Vikings Imagines

Ivar Insulting You and Ubbe Gets Angry and Protective

"And who asked for your opinion, slave?" Ivar sneered as he glared at you whilst you sat beside Ubbe with your hand upon his forearm.

You looked at the youngest Ragnarsson in disbelief. He wasn't particularly fond of you though, he never had taken to insult you, especially in front of your husband and his brothers. 

You blink the brimming tears away as you refused to show weakness and vulnerability.

"I was just offering help, Ivar. I know this battle is of great significance to you."

"Then tell me, what do you know of battle tactics and sophisticated strategies, hm?" He questioned snidely. "You are nothing but a thrall, (Y/N). The only reason we let you stay with us was because Ubbe felt pity for you and your low-born family."

"Enough!" 

Ubbe banged his wooden fork on the table and stood up with such force that he sent his chair clattering to the floor. 

You gasp and immediately look down as embarrassment coloured your cheeks. "That is enough poison coming out of your mouth, brother."

Ivar's temper grew dark. "Do you know who you speak to in such a manner?"

Ubbe's rage brought out the veins in his neck as he flung Ivar's cup of mead from his hand. The mead spilled across the floor as Margrethe rushed to clean it. Ubbe moved closer to Ivar and the youngest of the Ragnarssons glared up at his elder brother.

"Next time you speak such words to my wife, I shall not let it go so easily."