A Collection of Odds & Ends

Mine (Ivar - Vikings)

Outside was cold in the bitter winter not that it mattered to you, inside, wrapped up in the furs of none other than the newly crowned King of Kattegat. Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar, nothing but the town cripple had rose to his position of power in the only way he knew how. Taking what he wanted, showing no mercy, and no cares for those who were cut down along the way.

If somebody had something that Ivar wanted, he took it. Land, titles, women. Nothing was off limits to the handsome and feared King. Not even his favoured brother's wife to be.

You had been promised to Hvitserk Ragnarsson when your father wanted to please the gods and his former King Ragnar. The lanky glutton Hvitserk was handsome enough, but too wrapped up in his own desires and darkness to care about you or your position as his wife to be. If he did care, he had a funny way of showing it while he ran off with every other woman who looked in his direction.

Ivar on the other hand – Ivar paid you the attention you craved. Even if it meant you sneaking around like a thief in the night, the time spent in the King's grasp was worth it.

"You came alone?" Ivar's stern voice was greeted you, when you ducked into his quarters.

Lowering the hood of your cloak, you nodded quickly.

"Nobody saw you?" He questioned from his position on a stool in the corner.

"If they did then they were not expecting it to be me, under this." You held up the stolen cloak. The dark cloak had belonged to one of Ivar's slaves. "Your slave girl left this behind, when she fled two moons ago. Your brother was too stupid to notice that she had left without it."

"Nobody has ever claimed Hvitserk to be the smart brother." Ivar's laugh was deep in his chest. If his idiot brother wanted to squander his affection away on slaves, so be it, that only meant more of you for Ivar and a waiting punishment when Ivar found which slave had pissed you off.

"It must be a good thing the Gods made him handsome, then." You smirked knowing that the small compliment paid to the older brother would irritate Ivar. On cue, Ivar's rolled his eyes and snarled. "Not as handsome as you, my King."

"What is with the flattery? You already know that you've a place in my bed. Now come," He waved his hand at you, beckoning you to him, "Let's not waste any more time discussing my brother."

Stepping closer, you watch intently as Ivar chews his bottom lip, his hands reaching for you as he continues to sit on the stool at waist height.

This wasn't the first time you had snuck away to be with Ivar, nor would it be the last. This had all started as some sort of twisted game, when Ivar had heard the rumors of his brother's unfaithful ways. Wanting what he couldn't have, after being left lonely by his last lover, Ivar had pursued you and won. Who were you to deny the most powerful man in Kattegat?

Kneeling before him, your head lulled as his hands undid your dress. Pushing the material off of your shoulders to free your breasts. Ivar hummed in approval, dipping his head to kiss your neck and collar bones. Steadying himself by holding onto your shoulders, Ivar pulled his head away, his eyes glassy with the sudden desire that had overcame him.

"What are you waiting for?" His voice was eerily calm. His swollen lips turning into a smirk. How you wished to kiss him properly, but he never allowed it, a mystery in the riddle that was Ivar.

Undoing the buckle on his belt, Ivar watched you closely, your hands tugging the material of his pants down as far as you could in his seated position. Ivar never allowed you to take his pants off the full way, it went without saying that he was never going to allow another to see his useless legs. Your hands fumbled only slightly working to free him, faced with his prick you looked up at him, waiting for your next command.