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...
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Words:1075 A/N: I'm not sure if I'm fully back or not. I used to do this everyday but now I have to get myself back in the routine. Thank you for being so patient. 😊
Plus, I think you should put emphasis on the word 'tries' in the title.
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He did it and nothing could fix what he had done. Like nothing, he ruined what you had for a thrall. Were you not good enough? It was a question that haunted your mind constantly. You were a free woman, you had status, you were the envy of every girl in Kattegat. What good was there to be said about you if your lover chose a slave over yourself?
Hvitserk nor could Sigurd understand, Ivar mostly, he was your best friend after all. Yes, they believed Margrethe to be attractive, but what did that make you? Were you not pretty? Was something wrong with you?
"Nothing is wrong with you, Ubbe is just an idiot" Ivar spat, sitting with you in the overgrown grass.
You both went up there to isolate yourselves from the hustle and bustle of Kattegat. Up there, you could be free to talk and do what you wanted.
While you sat up and he laid his head on your lap, you idly picked at the grass and stray flowers.
"But, she was a slave... Was it because I said no? Is it because I wouldn't do anything like... that?" You questioned, causing Ivar to raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"Don't make me say it out loud" you moaned,
"Well, I don't know what you're talking about, why don't you elaborate?" He teased with a sly smirk growing on his pink lips.
"I didn't... I haven't... done it before exactly",
"Done what?",
"That",
"Repeat that" he said, cupping his hand around his ear.
"Have sex!" You exclaimed in frustration. Suddenly, you slammed your mouth closed and widened your eyes. Ivar's laugh vibrated through the air as he pinned your legs down, his body writhed with chuckles which eventually caused a giggle to escape your lips.
"Then I understand why he left" he said, to have you whack his chest. The air seemed to leave him as he grunted in pain.
"It's not funny, I was saving it, it's special. I don't want to be some whore who has her first time in a barn" you explained further, blowing the few strands that were obscuring your vision away.
"And what's wrong with the barn?" He queried.
"It stinks of poo and it's uncomfortable" you said while throwing your hands up.
"Then where would you want it?" He went further, meeting his blue stained orbs with your own. One look from him had your heart clawing at your chest and you had yet to know why.
"Somewhere pretty, comfortable, isolated and not to mention calming" you announced.
"So somewhere like here?",
"Precisely!".
At that, Ivar quickly lunged at you. His strong grip fixed your hands above your head and his body on top of yours kept you in place. He had already found a way to wedge himself between your legs, generating a pleasurable but foreign heat to expand across your body.
His brown hair fell over his brow while he looked down on you. He thought you to be a goddess when he first set eyes on your arousing figure. Now, you were sprawled out beneath him. Your (H/C) hair was a halo around your head, your signature purple dress hugged at your womanly curves and your eyes captured him in a fire that could only spread.
How stupid you were, you thought. The emotion sitting behind his eyes made it clear. The desire mixed with a sky-like blue was prominent and made you squirm beneath him. He was so close, his lips barely ghosting over your own. His breath fanned across your skin, allowing an eruption of bundled nerves to coil in your stomach. In the face of it, now did you realise how hard it was for Ubbe to wait. Yet, this wasn't Ubbe. This was Ivar, your best friend.
"Wh-What are you doing?" You questioned from under him as the grass tickled at your bare shoulders.
But, he remained silent, skipping your lips to trail soft, butterfly kisses along your (S/T) flesh. He was gentle and the touch was different. Ubbe's beard normally scrapped across your skin and his lips were almost always soft. Where Ivar's were chapped and there wasn't the same sensation. It was stronger with the younger Ragnarsson and it felt too unique, too much for you to handle. Thus, you struggled beneath him as he fought for your submission. However, it didn't come.
You felt the tears well up as a heat behind your eyes, your struggling became weaker as the sobs assaulted his eardrums. He separated his mouth from your body to see tears stain your temples. No longer did you look serene or embarrassed. You had never feared Ivar, but you did in this moment.
Without a word, he shuffled off you and left yourself to curl up and cry into the earth. He could hear your sobs from the bottom of the hill you laid on. They haunted him every night. And from then on, you didn't speak, he was scared you wouldn't forgive him. How could you, if he couldn't forgive himself.
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There you stood on Ubbe's ship. He was married to Margrethe yet you still found yourself loyal to him. Was it the fate of the Gods or your choice? You couldn't exactly tell. All you knew, was that you missed your friend, your little talks and the idle touches that had no where to go but to him.
Ivar's eyes scanned the traitors, those who were leaving him. Yourself was captured in his vision. Hisblust to reach out and keep you chained behind his chariot was strong. Therefore, you would only follow him. But, he didn't want to break you, in fear that you wouldn't be able to repair.
"Everybody is with me!" He announced grandly, extending his arms out.
Finally, did you look up to him. He had become so strong and you were caged in the mindset you couldn't have him back. Until, Hvitserk jumped as Ubbe was pulling away. It was innate, you pushed off your seat and desired to go to Ivar. When suddenly, your arm was caught.
Looking back, you saw Ubbe with his eyes silently begging you to stay.
"You made your bed, now-" you leaned in closer "lie in it". At that you forcefully snatched yourself away before jumping into the water.
When you surfaced, you couldn't deny the smile that was growing on your lips. Nor could Ivar.
