IVAR, I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU

Chapter 1

Ivar and his brothers had raided you peaceful lands and your family was unfortunate enough to get captured. You, your mother, younger sister and brother-in-law Jonah, were lucky to be claimed by Bjorn Ironside. He, being a kind Viking, assigned all of you to trades similar to what you had done in your native country. Despite being slaves in a foreign land, things were actually pretty good with Bjorn as your Master.

Unfortunately, your luck changed when the Ragnarssons gathered for pre-festival celebrations at your Master's home. As you were serving the first course, Ivar took notice of you and kept staring in a manner that made you uncomfortable.

"What is your name thrall?"

Since you did not want to encourage any of his obvious advances, you pretended that you could not understand his tongue. But of course you understood him very well. Your entire family had made great effort to learn quickly so that you could stay in the good graces of Bjorn. But now, you had good reason to be aloof. Too much attention given to a Viking man was often seen as reason to attempt to bed a woman. As a Christian, you could not even imagine losing your virginity to someone who was not your husband. Let alone a Heathen.

"Let me have this one brother." Ivar said while pointing at you.

"No. She works side by side with her mother and sister. I will not separate them." Bjorn replied before returning his attention to Halfdan.

You placed the tray of honeyed-bread down and tried to go back to the kitchen for more but Ivar grabbed your wrist.

"You cannot speak our tongue at all?" He peered at you with curiosity. "Not even a little?"

You shook your head and shrugged as if you had no clue what he was saying. Ivar's eyes danced with mischief as he let go of you.

"Fine. I suppose I will have to bed your mother and sister instead."

His statement caught you off guard and your body language gave you away. Ivar's smirk became a wide grin when he realized you had walked right into his trap.

"Still want to insist you do not know our tongue?" He smiled at you with satisfaction

That entire night, he would not leave you alone. After some mead, he eventually tried to make you sit on his lap despite you telling him you had to work.

"Please. Prince Ivar, I must do my tasks." You said as you tried to wriggle out of his arms.

Your protests amused him immensely especially after your failed death-mute act.

"Such quick learner. One minute you cannot understand me, now you can tell me what you want." He laughed. "Since you insist...... I will let you go. But only after you tell me your name."

"My name is Y/N!" You blurted before finally pulling away from him.

After that night, he tried to get his eldest brother to give you to him several more times, but Bjorn kept refusing. He knew how difficult life was for the thralls and servants that worked for his little brother. Being a good man, he couldn't, in good conscious, do that to you. Also, he and Lagertha had grown to like your mother and did not want to split you up for fear of making her sad.

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When all his efforts to acquire you failed, Ivar thought of the next best thing. One fine summer afternoon, you and your family were sat in Bjorn's Great Hall when Ivar finally entered upon his crutch. Since he had asked for the meeting, he took his seat and wasted no time getting to the point.