New Girl (Ubbe x Reader x Ivar)

Part 1

Ivar and Ubbe did not have much in common. However, as they grew old they found they did have a shared interest in the thralls they grew up with. As young princes, their mother made sure they knew that the slaves were at their service. Of course, Ivar tended to take advantage of this knowledge in a much crueler way than Ubbe. Ivar would order them to cut all their hair off, swallow worms, or lick the longhouse floor. Ubbe was more interested in finding out about them, ordering them to him where they came from and what they had seen.

So despite their differences, they both grew accustomed to spending a morning each moon phase together when the merchant ship cam into their home's ports with new slaves. They were much older now, and their interests and tastes had changed, but the fascination remained.

"Look at that one." Ivar laughed at an old man slave with warts and pustules. Ubbe tried not to look downright disgusted as he offered the man a small smile. "What about her." Ivar hid Ubbe's leg, catching his attention and pointing to a girl.

One slave girl shrank away from their gazes while they made comments she doubtlessly heard. "I would mind those thighs wra-" Ubbe was cut off by Ivar speaking again.

"I like that one!" Ubbe diverted his attention to you across the docks.

You was obviously a slave. Not only did you look anxious, but you dress was thin and dreary. Nevertheless, you was beautiful. "She is... quite something to look at." Ubbe confirmed and Ivar scoffed at the understatement. Ivar slipped from the barrel he sat on and Ubbe did nothing to stop him as he crawled towards you.

When you saw the strange man slithering at you, you froze and your eyes widened. You too a step back, but ran into the your master that was meaning to sell you. He cursed and shoved you forward. You leaned on your hands and knees, face to face with the cripple.

"Hello there." He grinned at you wickedly and you scrambled to stand back up. Your master told you not to speak to anyone unless he told you to. Your master had grabbed the last of his things off the boat and stood beside you.

"Can I help you?" He asked politely with an uncommon smile. You saw another man approaching and averted your eyes.

"My brother and I wanted to look at your slave." The bearded one said and you were surprised that anyone wanted you at all. You were not exactly strong looking. The amount of work you could do was limited.

You master grabbed you by the wrist and tugged you forward harshly. "Have a look. May I ask you names?" He was just making conversation, but you saw the cripple's grin only grow.

"Ubbe and Ivar..." The bearded man began as he looked at you curiously before flicking his eyes back at your master. "Ragnarsson." You felt a lump grow in your throat and you master began to sputter apologies for not recognizing two princes of Kattegat.

You had heard of the crippled son of Ragnar, and knew he was called Ivar. So the bearded one had to be Ubbe. Ivar crawled around you, surveying you with great interest. "Sit." He commanded, and you looked to your master hesitantly. He glared at you and pushed you down by a hand on your shoulder roughly.

"That is unnecessary." Ubbe quickly said, but you had already sat before Ivar. You shook while Ivar trailed his leather-knuckled hands over your arms and even in your hair. "Leave us." Ubbe told him an you only got more worried as your master left you alone with these two princes.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing?" Ivar tilted his head and licked his lips while you squirmed.

"What is wrong?" Ubbe asked you, but he did not sound at all worried. "Cat got your tongue?" Your face heated up and you bit your lip.

"I'm not supposed to talk." You admitted quietly. Ivar reached out and gripped your jaw in his hand and you squeaked.

"We are sons of Ragnar. You are supposed to answer us when we speak to you." You nodded at him eagerly and he let you go, smirking in amusement.

"So tell me," Ubbe sat on a crate near the both of you, his eyes captivating you. "What is your name?" Ivar rolled his eyes at such a boring question.

"Y/N." You said simply. "I don't have a surname." Ubbe nodded understandingly.

He let a hand rest on your knee. "And where have you come from?" He raised his hand, making it difficult for you to concentrate. You closed your eyes, but Ivar snatched you chin again as you whimpered.

"Keep your eyes open. You look my brother in the eyes when you answer him." He let go and Ubbe comfortingly rubbed his thumb in circles over the material of your skirt.

"Forgive my little brother." He said. "He is very impatient. Where are you from?"

You looked between the two. "A village too small for a name." You admitted. Ubbe nodded along in interest.

You jumped when Ivar put his hand on your other leg, copying his brother. "I want to buy her." He said stubbornly. Ubbe raised one eyebrow at his brother, then looked over you again. As they both sat there and appraised you, you felt their hands draw further up your legs.

"Very well. But I expect you to share, Ivar." He said pointedly, but Ivar waved him off.

"Would you like that Y/N?" Ivar asked you, feigning innocence. You gave him a weak nod and he smiled sweetly back at you. "Then it is settled." He cheered and they both let go of you to find your old master and pay. What have you gotten yourself into?