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.
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Words: 1282 Warning: Depressing as hell and death.
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You were in pain, so much pain. A sickness haunted the slaves of Kattegat. They were all susceptible to the illness. High fever, vomiting, loss of appetite, it all came as a wave.
And how Queen worried for Ivar. She knew the majority with symptoms such as yours, didn't make it. Her heart ached as she watched her son. He would sit beside you, your lap covered in furs while you rested your head against his shoulder. His fingers would idly caress your hand before he pulled it to his lips. His eyes fixed closed as he savoured your touch. You had grown so thin, your ribs protruded like your spine, your monthly blood didn't come and you began to grow fine hairs across your body. However, he couldn't help but believe you were beautiful. You were in fact Ivar's first love, his best friend, other half.
You watched the population of your home run to and fro, ignoring your existence. But, a few eyes strayed towards you, the young lovers of Kattegat. All would marvel at your power over the young prince. How you would calm his temper, make that small smile available to all.
"How many children will would we have?" You asked, your chapped lips curling at their corners.
Ivar's own fingers played with yours, he tried to distract himself from his realistic thoughts. He wanted to imagine a wedding, children running at your feet, you with healthy with rosy cheeks and your usual life-changing laughter.
"Two boys and... A girl" he thought out loud.
"A girl? Why?" You questioned.
"She would look like you, with soft (H/C) hair and enchanting (E/C) eyes",
"And our sons? I reckon one would be like you in persona and the other would have your handsome features" you giggled.
"I hope not, I still wonder how you can stand me",
"I had practice" you said slyly, turning your head to rest your chin on his shoulder. Each movement brought pain to shoot through your body. However, you kept it buried, for Ivar.
"And what if one was a cripple?" He queried.
"I would love him all the same, because he will be a perfect mixture of me and you" at that, you pecked every part of his face you could reach, until a scoff of laughter left his mouth before he devoured your lips with his own.
"I love you..." you whispered, almost so quiet your voice was non-existent.
"You too" he said. Then tucking your hair behind your ear before he pecked your forehead and pulled you into his chest.
