Vikings Imagines

The Benefits Of Friendship-Ivar Ragnarsson

Summary: requested by anonymous: 'Hello! I'm not sure if you'll take this idea but I figured I would give it a shot. Could you do one with Y/N and which ever Ragnarson son you would like (Bjorn, Ubbé, Sigurd, Hitvtserk, or Ivar). Can it be about Y/N's first time with them? Y/N could either be Viking or a slave from another place mentioned in the show.'

Characters: Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: mentions of sex, forced marriage, humiliation

(A/N: Siv and Hilde are made up characters; also I hope this is along the lines of what you want.)

(Also A/N: IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT AGE YOU DO CERTAIN THINGS LIKE KISSING, HAVING SEX OR EVEN HAVING A RELATIONSHIP, DO WHAT MAKES YOU COMFORTABLE AND ONLY DO THINGS WHEN YOU ARE READY! DON'T LET OTHERS TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!)

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Sitting at the kitchen table, I stared at the gifts bestowed to me from my suitors, men trying to bribe me into marrying them. There was jewellery, dresses, foreign foods, and of course money, but I didn't want any of that. Being betrothed scared me, I knew nothing of what men wanted, nor how to be a perfect wife. I never knew what it was to be loved (besides from my family), there seemed to be no men in Kattegat that were interested; those asking for my hand in marriage only did so because my family were fairly wealthy. Normally this hadn't bothered me in the past, after a long think about men, I had decided that living freely was the best option for now, before I was trapped in a marriage I didn't want to commit to.

Though seeing my friends fooling around with the other boys, or even beginning relationships of their own accord, made my true feelings shine through. Festivities and feasts were probably the worst. I couldn't get away from it, they were huddled up together, kissing, flirting. Although I was happy for them, slight jealousy always shone through, forcing me to leave them before I ruined the night.

"Still having trouble choosing?" my grandmother asked as she slowly walked towards me.

"Something like that." I mumbled, still staring at the gifts.

"They're all very nice, wouldn't mind some of these myself."

"Oh, how will I ever decide?" I sarcastically stated.

"I don't understand how you're not married off already."

"What do you mean?"

"There's enough men longing for you," I rolled my eyes at her,"and these are only a few offers."

"Well they won't want me when they realise I can't be the perfect wife for them."

"Ah, what makes a perfect wife anyway? As long as they have somewhere to stick their cock, men are happy."

I grimaced at her statement."Thank you grandmother."

I had stared at these items for far too long, and I needed to get away from them. My parents didn't want to pressure me, but they were going to want an answer at some point. How was I supposed to make a decision like that when I hardly knew them? I hardly knew anything about men in general! It was embarrassing to think I hadn't even kissed a man, yet I was going to be married soon. All these lies I had to keep up with, answering people's questions with made up stories just so I didn't seem sad or unwanted. There was only so much you could make up with a lack of experience.

As usual, it was busy in the centre of Kattegat. I wove between people, smiling at those I knew. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, my mind found itself constantly thinking about my big decision. Perhaps I should talk to some of the other girls I knew in arranged marriages, they didn't all seem bad...