A Viking To Love || Ivar Fanfic

Part 1 || Ragnar's Sons

"Thora, go see if Floki needs help." Helga instructs me.

I've been living with Helga and Floki for a very long time. They took me in, made sure I didn't die, and made me into a true viking.

My older sister, Brynhild, came to Kattegat with me. But now she is married to the Earl of Larse, leaving me behind.

Luckily, Floki and Helga are the best people in the world. The gods have truly blessed me with them.

I make my way over to where Floki works on his boats. At the moment he is working on boats for Bjorn. Bjorn plans on taking the boats to the Mediterranean Sea, if it even exists.

He might even let me come! If I can prove myself, but I have plenty of time to train.

Hearing Floki's laugh wakes me from my daze. I run up to him to see if he needs me for anything.

"Floki!" When I yell for him he jumps. His smile widens as he sees me. "Thora! Look, look!"

My smile grows too as I observe the progress he's made on the boat. "Need me to do anything?"

Floki continues to examine his work. Then he shakes his head, "No! Go meet with Ragnar's sons. I know you want to."

Overwhelmed with joy, I hug Floki and run off. I make my way into the great city of Kattegat.

Once I get there, I search for one of the guys. From first glance, i don't see any of them so I go to Queen Aslaug. Their mother.

"Queen Aslaug! Where are-" I don't have to finish my question because she already knows what I'm about to ask.

"The farm on top of the hill." She smiles slightly. "Thank you!" I smile and run out the door.

I know exactly where to go. It's one of our 'spots', we go there to get away from the world.

"Well look who showed up." Hvitserk yells to me as I run up the hill.

All of them turn to look at me. I'm happy to see the smiles on their faces.

"Miss me?" I ask as I catch my breath. Ivar is sitting on the ground and there is a little space between him and Ubbe. I decide to sit there.

Since the first day I came to Kattegat, I've been friends with these guys. They treat me like their sister. Well, most of them.

Sigurd thinks of me more as a potential wife. He's liked me for a while, but lately he's been much more open about it.

Sigurd is my friend and he's been helpful with training me, but I have my eyes set on someone else. Ivar.

He was at Floki's place the most out of the five of them. We even learned about the gods together. I'm the closest with him.

Ivar was born without the use of his legs, but that doesn't stop him. I know in my heart, that Ivar will become a great man and do great things.

I've been head over heels in love with him for such a long time. Sadly, he doesn't realize it.

Sigurd and Hvitserk start wrestling, not caring that they are bumping into everyone. I laugh loudly as Hvitserk pins Sigurd to the ground.

Sigurd squirms around trying to regain control. He fails.

"Give up brother." Hvitserk smiles devilishly. Sigurd snarls and shoves Hvitserk off.

Obviously, all of us are laughing. Well, except Sigurd, he's such a sore loser. All of them are overly competitive especially against each other. But that's just brothers.

Ubbe joins Hvitserk in with mocking Sigurd. I don't want Sigurd mad at me so I stay quiet.

We stay like that for hours. Talking, laughing and drinking to our heart's content.

Darkness starts to spread across the hilltop. Helga will start to worry if I don't return home soon.

The alcohol got to me more than I thought. When I stand I almost fall back to the ground.

"Woah!" Sigurd says after he helps me stand up straight. "Need some help there Thora?"

"I'm fine." I push Sigurd away and try to walk back home. Zig zagging back and forth as I make my way down the hill.

Sigurd sighs and rushes over to me. "I'll walk you home. Come one, let's go." He wraps his arm around me, helping me walk straight.

"Sigurd!" I hear Bjorn call out. "Don't take advantage of her, unless you want her puking on you."

I hear them laugh behind me. I've never been good with alcohol, I'm always the first to get drunk.

As we walk through a small patch of woods to get home, Sigurd leads me off trail. Sigurd's body pushes me into a tree, our faces are inches away from each other.

"Sigurd?" I mumble searching through the woods. A bush rustles and it looks like there is something behind it, but the shadows from the trees make it hard to see.

His hand cups my chin, lifting my head up to face him. Before I can react Sigurd presses his lips onto mine.

I don't push him away or kiss him back. I just let it happen, not exactly sure what to do.

When he pulls away he looks deep into my eyes. "You will be mine, Thora." With that he guides me back home.

Soon after Sigurd leaves I fall asleep.

A familiar sound wakes me a couple minutes later. I'd recognize that sound anywhere. It's Ivar crawling into our house.

His legs drag against the dirty wooden floors. My eyes are heavy with sleep and I can't keep them open.

"Thora? Thora!" Ivar's voice rings in my ears. "You okay?"

"Yes, yes, but my head hurts." I mumble, trying to sit up. The room spins causing a sharp pain in my head.

Ivar's warm hands push me back down. "Are you a fool? Lay down." He rolls his eyes and lays down next to me.

"Fine. What can I do for you Ivar?" Rubbing my sore head I turn to my side to face Ivar.

He doesn't reply, he just lays there gazing up at the roof. I tap his shoulder, "Ivar!"

Suddenly, he flips me back onto my back and situates himself on top of me. "Are you and Sigurd together?"

"What? No." I try shoving him off but I'm much weaker than him, especially drunk.

Ivar's expression shows pure anger. One of his hands wrap around my neck, squeezing tightly. "Don't lie to me."

I grab his arm and look him right in the eyes. "I'm not." His grip tightens just slightly. "I swear." My voice is raspy from the lack of air.

Ivar flips off of me, letting go of my neck. My lungs fill with air and it feels great.

"Good." That's all he says as he drags himself out of my room.

Sure, Ivar is violent, confusing and scary, but that's just who he is. And how can I blame him? He has built up so much rage from years of mockery and cruelty.

I wonder what made him so mad about Sigurd. Why did he seem so jealous? Maybe, just maybe, Ivar likes me as much as I like him.   

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