Snow - Ivar / Hvitserk (Vikings)

V

The current situation was not what Ivar had imagined when he proposed the idea of sharing you.

Weeks had passed and he hadn't been able to do more than wrap his arms around you. You spent the majority of your evenings with Hvitserk and when it finally came time for you leave him and go sleep with your husband, that is literally all you did.

He wanted more.

Ivar thought himself too important to even entertain the idea of bedding a slave and none of free women in Kattegat interested him, so he was left to provide his own pleasure. The fact that his queen wasn't the one doing it but was happily giving herself to someone else didn't sit well with him and the scent of Hvitserk on you when you came to bed night after night was slowly pushing him to his limit.

It was particularly late and you were sure that Ivar was already asleep as you slowly opened the door to your shared chamber, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid disturbing him.

The light and heat coming from the hearth surprised you as you looked to Ivar, sitting up in the bed reading a book.

"It's late," he didn't look up from the pages, "you should have been back hours ago."

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time. You shouldn't have waited up."

"Of course I should have, I needed to be sure you were ok."

"I was with Hvitserk, of course I was ok."

Ivar calmly closed his book, placed it beside him and scooted to the edge of the bed.

"We need to talk about that."

A chill ran down your spine and you bit your lip hard. Ivar had been the one to suggest sharing you with Hvitserk. The arrangement had been going on for a while now and he had yet to express any frustration. Things were fine as long as you returned to his bed at night, something you always did.

"Is something wrong? I thought this was working out."

"Working out? You are my queen, but you give yourself to someone that isn't me."

"We agreed to-" You interrupted him but he quickly cut you off.

"I agreed to share you with my brother, share you. You haven't kissed me since the day of our wedding. I have barely been able to touch you."

His words surprised you. When he suggested sharing, you assumed he would allow you time with Hvitserk while you acted as his loving queen. Ivar had not tried to press your physical relationship in any way in the months you had been married so you assumed he wasn't interested in you in sexually.

"I didn't realize you wanted to."

The words fell from your lips softly and in that moment he wanted to absolutely ravish your body.

Ivar had been in love with you for years. Your outward innocence and sweetness excited him but he knew you had layers that he desperately wanted to peel away. He watched you in you family's shop from afar trying to work up the courage to speak to you.

He felt angry and rejected when Hvitserk beat him to you and when the relationship began to get more serious, he knew he had to let his feelings for you go.

As much as he cared for you, he loved his brother and he truly did want to see him happy. When Aslaug abdicated her throne in favor of Ivar, he saw a new opportunity to get close to you and despite your relationship with Hvitserk, he was going to take it.

"I told you I wanted you."

You moved further into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, not daring to touch the man with steel blue eyes glaring at you.