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@xbellaxcarolinax @shannygoatgruff 💚💚💚 thank you so much for the tags, my dears!

Honestly, I have been a bit (okay, a lot!) absent from the fandom and tumblr in general due to real life stuff taking up most of my attention. But when I do come back on, I see a fair amount of Vikings posts. Is it as much as it used to be when I first joined the fandom months ago? Probably not but I assume it will pick up when the second half of the final season is released.

I do agree with what’s been said above that there’s a lot of talented writers being overlooked because they’re not the most popular blogs. Just because their posts don’t have a lot of kudos doesn’t mean it’s not good. Try to give them a chance!

Also if you have a favorite writer or fan account, pay attention to who they follow or who they reblog because it could lead you to some good stuff! That’s how I found a lot of the people who’ve been previously tagged!

And going back to reblogs. There is a lack of them. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the hell out of all the likes I get but, with the way tumblr works, reblogging is the only way to boost your posts. So be kind and rewind reblog when you can.

And to add to the list of people to look for:

@abonelessgod | A Nun’s Tale! If you haven’t read it, you need to!

@castielsangelsx | Check out their Masterlist, they has some good Ivar fics!

is it just me or is the Viking fandom slowly dying? 🥺😖 plsss don’t let it go!!!

I’ll add you to my list! 😊😊😊

Second Chance

Masterlist

Pairing: Original Male Character/Original Female Character, Ivar/Female Reader

Word Count: 4,129

Summary: A young woman doesn’t realize there’s more to her boyfriend...until it’s too late.

Warnings: Schmut, Oral (female receiving), restraints, dubious consent, safeword denial, rape, non consent choking, murder, mention of drug use

Author’s note: hi! I’m still alive. 😊 Life has been just a tad bit difficult for me (and for the rest of the world too) so I just haven’t had the motivation to write. Anywho, I actually intended to post this for Halloween but I got stuckity stuck stuck. If you’re still with me even after all those warnings, I hope you enjoy!

When her boyfriend first brought her to his home after their fifth date, she noted the quiet of his neighborhood which differed greatly from the bustle of the city that was always outside of her own window. Four months later, she found herself pressed against his door, sending a silent prayer up to any available deity in hopes that A: his neighbors couldn’t hear the lewd noises coming out of his townhouse and B: he would never ever ever stop twirling his tongue around her aching clit.

She banged her head against the door as another loud moan ripped from her throat. Her hands, which were completely useless at muffling her cries, were now holding onto her lover’s locks while she rolled herself against his face.

If she weren’t so hungry and desperate to come, she would have been disgusted to see the position she was in. Though she wouldn’t exactly call herself a prude, she preferred any sexual activity to take place in a bed with the bedroom door closed. Maybe it was her hormones or the fact that he had been away on a business trip for the past week that when he pushed her against his door and whispered in her ear that he was finally ready for his dessert, she did nothing to stop him from dropping onto his knees. His cane clattering to the ground next to him.

Placing a hand against her chest, she attempted to steady her breath. Her body couldn’t stop shaking as the sweet man below her continued to glide his tongue along her wet folds, lapping up all the juices she had to offer. She wrapped her fingers around the pendant that had fallen between her breasts. A gift he had given her during that night’s date which was a celebration of their four month anniversary. He praised it as the reason why they were together in the first place.

He had brought the necklace into her store to be appraised. Though she was very firm on never getting involved with her customers, especially ones who would have a different woman on their arm every week, she couldn’t resist his smile and found herself jotting down her number for him. She was disappointed that she didn’t see or hear from him again until he finally returned months later. Determined to give him the cold shoulder for ghosting her, she couldn’t help but melt all over again from his charms and agree to let him take her out.

She eyed the piece of jewelry. Though it was not exactly her style as she had preference toward minimalist modern jewelry, she couldn’t deny that it was a gorgeous piece. She found herself instantly drawn to it when he first took it out of the case. It seemed familiar to her as if she'd seen it before but he claimed it had never been on display at another store nor a museum. It was an old heirloom that was kept in the family vault until recently.

When he was a boy, his grandmother told him that it was a treasure found by the ancestor he was named after, a famous king who gifted the necklace to his wife. After the sudden and unexpected death of the beautiful queen, he refused to marry another. With her necklace around his neck, the king felt that she would always be with him and another woman would have only been a poor, lonely substitute. It had been rumored he wore it close to his heart until he was gray and close to death himself, only taking it off to hand over to his most favored nephew.

She wasn't well versed in Norse or Viking history to judge the validity of the old woman’s tale but it was all romantic nonetheless.

“You swear you love it?” Her lover was back on his feet and at her side. Taking the pendant away from her, he held it between his finger and thumb. “We could always find something else if you like.”

“I swear I do. It’s just that you’ve given me so much tonight and I feel guilty that I have nothing to give you in return.” She looked down to the floor when she admitted this.

It’s how she felt for most of their relationship. Her best friend teased her over her guilt and insisted that she should just enjoy being spoiled by her “sugar daddy”, a term she immediately scoffed at. He was more than that to her. It felt as if she waited centuries for him to come into her life. She truly loved him more than any man she had ever known even after only being together for such a short amount of time.

With his fingers under her chin, he lifted her head back up so he could press his lips against hers. She opened her mouth, inviting his tempting tongue to twirl around her own, sharing with her the heady taste of her sex. His hands began traveling down to cup her ass as he walked backwards toward the stairs.

“I’m sure I can think of something you could give me.” He smirked before leading her to his bedroom.

Mere moments later she was laying in the middle of his bed wearing nothing but her new necklace. Arching her back, she gasped when she felt his naked length slide against her clit.

“Do you trust me, my love?” His words felt warm on her neck but still her body shivered.

Furrowing her brow, she thought it to be an odd question to ask at this time but she answered honestly. “I trust you with all of me. My heart, mind, and body. It’s yours.”

“I was thinking we could try something new tonight.” He reached above her head toward his headboard.

The clanging of metal took her aback. Turning her head to the side, she watched as he pulled the shackle from behind the pillow. That was definitely something new. If she was honest with herself, she wasn't into anything too kinky. She tolerated a smack or two on her ass with past boyfriends but being restrained wasn’t exactly her thing.

As she looked into his hopeful eyes, she figured she could at least give it a go once. She took a small gulp, “If I don’t like it, you will take them off, right?”

“Of course, I would. I will never hurt you.”

“Then I guess we could try.” With a small nervous smile, she raised her arms over her head. The click of the metal closing over her wrists made her jump but any lingering fears were washed away with just a press of his lips on her forehead.

Her head pressed back on the pillow when he slipped into her wet heat. The metal bit into her wrists as she pulled at the restraints, her arms aching to wrap themselves around her lover’s body.

“Oh fuck, Christian!” She gasped out as he began to roll his hips against hers.

His body stilled over her, bringing his lips to her ear as if he had a secret to tell, “Could you call me Ivar?”

It shouldn’t have been too odd of a request as it was technically his first name but she had only referred to him by his middle name ever since their initial introduction. He told her that his family, except for a few elderly relatives, and friends have called him Christian since before he could even remember.

Had her head not been so clouded with pleasure, she might have taken a moment to ponder what he was asking. Instead she looked up at him, she bit her lip before flashing him a smirk “Ivar...will you please make me come?”

One thing she was always positive of was that sex with him was never boring. Even from the first time she was with him, it was as if he knew her like the back of his hand and all the things that would draw her to the edge and back. But she never knew of the animal that could be unleashed from just a simple name change.

She wrapped her hands around the chains, trying to hold on for dear life as he slammed his hard length into her. His muffled groans were falling hot and wet against her neck. With her legs hooked up around his hip, she pressed her heels into his ass, pushing him to fuck her harder.

Just as she felt her next orgasm slowly take over her body, his hands circled around her neck. Nervousness began to pool in her belly. This was something she knew she wasn't into.

His moans turned into rough mumbles of a language she couldn’t understand. At first she thought it was the Norse she heard him speak with his family before but this was completely different and, with the sudden roughness of his voice, had her feeling uneasy.

“Christian...Ivar…” she struggled to get out when his hands began to tighten around her. “Stop...can’t breathe.”

She had hoped the rattling of the chains would get his attention but when he finally looked down at her, he didn’t loosen his grip instead he continued his relentless pace. He said he would never hurt her. The tears started to flow from her eyes as her heart began to break.

The pendant that laid against her chest started to become hot, burning her skin while his chants grew louder. It all ended with a roar that echoed in the spacious room as he gave one last thrust when he came inside of her.

Before her vision went black, the last thing she would remember is his eyes changing into an unfamiliar, intense blue. She wasn't sure who this beast on top of her was but she knew this man was no longer her sweet Christian.

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The only sound left in the room was the unsteady breaths Ivar took as he looked down into her eyes. He waited for them to blink or move, anything to let him know that his love had finally returned to him, that everything he did wasn’t for nothing.

Slipping off to the side and rushing to unlock the shackles, he jostled the still body next to him, hoping the violent shakes would do something. He had been so sure that he followed all the steps correctly and said the right incantations but as more seconds passed, doubt and worry began to overwhelm him.

Ivar took a bruised wrist into his hand, pressing a gentle kiss against it before setting it down next to him, the blood smeared against his lips. “Please come back to me, my love. I can’t go through this again, I can’t spend another lifetime without you.” He stifled his tears as he made his pleas.

He brought his gaze down to the charmed necklace he had gifted you. He glared at it as if he could use his mind to force it to unlock what he desired most. He held the pendant between his fingers, the heat that managed to singe the skin it laid on had already started to dissipate.

Centuries had passed from when you first trapped your soul inside of it.

Though you had survived many battles by his side, the birth of your and Ivar’s son Baldur was more than your body could take. All the spells and potions taught and passed down to you by the women in your family were of no use and only prolonged the inevitable.

Ivar remembered that night clearly. You laid nearly as lifeless then in your large bed as the body next to him now, the dim light of the torches revealing the pallor of your clammy skin. He held your weak hand tightly in his own, refusing to let you go, demanding then begging for you to get better as he was fearful spending the rest of his life without you.

With your last bit of energy, you had conjured a spell that would send your soul into the pendant that adorned your neck upon your last breath, assuring him that you would always be with him as long as he kept it near.

And so he did, only removing it as he laid on the ground of the battlefield, blood spilling from his fatal wound. He enclosed it in the hand of Hvitserk’s youngest son with the strict instruction for him to give it to his expectant wife.

From that moment, a tradition was born. The necklace would be passed down to a favored married relative for the next several centuries, its magic protecting the couples so they would spend a happy lifetime together. Something that it’s original owners were denied of.

It was only until that tradition was broken by Ivar’s 18th great niece who chose to give it to her only unmarried grandson who was as defiant in settling down as he was with using his first name.

The elder woman had simply hoped the necklace’s magic would bewitch Christian into finally finding a wife. She had revealed this to him when he introduced his new girlfriend to her, unaware that she was actually speaking to her ancestor who had miraculously possessed him months ago.

By that time, Ivar had fully adjusted into his new life as Christian Lothbrok. The shock of being in the 21st century was beginning to wear off along with the pounding headaches from the merging of their memories. While he still had no clear answer as to why he woke in his nephew’s bedroom, his nose crusted with cocaine, and not in Valhalla being greeted by the Valkyries, he suspected it had everything to do with the pendant.

He knew his soul had to have been pulled into it just as yours was. But why did it choose to release only him and why did it skip all his other past descendents, forcing him to take over his aimless nephew, a man who Ivar discovered spent the majority of his time blowing through his trust funds and bedding a steady rotation of women.

He didn’t have much of a problem with the latter at first. That is, until he found you.

He nearly tripped over his cane when he walked into the jewelry store and saw you waiting for him behind the counter. Well, the reincarnated version of you who went by a completely different name and had a very cold shoulder.

After much convincing, or more like begging, he quickly got you to warm up to him.

Ivar couldn’t help but rejoice, believing he finally had you back. Unfortunately, it had only taken him two dates and a few late night conversations to realize that he celebrated too soon. While this woman had your looks and kind nature that was where the similarities ended.

She shied away from conflict and covered her eyes during every gore scene of all the horror movies that Ivar had come to love. You, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate plunging your dagger into a man’s eye after he dared to criticize your battle strategy. Gleefully smiling with his blood running down your face, you told him that you hoped he could finally see your point.

He had hoped her simply handling the necklace would allow your past self to possess her but when that didn’t work, he had lost any hope of getting you back. Even the smallest of your spells were beyond his capabilities, forget about the one that could reverse the original spell. So he continued on with his new life, accepting his future with the meek girl.

That is until he received a call from the professor he consulted long ago. They specialized in Vikings history and claimed to have an abundance of knowledge in Volvas and witchcraft even though they knew nothing of any spell runes you left behind nor much about you other than your untimely death. The good for nothing fool finally proved themselves useful, telling Ivar that they’ve uncovered some runes that would be of interest.

The very runes that brought Ivar to where he was now, in bed with a cold body.

He knew he should be worrying over what to do with her corpse. Murder was harder to get away with in modern times than during his first lifetime but still he didn’t feel the need to rush. He was sure there was a member of his family who would be willing to throw enough money to get things covered up for him and keep the Lothbrok name out of the press.

He looked down at her one last time. The poor girl. He never stopped to think that no matter how the night turned out that she would have always been a victim to his desperate selfishness. It wasn’t her fault that she wasn’t the woman he truly desired.

“I’m sorry I did this to you but I had to try.” He lamented out to the quiet of the room. With a soft brush of his hand over her face, Ivar closed her eyes forever.

Sleep never came easy for Ivar, the constant pain in his legs even in this modern age made sure of that, but he knew it would be even harder to come by tonight. He couldn’t escape the frightened look on her face when he closed his eyes. He knew in it his heart it wasn’t truly you who he was killing but still, it pained him. The sounds of her stunted breaths haunted his dreams until the shaking of the bed shocked him out of his slumber

Looking over to his left, he was alarmed to find that the sounds he heard weren't just his guilt tormenting him but was coming from the once deceased woman next to him.

Her back was arched while her head dug into the pillow. Her hands tightly grasped the sheets before suddenly wrapping around her throat, clawing and scratching at the delicate skin as she struggled to take a breath.

Not wanting her to harm herself any further, Ivar was quick to get on top of her and grab hold on her wrists. Her eyes were shut so tight, tears rolled down her cheeks as if she was in the midst of a horrible nightmare.

“Wake up! It’s only a bad dream!” He knew it was a risk. It was likely she would come out of this remembering everything he did to her but he needed to do something fast.

Suddenly, her movements ceased as she inhaled deeply. Ivar was startled by her eyes opening, the color of them changing into something that seemed more familiar to him.

Her eyes widened as they landed on Ivar. He was sure he might have seen a hint of red before she threw a fist into his jaw. She scrambled to get out of bed but, unfortunately for her, he was able to recover fast and wrap his arms around her waist, slamming her back down on the bed. His hands tightened around her wrists, holding her arms down.

“You need to stop and calm down.” Ivar didn’t care that this was the worst set of words to tell a frantic woman, especially one who previously had the life choked out of them.

“Get off of me!” her raspy voice shouted while trying to wrestle her arms out of his grip.

Ivar was sure she didn’t know any modern day Norse nor would she know the language he had grown up speaking. That could only mean...

“Y/N? Please stop it’s me, Ivar” The body below him froze. His heart overjoyed, it worked! Everything he did actually worked!

Spitting into his face, you gave him a look of disgust, “How dare you. You’re not my king.”

You once again tried to buck him off of you but it’s no use as he pressed his body down against yours. He tightened his grasp on your wrists, holding them captive over your head. You began screaming for him to let you go and he knew he had to do something before his neighbors decided to call the police.

“You knew you were going to leave me!” Ivar released a wavering sigh when your screaming stopped and you looked up at him with confusion. “You told Hvitserk that you dreamt of Hel waiting for you by the river. You said you knew she was going to bring you to Helheim soon. You told him to never tell me but you should have known better than to trust Hvitserk with anything.”

Your eyes began to water as you scanned him up and down, carefully studying the man hovering over you, looking for anything else to let you know it was him.

Freeing your arms, he took one of your hands, pressing your palm against his face. “It truly is me, my love. I know you didn’t want me to know because you knew I would have sacrificed all of Kattegat to Hel if she would spare you.”

“Ivar? My Ivar?” you softly questioned, tears welling up in your eyes. “You look a little different.”

He laughed. “I look like our nephew.”

“Our nephew?” Looking around at your surroundings, your brow furrowed in confusion “Where are we? What happ-”

Tightly shutting your eyes, you grimaced in pain before crying out in agony. Ivar knew all too well what you were going through. The constant migraines for months from the memory merge were the worst. He had to get you to the bathroom soon before you made yourself sick in bed.

It was a struggle trying to support your body as he supported his own with his cane while he ushered you into the ensuite bathroom. That was over an hour ago. You both were now seated on the floor next to the toilet. Your head in his lap as his hand smoothed down your hair.

“You know she hated when you did this.” the echo of your voice sounded heavenly to his ears.

Ivar assumed you had fallen asleep moments ago. The whole night had to have taken a toll on your body. “Oh? Going through her memories already?”

You giggled. “As much as I can without my head hurting. She felt like you were treating her like a dog. I rather like it.” You paused as if you were pondering another memory. “Poor thing died so sad, so afraid.”

“It was a small price to pay to have you here with me.”

“She has so many sweet memories with you. It’s surprising that you weren’t gentler with her.”

“I did exactly what the runes said I had to do. ‘To bring back a life, you must take a life.’”

You rolled your eyes at him. “It didn’t have to be by force, Ivar. You could have poisoned her. I’m sure you remember at least a few of my favorite recipes. She could have died peacefully in her sleep. Short and sweet.”

“Well maybe your family should have added that in the footnotes.”

“Did you ever love her more than me?” You pondered, relaxing again to his touch as he went back to running his hand over your hair.

Ivar scoffed at your silly question. “Never. I don’t think it’s possible for me to love anyone more than you.”

You smirked. “Except our son.”

Ivar stilled his movements for a beat before continuing, “Y/N, do you know how all of this happened? I thought your spell would only take your soul into the pendant.”

“I...I‘m really not sure. I thought so too. It was my grandmother’s spell. I only ever heard of her speak of it, I wasn’t sure if it would even work. I just remember wanting to be with you and with Baldur always. I prayed to the Gods and begged for a second chance.”

That must have been it, why he had possessed Christian, why he had found The young woman and ultimately you. The Gods’ favor have finally shone down on them.

“Then we should make the most of this life. We can get married and have a family again. We can grow old together this time.” He pressed a kiss against your temple before whispering into your ear. “This life will be our second chance”

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I lost my tag list so I tried to go through my comments to find whoever wanted to be updated. If you want to be on this list, let me know.

Thank you @xbellaxcarolinax and @castielsangelsx for the tag!

“I trust you with all of me. My heart, mind, and body. It’s yours.”

Uh...I don’t know if I can tag 14 people. 😬 Sorry in advance if you’ve already been tagged in this.

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WIP Tag Game

Rules: Post the last line you wrote (from any WIP) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

Tagged by @stusbunker + @wingedcatninja

“And after the day I’ve had, I’m at risk of losing my cool and wrecking this moment that I do not want to wreck.”

Twenty-four words. BLARGH!

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No! It’s over! :(

I’m glad that Ivar was able to come to respect their relationship. But now I feel bad for the recluse. Who knows, maybe he’ll find a child during the raid, go crazy like Helga and adopt them. lol

Amazing work, my dear!

Useless to Me Epilogue

Summary: Ivar decides what to do with Freydis’ child to make sure that he holds up his promise not to harm it. Months later, he sees you and your family that he could never have. 

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of death, end of a series, small fluff, mentions of infertility, it’s short…

Word Count: 805

Useless to Me Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

It has been a few months now since Freydis has been arrested. Now, she had given birth to her bastard child, a son. And it was a spit in Ivar’s face from the Gods. In an irritated fit, he paid a visit to the father of the child and killed him. He would kill Freydis later. And he has no idea what to do with the child. 

He knows that he cannot kill it, otherwise he would have to deal with you and he had just gotten used to being without you in the Great Hall. 

One thought he has is to hand the child over to you. After all, you were the one to fight for its life to be spared. But, he doesn’t think you would care much for the child of his past wife. You also have your two other children to think of and from how he hasn’t seen his brother since you left, he thinks that you both might have your hands full with your twins. 

Ivar glances to the side to find a thrall lighting a fire in the Great Hall. “You,” he calls, making the girl jump around and fold her hands behind her as she drops her gaze to the ground. “Do you know of anyone that would want a newborn child?” he questions.

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