Vikings: Imagine you and Ivar ...

Imagine Ivar being the one who wants to take over your kingdom - V

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So it was true ... they had a settlement. You only knew the rumors about the deal that King Ecbert maked with the sons of Ragnar but this proved everything. After days of travelling you finally arrived in this place. You looked aside to Ivar who stared in the distance while his horse followed the path. The closer you came to the settlement the more distant he got. And you were almost sure it had something to do with his brothers. You stopped your horse and stared around you when you arrived in the center of the place, a whole village filled with Vikings. "Ivar." You turned your head and looked at the man who stood besides the chariot of Ivar. A tall imposant man with a long braid and an almost bald head. Everything changed, you felt a certain tense in the air that made you uncomfotarble.

"Brother." Ivar reacted, without even looking at his brother. His brother? You looked at the man again, and you thought his brothers would be dark haired, just like him ... But then he looked at you and you didn't knew what to do, be your old selve and be strongwilled or just look away. His gaze was intensive in another way than the way how Ivar looked.
"Who is she?" He asked with a long thorough look over your body. You looked to Ivar again who gave his brother a warning glance. "Mind me for asking." The brother said amused by the temper Ivar showed in his eyes. "But she's a princess. Wich Lord or King you had to kill to make this happen?" He laughed, still looking at you.
"He killed nobody." You reacted in defense. The man frowed his eyesbrows and looked back at Ivar.
"Get to your brothers." He finally commanded before leaving like nothing ever happened. You looked the man walking away before your trew a glimp at Ivar who was staring again. He caught your glance and shook his head.
"You shouldn't have done that." He said neutral, still a little angry maybe.
"Why not?" You dared to ask. You got from your horse, somebody immidiatly came and took him over from you so you had nothing in your hands left to hold on to.
"It's not your place." He answered coldly. You only nodded, not sure if you want to bring this arrgument to the next level. Ivar started staring again so you just looked around. Finally he sighed and turned again to you. "You need rest."
"I'm fine." You smiled softly, not wanting him to get to concerned about you.
"Nice try." He nodded, a little more relaxed this time. He showed you the way to a little cabin ... it didn't present not much but it was something. "You can stay here," he pointed out. You turned around and nodded before looking back to him. "Don't run away, I find you in the morning." He explained. He wasn't staying? He didn't waited for an answer and just drove of in his chariot, leaving you behind with the urge to follow him ... just to be safe.

Normally you wouldn't wake until a servant came to wake you. But now it was still early when you felt the slight touth of warmth against your cheek. You opened your eyes, shut them immediately after because of the brightness that poured through the place. In that small moment you laid there you tried to recognize the sounds outside, it was rather comforting that you heared things. You heared laughing while heavy foodsteps walked by, you even heared a kid screaming to his mother. They had already kids here to? The sounds outside gave you enough curiousity to get dresses and go explore the village. But when you sat on the egde of the bed, already dresses you heared another recognizable sound and it didn't took long before the door swung open and Ivar crawled in. Before you falled asleep last night you could only think of him and how angry and distant he looked. You could have ran away but he would come after you, kill you for real this time so ... fear kept you on its place. The door felt shut with a loud crack and you pulled yourself out of your thoughts. He seemed still angry, didn't give you a look when he crawled to the bed en pulled his body in it. And then things changed with the breath he let out, his body relaxed, his eyes turned calmer and suddenly he looked really tired. "You look tired." You noticed carefull. "Can I get you something?" You asked not far behind, turning your body a little so you could face him.
"You're not a slave y/n." He said. His voice sounded soft, even more tired than his face looked. Why did he put so much effort in keeping angry and looking fierce when the man who sat in front of you now was so handsome and comfortable to be with.
"Is there something else I can do? I want to help but," your words faded away when you felt his hand around your wrist. Despite that his hand was so large and strong, the gesture was soft and even uncertain. You looked at it, willingly turning your hand in his grip so your fingers could find a hold around his wrist. Your eyes traveled up to the cross he wore around his neck, your cross. And finally you met his tired bleu eyes, shades of bleu mixed together in a color you could watch forever. He pulled you towards him and you obeyed, shifting over the bed until you sat on your knees besides him.
"Stay." He whispered, all broken and guard down. You felt your insides melt together when he laid his hand in your neck, his thumb stroking the scared that still were there.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. You should rest Ivar." You instisted.
"How can I sleep when you are here." He said with a little flair of a cocky grinn.
"I can go." You pointed towards the door. But he smothered your attempts by placing his lips agaist your throat. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes while his lips places small kisses over the scares you had. Your hand found his jawline, guiding his head up so your lips could find each other. Any other Christian princess would disgust this, making love, or kissing was not approved until married. But you weren't that kind of a girl, you had always test the limits and even now your christian god maybe was watching you didn't care. You became as much a sinner as he was. The ruthless Ivar was so carefull with you that you thought you had another men in front of you. You felt his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You broke the kiss, your forehead against his when you looked in those amazingly blue eyes. And you asked yourself, he was a cripple, should he ... can he satisfy a woman? "Ivar,"
"No." He interrupted you, answering your question he probably could read on your face. His eyes looked so uncertain you pulled your head a little back, watching him, a hand resting on its chest. "I promised you I won't hurt you again." He whispered. So he tried before? And it hurted the woman with who he was.
"You wouldn't hurt me if I want it to." You stroke his cheek, observed every part of his softed face expressions.
"Isn't there a Christian rule about that?" He asked. You rolled your eyes and took the little cross between your fingers, a little drifted in thoughts.
"Not sure if I am still a Christian girl." You responed uncertain.
"You don't switch so easily between gods Y/n."
"Can we shut up about the gods?" You asked while biting your lip. He looked at you, more intensly than before. He follow the curves that your lip took while biting it. He pulled you closer, a kiss with more passion like he was comforted with the premission you gave him. Your fingers found their way to his hair while his tongue easily found dominance over yours. His fingers started to explore your body, heat welling up inside you. His lips found their way down, over your neck, pushing one shoulder naked so he could get to your colorbone. You weren't sure who was more experienced, he or you but the slow way of processing this maked your body shiver of enjoyment. How was it that you could love the man that almost killed you? Every single squeeze, every single touch filled your body and you felt him react on the things he could do. His hand traveled up your leg, underneaht you dress, roaming your naked skin. Your fingers unbottoned his shirt, pulling it over his head before kissing him again. You didn't gave him much time to think about it, you just did. You hand traveled over his bare chest, felt how he sucked in more breath as an reaction on your touch. He pulled back, eyes with a questioning look, his one hand still roaming your skin. You didn't answer that look, you slowly pulled your dress over your body, gaving him a clear look over the upper half of your body. He pushed you with your back in the bed, leaning over you, skin against skin and you curved your back to get closer to him.
"Are you still afraid of me?" He asked, pressing his lips against the skin of you breast.
"Sometimes, yes." Your breathed in enjoyment.
"Than I won't hurt you." He whispered against your stomach, leaving you with that sensation within. You craved him and he wouldn't let you.
"Ivar," It was a moan, reaction on the squeeze he gave your breast. He looked at you, smiling with some of amusement, finding his old self back in the act. "Please?" You asked small. He shook his head and kissed you again, giving you no change to protest against his will. Not that it mattered, this ... was all so much already.

A loud crack waked you up, still comfused you turned around in the bed, looking towards the door. You yelled, like a little girl, sitting right up when you saw two boys standing in the room. You pulled the sheets up a little and looked aside you to Ivar who wakened a little slower than you did. "You must be the princess Björn was talking about." One of them said. Didn't they know how to knock? Or was that something vikings didn't do?
"By the looks of it is was,"
"What do you want brother." Ivar hissed. You didn't moved while looking at the two boys, both his brothers you presumed.
"I'm Hvitserk, this is Ubbe, he didn't told you about us, did he?" Hvitserk asked. You felt ivar tensing beside you, waking him up without a reason brought him clearly in a bad mood, again.
"Y/n." You replied softly. Hvitserk smiled, Ubbe only looked intensly, his head a little tilted before he looked at his brother again.
"Did you," he pointed amused between the two of you.
"What is it?" Ivar asked again, controlling his upcoming anger. The brothers looked at him now, instead of you and you let your breath slowly out.
"We are going home." Ubbe announced. Home? That meant you had to leave Engeland? Your eyes gazed carefull toward Ivar who took the first best thing he found and trew it to his brothers.
"Out!" He commanded.
"Get dresses Ivar, you to y/n, not that it is necessary for you." Ubbe grinned. Your jawn dropped while you looked how they walked outside. Would they be all so free with their words? You were still staring to the closed door when you felt Ivar his touch against your lower back.
"Don't mind them." Ivar murmured, already half asleep again. You sat there, still with the sheets presses against your body. After a time, when you were certain his brothers where away you slide on your stomach beside Ivar who laid on his back.
"Is that a thing, walking in before knocking because I'm not gonna get used to that." You said. He chuckled, loudly and you only smile while watching him laugh.
"We are viking Y/n, you will get used to it." He still laughed. So, they hadn't any form of shame? But the fact they brought some news was more of use to her.
"Do I need to come home with you?" You asked softly, resting your head on his bare chest. He looked at you, intensly before nodding.
"You will come, not negotiable."
"Nothing I do is negotiable." You protested. He grinned, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Didn't want you to switch gods?" He asked in return. You felt silent for a moment, looking at the little cross he still wore around his neck.
"Maybe."
"Than come and I show you my gods." He said, pressing a kiss against your lips so you didn't had the chance to protest right away.
"I'm a Christian Ivar, you will pull me in a village full of vikings, there will be many people who will hate me for my believe." You spoke uncertain.
"All the people who speak of you wrong, who want to do you harm, who even looks at you on the wrong way will die by my hand." He promised you. How could he make a threat like that and expecting you not to be afraid of him.
"Don't kill people over me." You murmuled.
"You are worth killing for, like I said, you are worth more than gold and I would raise an army bigger than the one I brought to Engeland just for you." He replied with much confident and earnest in his eyes you swallowed slightly by the thought of an army only to protect you ...