Just a few little imagines.
Add a little bit of oneshots.
May include a bit of Hvitserk, who knows.
Maybe throw in some of Heahmund.
I will be accepting requests.
It will always say completed, but I will still update on here now and then.
I'm not s...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Words: 2321 A/N: Another request. I'm not sure if it's good enough. But I love hearing your ideas. REQUESTS are still OPEN. No matter how crazy or sick it is, I'll probably do it. I like the dark stuff.
I hope you enjoy the imagine. I, truly, honestly... Hope this is good enough.
__________
A cut on your elbow, bruise on your knee, mud covering your hands. This was how Ivar normally found you when you were playing. Therefore, to keep you safe, he would make your brothers drag him as well as you in his wagon.
You were also too nice for your own good. You normally gave away the food your father produced to those who couldn't afford it, it was done descreetly of course. However, with you being clumsy, that didn't work well. The punishment wasn't so drastic. But, Ivar couldn't believe the same. You couldn't be around the Ragnarssons for more than once a week. Even your mother thought they were a bad influence. They were wrong though, that was only Hvitserk. Therefore, it wasn't a surprise when they had a long argument prior to the normal routine. Eventually, your father realised you were lonely without them.
Over and over they had wished for a child like you. Preferably, a boy, but you were deemed enough considering your mother believed she was infertile.
The punishment had lasted for a few good months. And Ivar expected you to be entirely the same. However, that wasn't the case. Seeing you once every seven days didn't allow him to fixate on your growing, more your company than anything else.
The youngest son of Ragnar was already protective of you, your body's maturity only increased such a thing to possessive. You couldn't walk around Kattegat without him by your side.
"Come on... It's just one night" you moaned, your voice small as he sat beside you. His legs were bound and stretched out before him, his angular features were covered in a sheen layer of sweat. He was perfect despite this.
You were both deep in the woods around Kattegat, sitting under a tree with protruding roots.
"I said no" he reinforced.
"You're not my father, I can go" you huffed, then hugging your legs to your chest.
"It's not a place for people like you" he said.
Suddenly, you both froze. Ivar instantly regretted his words.
"People like me?... A commoner?" You questioned. Your words were delicate and gentle, yet they still held a strength to cause pain in his chest.
"No, no... I didn't mean it like that" he sighed.
"You said it though, am I not good enough? Should I even be talking to you, the prince of Kattegat?" You mumbled while you gripped your legs tighter.
