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:712 A/N: Another request from my favourite reader. They are amazing and basically my co-writer. Some of the prior imagines were their ideas, including this one. So shout out to Tis-I-The-Apple-Pie.
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You were young, probably ten when Ivar set off for England. But, before that, you followed after him like a lost puppy. Grown ups were scared of the crippled prince. Yet you didn't understand the reason why. Your innocent mind had yet to be infected by old beliefs. To you, Ivar was strong.
At one point you attempted to drag yourself across the floor, just like him. However, he panicked, he thought you would get hurt. Therefore, he disciplined you in the only way he knew. Ivar screamed at you and you were fully aware of what he was saying. But, the way he executed his concern brought tears to your eyes. At that, another rumour swirled amongst the people of Kattegat. If he could raise his voice to a little girl, what else could he do?
"It wasn't right Ivar, she's only young" Ubbe chastised while he carried his brother on his back. He could practically feel the cripple rolling his eyes.
"She was going to hurt herself, I was making sure she didn't" He explained,
"Yes, but you didn't do it correctly",
"Then how should it be done, Ubbe? Hmm?... Should I be kind, practically tell her it's okay to do it because the consequences won't hurt?" Ivar snapped with a low growl, and his older brother understood his concern for you.
"What consequences?",
"Do you think I just crawl around unharmed? She's small and frail, she breaks easily" He explained.
Then did they finally reach the great hall, where Hvitserk and Sigurd both sat, minding their own business as they tucked into the food before them. Aslaug was still preparing for dinner in the back, unknowing of what Sigurd had in store for Ivar the Boneless.
He dropped from Ubbe's back and crawled to his seat, a frown almost permanently etched into his features while he did so.
"Here he is, the child beater!" Sigurd announced, his voice grand.
His words sent a shiver down Hvitserk and Margrethe's spine. The room boiled in a loud silence, a natural hum of what the Gods had predicted Ivar would do next.
The youngest prince was half way through bringing his cup to his lips when he heard those words. Unceremoniously, a wave of pure anger brewed in his stomach, impulse plagued his mind.
"What did you say?" Ivar asked lowly, slamming his cup down to the table. The blonde thrall shook at the sudden impact, as well as the bang that echoed through the hall.
"Child beater, that is what you are right? Or are those bruises across (Y/N)'s body not enough evidence of that?" Sigurd continued, earning a sharp glare from the oldest of the four.
Ubbe knew what this would do, he had warned his brother not to make you subject of an argument.
"I did no such thing" Ivar spat toward him, his face tinting red as he held in the pending anger, the rage that haunted him to no end. It threatened to burst at the seems of Ivar's sanity.
"Are you sure? We all know her parents to be kind people",
"Shut your mouth! I didn't hurt her, I never would you bas-".
Suddenly, Ivar went silent. All brothers, including Margrethe drew their brows together in blank confusion.
What also surprised them was the wide grin spreading across his features, an expression that they would consider uncharacteristic when thinking of their youngest brother.
At this, Hvitserk leaned into his older brother cautiously before whispering:
"What the fuck?".
Ubbe attempted to keep his features straight, hold in the laughter when it came to Hvitserk's ignorance.
He knew that if you just followed Ivar's eyes, you would see a young girl, her face coated in mud while she bit her lip and crawled across the ground.
You had tied you legs together with the rope your father used to fish and were struggling to make your way over to their table.
"L-look Ivar, I'm, I'm doing... It!" You laughed through heavy breaths. That's when the whole table raised their sights. It was quite admirable, watching a young girl trying to understand what she didn't.
"I think you have lost this argument Sigurd" Ubbe announced to his slack jawed brother, raising his cup in the process.
