Vikings Imagines

Sigurd Slaps You and Ivar Gets Protective as You're His Slave

You staggered backwards, clutching your face as your eyes watered. 

It had been a simple mistake. You had tripped over the hems of your long, ragged dress and dropped Sigurd's dinner plate on the floor which earned you a stinging slap across your face from the blond prince.

You looked past Sigurd as he stared down at you with anger and annoyance expressed in his eyes. "Ivar," you pleaded to the prince who had claimed you as his, "please forgive me. I-I didn't mean to."

"Come here, my lítt fugl." Ivar demanded. You did as you were told and he instantly took your hand in his roughed ones, soothing your nervousness. "You are forgiven, my little dove."

He turned to look at Sigurd with eyes that were hard-rimmed and so fixed that it looked like his eyes were committing an act of violence. You were certain that if it was directed to you, your heart would have stopped from frightfulness.

"The next time you decide to lay a hand on what is mine; I will cut your fingers and feed them to you. That will be your last dinner." Ivar threatened, clutching a fork so tightly you thought it would certainly snap in two.