Nathan 'the Lemur Tamer' Drake

Nathan 'the lemur tamer' Drake

Wonderful @annaasi asked me to write something short about Nathan interacting with Lemur. We all know that this boy loves those cute animals! 

BIG Thank you to my wonderful boyfirend @arthurbristow for helping me with this. He played Nate and for me he did AMAZING JOB! I love you sweetie! ♥♥♥

“Okay, Nate, stop,” Elena said, grabbing her husband’s arm to stop him from making another step. She knew that Nathan was in a rush to save his older brother from Rafe’s hands, but she also noticed a shaky gait that Nate had since she found him in a river. “I know you want to save Sam, but you need to sit, you being all wobbly won’t help us,” Elena summed up, forcing him to sit down on a nearest rock.

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A TREASURE HEIST

This nice idea was reguested by @rafeadler-kingofwealth​! Nathan mocking Rafe about his wealth.

I hope you will like it!

@arthurbristow​ thank you for being my Nate once again! ♥

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The Drake brothers have a meeting with their new acquaintance who has to help them get to the Saint Dismas Cross. When the older brother is fine with Adler’s idea, the younger one has a lot of concern about the matter.

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Arranged Marriage || Part I || Ivar x Female!OC

Part II

Summary: Freya, the youngest daughter of Earl from far away northern land, is about to marry the youngest son of Ragnar, Ivar the Boneless. At the beginning, they're not content with the circumstances. The situation changes radically when they discover that they're attracted to each other.

Warnings: None.

Words: 3448

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

For almost all Vikings the family was the most important social unit.

Marriage was virtually universal, divorce rare, and virtually every marriage produced children. Almost all marriages were arranged by family elders based on caste, degree of consanguinity, economic status, and many more. Vikings' marriage was essentially a business contract between two families and it was arranged in two stages: the betrothal and the wedding.

The initiative had to come from the man or his father, who would propose marriage to the woman's father or guardian. If the latter was agreeable, the groom promised to pay the bride price which was called mundr.

In return, the bride's father promised to hand over her dowry at the wedding. Both the bride price and the dowry remained the property of the bride after the wedding. The two men shook hands on the agreement in front of witnesses and agreed on a date for the wedding, usually within a year.

The long table in the throne chamber had seen every emotion, from the sweet silent happiness of family times, when the only sound was contented enjoyment, to the rage that bursts out in the hard times.

That day was one of the second options.

"Why have you done this?," Ivar growled, looking directly at queen Aslaug who sat on the opposite side of the table.

Ivar, when he was feeling triggered, didn't care about loving bonds that were becoming inaccessible. In this mode, he had to take great care not to hurt anyone nor to destroy something in his vicinity. Anger, pain, sadness were so intertwined that perhaps their names sought to be tweaked to reflect the true origins of those emotions. His palm curled in a fist smashed against the tabletop. "No one has asked you for any kind of help, mother."

"That's because we all know she would never ask for help," Aslaug sighed deeply, sipping on her beloved wine. "And it's not only about you, Ivar. We planned to place Ubbe in your place because he is the oldest, but since he is so popular among women, there is no point in hurting the girl," she explained and got up to walk closer to him. After cupping his cheek, Aslaug smiled. "You should be glad, love. You will have a wife."

“Like I would need one,” Ivar barked back but placed his palm on top of hers, caressing still smooth skin. “It’s good as it is now, mother. I already have a woman nestled within my heart though.”

Aslaug frowned a little, looking at him. "Who? That thrall? The one that is fucking around like a common whore? I am more than sure she fucked with all three of her brothers, if not with the whole Kattegat."

Ivar let out a loud snort. “It’s you, mother. You’re the most important woman in my life. I don’t need anyone else.”

"One day I will be gone. Someone needs to take care of you once it happens, love," the queen sighed, stroking his cheek.

Ivar got up slowly, looking hard into her eyes. “Just so she would be aware: if any woman appears here, I’ll snap her neck.”

After these words he slowly limped back to his chamber, cursing under his breath at the strong pain within his legs.

Aslaug simply rolled her eyes at Ivar's behaviour.

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She bit her lips crossing the gate of Kattegat.

She should be happy! She's going to marry one of Ragnar's sons, it's a great opportunity for her and her family. Yet she was scared and mad. How could someone have decided about her own life and heart?!

So there she was, standing in front of queen Aslaug and her sons while her father told the woman whatever she wanted to know. This was uncomfortable.

Ivar refused to leave his chamber; he still didn’t sign the truce with the idea of his mother. The very last thing he needed or wanted was a random girl lurking through his chambers, wanting nothing but new dresses and demanding attention. And he wanted to raid! With his brothers and father.

The girl went red as her father tried his best to present her in the best way possible. "Queen? If I may... When will I meet my... Future husband? I honestly can't wait," she lied with a perfectly faked smile, looking at the queen's sons. If one of them was going to be her husband, it could be nice.

Aslaug smiled softly and sighed deeply. "Sadly, I have no idea when this will happen. My son decided to be stubborn today."

The girl blinked, shocked.

Hvitserk pushed Ubbe’s side with his elbow, leaning closer to his older brother. “She’s not bad. Looking good, redhead, sweet babyface. Would certainly check what she’s hiding beneath that dress.”

Ubbe couldn’t stop himself from giggling. “You know it’s possible, right? If our brother will be cold towards her, we’re going to warm her bed in the process.”

Suddenly everyone gathered in the throne chamber could hear a steady sound of crutches hitting the wooden floor. Soon, Ivar, all dressed in black, entered the chamber.

She frowned a little looking at the young man.

Of course, she heard about Ragnar's youngest son, the cripple, but she hoped for one of the older boys. Maybe Ubbe, hell, she would even take Bjørn Ironside himself, but the cripple?!

"Queen Aslaug? I was sure we talked about her oldest son," her father said.

"That's true, but the decision changed. It doesn't matter which of my sons she will marry. The arrangement stays the same," the queen replied rather coldly.

"What?! Is this some kind of a joke?!,” the young girl whimpered loudly, getting everyone's attention. "I won't marry a cripple! How am I supposed to have children with him?!”

Ivar stopped for a brief second, listening to her whining. “Here we go then!” He offered her a cold grin. “Believe me,” he said, checking her from the bottom to the top, “If I knew they wanted me to marry such a thrall, I’d have never agreed on that. Just look at her. You look like a beggar. I told you it’s not a good idea, mother,” Ivar walked closer to the queen. “She is here for a few moments and she’s already whining like a drowned kitten.”

"And you aren't better," Sigurd muttered, looking away.

Girl blinked. "A thrall?! How dare she, cripple! I am Earl's daughter. You're not only a cripple, you're also blind."

Aslaug sighed deeply, massaging her temple. "I do not care if she agrees or not, Ivar. You will marry her whether you like it or not," the woman growled slightly, tired of Ivar's behavior. "She will stay here so she two can get to know each other a little. Better be nice.”

“I’ll try to not kill her,” Ivar promised sweetly, at the same moment throwing a cold glance to the girl.

Ubbe stopped his youngest brother by catching his shoulder. “Behave. She’s very pretty and comes from a wealthy family.”

“If you want to have her dick wet with her juices, she can have her, brother,” Ivar snapped back, leaving the Great Hall.

The girl rolled her eyes. You were sure that this relationship would be hard and pointless but she still expected more.

When Ivar was gone, she was left alone since her father wanted to finish everything with the queen and return home.

She decided to take a look around, just to know where she will be living from now on.

After an hour or two she returned to the Great Hall and there she was caught by Ubbe who wanted to talk with her. He was nice, for sure nicer than her soon-to-be husband.

She talked with him for a moment until she noticed Ivar returning to the Great Hall.

“... remember, anytime,” Ubbe smiled at her, winking a little after giving her a piece of advice.

Ivar grunted under his breath; even from a distance, he could see the girl that was supposed to become his wife flirting with his older brother. “Fucking love birds,” he mumbled to himself, slowly limping toward his home.

“Oh, Ivar, there you are!,” Ubbe was the first one to walk closer to his brother. “Where have you been? We got worried.”

“Worried? About who? Your crippled brother? There’s no need to be worried about me, dear brother, I grew bigger balls than hers, and trust me, nobody in their right mind would want to mess with me.”

The girl scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. He was so rude and full of himself that it was simply annoying "Well, somehow there are people who care about her. For some odd reason,” she shrugged.

Ivar frowned, looking at her. “Ubbe, dear brother? Would she be so kind to make this bitch stop barking with that tiny, annoying voice of hers? It irritates my ears.”

Ubbe aimed a blow in the back of Ivar’s head. “Apologise.”

“Who? Her? Never.”

“Apologise,” Ubbe replied. “Or I am going to tell mother and she won’t be impressed.”

Ivar rolled his eyes. “Sorry but next time do not speak without being allowed.”

"I will speak when I desire to. You won't keep me silent,” she growled back. "The only dog here is you. Trying to walk around and growling, trying to show how scary you are. Just so you know, it doesn't impress me in any way."

Ivar chuckled and looked at her with pity. “As I would care, woman. Better get used to my way of living because our parents are not keen on breaking this ridiculous agreement.” Ivar slowly limped back to the Great Hall, not looking back at her and Ubbe.

She groaned and rubbed her face. "You think Gods will hate me if I throw myself off the cliff or if I drown myself? Gods save me somehow!," She said to Ubbe.

He laughed shortly, darkly. “Don’t be such a pessimist. You need to have faith. Ivar is problematic and very hard to deal with but he has bright sides and deep inside he craves to be loved, with all of his flaws.”

"It doesn't look like it. Ever since he saw me he has called me names,” she sighed deeply. "Maybe I should just return home."

“Give him a chance. You’ll see that he is not that bad. Of course, it will take time to develop any feelings but do not give up on him and the relationship so easily,” he replied.

"It would be easier if he wouldn't act like a mad dog trying to bite right into my throat,” she said softly. "I honestly hoped for one of you to be my husband... But Gods hate me."

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One sleepless night was fine, Ivar would rather be dreaming of course, yet this night became one extended moment of ponderance. He embraced it. He felt all the reasons why his soul was so perturbed and asked how he may navigate better. There was yet no response to the questions he had been asking for years.

Ivar felt a very unpleasant tingling within his abdomen; he knew it was caused by his cruelty towards that girl he was supposed to marry soon.

One part of him wanted to search for her and apologise while the other ignored her existence.

Ivar had been torn apart for years. But now his insecurities started escalating.

After rolling all over his bed for some more time, he let out a loud grunt and sat up, looking for the crutches. He realised then that probably one of his thralls moved them aside so they would not fall on the floor, waking him up.

Ivar reached for a black, wool sweatshirt laying at the wooden nightstand and he put it on. After that, he crawled out of his bed and crossed the room to reach the door.

She received her room, which was nice. The whole day she dreamed about a soft bed and some rest, especially after meeting her future husband. He was already so annoying, how was she supposed to spend the rest of her life with him?! Would Gods forgive a murder? Or any other mischievous act that would help her get rid of him quicker? Maybe he could die soon? He was a cripple in the end.

She pushed these thoughts aside and nuzzled to the pillow, covering herself with thick fur. It was time to get some sleep, maybe tomorrow would be better? For sure not, but maybe, so long as she’s got hope, there is always a chance for a better future.

It was hard to fall asleep. When she did fall asleep, she was awake again, it was getting annoying.

At some point, she heard an odd sound and then noticed the door opening.

That was it, her punishment was coming.

It wasn't the punishment though, but it was Ivar himself, crawling into her room. In the first moment, it took her off guard that she almost fell off her bed.

Ivar crawled to her bed, and using his strong arms, he got on it. “Why are you not sleeping?”

"Because someone is crawling into my bed like a snake?” She asked, frowning. "What is it? Did you come here to stab me? Or maybe to strangle me?"

He frowned a little as his hand travelled through his thick hair. “None of these. I came to you because I have rethought my previous outbursts and I have wanted to tell her that I don’t mind you being a girl and speaking your mind but you should rather think twice before you pass judgement.”

The girl listened to him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you don’t mind me being a girl? Oh, thanks Gods because I was scared my soon-to-be husband prefers men," she rolled her eyes.

He cocked his brow, looking at her with pity. “Can you quit being so offended? Believe me, you’re not the only one hurt in this situation.”

Ivar looked at her with his steel-blue eyes. “And if you keep on with being so negative, I can assure you it is not going to work. I like tough girls.”

She blinked surprised by his words. "Me offended? You didn't even come to greet me and once she did, she insulted me, for no reason. I think I have the right to be offended or negative."

“Whatever you say,” Ivar replied and simply reached his hand out to put it to her cheek. “You know, you’re very pretty.”

The girl growled quickly. Honestly, she wanted to bite him in the hand but the kind word surprised her. Smiling a little, she nodded. "Thank you.."

“Would she remind me of her name? I’m afraid that in this entire mess I have lost it somehow.”

"You haven't even heard it once," she reminded him with a smile. "My name is Freya."

Ivar nodded, acknowledging your name. “Suits you very well. You’re the only woman who is more beautiful than the goddess herself.”

She couldn't help but laugh at his words. As nice as they were, it was silly of him to think she was more beautiful than Freya. "Ivar. I wish to be more beautiful than the goddess herself but I am not that beautiful. But…," Freya hummed and gently touched his cheek. "I can honestly say, you are handsome. You have beautiful eyes."

Ivar’s blushing was a kind of flowering, the sort of pink that brings champagne roses to the imagination. The colour-infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and his steel eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness can bring. “Þakka,” Ivar replied shortly, his eyes never left hers.

Freya giggled and gently caressed his cheek. "Maybe... Would you like to stay here? Talk a little or just get used to each other?” She suggested with a little shrug.

He considered her offer for a long moment, looking up at the ceiling. He knew he had never been good in conversations, especially with women but since the girl was about to become his wife one day, he decided to agree. “If you don’t mind.”

Freya nodded and moved the thick fur aside, letting him join. Once he did, the girl smiled and wrapped the fur around him.

“Thanks,” Ivar replied, laying down on his back. He tried to avoid her glance so he glared up at the ceiling.

She took a deep breath and got comfortable next to him, also looking at the ceiling. "So... Soon we will spend every night like this. Together."

“Apparently,” Ivar replied quietly.

"I never wanted to do this…,” she said quietly. "My father told me about the wedding on our way here. I wanted to run away."

“I bet it would have been even more awful when you realised your future husband is a cripple. It can be seen, today, that your misgivings were justified,” he raised corners of his lips in a sad grin. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first one. Most people here are either afraid of me or take me for a freak.”

"I... I didn't mean to, Ivar. Just…," Freya sighed and shook her head. "Forgive me. I was just scared and surprised. I was brought here without my consent. You may not care because after the wedding you will probably just take care of your stuff. I will be here alone. I am still scared."

He grunted deeply in acknowledgment. “I have nothing to forgive, it’s natural to be afraid of things we do not know,” Ivar slipped a hand under his head to find a more comfortable position. “I understand your concern. But from the moment you were brought here, you’ve gained some new family members. As I saw, you connected well with Ubbe already,” Ivar added nonchalantly. “Don’t be scared. I am aware I have made a very bad first impression though… And I’m sorry for that. It was not my intention to scare you or treat you the way I did, but just as you, I have my concerns, as well.”

He let out a deep sigh. “Once I was told that a real king treats his woman like a queen, one who makes her a "peasant" is a poor imitation of a man. I certainly want to be the first one.”

"Whoever said it was a very smart person and Ubbe… He is nice but that's all," the girl nodded and looked at him. "What concerns do you have?”

“I tend to let people down, not to mention everyone hates me,” Ivar replied openly but frowned shortly after. “I have no idea why I am even speaking about this. “I’m full of rage, you need to be aware of that though,” the man added quickly. “Never be afraid of the rage that is fire, for my fire burns hot and dies very fast. After such an inferno you will be able to walk over the cold ashes to my side and I will be nothing but cooling water for your soul. Should you ever find my rage cold, a frozen fury that burns. So, my dear Freya, be schooled by the flame so that you never know the torment of the ice…”

Freya watched him while listening to his every word carefully. Was she scared? Maybe a little but she could be difficult sometimes too. So maybe they did have something in common, after all.

The girl slowly moved her hand under the furs and then she took his palm gently.

Her action made him turn his head to face her beautiful face. His eyes glistened with little sparkles of reconciliation.

"Let's... Let's just make it work…," she requested quietly. "It's already set in stone for us by our parents. Even if you will never love me…. Let's try at least...," Freya whispered. "Maybe something will change one day. What do you think?”

The switch from reaction to reflection, to arrive at a good response, was signalled by the deep sigh Ivar let through his parted lips. “The only thing that stands between true love and debacle is our capacities for empathy and creative perspective taking,” Ivar replied. “As long as you want to put all of you in this, I’m going to do the very same. I can't guarantee it'll work though but there’s no way to know for sure without trying, right?”

Freya nodded, squeezing his hands. "I promise to put all of me into this, it's not like I have anything else left."

Ivar nodded slowly. "Good. I think we have a deal."

She couldn't help but giggle. "We do. And let's hope it will work just as we want it to work."

♥ Dangerously Perfect Match ♥ || Part IV

♥Part I♥

♥Part II♥

♥Part III♥

Summary: Despite Earl Wolf's life is being flipped upside down, she still finds herself capable of bestowing one particular person with reconciliation and forgiveness

Warnings: Ivar 😈

Words: 7774

Authors: Cass & Rouge

As you wished, Ivar became your husband soon.

Since that wonderful day, you two ruled together, hand in hand.

In the first moment, your people were against it, reminding you and your husband what all of them had lost because of this hellhound, as they used to call him.

The more years passed, the more they calmed down.

People saw Ivar's change, from a blood-thirsty warrior into a good leader, worth the respect but ready to spill blood when it meant the safety of his family and people.

You were proud of that change.

He went through a hard way by your side but all those 4 years were worth it.

Vali grew up with his father and completely didn't mind the fact Ivar was different. After all, no other child had a father that owned a chariot.

It was yet another day in the settlement.

You and your family were gathered on the training grounds. Someone had to train all the new fighters.

"Come on!," Hvitserk yelled to your warrior, encouraging the young men to attack him for the sake of training.

"Raise your shield!," You growled at the young shield maiden as she tried to somehow beat you.

Ivar sat on the side observing the whole training from his chariot with now 6 years old Vali on his laps.

"Father? Will you teach me to fight one day?"

Ivar ruffled the hair of his son playfully. "Of course I will. You'll be the best warrior among our people. Once you're grown enough, I'll teach you how to ride a chariot as well. Remember what I told you?"

Ivar's glance moves slightly around young warriors on the training ground.

They all were vigorous but lacked technique. Thankfully, Hvitserk offered his help in training them. As much as Ivar hated that fact, his older brother was an excellent warlord.

The boy giggled and nodded. "The great warrior wields a sword and his eyes as keen as an eagle," Vali said the words his father always repeated.

You laughed loudly, making one of the girls lose her balance and fall. Your sword was pointed at her throat. "You always need to stand strong. Never let something like this happen."

"Go easy on them. We don't want our young warriors to get scared," Hvitserk laughed.

You smiled at him. "My warriors are famous for being strong as a pack of wolves. This must continue, dear friend."

Ivar felt proud.

A healthy sense of pride can only be born of true love, you used to remind him. He understood those words after some time, when 4 springs had passed and his boy grew so quickly, asking many questions daily.

Ivar saw himself in Vali.

Once he was also a scared boy that turned into a lion that everyone else feared and hated.

"Just look at your mother. Do you see how smoothly she wields her sword? Only one human in this world wields a sword better than me and this is your mother."

"Mother is like a wild she-wolf! Protecting the whole pack, her lair, her mate, and the pup!," Vali said happily, pointing proudly at himself.

"Go on, join her. She'll be delighted to have you around," Ivar gently placed the boy on the ground.

The boy nodded and went to you.

You roared, using your shield to push away the man twice your size. "Look at this! Little pup decided to join me," laughing, you picked the boy up and kissed his cheek.

"I think it's enough for today. We don't want the young ones to die from overtraining," Hvitserk said as he walked to you to ruffle Vali's hair which made the boy laugh.

"There is no such a thing as overtraining, friend, but you are right," you nodded and pointed at the new warriors. "You are free! Go rest, tomorrow won't be any easier."

Few shield maidens started gossiping, glaring at Hvitserk from time to time, and giggling.

Ivar made his horse move and soon joined his wife and son. "Another successful training, wasn't it?" He asked and frowned, spotting the group of girls.

"Of course it was, as always. I want to remind you that my warriors helped you win a war, twice," you nodded and looked at him, hugging Vali close.

"They still need a lot of training but they will get there," Hvitserk added and looked at the group of girls then sent them a wink.

Girls giggled louder, few of them turned heads, pretending they weren't looking at him.

"I am aware, my queen," Ivar nodded at his wife. "But they would be nothing without you."

"They would be nothing without the Earl's dear husband. The best strategist among us all," you said, gently touching his arm.

Hvitserk shook his head, looking at the girls. "I feel forgotten. I am here, working my ass off,"

You laughed and nodded, patting his back. "Oh, of course. We can't forget about Hvitserk. The man that captured the hearts of almost all the women in the settlement."

Ivar sent you a lovely smile, he loved those little moments when during the busy day you offered him the slightest touch or when you two shared a kiss, secretly hiding from glances of prying eyes.

He quickly cringed, hearing what you said about his brother. "Did I miss something?"

"Well, it's enough to look at the young shield maidens," you explained. "But let's be honest, it has been like this since the day I brought him here. They all want a bit of a famous Raganrson."

"Uncle, don't steal all the girls! Father said I will need a wife when I will be as big as him!," Vali said, playing with your braid.

You laughed and kissed the boy's head. "So, boys? I think we should get back to the Great Hall. We all are tired and hungry."

Ivar laughed loudly at Vali's comment. His son was catching every, even the slightest hint.

Asta; your best shield maiden found the courage in herself to walk closer to you and Hvitserk.

She bowed her head to her Earl and smiled a little. "I was wondering if I could use Hvitserk some more...," She asked, looking at you.

Hvitserk observed her and smiled before looking at you.

You stroked Vali's hair and looked at the girl. "For some more training? Of course, as long as he is careful with you. I don't want any surprises stopping you from the fight. Okay, Asta?," You asked, gently stroking her hair.

This girl was like a younger sister to you. You took care of her training since you sat on the throne after your father. For Asta, you were a real role model.

"Of course, my lady. We will be careful with our prince," the girl smiled at him hesitantly and offered him her hand. "Shall we?"

Ivar observed the situation with eyebrows raised high.

"Yes," Hvitserk nodded, taking her hand to kiss it gently before they quickly walked away.

You sighed, joining Ivar in his chariot. "Well, we don't need to wait for him with dinner. She will for sure take care of him," after those words you placed a kiss on Ivar's cheek. "What about us? Shall we get back to the Great Hall?"

"We won't be waiting for my lovely brother. I think we should start charging him for the room. He treats our house like a tavern," he said, chuckling. "Let's get back home. It's getting late and I promised Vali that we are going to see the setting sun."

"Yes! And my father can break a bone but he never breaks his promise,” Vali said loudly.

"You are right, Vali," You agreed and hugged him tightly as the chariot started to move.

Ivar had to close his eyes for a brief second to prevent a single tear to stroll down his cheek. He felt very sentimental in such moments. "Don't you forget what you promised me?" He reminded the boy.

Your hand was placed on Ivar's shoulder, soon it moved to his nape so you could gently caress his skin and hair.

Vali frowned a little and nuzzled you. "I know. We will go see the sunset if I eat my meal."

"That's my boy," Ivar praised the boy and offered you a glance. "You know what to do to ease any inconvenience, huh?"

"No. I just missed the closeness of my dear husband," you said with a smile.

He wrapped his arm around you, as much as he could. "I promise to offer you more after our pup gets to his den."

You smiled and kissed his head then kissed Vali's head.

Your family was everything you ever needed.

Wonderful husband, sweet son, helpful brother-in-law. Everything you ever wished for.

When the chariot stopped you jumped off and waited at Ivar.

When he was off as well, the three of you entered the Great Hall.

"Mmmmm, I can smell something tasty," Ivar claimed loudly before he followed you into the Great Hall. "Your thralls did a good job again."

You sat Vali at his usual seat and sighed heavily, sitting down as well. "Our thralls and I am sure it is tasty. I dream about a good meal and a warm bath, after training it's a Gods' blessing."

Ivar smiled mischievously to himself. He wouldn't be lucky enough to help you wash the dirt and sweat off as he made a promise to his son.

When they were in the middle of the meal, a warrior came in. "My earl, we were informed that tomorrow the visitation from Kattegat will reach our settlement."

You frowned, looking at Ivar and then at the warrior. This information worried you, taking the past; the visit from Kattegat wasn't a good sign.

"Kattegat? It's grandfather's settlement,” Vali gasped.

You nodded, patting his head. "Do we know why and who is coming here?"

"Yes, my lady. Bjørn Ironside leads the troops."

Ivar rolled his eyes, sighing. "That's the cherry on the pie we needed."

"Indeed. Thank you for the information. You can go,"

When the warrior was gone you let out a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead, deeply worried about what would come.

Vali could feel that something was wrong so he pulled at Ivar's shirt and pointed at his empty plate as soon as he got his father's attention. "I ate! My plate is empty. I fulfilled my part of the agreement,' he said proudly.

Ivar, as he was pulled out of deep thoughtfulness, nodded at his son. "Get your fur," he ordered softly, and when the boy ran to another room, Ivar looked at you. "Can you imagine how huge will be his surprise once he sees me alive?"

You let out a short laugh before grabbing the cup to take a big sip of your wine. "He will also be surprised to see me. The woman that fought by your side against him and his mother," shaking your head slightly you rubbed your forehead. "I just wonder what he wants here. It's not like we can offer anything to Kattegat. We do not have any exotic goods nor gold or gems."

"No idea either but I can already say I hate the fact he is going to be present here. Probably that bloody bitch sent him to check up on our fortifications."

"You think it's a good idea to show him you are alive? This could be a shock... And I am sure he won't come here alone," you sighed, looking at your husband. "I don't want war here."

"I am not going to let my half-brother wander around my settlement," he growled slowly. "I won't let him be around you either. I don't care, if he is about to start a war, great then. My sword is bloodthirsty already."

"Ivar. Maybe once he notices there is nothing worth fighting here, he will quickly leave," you said with a frown.

"Mother! Father! Look, I am a bear!," Vali said loudly as he walked into the room with a big brown fur thrown over him. He raised his hand high and growled loudly.

"Mother! Fear the mighty bear! Save yourself!,” Ivar pretended to be terrified, he covered his eyes with curled palms.

You weren't in the mood for playing games but you knew your worries couldn't affect your son. "Oh, no! The mighty bear will eat us all!"

Vali ran up to you and laughed. "Don't be scared! It's only me! Your son!”

Watching the sun setting on the horizon took almost two hours.

Ivar returned with Vali when the coldness of the night stirred around the settlement. He had a very important talk with his son, he told him many things he had been keeping from everyone. Ivar knew he could trust his son fully, and even if Vali was still just a child, he was mature for his age.

The hot bath was everything Ivar dreamt of.

Vali was sent to bed and one of your thralls took care of him, while the boy's parents had some time for themselves.

The hot bath was a blessing. Your sore muscles relaxed and you rested comfortably against Ivar's chest.

Such moments were your favorite, just the two of you. "This is what I needed. A hot bath with my beloved husband," you hummed as his hand traveled your body.

He loved those rare moments equally much. He let his hands roam your body, stroking the curves of your hips and waist. Ivar placed a kiss on your temple. He inhaled the scent of your hot skin and hair and growled loudly.

You purred at his every touch and looked over your shoulder slightly. "Is my husband getting excited just by me being naked and so close to you?," Teasing was something you loved to do, Ivar's reactions were always different and it made stuff interesting.

He closed his eyes and kissed the back of your head, nuzzling to the crook of your neck. "Maybe," he replied in his soft, high voice. "It's hard to not get excited when such a goddess is in my arms."

You laughed softly. "You flatter me, love but I am no goddess. I am just a woman who was lucky enough to meet you," your head turned to him so you could kiss his temple. "I love you Ivar. I am thankful to the Gods that they sent me to York. You made me the happiest woman alive.'

His hands rested on your hips as he hummed into your ear. "I can't take my eyes off you, so you're either a goddess or a witch who cast a spell on me." His lips brushed the soft skin on your neck. "I would love you to leave tomorrow. I don't want you to be around Bjørn."

You let out a sigh and moved your hand into his long hair, shaking your head. "Ivar. You know I cannot do that. I am an Earl, this is my settlement. I am sure he is aware of the woman ruling here. If I would want anyone to stay hidden it's you, Vali, and Hvitserk," scratching his scalp you bite your lips. "I want you all and my people to live through this visit as peacefully as possible."

"I would rather slit his throat open and bathe in his blood," he said openly and groaned. "Let it be. You'll stay but be extremely cautious in relations with him. Can you do that for me?"

You turned in his arm to settle yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Love, it's not my first time dealing with a difficult man," smiling, you cupped his cheek. "Somehow I managed the relations with one wild Ragnarson."

"I don't know what you are talking about, love," he grasped your hips tightly and instantly attacked your neck.

You moaned and giggled, rolling your hips. "Oh, you know who I am talking about."

He wrapped his fingers around your neck and pulled you into the kiss. "Maybe I do. You spin my head around, beautiful."

"You know. I’ve been thinking... Vali is a big boy now, soon he will have enough of his mother's love. How about we start trying for another pup?," You teased, pressing your hips to his.

Ivar smiled proudly and kissed you again, his tongue slipped past yours easily. He broke the kiss once he ran out of air in his lungs. "You can be sure I'll do my best to breed you."

"Yes... Please. Breed me, my love," you whimpered in his arms.

Thanks to Ivar, the morning came quickly.

Since morning you were getting ready for the interesting visit.

You sat in your chair, dressed in a beautiful black and red, long dress, humming loudly while braiding your long hair. "Ivar? Love? Do you think I should put on a mask?"

"No," he replied, still lying in bed, nuzzling to the pillow you slept on. "You're so beautiful, don't hide it. Your scars are not as visible since you visit that healer at North."

You huffed, touching your scared part of the face. "But they are still there, we both know this, love," looking over your shoulder you smiled at the sight of your husband, hugging your pillow and taking in your scent.

"You like it?"

"Mmmm?," He mumbled, opening his eyes slowly. "Oh, yes. It smells like you. I hate the fact you left the bed to get ready for that piece of shit that used to be called my brother," Ivar rolled to his back. "I don't see your scars anymore. You're just very pretty, your beauty takes my breath away."

When you finished your makeup you chuckled and got up to walk closer to the bed. "I need to look like a real Earl, love. Even if it wasn't Bjørn, I still would need to get ready. Just remember I love my husband and only him."

"I hope so," he growled, slipping hands under his head. "Don't you think your neckline is too exposed in that dress? I can peek easily into your breasts."

"Your eyes travel to the wrong places, dear husband," you placed a quick kiss on his lips. "Wolf's fur will cover it, don't worry."

"I'm going to get up and take Vali with me. We will go to the nearby settlement and stay there until you send our people to let us know he's gone."

You frowned.

"You sure you don't want to stay here and keep an eye on me and your brother?"

"I want but as we spoke, our son needs to be protected at all costs," he reminded and propped his upper body on elbows.

”You are right, my dear. Get ready then, I will go too," You kissed him deeply, cupping his cheek.

"I hope you two will have a calm trip."

Taking a deep breath you walked to the main room.

One of the thralls brought you the heavy wolf's fur and wrapped it around your shoulders. You took a seat on your throne and then pulled on the hood made out of the wolf's head. "Let's see what Ironside wants from me," you muttered to yourself, mentally getting ready.

It took an hour for Ivar to get ready. This day wasn't good since the moment he put his legs on the floor; the pain was so intense a tear or two rolled down his cheeks.

He put a poker face on yet and helped his son to get ready for the trip.

He was lucky enough; when they were leaving the settlement, he spotted an army entering from the west. "Ironside...," Ivar grunted under his breath. "Hold on, son."

Ivar hit the rains, making his horse galloped.

The door to the Great hall opened and a tall, well-built man dressed in a black, fitted shirt and black pants stepped inside. His hair was braided in a thick braid, the glance of his cold enough it could freeze everything around. "I came to see Earl Wolf."

You smiled, looking at him.

There were a lot of things you heard about him but never really had a chance to meet Ragnar’s oldest son.

You had to admit, he was looking like a bear and was handsome.

"Well! You are looking at her. Welcome Bjørn Ironside, son of Ragnar," you said loudly, getting up from the throne to greet him. "What did I do to deserve a visit from someone like you?"

"Earl Wolf," he spoke loudly and as soon as he stopped in front of you, he bowed his head a little and leaned forward to take your hand and place a kiss on your palm. "I came to bargain."

You smiled at this.

This wasn't the type of greeting you expected from him but you liked it. "Bargain? I am sorry to disappoint you but we don't have anything exotic that we can sell. I am afraid your travel was a waste of time."

"When such a beautiful lady welcomes me in, it was not a waste of time. I need some of your warriors. I remember you fighting against me and my mother in the battle of Kattegat."

You chuckled at his comment, oh, he was that type of man.

"Oh, do you know? I wonder who threatens you that you need help from a woman who beat you with your brother."

"King Harald decided to invade my settlement," Bjørn said openly. "Unfortunately, some of our men are with Ubbe, in England, so it's hard to push enemies away. That's when I thought you might be useful," eldest Ragnarsson dared to wrap his arm around the curve of your waist.

"Your brother betrayed me as soon as became useless to him. He promised me a lot of things and then forced me to leave," You said slowly, moving your hand up and down his chest.

"How do I know you won't do the same, Bjørn Ironside?" His name rolled off your lips as you looked up at him.

He leaned forward and down, soon his cheek almost brushed yours as he whispered directly into your ear. "I'm afraid you need to trust me, mighty Earl."

"I'm afraid I don't help people who I cannot trust. Trust is the most important to me," You whispered back and moved your hand to grab the thick braid of his.

"One Ragnarsson already made a fool out of me. In front of my people, this won't happen again."

"Of course it won't, for I am not Ivar the Boneless," he almost growled, his tone deep, vibrating through your body.

Bjørn looked down on you. "I heard you are known for your hospitality. I hope there will be a place for my warriors to spend the night."

You stiffened at the thought of him staying here longer than a few hours or a day maybe. What with your husband and your son?! Hvitserk wasn't a problem since girls would take care of him.

You nodded, looking at him. "Of course. You and your warriors will be well feed and get a dry place to sleep"

"Thank you, Earl Wolf. We also brought you some gifts."

Bjørn gestured for his men to bring the heavy chests in. "Gold and materials, for I have heard you lack those."

You nodded and walked closer to the chest to look inside. Somehow you still didn't trust him much. To your surprise, the chest was indeed full. "That's a kind gift. I didn't expect such kindness. Thank you."

Bjørn offered you a polite nod. "We should consider renewing our trading paths," he claimed

"We will think about that. I ended it when your brother was a king and I can say we suffered much," you said.

You decide to prepare a feast for Bjørn and his warriors. Just a small feat for them to eat and give your warriors some rest.

When no one was paying much attention to your person, you decided to send a messenger to Ivar to inform him about the situation.

Once it was done, you returned to the feast.

Of course, Bjørn spotted the moment you left the building and was waiting for your return right next to the door.

When you passed his hiding spot, he let out a dark chuckle. "Well, well, Earl herself sneaked out of the feast. What was the cause of such a rush?"

"Important things. Things that should not concern you since you are not part of this settlement, only a guest," You said, looking at him. "Shouldn't you be eating with your people? I threw a feast for nothing?"

"I was just worried the queen of the evening wandered somewhere alone, in the night," he walked closer and looked down at you.

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. He was so fucking big. "Worried? And why is that? I know I am just a woman but I can take care of myself."

"I bet you do," he put a hand on your shoulder, giving you a firm squeeze. "I hope you are not trying to fuck me up behind my back."

"I am not Ivar the Boneless. No need to worry about that," you said, patting his hand.

"You are safe here. I can swear on my life and honor."

"Maybe I'm a fool but I believe you," he whispered right into your ear as he leaned down. "It's strange though that such a great woman is still without a husband."

You chuckled, thinking about Ivar. Oh, you missed him so much, all you wished was for him to be here.

Humming you cupped his cheek and pulled him closer, resting his forehead against yours. "It's a shame that such a man cannot find this one perfect wife and keeps changing women but dares to point out my lack of a husband."

He laughed loudly. "Fair point. I think I am not lucky in love and that's the cause," he whispered, his hot breath hitting your cheek. He used his thumb to brush your lips.

"And you think you will get lucky here?" You asked with a soft smile. "Sadly, misfortune doesn't create good couples, Ironside."

"Who said I'm looking for anything, dear Earl," be put his arm around your waist.

"Your behavior speaks louder than the words. I can see that, I met a lot of men on my way," You shrugged, patting his chest.

He smiled and used his other hand to grab your chin and force you to raise your head. He looked into your face. "What can I say? You're a beautiful woman. All men are losing their heads for the Earl."

You laughed and smiled at him innocently. "Men are losing their heads for the power, not the person. Marrying me would be an easy gate to the throne. They don't see a beautiful woman, they see a way to be someone important."

He smiled at you and simply stole a kiss from your lips.

You growled and didn't kiss him back, pushing him away. "Good to know you are no different than all other men," you muttered wiping your lips.

Thanks to Gods, Ivar wasn't here because if he saw this, the whole feast would turn into a bloodbath.

But Ivar knew well what happened.

His eyes widened once Hvitserk told him what he saw while checking the situation in the settlement.

Oh, Ivar felt huge rage and jealousy, he couldn't stop himself from smashing his hand a few times against a wooden wall. "Knew this will end like this!"

Vali walked slowly into the room. The poor boy was sleepy but Ivar's loud behavior woke him up.

"What's wrong... Why is daddy so loud?," He muttered, rubbing his eyes but still smiled seeing Hvitserk. "Uncle?"

Older Ragnarsson picked Vali up. "Hey there, little one. Nothing is wrong, your father just got a little angry. He didn't mean to wake you up," He said, hugging the boy.

"I'm sorry," Ivar mumbled and turned to face his son. "I didn't mean to wake you up, son."

The boy yawned and nodded, nuzzling to his uncle

Hvitserk sighed, patting the boy's back. "As I was saying. That's what I saw but knowing her, it was a one-site thing. She pushed him away and didn't look pleased with all," he explained, trying his best to not mention your name when Vali was in his arms.

Ivar didn't reply, instead, he rubbed his temple with a shaking hand. "I gotta go there. I can't be here, and she can't be there. Alone. She's just a helpless woman after all."

Older brother raised an eyebrow. "She? Helpless? If she would hear that, you would get punched. Hard," he chuckled and shook his head. "You can't go there. He thinks I am just gone and you are dead. She can take care of herself."

"I don't want her to be taking care of this on her own, understood? This is our place. And he's nothing but a son of the bloody, sorry for the phrase, bitch that killed our mother."

"Mother says that it’s a bad word," Vali said quietly.

"And she is right," Hvitserk nodded, hugging the boy.

"So? What are we doing? The leader here is her loyal friend, shall we leave Vali with his family and go back?”

Ivar rubbed his chin. "No. You'll stay with the boy, and I'll go visit them."

"I don't think it's a good idea. I want to go there too. She needs my help as well."

"Vali. You're too young, but I believe we can have great use in you tonight," Ivar said softly. "Do you want to join me and your uncle?"

Hvitserk raised an eyebrow and looked at the half-asleep boy in his arms.

Vali nodded.

"I'll let you hold the reins. We are going to meet your mom. Shall we?"

Vali gasped and suddenly was fully awake, all excited and happy. "I want to hold the reins! I will be like you! I want to see mommy! I miss her."

Older brother shook his head. "Let's go then. Lead the way, brother."

"Son, put your furs on, and meet me and uncle outside," Ivar instructed simply as he walked slowly outside the building.

Hvitserk set the boy down and ruffled his hair. "Go, I will wait for you here."

Vali nodded and quickly ran off to find his fur. Once he was dressed he followed Hvitserk to join Ivar.

Ivar was leaning against the chariot, supporting his weight on one straightened arm, grasping tightly the edge of the chariot.

He felt incredibly bad, another wave of burning pain washed his anger off, leaving him vulnerable.

Once he spotted his son with the corner of his eye, he raised his head and smiled the pain off. "Get in, little warrior."

Vali jumped in and looked at his father. "Are you okay, father? Are you in pain again? Mom will be worried," he said.

"I'm fine," Ivar assured and kissed the top of the boy's head.

He never knew he could lie so easily, without the slightest blink of an eye.

You always loved feasts, no matter if they were big or small. It was a great way to relax and forget about the worries of the day but this time it was different.

You lacked Ivar and Vali's presence. Your mind was occupied by the thoughts about them. Were they okay, was everything okay with their health?

Letting out a deep sigh, you took a sip out of your horn, trying to calm down.

Bjørn lurking around didn't help you much.

Bjørn couldn't take his eyes off you. Such a powerful woman, ruling all alone, surrounded by many men. There was something beneath the surface, he could feel you weren't fully honest with him.

Suddenly, the door to the Great Hall opened, and two figures stepped in. It was Ivar, Vali and Hvitrserk.

You stood up as soon as you saw them. Suddenly the facade of a strong, alone Earl fell and it was replaced by a loving mother and wife. "Ivar! Vali!" You almost ran to them.

Cupping Ivar's cheek, you looked at him and your son. "Are you two okay? Is Vali sick? Are you in pain, love?" You asked and looked at Hvitserk. "Are you okay?"

Ivar's arm wrapped tightly around your waist, he pulled you close to his body and kissed you deeply, slipping his tongue past your lips, easily dominating the kiss.

Bjørn, looking very surprised, got off his spot and walked closer. "Well, well, and we all thought you were long dead, Ivar."

"I bet many of your people cheered once they heard the news about my death," Ivar smiled wryly, yet his eyes remained old as stones. "What are you doing in my little kingdom?"

"Your kingdom? Ha, that's funny," Bjørn shook his head and looked at you, offering a cold glance of his, still checking your body. "I thought Earl Wolf was the leader."

"She is not only the leader but first and foremost my wife and mother of my son," Ivar snapped through clenched teeth. "So better keep your dirty hands off her, understood?"

You licked your lips after the kiss and nodded your head. "That's true. I am indeed an Earl."

After saying this you picked Vali up and hugged him tightly, happy to see him. "I wasn't fully honest with you, Bjørn Ironside but now I am. This is my dear husband and our son. I don't need to introduce you to Hvitserk."

Bjørn's hands clenched into the fists. How such a beautiful woman could end up with his crippled half-brother and Hvitserk, who was presumed dead as well. "Fine then. What a beautiful family you have," eldest Ragnarsson let out a growl as he leaned down to grab Ivar by his shoulder. "You should be burnt alive for what you've done to my people."

"Your people, Ironside?," Ivar laughed.

"Mine and my mothers’," he reminded him. "And you," Bjørn pointed at Hvitserk, "Traitor. Ubbe was right when he claimed you can't be trusted."

"ONE MORE WORD, IRONSIDE!," You growled and gave him a cold glance, pushing his hand off of your husband's shoulder. "I want to remind you where you are. You are in my lair, if you dare to touch anyone from my family I will cut your hands off myself," You informed him resting your free hand on the sword that was hanging on your side.

Bjørn smiled and looked directly at you. "So that was the reason you were so cold. Because you offered your life to serve a fucking cripple who fucked you years ago. Ridiculous and pathetic," Ironside grunted.

He looked back at Ivar, the eldest brother pulled him closer easily, looking him deeply in the eyes. "Remember my words, cripple. There will be a day when my sword will pierce your useless body, stirring your guts, bathing in the blood of yours. The day will come when you'll be begging for my mercy."

Bjørn offered his half-brother a wry smirk and simply spat him in the face.

All the chatters went quiet around the room.

"Father…," Vali whimpered and quickly hid his face in the fur you were wearing.

This made you angry. "That's enough. Warriors!"

At that moment your men surrounded you and Bjørn.

"If you want to leave this place alive and still have men to fight against Harald, I suggest you leave." You pulled out your sword and smiled at him. "I may be known for my hospitality but I won't stop myself from killing you when you try to lay your hands on my family."

For the first time in his entire lifetime, Ivar didn't react. It wasn't yet caused by the fact his son would witness his cruelty.

Ivar faced the pain strong like never before. The burning feeling spread across his body, from legs, along the spine, right to the brain. It made him stiffened, unable to move. All he could do was raise his chin to look at Bjørn. "Get out," he demanded quietly.

Bjørn scoffed. "Ivar the Boneless, who doesn't want to end up in a fight? What's wrong with you, brother? Did your lovely wife cut the things you call balls off completely, huh?!"

"That's enough, Bjørn. Leave if you know what is good for you," Hvitserk said, calling the warriors over.

They easily pulled Bjørn away from your husband while others gathered his warriors.

"Throw them out, I don't want him or his filthy soldiers here. Never again. There will be no trade path nor any other help," You said simply pointing the sword at him.

"You'll regret your decision, Earl Wolf, sooner or later," Bjørn warned before vanishing from sight of yours.

You didn't care about his threats, after all, you weren't getting ready for the war. All you cared about was your family.

Hvitserk left the three of you to make sure Bjørn left for good.

When the Great Hall was free from any kind of intruders, you quickly walked to Ivar. "Love, are you okay?"

Vali also looked at him, the boy was just as worried as you were.

Ivar turned his head slightly, he didn't look at you, his eyes fixed on the floor right at his feet. "Yes," he replied. "Take our son to bed, he will be tired after that day."

"No! I don't want to go to bed. I want to stay with you and mom," Vali protested loudly, shaking his head.

Ivar sighed. "Fine then."

Slowly, step by step, he headed to the room he shared with you and your son.

With one gesture he sent all the thralls away.

Of course, you followed him.

You closed the door behind yourself and then set Vali on the floor.

The boy immediately ran up to his father.

"Ivar. What's wrong, love?" You asked, walking closer.

"I said it's fine," he snapped a little too viciously but he was simply tired of everyone asking him whether he was doing well.

Vali jumped a little at his father's harsh tone and moved back to you to hide under the heavy black fur.

You sighed and nodded, stroking the boy's hair. "Very well then. Come on Vali, mom will put you to sleep."

Ivar sat alone for a long moment, considering his current situation.

In the end, quietly, without letting anyone know, he got up and slowly left the chamber and then the great hall.

He headed to the hill he used to sit on with his son, telling him stories of his family.

Putting Vali to sleep was as hard as when he was just a baby.

Boy was confused, scared, and worried but thanks to Gods you somehow calmed him down and he was fast asleep.

You were even more confused when you realized Ivar was gone. Ivar was fully capable of taking care of himself but he was your husband, it was normal that you were worried.

You quickly changed into something more comfortable than that stupid dress.

After this, you went to check the place you knew Ivar loved to visit.

As you walked closer, you could see his dark figure.

Wrapped in thick bear fur, Ivar was sitting on the large rock, looking at the endless horizon. He was sobbing quietly.

There was a lot you wanted to say but instead of that, you decided to stay quiet. You walked closer and sat right next to him.

He quickly wiped his cheeks with the top of his palms. "I didn't hear you coming," he stated quietly.

"What can I say? I am good at sneaking," you smiled softly and took his hand in yours. "You know, love, it's good to cry sometimes. It clears your mind and helps calm ragged nerves."

"I'm a warrior. I shouldn't be crying," he told you softly but nuzzled to your palm.

"Ivar. I am a warrior too and I cry too. I cried a lot in the past and look at me," you shrugged. "Nothing bad happened to me."

"Pain knocks on the door and walks right in, the visitor that leaves in their own time. All we can do is learn from it, grow in our empathy for others in pain, and do what we can to recover and regain good health, which is not so easy," he stated carefully. "I feel weak, for days now. I can barely walk, each step is like thousands of needles were pinned into my spine and legs, it makes it impossible to breathe."

"Ivar...," You whispered, squeezing his hand. "Why didn't you tell me? I am your wife, the person that can lean on and will never be judged. No matter what, I would burn the whole of Norway and England just to help you ease your pain."

"The truth is no one can help me, you know this," he replied easily.

"Don't say that, Ivar. Remember the healer that helped with my scares? You said you felt much better after things he made for you," you remained him. "You can be sure that I would go to him again, just to help you."

"I am useless," he simply rolled to his side and laid his head on your lap, seeking comfort of any kind. "All I do is stir shit around us. I wish I was a good person but I am not and will never be."

"You aren't useless, Ivar. You do a lot around here. You support me and help me carry the burden of being an Earl, without you I would break like a thin twig," You whispered as your hand started to gently stroke his hair. "You teach our son what being loved means, you show him how important the family is. You teach him to be a real man. I know you made many mistakes in the past but you learned from them a lot."

Your lap was so comfortable that he closed his eyes, humming almost. "You ease everything that bothers me, dear wife. You forgave me a lot, and I can't describe how grateful I am."

"Maybe my life was different from yours in some parts but it teaches me that it's not always fair," You bent down a little to kiss his head. "I am happy to have you back in my life as my dear husband. No matter your flaws and mistakes because no one is free from those."

"Don't you sometimes think about how it would be to have a normal husband? Not a cripple, not a murderous and egocentric man like me?"

You chuckled. "I would if my husband wasn't normal but for me he is. Ivar the Boneless, my husband is the most wonderful man that ever lived. Loving husband and father, he is also the greatest warrior I ever knew."

Oh, you tickled his ego just fine. He slowly rolled on his back, raised his chin to look you in the eyes. "You're my morning star and salvation," he reached his hand out and touched your cheek, slowly caressing smooth skin.

"You are my life and my whole world. There would be no me without you, my love," you hummed and turned your head to place a kiss on his hand.

He smiled. "Love? Do you remember the one particular talk we shared some time ago? About growing our little family?

You nodded. "How could I forget, love? You told me that you wish for a big family."

"I want and on the other hand, I don't," he replied smoothly, tugging the furs tighter around his form. "I wouldn't take your suffering during labor. I don't want to... I can't lose you."

"How about we try for one more? Just so our boy can have a sibling," You smiled at him. "I am a strong woman, my body can take it. You won't lose me."

"I'm just scared, for I can't risk your life or well-being, I did it once already," Ivar caressed your cheek.

"Don't be scared, love. This time it will be different. We will be together, from the beginning till the end," you whispered, touching his hand.

He nodded and sat up slowly. "Shall we go back to our nest?," He asked. "To our boy?"

"We shall, after today I am sure he will visit our bed at some point in the night," you got up and offered him your arm. "Let me help you, my dear husband."

It took him longer to get up and stand properly on his shaking feet.

A slow walk to the settlement was filled with talks about your future and plans.

Even if the walk took longer than usual you didn't mind it at all. After this chaotic day, you

needed some time with him.

Back in your room, you helped him bathe and change. The whole time was filled with talks and sweet words.

The bed was comfortable as never before.

"Ivar? I am happy to have you," you whispered, nuzzling to your pillow.

"So am I to have you by my side," he replied softly, offering you his shoulder to lean on. "I won't lie, I was so jealous of Bjørn kissing you."

You nuzzled to his shoulder. "Just so you know. I did not kiss him back, it was one side thing,"

"I heard," he claimed and kissed the top of your head.

"I hope you believe what you heard," you sighed.

Suddenly the door to your shared bedroom started to open slowly. "Mommy... Daddy..."

Ivar rested his upper body on elbows. "Vali? What is it, son?"

"Can't sleep. I am scared the big man will return," the boy said, rubbing his eyes. "I know I am big... But can I sleep with you and mom?"

Ivar pretended to consider the boy's request for a longer time. "Let it be," he shifted the furs aside to make room for his son. "Jump in."

Vali smiled and quickly climbed into the bed to get comfortable between his parents.

You kissed his forehead, wrapping the fur tightly around him. "Comfortable?" You asked and he nodded.

Ivar smiled at his son and pecked his cheek. "Now, close your beautiful eyes and sleep. Your mother and father are here and will always protect you."

The boy yawned and nodded, nuzzling to the pillow. He smiled and closed his eyes.

Ivar looked at you and smiled, resting his head against the boy.

You got comfortable and reached over Vali to take Ivar's hand. "My two handsome boys. Lights of my life."

Ivar smirked at you and kissed the top of your palm.

Baby Sister || Sam Drake x Adler!Reader

Summary: You’re the baby sister of Rafe Adler. It’s been a while since he was imprisoned in Panama jail in an attempt to get a clue on his treasure hunting. Missing him dearly as he is the only family member that left you, you make your way into the prison to meet with Rafe. Unfortunately, he isn’t happy seeing you. The entire situation ends in you and Samuel Drake getting a bit too close to one another.

Warnings: Smut! ♥

Words: 4194

Authors: Cass & Rouge

PART 1

It has been half a year since the day your older brother, Rafael Adler, was imprisoned in Panama prison.

Missing him dearly, you begged the director of the facility to let you meet with your brother. It took you several visits to gain man's trust of not being smuggler of any kind, and in the end you've gotten a permit.

That day the gates of Panama prison opened for you widely, and two guards escorted you directly to a meeting room.

Dressed in a black, flared dress that reached half of your thighs, and flat, white sneakers, you stepped inside the outpost.

There was a horrible kind of climate of fear and paranoia there, it made a cold shiver run down your spine.

Some nasty comments addressed to you by prisoners while you were following the guards along a desolated corridor made your involuntary gag reflex harder than ever before.

Soon, the three of you have reached a huge, steel door. One of the guards opened them with a key that was previously attached to his belt. You were allowed inside, and as soon as you stepped in, you saw Rafael standing next to the window, he was peeking outside, at a prison yard.

"Rafael!," Your voice was nothing more but a quiet mumble.

Rafe wasn't happy, not even a little bit.

He knew there were problems coming when he heard from Vargas that there was a young girl begging to let her meet with a brother.

"What are you doing in here, huh? I told you to stay away from it, does your little female brain have problems with processing words?,” He growled, crossing arms over his chest. The last thing he needed now was his little sister dragging him and the whole job down.

Without regard for his rough words, you approached him and simply nuzzled to his chest.

The gap between the two of you wasn't too big, yet he was 5 years older than you.

Since when he was gone from your family home, you had to take care of yourself, and it was rather a thankless task. You didn't know what to do, and cried thousands of years after him.

Even though his attitude towards you was always harsh, you loved him dearly. He was your only family, and he was a role model in your eyes.

You and Rafe exchanged a lot of letters, he assured in them that he missed you equally much as you did miss him.

"It's been so long, brother. I was so scared you might be hurt... You stopped responding to my letters, so I did everything to be allowed in here... I just had to check whether you're in good health or not..."

Rafe rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed.

"Are you done with yapping? I told you I am busy with Drakes, I am not going to waste my time on silly letters," man added, looking at you. "I left you home with everything you needed. I even hired this stupid butler just to make sure you won't die out there."

Rafe tried his best to get rid of you. Yes, you were his only family member, but most of the time you were a bit too much to handle for him. Following and nagging him. "Do you need anything?"

"I missed you... That's all," you whispered sadly and quickly took a place on a metal chair standing at the tip of a metal table. "The butler won't replace my brother, in any way. The house is so huge, so empty and cold without you being there," you lowered your head.

Anytime he was raising his tone on you, he was guilt-tripping you. You were only a girl, and even your desperate attempts in getting his attention (like trying to study all the stuff he needed in his so called work), you were always pushed aside in the end.

"If that's all you can go back home. I really don't have time for sensitivity, I didn't come here for pleasure. I. Am. Working. Here!," He said loudly, hands clenched in fists.

Rafe honestly had enough of you already. You're always coming to him because you wanted to show pointless stuff, or you needed something. It was driving him crazy sometimes.

Lowering your head, you bit your lower lip hard. You closed eyes for a moment, trying your best to hold the tears back. You never knew what you have done wrong in your lifetime to deserve such a treatment from his side.

When you cooled down a little, you got up, and not looking at him you walked to the door and banged them to let guards know the visit was finished.

"It was nice to see you all well after all," you whispered.

"Sit down," Rafe said suddenly, pointing on the metal chair. "Now," he ordered harshly.

Blinking and being taken aback by his sudden interest, you looked at him above your shoulder.

In the same moment one of the guards peeked inside.

In Spanish you thanked him and assured it won't take you long, because apparently your brother wants to tell you something.

As soon as the door was closed again, you took a seat.

"Now, stay here," he muttered, briefly patting the top of your head. "Don't even move," Rafe instructed before leaving the room, he knew the guard won't be a problem. Rafe paid a lot to get himself and Drake brothers in here after all.

A few minutes later the door opened again, but this time it wasn't Rafe. It was one of Drake brothers, the older one to be exact.

"Hello? Rafe said that there might be a nice lady to talk to?," Sam hummed and looked at you with a cigarette slipped between his lips. "Hey."

You frowned, but remained quiet, and didn't even shift in your spot. You observed the man, and you did recognise him after many of your brother stories. It was probably Samuel Drake, the older from Drake brothers. The one who had to be an expert in pirate stuff that Rafe needed so desperately in his work.

You licked your lips, and tilted your head a little. "Where's Rafe?"

Sam moved the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to another. "Um, I don't know. He said there is a nice lady here, and went on with his stuff. I'd come with my little brother, but sadly he is busy as well. You would love him, he is younger and more your age, but of course not as charming as I am," he winked and sat on the chair right in front of you.

In the first impulse you wanted to get out of the room. You were all alone with a complete stranger. Rafe has left you to the wolves again, you weren't even surprised. Instead, a rage was filling your soul.

But then a realization came to your mind; if this was one of Drake brothers, you could prove your brother your real value by trying to get some information from this man. You decided to play a little game.

You rested your chin on your hand. "So you must be the older from Drake duo," whispering, you tilted your head aside and smiled on h sweetly.

Sam nodded with a smile on his lips. "Yup! Samuel Drake at your service."

Sam heard about you, mostly about how annoying you were, but here he was, right in front of you. You were sitting in front of him in this beautiful dress, you looked cute to him. "So... He left you here? All alone?"

With a little shrug a little sigh came along. "As you can see," you looked down on your hands and rubbed them together. "My brother was never an effusive person, especially not when it came to me," adding, you slowly got up from your place and walked to the window.

Sam nodded slowly. "I can tell, we spent some time together and honestly I am surprised. I am an older brother myself, I would die for Nathan," he summed up.

Listening to his words, you peeked out of the window to see a few guards with guns patrolling the yard.

You turned to the man that was trapped with you in a room, slowly bending your ass against the low windowsill. "Your brother's lucky then."

Sam watched you without saying a word.

You decided to take over control. Knowing the place he was in, you assumed it must have been a great while since he held a woman in his arms. Playing with emotions was something you were thankful to Rafe for teaching you.

You walked to the man and simply took a seat on his lap. Gently playing with his sideburn, you licked your lips. "I've heard you're a specialist from pirates. Is that true? Are you currently looking for a treasure? My brother was telling me you're good at this."

It was happening quickly, but he didn't mind at all, they all were locked down there for a bit too long, and he surely missed the woman's company. "Yes, I am a pirate expert, and yes, we are looking for a treasure. That's why our asses are stuck in here."

"I was always interested in my brother's work, though he didn't want to share anything with me," you whispered in a sad tone. "Do you know where to look for this treasure or whatever it is?," You asked sweetly after a moment of silence. Your fingers trailed up and down his chest.

Sam chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Listen, little one, I know you tried to find out something so you could tell your brother, but sadly that ship has sailed. Rafe knows about everything we do," Drake shrugged, patting your hip.

You blinked a few times, his words surprised you much. Shifting slightly in your place, you bit your lower lip, and looked him in the eye.

Sam grabbed your chin, his thumb gently stroked it. "What's wrong, Y/N?," He asked simply.

"I...," You mumbled and went quiet. You felt like a complete idiot. First, you tried to seduce the man to get information about him. And he figured your plan out so quickly.

Your eyes glistened as you gazed at him; he was a handsome man.

"Want me to get you out of here? I can walk you to the guard station. Just talk to me," Drake stated, rubbing your back.

You didn't know how to behave. Taking he was an enemy of some kind, you should have kicked him right in the balls. But on the other hand, he was kind to you all the time, even if you tried to mock him. "Yes, please," you asked politely.

Sam helped you get off his lap, then he got up and walked you to the door. Sam even opened them for you. "Honestly, pity you don't want to stay longer, but it was a pleasure to meet you after all."

You stopped him from opening the door fully. You didn't know why you acted this way, but an urge grew within your body. It's been a while since you were with a man as well. You didn't know why, but this guy was turning your head upside down. "No," you whispered and closed them, you leaned your back against the steel.

Sam chuckled. "Are you like one of those typical women that don't know what they want?," He teased you.

Blushing, you turned your head aside.

Thinking about your past, you knew you made a lot of mistakes. You knew it was wrong to blindly follow your brother's will, yet you did.

But now you wanted to decide for yourself. At least once in a lifetime. If he left you alone, like a prey you seemingly were to him, you had a right to use the situation as well, hadn't you?

You wrapped your arms around the man's chest and nuzzled him.

Sam wrapped his arms around you.

You were cute, the whole 'I can't decide' thing was getting into him.

Sam grabbed your hips and picked you up to take a good look at you. "Is there something you want to tell me, sweetheart?"

"I have never met a man as handsome and mysterious as you," you mumbled openly, giggling as he picked you up.

"And I have never met a girl as sweet and small as you," Sam said, surprised at how light you were. "So, what shall I do with you now, huh?," He hummed nuzzling to you. Sam was aware of your intention but he wanted to hear it from you.

"Put me down, that's first," you asked calmly, and as soon as he did, you looked up into his eyes. He was twice your height, towering over you like skyscrapers over a block. "Second," you pretended to be thinking hardly, "if I'm Adler, and if you're Drake, then we can think about some nice way to bury the hatchet."

"Well, that would be nice if we would have any 'hatchet' to bury, love, and we have none," Sam said, looking down on you. "I have never seen you before and if you will try to play around some more I will simply leave."

"What am I supposed to say?," You whispered.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N. Rafe told me to take care of you and I will gladly do this," Sam muttered with a mischievous grin.

You smiled at him and tilted your head aside. "Take me to my brother."

Sam rolled his eyes and lit the cigarette.

Soon, he led you out of the room and took you to Rafe.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, even Drake had enough of you?," Rafe asked deeppy annoyed as soon as he spotted you entering the yard.

As your brother was sitting with a few men, you excused them and tugged on his sleeve. "What the fuck was that?," You asked him in a lowered voice. "Who the fuck I am for you? A fucking toy you can toss everywhere and to anyone you want?," You asked him as you walked aside for a bit.

"I never asked you to tag along, you always followed me like an annoying little brat you truly are," Rafe growled. "You are an adult, go get a life and stop following me," Adler said, not even trying to be quiet.

Sam frowned at the whole situation. He didn't know you too long, but he was more than sure you didn't deserve such a treatment.

Clenching teeth, you swallowed hard. And shortly after, you aimed your brother a robust slap right in the face. Glaring up at him, you snarled. "You're deluded, brother. Think about this when you'll be fucking rotting here, all alone, with no one to reach a hand toward you. A fucking lone fool. Remember, there are still things you can't buy with your bloody cash."

You were surprised by your own behaviour and the fact you dug in your heels against Rafael.

The next moment, you stormed off the yard.

Rafe didn't take it to himself, he didn't care. "One problem less," Rafe summed up before returning to his mates.

Sam was the one to run after you. "Hey, hey. Wait, you can't just walk alone. Not here," he informed you simply.

"What can happen?," You snarled in a response. "If I'd vanish once and for all, he'd be the one to dance happily on my grave."

"You can get hurt here, and please, don't say that," Sam grabbed your arm to stop you. "You can't act like this only because he's a dick."

"I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want to," you turned to face the man.

"You are an adult, you are free to do what you want, but it doesn't mean you can waste your life just because your brother is a dick. You should show you are better than he thinks you are," Sam explained.

You listen to his words. The man seemed very wise and very down to earth. Definitely your type.

Without thinking too much, you climbed on tiptoes, pulled him by a collar, and crushed your lips on his.

Sam gladly kissed you back, after a moment he pulled away with a smile. "I did not expect that," he admitted.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you grabbed his palm. With a mischievous grin, you pulled him behind you. With a corner of your eye you spotted a guard leaving one of the rooms, and you decided to risk it all, pulling the man in that direction.

Sam wasn't really sure about it, they had things to do and they were treated like normal prisoners, but he followed you anyway. After all, you were sweet. Sweet enough to make him go after you. "You are a crazy, little girl."

You simply pushed him inside the room. You decided that if there would be anyone, you'd lie quickly that the man was leading you to the exit and you two messed the way.

Fortunately, the room was empty. As soon as the door closed right behind the two of you, you pushed the man on the wall. You once again climbed on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time you let your tongue dance with his one a little. And you had to admit that he was an amazing kisser.

Sam kissed you back, grabbing your waist. He gave you the possibility of dominating him in the kiss.

But then he picked you up and soon you were pressed to the wall. "Time to change places, sweetheart."

Humming willingly, you let the man press you to the wall.

As he broke the kiss, you gasped loudly, sadly, as the contact was lost.

Sam smiled at you before dropping to his knees, he wanted to take his time with you, but sadly he couldn't. It wasn't a five star hotel, it was a prison after all. "Let's see what are you hiding there, princess," Sam hummed before moving the skirt of your dress up.

You licked your lips and parted them, observing his actions. He was so sure of what he was doing, it impressed you very much. As the blush hit your face, you let your eyes closed.

Sam teased you through your panties, just a little bit to get you ready. Then he pulled your panties aside and attacked your clit like he was a starving beast.

You gasped and instinctively muffled yourself by putting a curled hand to your lips. He gave you a new sensation. Of course, you did have sex, but only oral one and only with your former boyfriend who was just as inexperienced as you. Sam, on the other hand, was playing with you wisely, discovering a new level of desire to you.

"You like it, huh?," Sam asked, playing with your clit.

He raised to his feet, looking at you with a cocky smile.

"I wish I could eat that sweet pussy properly but looking at our poor position. This needs to wait, you are wet for me anyway," Sam winked and picked you up, pressing you to the wall.

At this moment Sam was thankful that his prison uniform was loose and easy to remove.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he picked you up a little. Your legs wrapped quickly around his hips as your hands rushed to tug his pants down. Oh, how much he was turning you on! "I need you, so much!"

"Oh you will get it, babe. I can promise you that, you will get whatever you need," Sam assured you before pulling his pants down, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was standing proudly. "How much do you want it?"

"So much!," you gasped and reached out to grab his erected cock. You gave it a stroke or two, your palm wrapped tightly around his shaft. You tried to guide him right inside of you.

"But keep your hands up here, babe. I'll do the work," Sam instructed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You simply relax and sing for me."

After those words Sam started to slowly penetrate your sweet pussy, he could feel that even if you had sex in past, a guy did a poor job.

"Hell! Fuck!," You moaned quietly, right into man's ear. A cold shiver ran along your spine. "Fuck, oh God!," You were moaning louder and louder. "You're so big! I can't take it!," You kissed the man's cheek, and moved to suck on his neck. His skin tasted with sweat, but you didn't mind.

"Oh I can bet you can take it, “ he hummed, rubbing your belly lovingly. "And a bit more than just my cock. Just relax," Sam purred, giving you one hard thrust before returning to gently pace. He didn't want to hurt you in any way.

"Ah!," You mumbled and nuzzled to his neck. Instantly, as soon as he made a hard thrust, you felt how wet you became and that your walls got loosened a bit. You tried to cool your breath down.

"You see? I told you that you can take it. Such a good girl," Sam smiled at the nice feeling of your walls loosening a bit around him. Knowing this he started to move faster, Sam knew you can take it. "You are doing a great job, babe,” he hummed, moving his hand into your hair to pull them gently.

You wrapped arms tighter around his neck and gasped right into his ear. He felt so amazing in you. He stretched you oh so well! "Fuck, fuck, so good, so hot, fuck...," You raised your tone a little and rolled head back.

Sam chuckled at your moans and cupped your cheek to make you look at him. "Oh, I know this all, sweetheart and I can say that you feel amazing around my cock,” without more unnecessary words Sam pulled you into a kiss, he was getting close to his climax.

You cupped his face in hands and kissed him. The kiss was messy, rapid. You gasped for air when you broke the kiss. "Oh, God, something is.... Oh, my God!," You mumbled as your walls started clenching.

Sam smiled against your lips.

"Oh, you poor thing, no one ever made you reach your peak? Let me show you how the real man does it, you'll love it,” he hummed, his hand moved between your bodies to play with your clit. "Just don't hold it, babe."

You rolled head back, your eyes shut closed, your lips parted and thighs squeezing man's hips. Your nails dug into his back where you scratched him. "I'm cumming!," You screamed.

"Good girl,” Sam hummed into your ear. His hips didn't stop to move even after your climax. "Now, tell me, do you want to be a good girl or do you want me to fill you up?"

"I want to be a good girl," you whispered. "Please!"

Sam let out a sad sigh, he expected a bit more from you. "As you wish. Pity ‘cuz I am not a fan of good girls,” he slowly pulled his cock out of you, Sam gave himself a few strokes before painting your clothed belly with his warm, thick seed. "That was good."

You licked your lips and gasped, immediately you went down to your knees and wrapped lips around his shaft. You only smirked and bobbed your head back and forth, sucking on him.

He moved his hand into your hair pulling at them. "This feels nice but that's enough, Y/N. You sucked me dry, babe."

 You ran the tip of your tongue along his shaft for the very last time.

Sam chuckled and helped you get up. Pulling his pants up he looked at you, of course he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "That was something girl," Sam hummed, puffing out some smoke.

You looked at him innocently. "Did you... Enjoy it? Truly?," You looked like you were seeking confirmation in his eyes. It was your very first time with a skilled man and you felt so exposed.

"Oh, I did enjoy it. Truly," he said and kissed your cheek. "I promise you one thing: as soon as we will be out of this hell - I will find you and we'll play some more."

"You somehow know where to look for me," you bit your lower lip.

At this moment the door to the room opened and a guard rushed inside. "What the fuck!"

"I told you she is here just wandering around. I knew she would be a problem," Rafe said to the guards with his back pressed to the wall, Nathan stood next to him completely confused.

You shrugged. "I pressed on him to go there, I thought this is where the exit is," you explained, laying smoothly

Everyone looked at you. The guards frowned and grabbed you, simply dragging you away.

Before you were pushed outside the outpost, you turned your head around. "Thank you for

guiding me

, Samuel!"

♥ Dangerously Perfect Match ♥ || Part II

♥Part I♥

Summary: You’re the Earl of little settlement deep inside the forests of Norway. After Ragnar Lothbrok’s death you and your warriors travel to England to support Ragnar’s sons in the battle against Christians. Shortly after a victory, you and Ivar turned out to be a dangerously perfect match?

Warnings: explicit content - smut

Words: 8846

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It's not that you all expected plain sailing, or for winds to be kind, the waves to be gentle; it's that you trusted your ships to carry yourselves to shore no matter the weather. It was a confidence born of faith, of feeling to your bones that with such tenacity you could achieve anything at all. They said it's only impossible until it's done, that was your motto under all skies, upon all seas.

Thankfully, Gods fostered your attempts of getting back to Norway - despite the storms and heavy rain, all the longships made it back to the homeland.

A smile spread across your lips, it was good to be back home.

Dressed in your usual attire with addition of a new warm cloak gifted by Ivar, you stood at the front of your ship. Holding the ropes tightly you turned to your troops. "We made it, friends! Gods blessed us and allowed us to return home so we can fight yet another day!,” You yelled and your people's voices reared loudly.

Ivar kept his eyes fixed on you since the moment you left England. He wasn't truly happy with you sailing among your warriors but it's your decision, with which he couldn't argue. They needed their Earl after all. He rolled head back to rest it against the wooden edge of the boat.

"Land sighted, master!," One of his men shouted.

"Drop the canvas," Ivar ordered as he propped head on the edge of the boat to admire the beautifulness of the shoreline.

Of course, his glance also moved to look at you. Oh, how he missed your body next to his.

Hvitserk's tone pulled him out of thoughtfulness. "Are you sure it's a good idea? Harald Finehair isn't a person you can fully trust."

"I trust no one," Ivar snapped back. "I have the last say."

You walked among your people, gently touching the shoulders of your warriors. It was a simple gesture, a little bit of a comfort and small thanks for their loyalty.

For now this was all you could do, to show your gratitude toward them all.

The ship moored in Harald's docks. You heard a lot about him and his ambitions, and honestly you expected much more from his settlement.

After jumping off of your ship you let out a sigh of relief. Solid ground under your feet. "I hope you didn't miss me too much, Ivar?," You asked him with a cocky smile which was partially hidden by your mask. Since it was damaged in the battle you didn't bother to fix it or make a new you. It was enough your scars weren't fully visible.

Ivar's blue eyes glistened in the rays of the setting sun, and his long lashes casted a little shadow on his clearly defined cheeks. "You need to answer this question to yourself, dear Earl."

After these words he passed you, offering you a mischievous grin as he did.

Hvitserk, who jumped out of the boat on the pier, gave you a long glance, his brows cocked. "Why are you questioning such an obvious thing?"

The red line on his nose reminded you about your last true interaction back in York. "It's called teasing, Hvitserk. Men love it. It's time to learn it."

Humming, you quickly boarded the ship that brothers traveled in. You crouched in front of the bishop and gently caressed his cheek to see if he even survived the long trip.

Man instantly reacted to your touch; he winced and spat right into your face. "Get off me, heathen whore."

You flinched and growled, wiping the spit of your face. Getting up to your feet, you pointed at one of your men. "Bring me one of my furs." Once the fur was in your hands, you wrapped it around the man that just insulted you. "Since Ivar has big predictions when it comes to you. The last thing we want is you getting ill."

Bishop was glaring up at you, not being sure whether you were mocking him or not. Your behavior was completely out of anything he could have expected. Deep inside Heahmund appreciated the fur being wrapped around his shoulders as he was cold.

"Now. You should be all warm," you muttered, tucking the fur in all the right places to shield him completely from the bitter cold. "Now, you can say that a heathen whore helped you." After those words you simply walked away to join Ivar and Hvitserk.

Two men tugged on the ropes wrapped tightly around his neck and wrists, pulling bishop behind them. He hated his position, but it was still better than death from pagans hands.

Harald groaned annoyed, getting comfortable in his throne. Last thing he expected or really needed was Ragnarssons visiting him. He already knew that young Ivar meant troubles. King watched them walk inside the great hall.

Hvitserk was the first one in, taking a comfortable for him spot on one of the tables, while Ivar shuffled behind with his crutch.

To his surprise there was one more visitor; a young woman in a mask. Suddenly the visit became much more interesting. "Ivar and Hvitserk Lothbrok. Why did you not return to Kattegat? I can also see you brought an interesting guest," Harald said with his deep, hoarse voice, pointing his finger at you.

Ivar stopped at the podium and leaned his weight on his crutches. "She's my guest," he said, pointing his chin on you. "You know we couldn't return to Kattegat. That witch, Lagherta, is still a Queen. Me and my brother are looking for alliances that could let us overtake the throne. The throne that belongs to us."

Harald raised from his throne and walked closer to the guests, nodding his head. "Ah, yes. As I can see your need for revenge on Lagertha is burning with a flame that will never go out." King smiled and took your hands into his much bigger and warmer palms. "I know the sons of Ragnar but I have never seen you with any of them. Who are you?"

"My people call me Earl Wolf but my name is Y/N. It's an honor to meet the future king of whole Norway," you said with your voice sweet as honey.

"The pleasure is all mine, Y/N," Harald said before placing a kiss to your palm.

Ivar kept his face straight but the fact you let Harald touch you pierced his heart like a cold needle. "Can we get to the planning? I am not going to spend another hour waiting for you two to exchange pleasantries," young man growled.

Hvitserk, who observed the entire situation while standing in the back of the chamber, snorted quietly. He would never think his brother fell in love so easily.

"Ivar. You brought a beautiful woman in and don't even let me take all of her beauty in," king rolled his eyes.

"As a lady, you flatter me but as the Earl I need to agree. We came here in important matters," you said. "social talks can wait until much calmer times. I can promise you we will have a moment for ourselves."

Listening to you, Harald smiled softly and nodded. "Beautiful and smart. Let's get to planning then. Ivar, I am listening. What do you expect?"

Ivar turned head to throw you a cold glance; did you just plan to spend some time with Harald? Did you really say it aloud in his presence?

"Let's get somewhere where not many curious eyes are on us."

Hvitserk, seeing how his brother and rest are moving to another chamber, followed them.

Oh, Ivar was mad. This is exactly what you wanted, your plan was to rile him up and to see if something interesting will happen. You followed them to be present during the planning.

Talks were long and boring.

Ivar and Harald were arguing for a long time and it wasn't about troops anymore.

The youngest Ragnarson wanted to be the king of the Kattegat after chasing Lagertha, Bjørn and Ubbe away.

At the same time Harald wanted to carry on his great dream of ruling whole Norway.

Thankfully, in the end, they somehow found a way to agree on something.

"You will be a king but when you die the title is passed on me," Harald said, rubbing his forehead.

You let out a little yawn and rubbed your eyes tired. Travel and long boring planning took a toll on you.

Hvitserk didn't say anything during talks; instead, he ate at least four apples and was playing with his little dagger which he used to cut the fruits. It wasn't his thing, all the great planning. All he wanted to do was to return back to Kattegat which was his true home. He didn't really want to stand against Bjørn or Ubbe, but did he have other choice? The decision was made the day he got out of the ship to join his youngest brother.

Ivar put his chalice on the table, nodding briefly at Harald's words. "Sounds like we have it. Just don't be surprised if I'll rule for many long years." The Boneless got up from the chair he sat at and using his crutches, he slowly walked off.

"My men will take care of that Christian prisoner of yours, Ivar," Harald said. "Whatever his point is. If I were you I would just kill him."

You let a soft sigh and decided to join Hvitserk, silently asking him for a piece of an apple.

"But you're not me," Ivar smirked widely at Harald and left.

Hvitserk was highly surprised by your request, but of course, as he had a good soul, he shared one huge apple with you, cutting it in half so it would be easier for you to eat. "You're welcome," he muttered slightly.

"Thank you, Hvitserk. You are a kind soul," you gave him a sweet smile and looked at Harald. "My king? May I know where I can find our prisoner?”

When you received the seeked answer, you bowed your head and walked off.

Bishop was held in a barn, tied to a metal pole in the middle which provided the stability to the roof and construction itself.

His hands were weak as he was forced to hold them above his head for the entire time. The blood circulation faltered and he barely could feel his fingers anymore. Yet, bishop Heahmund was praying quietly. Man was saturated with the intelligent energy of countless prayers - as such being able to carry out supernatural acts. "Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae; et in Iesum Christum, Filium eius unicum, Dominum nostrum...," He was whispering all the time.

You stopped in the door and watched him, praying, it was quite an interesting sight.

"Those have to be a made up babble. No one speaks like this," saying this, you stepped inside and smiled seeing your fur on him, so you dared to point it out. "They let you keep it."

"What do you want, heathen?," He asked weakly. "If you came to kill me, I'll gladly accept my faith. I'm ready, in my God.

As if nothing ever happened, you simply placed yourself on his laps. "You know... I am just a heathen to you but I do have a real name. Maybe I should call you Christian from now on? What do you say, Heahmund?” You presented him the piece of an apple you got from Hvitserk and smiled innocently. "I also brought you this."

"Get off me, woman," he tried to kick you off, but your hips pressed to his side's strongly, holding him motionless. "I don't need your mercy!"

"It's not a mercy. It's called help, you Christian don't know what it is?," You asked with a smile, purposely pressing your hand into him. "Come on, I am sure you are hungry."

He indeed was hungry. Heahmund parted his lips, waiting for you to slip a slice of apple into his mouth.

"Good boy. See? I am not so bad," you chuckled and slipped the slice into his mouth. "I'll get you more if you will want."

He chewed viciously, gagging himself with a not fully chewed piece of the fruit. Truth was he was starving for the last few days and he would give everything for a piece of bread.

"Slow down, we are not going to starve you. I'll make sure of this," you said quietly, touching his shoulder.

He almost gasped as the skin under his clothes were bruised and swollen.

"Right, they got you bad during that battle. Maybe I should undress you and take care of these injuries?," You asked in a hushed voice. "I am sure you would feel much better. You need to be in good shape since Ivar has great plans for you."

Bishop's eyes fixed on your face. He hated your touch on his body but you didn't try to kill him.

Looking him in the eyes your hand started to unbutton the upper part of his armor, not breaking the eye contact for even one second.

Little did you know a pair of incredibly blue eyes were watching your every move. Ivar leant his forehead against the wooden wall of the barn, clenching teeth and rolling palm in a fist. He offered you everything, yet you were still chasing the fucking, useless priest. What man had that he didn't? He felt a strange thing, a twinge of envy.

Slowly you pulled away the armor and hissed, seeing his injury. "Oh, you poor thing, just look at what they did to you." You hand gently touched his skin, making sure to not press the blue and purple spots.

You could hear noises outside the building.

Bishop's eyes widened as he looked past you.

Three warriors, every of them armed in axes walked out of the darkness of the room. "Earl Wolf, you're going with us. Now."

You glared over your shoulder with bored and annoyed look

"What do you want, huh? I am busy, who is even summoning me in such a terrible moment?," You almost growled.

"Now," one of the men repeated and showed the exit with his ax.

Rolling your eyes you let out a loud sigh. "Maybe we will return to that. Only Gods know."

You adjusted Bishop's clothes as much as you could before getting up from his knees. Turning to the warrior you shrugged. "Lead the way," you said and followed them.

They walked in a silence through empty paths of settlement, eventually stopping in front of a little hut almost at the edge of it.

One of them pointed at the door and they turned with their backs to the building.

There was not much you could do but follow this game but honestly you were also really excited to see what is hidden behind the door. After taking a deep breath, you stepped inside.

The hut seemed empty and the only source of light inside were candles standing on the shelves around the chamber and hanging in the metal candle holders attached to the ceiling.

The sweet scent of mead filled the room, and you could spot a chalice full of alcohol placed at the table.

On the right side of the hut there stood a bed with many furs on top of it; it looked inviting. In the end the place was cozy and warm. Next to the chalice you found a piece of paper with one word written on it: UNDRESS.

You walked around the place. It was interesting, who set it up? There were two possible options. Harald who looked really interested in you or Ivar wanted to return the favor from York. That could be fun. Taking the chalice you sat down on the bed.

After drinking a few little sips of the really tasty mead you started to undress.

This actually felt good, as much as you loved your clothes the thick leather was annoying after too many hours in it. Naked, you laid down on the bed and waited.

Suddenly, the candles standing closest to the bed faded away. Then, the candles at the table, and the last to fade were the ones in candle holders.

You sat up and frowned. "Great," muttering, you lied back down, you weren't going to light those candles again.

And then, out of sudden, you could feel a soft touch on your ankle, followed by a hum. Your body's first idea was to react and protect yourself by kicking whoever tried to sneak on you but somehow you stopped yourself. The muscles only twitched a little. Giggling you shook your head. "Ivar, love. Don't do this, I do not want to hurt you."

"Prescient, aren't you?," His voice husky as he crawled fully out of the shadows. His hand placed against your leg and moved up , to rest on your knee as he brushed his full lips against your calf.

You let out a short laugh and hummed. "No other man would do such a thing for me. I am more than sure it was you. Besides, I recognized your hand, love."

Oh, if you could only see the grimace on his face. He continued to brush his lips against your soft, delicate skin until he reached your thighs. Only then he let go of your body and focused on getting on the bed, which was easy for him after all those years of crawling and supporting his upper body part on hands.

"But to send armed guards for me. That was... Interesting idea and the whole preparation for this? I feel like a real princess, you surprised me," you hummed and removed the mask that was still placed on your face. It won't be needed anyway.

He didn't reply, just slipped one of his hands between your thighs, forcing you gently to parted legs. His skilled fingers pressed to your pussy, where he rubbed little circles. "Was it wise to tease me with King Harald?"

"For this all? Of course it was," you said with a humor in your voice and opened your legs to give him as much access as he only needed. "I loved your face, this was my goal, sweetie."

"Was it?," He whispered as his fingers slipped lower to be gently shifted inside of your pussy. "Mmm, nice and wet."

"Yes it was. Everyone can fuck but build it up? It makes stuff more fun and pleasurable," you answered his question and let out a quiet sound. "Wet for my king."

He rolled to his side and to his belly in the end, diving right between your legs. He trailed the tip of his tongue up and down your clit, offering you a few long licks, then Ivar wrapped his mouth fully around your pussy, sucking on it lightly.

You gasped and let out a quiet moan. He was learning fast, he was making you proud.

He let you put your legs on his strong shoulders as he continued to eat your pussy out, humming in appreciation of the taste you left on his tongue. Soon, his mouth was accompanied by two of his slender fingers, slipping rhythmically in and out of your slick cunt.

"You like it? Don't you? You love it after our first night," you said playfully. Your hand moved into his hair to keep him close the whole other hand traveled up your breasts to tease your nipples.

Ivar growled which sent a little vibrations to your slick pussy. He placed a kiss to it and spat on it to make you even wetter than before. His fingers in you were joined by his long, skilled tongue as he tried his best to lick your inner walls and suck in your sweet juices.

His action made you shiver and moan for him even louder. Biting your lips hard,  you nuzzled to the furs beneath your body, focusing on the pleasure he was giving you.

He fingered you until you cum hardly around his fingers. Ivar gave one last lick and sucked his fingers clean, murmuring. "Oh, sweet Y/N, you taste so fucking sweetly I could eat you all day and night long."

Ivar placed kisses to your tummy and licked his way up your body, catching one of your nipples between his teeth, as gently as possible.

The climax washed over you and you tried your best in calming down your breath.

You muttered at the feeling of his mouth and teeth around your sensitive flesh. "I would like to taste myself... Can I?”

Ivar continued with licking his way up your body and finally his lips crushed on yours, and he slipped his tongue past your lips so you could taste yourself.

You returned the kiss and moaned loudly at the sweet taste of your own juices. Dominating his kiss was no use, he was too much into it, both of your hands moved into his hair which to your own surprise were completely loose.

Suddenly, a cold, sharp blade was put to your neck. "I distinctly remember saying I don't like to be mocked," he whispered into your ear.

You gasped loudly and your lips parted. "Ivar... You could warn me that you want to add a knife to bed," swallowing heavily, you could feel the blade against your skin.

"If I would there would be no fun, sweetheart," Ivar kissed your cheek. "Did you enjoy yourself with him? Huh? Did you?," He asked and the blade was pressed more to your skin.

It hit you then. He probably saw you with the Bishop or someone told him. You laughed loudly. "Oh, so this got you going? It made you so angry you planned all of this? Just to pin me down with a knife to my neck?"

"Maybe," he whispered. "I just want to remind you that you're mine, I marked you as mine back in York, and nothing is going to change it."

Ivar hid the knife in his pocket and got off the bed.

You giggled and looked at him while biting your lips. Even if you already knew that Boneless was crazy enough to kill, it didn't frighten you at all. To be completely honest, this action brought a different reaction for you. "I know I am yours. I have never claimed the opposite. You are my lover, my future king," you voice was a soft pur that you knew he loved. Your inner thighs rubbed together in the seek of any friction.

He used his crutches to get to the table and sat on the chair. He refilled the chalice you drank from and downed it quickly.

His eyes glistened in the darkness in a dim moonlight falling onto the chamber through a little window. He was watching you. "Yet you still seemed to seek some adventures. Who is going to be next to be blessed with your body on top of them? Harald? Or maybe my sweet, crazy brother? Or maybe you'll fall for Bjørn?"

You hummed, pretending to think. Your teasing game continued. "King Harald would be a fine adventure, I can already imagine what he sounds like in bed; thanks to that voice of his. Ironside... I heard he is big as a bear, it could be a lot of fun to ride him. Hvitserk... Not really the type of a man I enjoy."

Ivar smirked to himself in the darkness. Oh, he was jealous already, that if you continue, he would simply bathe his dagger in your blood watching how the last ounces of life escape your flesh.

Suddenly, the door opened and a young thrall stepped in. Ivar didn't look at her yet gestured for her to come closer.

You sat up on the bed and watched them with your eyebrow raised.

As the girl brought another jug filled with taste mead, she put it carefully on the table and circled the chair Ivar sat on to gently place her palms on his shoulders. She started massaging him, earning a long moan from him.

"What's your name, sweetie?," Ivar asked, his tone low.

"Katia, my lord," she replied.

"How many springs have you lived?"

"17, my lord."

"The younger the better," Ivar turned his head to the young thrall and pulled her into a short kiss.

You watched them, completely taken aback by his action. Honestly, you felt proud of him in some way. Just a few weeks ago back at York he was all shy and unsure of himself, only to do this. Of course Ivar knew what he was doing because it worked. It worked too well.

The jealousy burned deep inside of you, he gave you a taste of your own action.

Ivar grabbed the woman by hand and pulled her into his lap.

Young thrall pulled her shirts up and straddled his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck. "I never knew I'll be so close to Ivar the Boneless himself, my master."

"Because you won't be for much longer," you growled as you got up from the bed to move closer to them. Your hand moved into her hair and grabbed a handful, pulling her head away. "Listen to me now, child. If you won't get off him right now and leave, I will make sure to cut you in all of the right places to make sure now man will ever touch you."

That's what Ivar hoped for. "You heard the lady," he looked at the thrall but let himself cup one of her boobs briefly. "Leave now, but stay tuned for maybe you'll be needed to warm my alcove one day."

Young girl hissed but obeyed your words. She got off him and smoothened her dress, quickly leaving.

You chuckled watching her run off.

Humming softly you placed yourself on his lap, and immediately moved into his long, dark hair. "Look at that. Ivar the Boneless, a man who a few weeks ago was afraid to lie with a woman for the very first time. Now is making her envy. Don't you know such a woman can be unpredictable, boy?"

"Is that so sweet Y/N?," Your name rolled from his lips as he moved his head closer to your naked body, inhaling your scent as he brushed his lips against your collarbone, his hands in gloves stroked the curves of your waist.

You giggled and continued to play with his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails. "Oh yes, just as unpredictable as men can be. I think we saw both today."

Your hands moved to his throat and your small palms wrapped around it, squeezing it a little. "I could strangle you now," you whispered as your grip got a bit stronger. "And I should do this, for a knife you pressed to my throat and that thrall but you are lucky enough that I love you."

He kept face straight, chucking darkly at your sudden outburst. "Oh, I think I need to play with thralls some more as it's keeping you going," he whispered and parted his lips, tracing the tip of his tongue along his perfectly shaped teeth.

"I need to visit our prisoner often too," you nodded with a smile. "I still wish to have him in my bed at least for once... As long as he is loyal to my man and his orders."

Ivar's hand moved to grab your hips strongly. "You're such a tease," he mumbled deeply.

You laughed and rolled your hips against him as your hands slipped to his shoulders. "But it gets you going. You love the idea of misbehaving. It makes you jealous and it leads you to anger," you leaned over to whisper against his lips. "And this, my love, leads you to your desire."

He couldn't pretend any longer; you kept him going. A short moan left his parted lips, and his eyes widened a little.

"Ah! There you go. You couldn't keep it up for too long, huh, Ivar?"

With a soft giggle you slipped off of his laps and placed yourself on the floor right between his legs. It was time to return the favor.

He looked down at you while letting a sad gasp out. His palm was placed to your cheek. "You're like no other woman I met in my short life. You make me lose my head, all for you."

You smiled at him sweetly, nuzzling to his palm. "Maybe because you didn't meet the right ones." Your hands moved down his chest and started to work on his pants so you could move them enough to free his member. "You are like no other men I met in my life. You are brave, ruthless and strong despite your flaws. Wonderful leader, lover and warrior."

He smiled. "Come to me, little one," he demanded in a husky voice.

You didn't like this exact order. All you wanted was to make him feel good but still you followed his order, placing yourself back on his laps. "Your wish is my command, my king."

He reached his hand down his body to guide his cock into your cunt. As he did, he let a loud moan and rolled head back, his hands slipped into your hips to hold you strongly.

A soft moan passed your own lips. Even when he worked you hard back in York, you still felt so fucking tight around him. "Fuck... Ivar," you gasped, grabbing the chair back.

He rested his forehead against your chest, letting out some deep gasps when you were slowly going up and down his shaft.

Your hands moved into his hair, scratching his scalp and keeping him as close to you as possible. Soon you started to move faster, moaning and pulling on his hair.

Ivar let out a long, deep grunt as you tugged on his hair. His hands moved down to rest on your ass as he squeezed the flesh hardly, moaning and brushing his lips against your chest.

When you realized he enjoys the hair pulling you let out a soft laugh and used it to pull his head back so you could kiss him deeply.

Ivar stole a kiss from your lips and parted his, gasping harder and harder as he chased his climax. Soon, he milked your pussy, grunting and groaning as he did.

You moaned his name out at the delightful feeling of his seed flooding your cunt. This triggered your own high and your walls tightened around him.

Ivar's arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his forehead rested against your collarbone, he gasped, a few drops of sweat rolled down his neck and forehead.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, just to keep him as close as only possible. Humming quietly, you started to play with his hair. "I love your hair, you should be called finehair," you whispered and giggled at your own joke.

He didn't reply as he was buried deep in his thoughts and he was only about to get off his peak. "Yeah," he managed to mumble softly, nuzzling to you.

You chuckled and massaged his scalp, letting him relax and calm down right in your arms after such a strong climax. "You okay there, Ivar?"

He raised his chin and looked you up right in the eyes. "Yes. Go to bed, I'll join you soon but I have one more thing to deal with."

You frowned softly, cupping his cheek. "Like what?"

"I need to speak to my brother. Nothing much. You stay here and warm bed for me."

You kissed his cheek and nodded. Slowly, you remove yourself from him, growling at the feeling of emptiness. "As you wish, love."

The bed was soft and warm thanks to all the furs. You got comfortable and nuzzled to the pillow. "Don't leave me alone for too long or I will have to go and pay our prisoner another visit."

Ivar shifted his floppy cock back into his pants, and growled playfully at your words. "Don't you be worried about that, I won't be long."

He took his crutches and slowly got up from the chair, throwing you a cocky smirk before leaving. Ivar headed to another hut, located almost at the docs. We stepped in without knocking, just like he had it in the habit of his.

Girl that was currently kissing Hvitser jumped in her place and gasped before looking right at Ivar.

It was one of your shield maidens, the one that took most interest in older Ragnarsson back at York.

Hvitserk sighed deeply, seeing his brother. "Brother, as much as I love your company. This is not the best moment," he said and the girl nuzzled to him, hiding from Ivar's eyes.

Ivar offered the girl a brief nod. "Mmm, you're fast like a lightning, brother," Ivar claimed and shifted a chair for himself, placing it right next to the bed. His blue eyes shifted to the girl. "Be a good, little thrall and leave us for a moment."

"I... I am not a thrall. I am Earl Wolf's shield maiden," girl said.

"Go, Asta. Wait outside, we won't talk for long," Hvitser said, patting her shoulder.

Soon the girl was gone and Hvitserk looked at his brother annoyed. "So! What was so important that you decided to interrupt me right now?"

"Hold your horses, brother, you'll have her pussy soon," Ivar frowned as he moved his glance to make sure the girl closed the door. "Remember our last talk? The talk about relationships and things?"

"Yes, I do but I am still not sure if we really did have this time. You are asking for advice when it comes to relationships and bed... Could be just my drunk dream," Hvitserk muttered, crossing arms over his chest. "What about it, Ivar?"

Younger brother used his crutch to poke his brother's thigh. "Can you not be a dick for once in your lifetime?," Ivar asked, frowning hardly, he ran his other hand through his messy hair. "It worked. And I need to know more of those."

"Ivar. I am glad that it worked but I really don't know what else to tell you," Hvitserk said with a shrug. "Tell me about her."

"Like, listen to this, brother," Ivar was excited at the single thought about things he performed with you. "The things you advised me in your drunken state worked, what I mean is that after eating her out she was more eager for other things. Let's not pretend, you're not only older but many women came and went through your bed, so I hate to admit it, but you're more experienced than I am."

Hvitserk laughed and nodded, rubbing his chin with pride. "Well, of course I am. Just... I can tell she likes it rough. So just go with that, Ivar. Listen to her."

Ivar tilted his head like a puppy while listening to the owner. "How can you say such a thing when you haven't seen her?"

"Then why do you ask me what to do when I haven't seen her in action?," Hvitserk asked with a roll of his eyes. "Listen. Every woman is different, you just need to observe and follow your intent or heart if you are really in love... And have heart."

Ivar didn't comment on his brother's words, he only nodded and got up from his spot. He patted Hvitserk's cheek. "Thanks. You can be useful from time to time."

Asta watched Ivar left the hut and immediately went back inside to join Hvitserk.

Ivar took some time to enjoy himself in the cold air. He walked slowly back to the hut Harald had let him stay in. Door was open so he walked in.

You were already asleep, covered with furs.

Ivar took the sight in, smiling to himself, feeling like his heart was melting for the sweetness overload. He put the crutches on the floor quietly, he got undressed and crawled to the bed. As carefully as it was possible he got on and spooned you from behind.

The following week was filled with preparations for a great battle. Everything had to be just right.

The days were filled with planning and training with your people, making sure they all are ready for the upcoming battle.

Of course whenever you found time you liked to bother the Bishop who actually was free now and somehow agreed to fight on your sides of the conflict.

You screamed out Ivar's name as you both reached your climaxes. The remarkable feeling of his seed filling you because some kind of fixation for yours. You seeked it every night and he was happy and eager to satisfy your common needs.

Humming quietly you lay down on his chest and started to trace random patterns on his chest. "It's tomorrow. I can't wait to leave this place and set a camp... And get ready for the battle," You growled playfully.

Ivar's arm was wrapped loosely around your waist, his fingertips rubbing little circles on your belly as he held you close. "Don't be scared, Y/N, the seer predicted we'll win the battle easily," Ivar assured you and kissed the top of your head. "There's no need to be worried, dear. It's just a formality."

You laughed and looked at him with a cocky smile. "Me? Scared? You're joking! I am more than ready to fight, our last battle in York was so much fun! I craved more since that day."

He looked down at you and pecked your lips briefly. "I would never say you're more bloodthirsty than I am."

You giggled against his lips before kissing that one sensitive spot on his neck. "Is that bad? Is some... Boring, dress wearing, royal lady would be better for you? You dont like me the way I am?”

He moaned at the touch of your lips on the most sensitive spot on his neck; his grasp on your waist tightened. "You're perfect just the way you are."

"Let's get some sleep, love. We need to be rested for tomorrow." You kissed his cheek and then nuzzled to his chest, closing your eyes. Soon, you drifted into slumber.

Travel was exciting.

Everyone was ready for that great fight so were you.

To be honest you couldn't wait, fighting and then ruling by Ivar's was your dream ever since you two clicked just perfectly back in York.

In the camp as well as during negotiation with Lagherta and his brothers you stood there proudly, being by his side and supporting his action.

You fought for him just like you did in York, doing your best to tip the scales of victory on your side.

The battle was long and of course there was a lot of death and suffering.

Just like Ivar assured you that one night, you won. Kattegat was yours and you couldn't be more happy.

The Great Hall opened its door for the new king.

Ivar entered the familiar chambers for the first time since months. He felt like the very important part of his childhood was restored to normality.

People weren't truly keen on the change on the throne, but they could do nothing about it.

Ivar's royal warriors took care of those who didn't want to hail the king. Ivar took a place at the throne that once belonged to his father.

You laughed loudly walking in with Hvitserk and King Harald close behind you, all of you bathed in blood of your enemies.

"You did it Ivar, you won your home back. I need to say I am jealous now!” Harald joked.

You walked around, inspecting the inside of the Great Hall. You already loved the place.

"Of course he did. How could you doubt him."

Saying this you walked closer to your lover and sat on the throne right beside him.

Ivar offered you a smirk, yet tilted his head. "Y/N, what do you think you're doing?"

"Well, I am getting comfortable in my throne, love?," You answered, returning the smirk. "Just as we talked in York. We will be the most powerful couple in the world."

He rolled a little in his place, so he leaned his forearms against armrest. "We? A couple? We were never a couple, sweetheart. I just needed your troops."

You frowned deeply, looking into those beautiful blue eyes you so loved. "Excuse me... But. Your promises, the nights we spend together. Our plans for the future."

He laughed loudly, he didn't really pay attention to the fact there were people in the chamber. "Darling, I would never say you're so silly. You wanted to be fucked so I provided that to you. I just had to make sure you won't change your mind in the day before the battle. Now, get off the throne, it's not yours. You can go back to your sweet, lovely settlement. You're my vassal from now on, I expect you to pay 500 gold pieces every year. If you won't follow, I'll have to flatten your little place to the ground."

You got up from the throne, your eyes never leaving him. How could he do this to you? You shared so much from the past to the future. Did he really lie to you... Why it hurt more than the wounds you suffered during the battle. "Is this some kind of a cruel joke? Because if it is, then better stop, Ivar."

"Do I look like I am joking?," He asked, the smile vanishing from his face, leaving a cold grimace and raised eyebrow as he glanced at you. "Get out of my face."

You couldn't believe it. All the nights you shared, sweet words, the love and dreams... It all was his way of taming you. His way of making sure you will follow him until he achieves his goals. Your heart broke like a thin ice under a pressure. "You are a terrible man, Ivar the Boneless. Ragnar is ashamed of such a son. One that can't keep a promise and can't even avenge his mother fully. I will dance the day you die!” You didn't mean any of those words, it was the pain speaking through your lips. Just like he wanted, you turned around and left the Great Hall.

Hvitserk threw his brother had a cold glance and followed you. "Stop, Y/N! Earl, stop!"

Meantime Harald stormed to the freshly announced king. "What the hell are you doing, Ivar? She is a great warrior, she brought a lot of people, you can't simply send her away and push her off our common matter."

"Our? Mine. Nothing is ours, everything is mine now," Ivar chuckled darkly. "Go on, you can take her. She's nothing but a puppet."

You stopped and pulled out your sword, pointing it right at older Ragnarsson. Your face looked serious but the tears rising in your eyes were visible. "What do you want, Ragnarsson? Came to tell me how stupid I am for trusting your brother?” You growled loudly.

"I had no idea what he was planning for all that time," Hvitserk instinctively raised hand up in the air, showing you he was unarmed. "Don't leave, I bet it can't be discussed and explained."

"Discussed? Explained?! What can be, Hvitserk?! He used my love, my feelings for him to get the troops for his plans," You said, desperately trying to hold your tears. "I wanted to stay here for him but I won't be a rug he can use and throw away as soon as he is done."

"Stop it, you can't leave! You're the only person who still keeps him on the straight and narrow!"

"HOW I DO THAT?!," You yelled as loud as your lungs let you, slowly lowering your sword as your body became too weak suddenly. All the emotions you felt and the post battle injury mixed together now.

"He threw me away as soon as my help became useless for him. I was never needed, coming to York was the biggest mistake of my life."

"Come," not being sure whether it was proper to do, Hvitserk wrapped arms around your figure, offering you his shoulder to lean on. "Take me with you then," Hvitserk asked openly. "I don't want to stay by his side, he's not a sane person. Please. I'll do whatever you order."

You nuzzled to his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him. All you needed now was some kind of closeness, of course you wished it was Ivar but he didn't care any longer. You started to cry into his shoulder, pawing at his back in an attempt to grab something in your hand.

"Now, move," he reminded you. "Let's not wait for him to change his mind and order his hellhounds to burn us alive."

Oldest Ragnarsson led you to the stable where your horse ate hay. He helped you hop on the animal. You sighed deeply, getting comfortable in the saddle. Rubbing your eyes you looked at him. "Thankfully my men are ready to go too," You said, grabbing the reins. "Let's leave him with his wonderful kingdom. Harald can deal with him."

"I don't think he is going to stay either," Hvitserk pulled his horse out of the box and got on his stallion's back.

"I have no idea who would want to stay with him now. Kattegat will burn under his lead," You muttered as your horse moved.

You quickly collected your remaining troops and then you all were on the way home. "Hvitserk?"

Hvitserk, whose horse galloped right behind yours, lined up with you. "Yes?"

"Don't you regret it? Leaving your own youngest and well... Creppled brother? For a woman who broke your nose?," You asked, looking at him.

"No," he replied hardly, being sure of his words. "I was afraid of my dear life. It was the most reasonable decision I've made in my lifetime."

"Let's hope you will feel much better in my home," you told him with a soft smile.

The trip took three day but it was worth it.

Your settlement made you feel better just because you were back home but there was still this void, somewhere inside of you. It felt even worse when you how your warriors greeted their families. Their smiles made you wish you could feel something like this.

Of course, people were happy to see their Earl and you returned to happiness but it wasn't the same.

You led Hvitserk into the Great Hall and as soon as you entered a big wolf's fur was placed on your shoulders, the hood that was made out of the wolf's head was pulled on your head. You laughed and looked at Hvitserk.

Hvitserk didn't think he could be greeted so warmly anywhere. Your people offered him not only furs and good words but also a roof over his head.

You sat on your throne and smiled, looking at your people. Tears will have to wait until you close the door to your room, now it was time to be Earl. "My friends, my warriors, my people. I can't describe how happy I am that God blessed me and our warriors with the chance of returning home," You said loudly and got up. "We lost many but many returned. Tomorrow there will be a feast to welcome the one that returned and honor the one that did not. I also want to introduce my special guest."

Hvitserk, as much as he was against the idea, walked closer to you, offering you a nod.

"This is Hvitserk. Son of Ragnar. Welcome him and be treated as your own because as long as he wants to stay with us. He is a part of our pack," You informed and your people cheered.

Hvitserk cleared his throat. "Thank you, dear Earl. Thank you, dear people. I assure you that I'll protect this settlement until the very last blood drop."

You gave him a sad smile. "You will stay here. There is one more room in Great Hall that wasn't used for years. I will order my thralls to prepare it."

Hvitserk bowed his head. "This is too much, my lady. I'll be fine just by staying among your people. I will stay at the edge of the city."

"I don't ask you as a Earl. I ask you as a friend, I want you to stay here. You will have days to get along with my people," You explained.

Hvitserk didn't complain anymore. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me."

Evening finally came and this one felt weird.

Most nights you shared with Ivar and you missed him and his body.

Letting out a deep sigh you get out of the bath and continue with getting ready for the bed. You put on a soft nightdress and brushed your hair. It felt different.

Since you joined Ivar back at York you didn't really have a chance to clean yourself properly. Suddenly you decided to visit Hvitserk so you got up from your bed and went to his room.

You knocked on the door, waiting for a permission to enter. Maybe he already had some girl over.

"Come in."

Hvitserk was sitting on the floor, his legs crossed and elbows propped on knees as he was meditating. He offered you a nod. "Earl Y/N. What have I done that you honor me with a visit? Do you need my help?"

You sat on the floor next to him and chuckled. "Don't start with all that Earl thing, Hvitserk. I am the same Y/N that broke your nose. No need to use my title."

"Don't need to remind me about the nose all the time," he offered you a little too cocky smirk.

"Just trying to remind you that I am no one special. Sorry" You sighed. "And well... I am here because. I felt lonely."

"Being lonely doesn't mean being sad, yet I hear sadness in your tone and see it in your manner."

You raised your eyebrow. "How being lonely doesn't mean being sad?," Shaking your head you shrugged.

"I just used to spend the night with your brother. It felt good, I felt happy... Loved," You already could feel tears in your eyes.

"Don't cry. You can't change him. He's a spoiled brat who doesn't care about people's feelings. You'll find yourself a man anytime soon, just look at you. Young, beautiful, in charge. All men are losing head for you already."

You sighed and wiped your eyes with a short laugh.

"You are losing head for me as well? Who would want a woman with a face like mine. I should cry for how stupid I was to trust Ivar's love."

"It was not stupidity, what you experienced is used to be called love," he smiled softly.

"Was... Was it too much to ask for? To be loved for once in my life?," You asked, looking at him. "Father, left me to die. Mother didn't care enough to protect you. Brother tried to kill me... Man I loved..." You couldn't finish your sentence.

"You're young, you have your entire life lying ahead. You'll fall in love not once, not twice. The pain is temporary, it will pass as soon as you'll sign a truce with yourself."

"I am young with a face eaten by a wolf," you muttered. "I... I have a stupid question."

"No question is stupid if you think about it."

"Can I stay here tonight? With you?,” you asked. "I don't think I can sleep alone... Not today at least."

"Of course. You provided me with a room with a bed for two. But you can take it full."

"I don't want to take it all. I want to share it with you... I don't want to be alone tonight, Hvitserk."

"Your wish is my command," he replied with a little smile.

You smiled and then climbed to bed. Letting out a sigh you nuzzled to the pillow and wrapped fur around yourself.

Hvitserk spent a few more moments meditating. After that he went to wash his face and neck with cold water. The he slipped into bed with you

"Thank you for that. I need to look pathetic... I am the Earl and I act like a child," you said cringing at your own action.

"Don't judge yourself. I don't mind it. I offered you that I can be a shoulder you can lean in."

"Yes, you did," you nodded and moved closer to nuzzle him. "And I am going to use it tonight."

He straightened his arm to make a room for you. As you put your head to his chest, he lightly wrapped arm around your waist.

You got comfortable and hummed quietly, closing your eyes. He was arm and soft, you just wished it was Ivar who would really hug you.

Hvitserk used his other hand to stroke your cheek. "Shhhh, you're going to get through this for you're the strongest woman I saw."