Ivar the Boneless/Alex Høgh Andersen

Two Strangers : Take A Chance (Modern!Ivar)

Since making the move to Kattegat, things had certainly changed, not that you'd expected anything different. After a life time of living in the same house, with Ivar; Ubbe had finally found the courage – or perhaps peace of mind – to move and leave his little brother. With you there, Ivar was in good hands, which meant Ubbe was free to move in with Margrethe. Bjorn had been more than generous about allowing you the time needed to adjust in your new position, within the company. A job which you had quickly come to love, who knew making phone calls and booking appointments for Bjorn would be so enjoyable?

Things with Ivar were possibly better than ever. Waking up every morning to find him in bed next to you, it sounded a little silly, but it was one of the greatest feelings. Each little kiss, touch, or smile he gave you was as great as the first and maybe even better now. Knowing that this was home, at the end of a week or two, there would be no leaving until the next time you were able to be with your love made you happier than you could imagine.

Today was Friday, which meant you wouldn't have to think about work for another two days, despite babysitting for Bjorn and Torvi tonight, you could unwind and relax. Leaving the office behind and focus all of you energy on Ivar, providing he had finished the designs that Floki had asked for and your lover wasn't tied down to a blueprint all weekend.

"I'm home." You announce walking into the house, dropping your bag and kicking off your heels.

The house smelled amazing, the soft smell of – was that fresh baked bread? And curry filled your senses, causing you to sigh happily and your mouth water. You'd been met by Hvitserk, who was leaving, as you'd drove in but you didn't see Helga's car anywhere.

"Kitchen." Ivar called back. Down the hall, you could hear the soft thumping of his crutches on the floor. He was over by the stove, based on the way the floor creaked under the rubbed pads on his crutch.

"Ivar, what smells so good?" You have to know immediately. Making a direct descend to the kitchen, where Ivar is fiddling with a pot on the stove, his new companion Heahmund tucked under the table waiting for his new master to give him a command.

"I made us dinner." Ivar beams, a sense of pride puffing out his chest. Stirring something on the stove top. You lean over his shoulder, kissing his cheek and checking the pot.

"It smells great." You compliment. Glancing around, looking for any sign of Helga or a box that could have helped him achieve such a feat. Ivar liked to cook, but this was something else. "Hvitserk didn't want to stay?"

You suddenly find it hard to believe that Hvitserk Lothbrok would walk away from such a spread.

"He wasn't asked to." Ivar smirks.

"I see, well," You furrow your brow seeing that there were only two places set at the table. Erik and Refil would be here shortly, you'd actually expected them to be here when you arrived home. "I'm going to go change, then get ready for the kids."

"No need." Ivar didn't bother to look away from his stirring task. "Lagertha and Harald are taking the boys, I thought we could use a night alone." He explains his reasons for canceling. "There is a bottle of Gewürztraminer, if you want to open it and let it breathe." By the time you were changed out of your work clothes, the luscious wine would be ready for you.

Comfortable in your favourite jeans and tshirt, armed with a generous glass of the Gewürztraminer, you were a little surprised when Ivar directed you away from the kitchen. Seated at the table, which had no doubt been set by Hvitserk under Ivar's watchful eye, you admired the effort that had been put into this evening. Candles, a small flower centerpiece, even the good plates were laid on the table.