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Anger & Lust Ivar x Reader

Lately Ivar hasn't been paying attention to his wife and queen (Y/n) his main focus had been on that slave, Ubba's wife.

Margrethe.

(Y/n) didn't trust that slave in her opinion Margrethe was a slut who needed cock to survive.

The need of longing for her husband became to much for her, deciding that she would get his attention some how (y/n) couldn't help but notice the lingering stare coming from King Harald, tonight a feast was being feld in the great hall for the successful raid the men and shield women had but not also that it was the celebration of (y/n) sister (s/n) and her newly bound husband marriage.

(S/n) was a shieldmadien and her husband was a warrior and he had asked to marry her on the raid today, heading home from the raid the two immediately gotten married and so the big feast begun.

King Harald had been giving stares of lust to the (h/c) haired queen and she that's when she knew the perfect way to get her dear husbands attention.

Ivar was to busy with Margarethe to notice his wife leaving his side, but Ubba wasn't, he took note of the way (y/n) walked through the crowd of drunken men and shieldmaidens as well as slaves, the way her hips swung side to side as she swayed on over to King Harald.

Confused, that's how Ubba would describe this moment. "Brother -" Ubba calls out to Ivar but bites his brother is to caught up with his own wife, "Ivar!" Ubba growls out now catching the attention of his brother, with a annoyed growl Ivar turns to face his older brother Ubba, "What is it?" Ivar hisses our, Ubba nods his head in the direction of (Y/n) and King Harald.

Ivar turns his head following his brothers direction and what he sees makes his chest grow tight. (Y/n) has herself seated in King Harald's lap both of them are grinning and drinking from the same cup, laughs could be heard all around but all Ivar hears is hers and the king's, he can feel his chest growing tighter and tighter with each smile they exchange and smile the give each other.

"If you excuse me brother, Margrethe." Ivar says before he stands from his seat with the help of his crunchers.

"Wife. King Harald." Ivar says as he greets them both, his jaw is tensed and he's trying his best to be respectful and not hurt King Harald at this very moment, (y/n) lifts her head up from King Harald's shoulder, "If you'll excuse me, My King." (Y/n) says lowly into King Harald's ear, Ivar hears the nickname and growls lowly, that's his nickname.

Ivar can feel his shoulder being pushed by the weight of his wife's own shoulder, the force she used forced him to take a step back, he watched as he walked off before quickly following after her with a tensed form.

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"You fucking whore!" Ivar growls out, "Whore! Whore! I am not a whore! Ivar!" (Y/n) yells out in reply, the two had arrived home a few minutes ago and to say they both were okay would be a understatement, both were tensed and angry and filled with jealousy.

"Really now, not a whore you say? What do you have to to say about that little show you put on at the feast! Huh, you were practically acting like a needy whore for him!" Ivar yells back.

"You know what I should've listened. Margrethe was right about us, we wouldn't work out. I've should've listened to her and left you when she told me to!" Ivar yells. All was silent for a while, (y/n) was shocked but hurt, Ivar was in shock at his own words, he knew he didn't mean it but right now he wasn't thinking straight, he just wanted to hurt her like she had hurt him at the feast this night. "Maybe you should have." (Y/n) whispers.

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"I bet King Harald could do a lot better at sex then you could, cripple." (Y/n) mutters under her breathe settling down on her fur covered bed.

Ivar pauses in his steps by the door, all happened so fast. He saw red, rough hands gripped the neck of (y/n)'s own, lips crashed upon each other both fought the other for dominance in the much heated kiss.

Clothing were tore off each other, Ivar hands roughly found their way to (y/n)'s exposed breast and he roughly founded each tit, his fingers tweaked her harden nipples roughly, he prinched and gripped them hard in his large hands, moans left from within (y/n)'s mouth.

Pants and moans filled the cottage bedroom, clothing piled its way onto the floor, the sound of slapping skin was heard.

Ivar's cock pounded roughly inside of (y/n)'s cunt hitting her G-spot roughly each time he entered, her hands held her up under the weight of ivar's body, one hand on gripped the neck of hers while the other held her by her waist, her eyes were shut closed tightly allowing the moon from the moon lit sky to not enter her line of view, Ivar body leaned heavily against the back of her own, growls filled her ears and it was almost animalistic, this was Ivar.

Her Ivar.

Her king, showing her love, the love she dreamed of having for so long, all those lonely nights she spent alone in bed with her hands between her thighs did not and would not ever add up to the amount of pleasure she had been feeling right at this very moment.

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Soft breathes filled the room no words were exchanged, and it was silent in the cottage bedroom of ivar and (y/n).

"I'm sorry for what I said." Ivar mutters out, (y/n) naked body was cuddled up against his own under the many furs Ivar had brought back from raids.

"I am to. We both said hurtful things tonight, we both exchanged words that shouldn't have been spoken of or said. I was jealous that I will admit." (Y/n) says, "To see another's name wife, my brother in law Ubba's wife Margrethe have you all to herself when she had the other two hurts me. You are my husband and to see you pay attention to another, it hurts Ivar." (Y/n) whispers out the last part silently she tried to hide the tears that so badly wanted to escaped their prison.

"I know My Queen," ivar's says using her nickname, "And I to am sorry for that, I shouldn't have said such hurtful words either, please forgive me."

"I do." (Y/n) replies.