"(Y/N), how many cups of mead have you had this evening?" Ivar questions as his eyes are laced with concern. You squint your eyes to recall the number of times you had asked for your cup to be filled.
"Don't...quite remember," You hiccup as you slam the cup onto the table. "But I'll have ANOTHER!" You yell whilst Margrethe hurried to your side. Ivar scolded her with a deadly glare as she refrained from refilling your cup
"That's enough for you, dove. Let's get you into bed." Ivar demanded.
You begin to laugh wholeheartedly as you place your hand onto your stomach. Tears forming at the corners of your eyes. "Ooh, Ivar is going to help me get into bed! Will you be joining me there, handsome Prince?"
Ivar rolled his eyes as you continued to laugh at everything he said for the rest of the evening.
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Vikings Imagines
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