eyes met yours, and for the first time in a long time, there was no doubt, no shame, no hesitation.

"I love you too," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "More than you'll ever know."

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not his brothers, not their cruel games, not the doubts that had plagued him for so long. It was just the two of you, in the quiet of the night, bound together by something far more powerful than any challenge the world could throw at you.