VIKINGS IMAGINES [BOOK I]

Being Ivar's slave.

Here you were, in Ivar's hut. His mood were his usual, moody and cynical. Nothing you did or said helped, it only fueled his anger. As always, nothing out of the ordinary. He was currently seated in front of the fire and kept quiet. You preferred him like this whenever he was moody. Silent and him keeping to himself as you did your job.

As he stared at the fire, you were filling the tub with hot water. Your back ached a bit with all the heavy lifting all day. Food, mead, water and Ivar were heavy things to carry for your back. Ivar stubbornly insisted he should be like everyone else. Getting dressed alone, getting in and out from the tub alone when he couldn't. You didn't mind helping him, however you felt bad whenever you did and when he got that painful look in his eyes.

"Ivar, your bath is ready." You said carefully and he looked at you. Your eyes met, his blue eyes were sad and tired. You had always adored those eyes. They held an amazing shade of blue. Always filled with curiosity but also filled with pain and anger.

Without a word he crawled over to the tub and sat down on the small chair next to it. He pulled off his shirt and you couldn't help but to stare. His skin wasn't flawless, it was human. It had some scratches and scares but they only added beauty to him. And character. He raised his brow and cleared his throat as he noticed your stare. His finger had gripped his pants and waited for you to turn around. You obeyed with a deep shade of red visible on your cheeks. He never wanted you to see his legs. Yet you didn't care how they looked like but you obeyed out of respect for him.

You could hear him try to get inside the tub a few times after the familiar sound of his pants hitting the floor echoed in the silent room.

"I can-" You spoke.

"I can do this myself," He spoke for the first time. You knew the answer already but you wanted to hear his voice. It was dark, raspy and sounded exhausted. A few tries later the room fell silent. You knew he wouldn't ask for your help. To admit his lack of power. You turned around with your hands up in surrender with you eyes still closed.

"I'll help you and I'll promise I won't look," You said but he didn't answer. "Ivar," You spoke after a few minutes.

"If you take as one look I swear-"

"You'll carve my eyes out from their sockets I know," You answer and you could only imagine him nodding. With your eyes closed you slowly navigated towards the bath. As you stood at the edge next to Ivar you held out your hand. He took a strong grip as he pushed himself up. As you stood bent down a bit to lift his legs over the tub you could imagine him holding his upper body up with those strong arms, how his muscles flexed underneath the soft skin. You felt the hot water cover your arms as you helped him to sit down.

After Ivar had successfully gotten into the bath you walked over to the fire and opened your eyes. You put more firewood into the fire to get a good temperature in Ivar's hut for the night. You felt his eyes burning into your back. All you had to do now was to make sure he got into bed safely then you could go home.

"Slave girl, rub my shoulders," Ivar said with that cocky tone lingering in his voice as his brow raised. You nodded as you walked over to him. You quickly dipped your hands in the warm water since your wet hands would glide much easier on his skin.

When you started to rub you could feel his strong back muscles, how tense they were. A few minutes later you felt them relax one by one. You couldn't help but to enjoy the feeling of your hands on his body. His skin was so smooth. Ivar's head tilted backwards a bit and a moan slipped past his lips.

A blush creeped upon your lips when the boost hit your body from his moans. His body bent forward a bit so your got more access to his back. It was so toned and you could feel his muscles moved with his body. Another moan left his lips and you smiled. The sounds gave you confidence so you moved your hands down his arms and started to massage his biceps and triceps. Your eyes widen at the size of his arms. They were so big and strong. You had always been amazed by his strength as he moved his body to places with only his upper body.