Vikings Imagines

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

Summary: requested by anonymous: 'Could you do a imagine of Vikings? Where the reader has one daughter with Ivar but divorces him and marries Bjorn? I love your writing!'

Characters: Bjorn Ironside x Reader, Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Divorce, cheating, swearing

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"Siv, Siv where are you?" I called out for my six year old daughter after I found that she was not with the thralls.

"She is right here, wife!" I heard Ivar call, seeing him sitting upon his throne with our daughter in his lap.

"She wasn't supposed to leave the thralls, I instructed them so."

"Siv is with her father, what harm could come to her?"

I held my tongue, thinking of a million things that could happen within Ivar's presence. Poor Siv didn't know any better, she didn't know the horrible things her father had done to gain the title of king, the excruciating pain people went through when Ivar set his wrath upon them. I thought Ivar was mysterious, dark, sexy, and alluring. We had a wild, whirlwind romance, a power couple if you will. But once we were married, the love soon disappeared, all that Ivar ever thought about was gaining power, whether it be over kingdoms or me; I didn't enjoy our relationship anymore, he was too dominant.

"You could have got one of the thralls to inform me." I said, walking towards them.

"Stop your whining, it infuriates me."

Siv reached out to me, her tiny hands making grabbing gestures as she called for me. I stepped up to the throne, my instincts going to take her from the man I now feared. But Ivar clung onto her, ignoring her wriggling as she tried to escape his grip.

"Ivar, give her to me." I demanded.

"Siv, don't you want to stay with your father?" Ivar asked her, struggling to keep her on his lap.

"No! I want mother!" She protested, managing to escape from him by sliding off his lap and jumping into my arms.

I looked up to see Ivar's angry face, his nostrils flaring as his breathing got sharper."You can't force your daughter like that, she's only a child."

"Siv is my daughter, I am her father and she will do as I say!"

"Siv is not a soldier for you to order around. I shouldn't have to tell you this anyway."

"Leave me, I've had enough of both of you."

As he waved his hand dismissively, I immediately turned on my heel, carrying Siv on my hip as she nestled her head into my neck. I hated how his mood changed so swiftly, that's what made me so nervous about leaving our daughter with him. He never cared about how she was feeling, if he wanted affection from her he would demand it, not understanding the way a child's brain worked; if she was being a nuisance, he would simply shout at her, thinking that she would do as he said straight away, not realising that all she would do is cry. Siv did love her father, even if she didn't know it, but I could see how scared she was, unsure how to act around him. As soon as she was born, all Ivar would rave on about was how he would train her to be the fiercest shield maiden in the world, and how she would be the most feared queen in all the land, nothing about loving her or raising her.

"Mother, can we see Bjorn today?" Siv asked, somehow already over the drama.

"Yes, I think that's a lovely idea." I smiled at her, kissing her on the cheek before setting her on the ground, quickly grabbing her hand before she ran away.