Ivar the Boneless/Alex Høgh Andersen

Two Strangers : Doubts (Modern!Ivar)

Across the room your iPad dinged, telling you that there was a new video call waiting to be answered. Without looking at the person sending the request, you knew straight away that it would be Ivar. Sure enough, on the other side of the screen his smile met you – making your stomach flutter and your heart grow tight. You hadn't seen Ivar, in person, in three months but the constant video calls and communication were almost enough to make up for the absence.

"Miss me, yet?" You asked settling in on your couch. You may as well get comfortable now, this was going to take a while. Not that you minded, the marathon video chats with Ivar were the best part of your week.

"Always do, Gorgeous," Ivar spoke, smiling like a fool. You watched as he shifted around, recognizing the room he was in as the living room. Behind him the soft brown leather couch gave the perfect back drop. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course," You smile with your reply.

Missing Ivar was the precise reason you had asked him to move this chat to today, instead of later in the week like you had originally planned. You would get to that, all in due time, but for now you simply wanted to enjoy the idle chit chat that came with every video call. They were all the same, you'd tell other how much you'd been missing them, ask about their day, tell about yours, and then whatever else needed to be said would come into play.

"How was your day?" Ivar asked, lifting a blue towel from around his neck and running it over his hair. You hadn't noticed it before now, but his hair was damp and his bare shoulders were staring you down. He was looking much tighter and better built than you remembered.

Distracted by the innocent, as if, action, you blinked rapidly bringing yourself back to the conversation. Damn Ivar, he was such a tease.

"My day has barely begun," You speak clearly, glancing up to the window in your living room. The mid-morning sun is streaming through, making the lazy Sunday the almost perfect day.

To be a proper perfect day, Ivar would have to be there in person. For now, this was good enough.

"Did you make it to kick-boxing this morning?" Ivar inquired knowing that you had been talking about going.

Crinkling your nose, you smile sheepishly. "I ended up sleeping in, but it was worth it." Your alarm had gone off and instead of dragging yourself out of bed and to the gym, you'd been happy to silence the alarm and roll over. One week wouldn't hurt. "Did you make it to the gym today?"

Ivar slowly nodded, rolling his eyes. "Ubbe had me awake at 5 to go."

Ivar was content to tag along, after all being active was one of the best things for him, the fact his brother constantly turned their trips to the gym into some sort of competition heightened Ivar's desire to go. His physio therapist had recently commented on how the frequent trips were paying off in more ways than Ivar could have imagined.

Flexing his left arm on the other side of the screen, he winked and made what you assumed to be a sexy pout.

"Hey babe." He lowered his voice, mocking the typical American Muscle Head. "Which way to the beach?"

"You're terrible," You giggle at the antics. "But seriously, you feel okay? No over doing it I hope?"

"I feel great," He half lied, after this Ivar was going to have a date with his bed. The physical part of his morning had left him beat. "Hvitserk and Sig came too, we played basketball." He beamed proudly. Having to play in a wheel chair would give most people a disadvantage, especially when their opponents were all 6 feet and over. Ivar on the other hand had something his brothers didn't - great aim. "Sig and I won."