Ivarlothbrok Stories

lacuna (ləˈkjuːnə) → n. a blank space, a missing part "One day you'll find your missing part, Ivar." Ubbe said. "When?" Ivar chuckles "Who would come to love a cripple like me?". Hvitserk raises his eyebrows, sipping his ale. "We'll see, brother."

When Ivar meets a girl with flaming red hair and eyes that cannot see, he begins to wonder how a sightless girl can see so much beauty in the world... And in him.

This is a collection of Vikings drabbles, imagines, ones shots and headcanons that I wrote on Tumblr

I have no idea how to explain this one, but it involves Ivar and a God? Demigod?? I sorta came up with, but whatever. I'm dumping my ideas out with a wheelbarrow, at this point

When Ivar and Sigurd wake up to find that they have switched bodies, they need to to work together to resolve the situation. If, of course, it is even possible...

When you decide to interject yourself in the battle between your husband Ivar and Lagertha, things don't go as planned.

The reader has been very close to the Lothbroks all her life. The boys were her best friends, especially Ivar. Once they all got older and matured, the reader and Ivar realized that their feelings weren't just friendly anymore.

"She could smell the insatiable sexual appetite of the men behind her as she slyly withdrew her blade from the leather scabbard." SPOILERS AHEAD "Intertwined with the apocalyptic passion of the wind came a sadistic howl of laughter."

En el nuevo mundo, muchas cosas se habían perdido; los edificios, la tecnología, los coches, los colegios... La crueldad y la pobreza, en cambio, luchaban por persistir. Sombra ha vivido toda su vida en el Pozo, la parte pobre de Arcadia. Se dedica a robar, a saquear y a los negocios ilegales. Ubbe es uno de los príncipes herederos de la corona. Toda su vida ha estado rodeado de lujos,joyas y esclavas. Pero no es como sus hermanos, no ansía el poder, solo la justicia. Cuando el rey Ragnar muere y su hijo menor, Ivar, toma el poder, Ubbe queda encerrado en el Palacete a mereced de su hermano. Será la misión de Sombra sacar al príncipe heredero de allí, reunir un ejército y recuperar el poder de Arcadia. Pero las apariencias engañan, y en un mundo donde la bondad escasea, es casi imposible completar esa misión.

❝ Everything I know and everything I don't You took 'em all and shook 'em to the floor Now I've laid the ghost What I hate the most You blew them all away you close the door And I'm healed when you love me like You love me like that❞ [COVER BY 1SPOTLIGHT1]

" Blood For Everyone! " ''It's insane that Ragnar's bloodline is still walking around as if they're grandfather and his sons didn't destroy almost every part of England. ''

It's Juleaften and Silje walks home from a late Christmas shopping spree. On her way back to her apartment, she makes an unexpected encounter.

In the deepest part of the forest there dwells a creature of darkness. Everyone knows of her yet no one saw her and lived to tell about it. Like a shadow, she is and she is not. She is a lurking presence, the silence of the night, the breath in your neck. No one dares to venture out there after dusk, for there is an evil in these woods, and she is it.

Mostly Smut, send in requests if you'd like to see something you'd prefer ! Only bxg, maybe threesomes here and there but mostly Ivar and Y/N.

[Vikings] [Season 4B-6B] Ingrid was a blessing from the Gods, a gift for her mother Lagertha, a woman who never believed she could have anymore children. As a young child she grew up closely with the famous Ragnar Lothbrok sons, especially his youngest son Ivar. She was kind to him and she always remained at his side no matter what. Now she's returned to Kattegat and has blossomed into a beautiful woman and a skilled shieldmaiden like her mother. She's returned to fulfil her fate. But what happens if the Gods already have her fate written for her? [Ivar the Boneless fanfiction]

Eleanor thought life to be a hilarious performance, something that no troubadour could think of, except God. She silently watched as her fate was sealed so quickly- in a blink of an eye. The king thrust a sheet of parchment, the heathen scribbled something, then, he gave her the angriest look she had ever seen. His blue eyes burned with such rage, as if she had completely destroyed his life. Like she had slayed all his people. Like she had won every battle against him. Like she took his legs from him. But after that, he didn't look at her anymore. Not even when they sailed through the stormy sea, and she prayed quetly so the entire fleet wouldn't sink to the dark unknown. Not even when they got married, and the heathen priestess told him to kiss the bride.

A book of imagines based of the TV show vikings with a very modern twist!