Quickly, you place your sword and daggers into their sheaths as you could feel Ivar's eyes watching you intensively.
Once you were ready to go, you heard Sigurd call your name and remind you that you would be late if you didn't hurry.
"I have to go, Ivar." You say, looking to your beloved.
The colour of his orbs darkened from a soft heavenly blue to indigo as he clenched his fists and you could see his jaw setting in place. "I will be back before you know it, love." You tried to reassure him.
"Come here, (Y/N). Come closer." He ordered. As you did, he grasped onto your hips and dug his fingers into your flesh whilst you suppressed a moan from escaping your lips. He whipped you around and moved your hair to the side.
"Remember that only because I'm letting you go with my brother does not mean you should forget who you belong to." He whispered into your ear as he titillated every part of your body.
"You're mine, (Y/N). You're mine to fuck. You're mine to love. And you're mine to treasure. Understood, little dove?" He questions, as he nibbles on your ear making you whimper.
"Y-yes. Yes, Ivar, I understand." You reply, sighing. "I'm only yours."
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Vikings Imagines
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