She Is Mine (Ivar lover story)
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  • Reads 200,889
  • Votes 4,688
  • Parts 29
  • Time 2h 26m
Ongoing, First published Mar 26, 2018
Mature
He first met her when she was a wisp of a thing. Tiny and frail and weak yet she drew his attention. They were but children back then, but Ivar had already decided their fates were to be intertwined. She would be his, and his alone.

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"No one but my mother and you have ever loved me so much. No one but you could look at a cripple and want them as a lover. The Gods must have made you just for me, you are mine."

"The Gods, eh?" She quirked a slim, straight brow at him. 

"Yes, for I have always known that we were meant to be together." He gave her a wide smile. 

"I agree." The mischievous voice of Floki spoke up as he entered the forge, "You remind me of Helga." 

"Devoted and caring?" She asked curiously. 

"Foolish enough to fall in love with a fool." He snickered as he ruffled Ivar's hair.
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