Vikings Imagines

Ivar Being the Only One to Calm Down When You're Angry

"My love, what is troubling you?" Ivar questions as he played with the tip of the dagger. 

His orbs that held nothing but concern gazed upon your raged demeanour as if a volcano resided in the pit of your stomach and it had suddenly erupted.

"How dare she break her promise?" You question, bewildered at Lagertha's decision. "She had given me her word! What does she see in her? What does Astrid have that I am not capable of?"

"Nothing," Ivar replies, even though he knew your question was a rhetorical one. You suddenly shout and grab Ivar's dagger out of his hand as you begin to jab the dagger onto the wooden table.

"(Y/N), stop!" 

He demands, holding your wrist whilst yanking the dagger from your hand and throwing it across the room. As you try to regulate your breathing, Ivar places both his hands upon your supple cheeks and soothes you with his gentle words. 

"Look at me, sweet dove and focus on my words. You are more than just capable of. You have an intelligence for battle and its tactics better than anyone I know. Odin has blessed you with such gifts. Lagertha is blind and foolish to not recognize this."

He reaches for your hips and pulls you closer as you embrace him, your heart still pounding from the sudden anger.

As you rest your head upon his shoulder, you hear him whisper, "Let her have Astrid and once she loses her battle, she will then understand why."