"My sweet dove,"
Ivar whispered as he cupped your face into his hands. "Do not be stressed. You are intelligent and able to accomplish anything you wish for. Your knowledge is a temple, a sacred dwelling."
As he says these words, your features relax into a smile. "Do not let a mere exam trouble you. You will ace it."
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Vikings Imagines
Historical FictionWelcome, all Odin's children to my Wattpad blog dedicated to the Vikings TV Show and Norse Mythology! These Vikings Imagines can also be found on my Tumblr blog: Whisperer in Freya's Hall. Requests: Open || Asks: Open || Currently Working On: Imagi...