Dangerously Perfect Match || Part IV

♥ 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.

Halloween one shots - Uncharted edition

Summary: two very short stories written for upcoming Halloween.

Warnings: None

Words: 1635

Authors: Cass & Rouge

You remembered how you said you wanted to just spend halloween at home with your boyfriend. Without others lurking around through a mansion you're living in. 

When Rafe was gone, you had the place entirely for yourself, which meant you could do whatever you wanted, as long as it didn't include devastating the property. 

Despite the fact in the house you couldn't find any proper materials, you decided that Rafe will be welcomed with cheerful and resourceful Halloween decorations, no matter how much effort it will cost.

Setting everything around the mansion took you almost a week, with a little help from servants. Soon, a spooky skeleton dressed in a suit with a hat on stood in Rafe's office, right next to his wooden desk. You also used twigs, moss and fake spiderwebs to decorate it, as well as the staircase.

Carved pumpkins also stood on the floors along the corridors, having little candles ignited in them.

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Rafe saw plenty of Halloween decorations in storefronts on his way home.

He didn't pay much attention to them.

 Halloween was childish to him. All the silly, scary costumes, decorations and trick-or-treating. Stupid reason for kids to bother him every year. Stupid brats thought that if their parents bought them 300$ costumes that they are something special.

 Rafe was more than happy to return home. He missed you and his bed, not to mention a mix of both. He was a horny bastard after those two weeks without you.

 Adler returned home late. Really fucking late but he still had some minor stuff to take care of. After taking his coat off and leaving it in a hallway, Rafe went to his office.

 It was fucking dark. All he could see was a person-like shape standing right next to the window.

Raising an eyebrow, he switched on the light and looked at the fake skeleton.

"I hope it’s Drake's and not some cheap shit she had gotten on sellout,” he muttered unamused with the decoration.

 You were aware of his return, so you went downstairs to greet him. Frowning you found out that his coat was hung on a hanger, yet there was no Rafe in the sight. You tapped your nose, thinking. 

You decided to check within one room he was using frequently - his office.

 Rafe looked up as soon as he heard the door open. "I assume you are the one that put that crap into my office,” he muttered resting his chin on his hand.

 You nodded eagerly at first. “Yes! He does look cute, doesn’t he?!,” you clapped your hands and walked to the skeleton to improve its hat. “Oh, and by the way, hi,” you turned to Rafe and leand forward to place a brief kiss on his cheek. “I missed you and decided to decorate the mansion while you’re gone,” you claimed proudly.

 "First of all, why? And who the hell let you use my clothes?," Rafe asked with a frown.

 You shrugged a little while bending your butt against his desk. “I just thought you’ll be gone for a little longer, so I decided to make something like a substitute of your presence here, maybe just in a more funny way though,” you informed him while playing with the edge of your dress. “Just don’t get me wrong, I don’t think you’re fossilized nor something like that, no. I just thought I could merge this with upcoming Halloween. And I let myself use your clothes. Don’t be mad with me.” 

 "I am mad. You live here for three years now. Have you ever seen me celebrating this bullshit!?," He growled looking at you. "You better remove my expensive clothes off that shit and take it out from my office."

 “But, honey!,” you gasped, “Why? I spent hours preparing all this. I put my heart into preparing decorations, baking your favourite pumpkin muffins,” you counted. “Why are you expecting me to leave my little customs behind?”

 "I don't like pumpkin muffins," he said, crossing arms over his chest.  "Just as much as I hate this shitty holiday or whatever it's called. Get this outta my office or it will fly through the window."

 You lowered your head and let out a sigh. “Okay, as you wish, dear,” informing him, you walked to the skeleton you’d already named Valentino and picked him up with a loud gasp. 

 Rafe sighed deeply seeing your sadness. "Okay, he can stay. Just really, take this expensive suit off. Take my old trousers and t-shirt."

He couldn't bear the sight of your sadness, so maybe keeping that particular decoration and every other you prepared was a good idea. For your well-being at least.

 You stopped and turned your head slightly to look at your boyfriend. “You mean it? Like, really really?,” You asked, blinking.

 Rafe nodded. "As long as your bony friend isn't taking my expensive clothes, this let’s say installation can stay."

 You put Valentino back on his place and walked to Rafe, quickly taking place on his comfortable lap, wrapping arms around his neck. “You’re kind when you want to be,” you reminded him, nudging his shoulder a little. Your hands then cupped his face and held it in place when you leaned forward to kiss him passionately. “I’m glad you’re back and that I’ll have you by my side on the spooky, upcoming night! I hope you’ll be my protector.”

 Rafe hummed deeply. "I can protect you all night in our bed. Just you and me between your legs," he said and wrapped his arms around you before getting up with you.

 “Rafael Adler, you were cute but you had to destroy it with your ambiguity of course!,” You chuckled softly and kissed his temple. “I’ll think whether you deserve the prize or not.”

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Sam frowned looking at the rubber mask of the werewolf. It wasn't something he was looking for but he got a good idea how to use it this one time.

 He hummed and looked through the shop alleys until he found you in the candy section. After all you both came here to stock up on candies for kids and for both of you.

You wearing a red dress only gave him more ideas.

Putting on the werewolf mask Sam sneaked behind you. He was good at this so why not to use that skill.

 Sam grabbed your hips pulling you tightly against his chest.

"Would you look at that! Big Bad Wolf got his little Red Riding Hood!"

 You let out a loud squeak, which caused few people to look in your direction. You instantly put your hand over your mouth and gasped. “Sorry! I didn’t expect this! Don’t scare me!”

You turned your head slightly and looked at Sam’s mask, which made you scream once more. “Drake, you old bastard!”

 "I am the Big Bad Wolf! And I will eat you!," He growled and picked you up. "Unless the wolf will get a kiss."

 You hummed and shook your head. “No, you won’t get a kiss. I don’t know whether you had your rabies vaccination,” you chuckled at your own words.

 "Oh don't be such a Snow Queen. I had my rabies vaccination, because there is a prince under that fur. So?," Sam hummed, smiling under the mask.

 You leaned forward to reach nis exposed neck where you placed a kiss. “Then I can agree. I want to have the prince only for myself. I demand it. But now, put me down, people are staring!”

 "And that's how the Little Red Riding Hood removed the curse from the prince," Sam said and removed the mask. "I don't know if I will put you down. Why should I?"

 “I’m a little girl that doesn’t like to be lifted up, not counting some particular situations of course,” you smiled. “Put me down, my prince. I need to buy some candies for our subjects for the upcoming fest.”

 Sam thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay. I will but you will do something for me and only then I will put you down."

 You wrapped arms around his neck to support yourself from falling. “What is this?”

 "We will buy those matching pirate couple costumes" Sam asked happily. He knew you hated that idea from the start but maybe this was the right moment to get them.

 You rolled your eyes but nodded in the end. “We will, pinky promise.”

 "Yes!" Sam said loudly, getting other people's attention again.  He kissed you quickly and put you down. "C'mon! They are in a different alley," Sam almost sang, pulling you behind.

 You followed him, gathering packs of candies you had prepared before. When you two got to the point, you checked the costumes out and hummed, thinking. “I need to admit that they look cool. Pity that lady costume covers less than it shows.”

 "Every captain needs his sexy lady," Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Besides, we can always use them for some roleplay in the bedroom after halloween."

 As the blush crept onto your lips, you smirked wryly at him. “So, are you a captain, a bad wolf or a prince? Make up your mind, handsome.”

 "I am everything to you. Just as you are to me," Sam explained with a shrug.

 You reached out and stroked his bearded cheek. “I love you. But we gotta get to the checkout now as I’m having a lot of work at home yet, gotta make pumpkin pie, gotta prepare decorations and carve the pumpkins.”

Sam nodded. "Okay. I can't wait to get a slice of that pie." When he started walking toward the checkout, you slightly spanked his butt in fitted jeans. “If you’ll help me then I’ll consider getting you some,” you informed Sam. “Move up, move up, Mister Pirate.”

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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Brothers || Ragnarsons x sister!reader

Summary: Your brothers can be a little overprotective towards their little sister

Warnings: None

Words: 3249

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Ragnar's return caused quite a stir among people of Kattegat.

When the news came to your ears, you had been hunting outside but you quickly went back to the settlement.

Mob was chanting Ragnar's name on and on, gathering in the main square.

As you spotted your older brothers lined in one place, you pushed yourself to get to them.

Bjørn wasn't happy with Ragnar's return yet he knew one day this had to happen.

He had so many questions to ask, so much bitterness and spite grew within his soul for the years when his father was gone.

Ubbe grabbed you tightly by the waist as soon as you pushed through them so you won't just run to Ragnar like nothing ever happened. "Slow down, little one," he said, stopping you in the place.

Ragnar smiled at his sons and daughter. "So, this is how it's gonna be? You will just pretend you see someone less important than all?" He frowned looking at you all for a moment longer before pulling out his sword and walking closer to Hvitserk. "So, maybe one of you should kill me to claim the title?!,” Raganr roared and Hvitserk flinched, looking at his siblings.

Bjørn was standing in the crowd, not manifesting his presence yet, it was too early, and on the other hand he was willing to see what would happen.

Ivar, who finally managed to crawl to the place his siblings gathered at, raised his chin up, fixing his blue eyes on his father.

You were tugging onto your loose blouse, a part of your hunting attire. Too many thoughts were spinning around your head at the moment, but you couldn't deny you did miss the father.

Ragnar smiled as he plunged his sword into the ground. "Come on! Who wants to be a king?!," He challenged one more time, waiting for any reaction.

Ivar looked at Hvitserk and Sigurd as he was between them. Then his glance moved back to Ragnar; the young man didn't blink.

You also were paralyzed with fear and anxiety as your father raised his tone.

"Just keep her in place," Ubbe muttered to Hvitserk as he let go of you to walk out to the front, ready to fight his father.

Hvitserk gave you a reassuring smile as he moved a little closer to you.

Ragnar looked at him and smiled, it was brave to stand against your own father. Soon, Ubbe was pulled into a tight hug by his father.

Both of them laughed softly and Ragnar gestured for the rest of you to come closer as well.

You were the first one to jolt towards your father. You simply pushed Ubbe aside and wrapped your arms around Ragnar's neck, climbing on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his cheek. "Dad! I was longing for you!"

Ivar crawled towards his father as well, being left behind Sigurd and Hvitserk. He waited patiently for Ragnar to notice him.

Ragnar chuckled as he hugged you tightly than looked at you and Ivar proudly. "Look at you two, my youngest children. My twins. I missed you all. You look like a princess and you grew up a lot," Ragnar said, placing a hand on Ivar's hair.

"Well he for sure didn't get any taller," Hvitserk muttered to Ubbe and both laughed quietly.

You simply aimed a blow at Hvitserk should. "Quit it, both of you!"

Ivar closed eyes, enjoying the touch of his father's hand. "Been a lot of time, dad," he said finally. "I always knew sooner or later you'll come back to us."

This was the moment Bjørn decided to join. He pushed between two huge men and crossed arms over his chest as his glance met Ragnar's. "Why did you come back?"

"Hey! Don't hit me," Hvitserk muttered, rubbing his shoulder.

"What? Our princess hit you too hard?," Ubbe teased his brother but they both went quiet when they saw Bjørn approaching.

Ragnar patted Ivar's shoulder and got up to look at the oldest son. "I wanted to see my children, I missed you all and I missed our home."

"You went away years ago. You didn't care to let us know whether you were alive and now you suddenly pop up here, expecting everyone to fill into your arms? Everything had changed, father," Bjørn said. "What's your real purpose?"

Ragnar sighed, opening his arms slightly with a little shrug. "No real purpose. I just wanted to see my kids all grown up, strong, beautiful."

"Bjørn, leave him. Maybe he really changed," Ubbe said shortly.

"The truth is we all kinda missed him. No matter what he is still our father," Hvitserk quickly added.

Bjørn scoffed, turned around and left, vanishing in the crowd.

You grabbed your father's hand and squeezed it. "I bet you're tired and hungry. Come with us, you need a meal."

Ragnar cringed a little, he didn't want to go but against himself he nodded, following you. "A good warm meal would be wonderful, my dear," he said.

Ubbe and Hvitserk picked up Ivar.

"Come on, little brother. We don't want you to get lost on the way to the Great hall," Ubbe joked.

Ivar grinned wryly but let his older brothers help him back to their home.

Once you got inside, you immediately shifted a chair for Ragnar. "Ubbe, pass me the chalice with wine," you asked Ragnar's eldest. "Shall I bring mother?"

Ubbe set Ivar in his seat and patted his brother's hair before looking at you. "Since when are you the one giving orders?," He asked with a frown.

Hvitserk rolled his eyes and passed you the chalice. "Here, sister," he said and sat down.

Ragnar licked his lips and shook his head. "No, No... No need to bother your dearest mother. I will find her myself later," he assured.

You simply patted father's head and kissed top of it. "Your wish is my command, dad." You pretended you didn't hear Ubbe's comment aimed at you and thanked Hvitserk politely for complying.

Sigurd brought a spoon and a clean bowl for Ragnar. "Here."

Ragnar nodded his head and took the plate. Soon he started to eat.

Everyone was quiet just looking between each other and their father. No one knew what to say.

"So, dad, where have you been for all this time?," You asked simply, offering chalices with wine to your brothers.

"I traveled and I lived in the mountains. I also had a lot of stuff to rethink, everything that happened in my life so far," Ragnar explained. "I saw many beautiful places."

"What places had you seen, father?," Ivar asked, curiosity in his low tone as he propped head on hands rested on the table counter.

Ragnar was quiet for a moment, chewing on his food. He took a sip of his wine. "I visited a place so high that I could touch the northern lights by my own and lakes so deep that monsters lived in them.”

Ubbe and Hvitserk looked at each other and laughed quietly.

Ivar completely sunk into his father's stories. When his brothers laughed, he grabbed the nearest knife and threw it into Ubbe's direction. "Shut up! I'm listening to dad! If you're not interested then just leave and go fuck your Margareth!"

You blinked, being totally taken aback by your twin's behavior. "I suggest everyone cool down."

Ubbe took the knife that got stuck right next to his head and angrily plunged it into the table.. "I at least can go to her and fuck her, cripple," he snarled and retuened to his seat. "Those wonderful places sound just like a child stories mother told us to make us go to sleep sooner."

"Ubbe!," You raised your tone and got up from your place, narrowing your brows. "It doesn't mean that father is lying to us. We all heard stories told by Harbard as well. They were more impossible yet everyone believed in them."

Ubbe chuckled. "Harbard was just like our father. Coming and leaving as he pleased, filling our heads with stories," eldest Ragnar’s son rolled his eyes. ”But what do we know? All those men cared about was the cripple  and women cunts, Sigurd knew it by himself, Y/N."

Ragnar watched the fighting between his children. "I really don't think it's a right time to fight, children. We should be happy we are back together again."

You looked at your older brother with a sad glance. "Oh, how skilled you are in killing the atmosphere. You got the worst of mother," you grunted and got up. "Stop looking at simple things and at least try to look beyond, Ubbe," you snapped before you left the chamber.

Ivar put his forehead on his hands. "Congratulations, brother, you made her little inner monster going."

"Whatever you say, brother,” Ubbe rolled his eyes. "Do you know where I can find Ole? The boy that is sniffing around Y/N?," Ubbe asked simply, smoothly changing the topic.

"Docks or stable," Ivar replied.

"Why do you want to meet him?," Sigurd asked.

"Well, he is sniffing around our sister. I am going to make sure he doesn't get under her skirt too quickly, I heard he likes to treat girls like toys," Ubbe pointed at Sigurd and Hvitserk. "You two are going to help me. First we will go to docks and to stables later. Move your asses," Ubbe ordered.

"I better go to make sure he won’t kill the poor boy," Hvitserk commented and quickly got up from his seat to follow his brother.

"Wait! Ubbe, wait! What with me?!," Ivar screamed after his brothers.

Ubbe stopped and nodded, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Right, she is your twin after all." Ubbe himself with Sigurd returned for Ivar. "Come on, we are going to scare him a little," he said, picking his brother up.

Ragnar just sat there, enjoying the food and drink. "At least they somehow look for each other," he muttered.

Ivar growled when Ubbe and Sigurd helped him up. I can easily make him cry."

Hvitserk laughed and nodded. "Sure, sure. We will see that soon."

Boys checked the docks first but Ole wasn't there so they went to stables. The boy was there flirting with some stable girl who definitely wasn't you.

".... Your hair, sweetie," Ole said to the girl while playing with the loose strand of her hair. "So pretty. I can have a use for you!"

Boys watched him from far away.

"I told you," Ubbe said pointing at Ole.

After a few more minutes of sweet talk they decided to step in. They sat Ivar on the nearest barrel and walked closer to Ole. Ubbe casually wrapped arm around the boy and smiled at him. "Oh, will you, friend? I wonder what use? The same as for our sister?," He hummed with amusement. "Frida, you can go now. I'll see you later,"

Frida gave all men a sweet smile and quickly ran away.

"So what will we do with him, brother?,” Hvitserk asked, looking at his siblings.

Ole raised his hands up in the air, shaking his head strongly. "It's not like you think. We were speaking of a raid! I wanted to train her for a shield maiden, she's pretty good at stuff!"

Ivar, who still was sitting at the barrel, chuckled darkly and looked around. "You're digging yourself a grave, friend."

"Yes. Frida is not a shield maiden material. Trust me, I deeply checked it many times," Ubbe patted Ole's shoulder. "But she is good at stuff, riding is her best."

Others chuckled.

"Do you think our sister is a toy? That you can play and throw away?," Hvitserk asked with a frown.

"You can do nothing against me. Y/N is madly in love with me. She's silly enough to think she's the number one for me. And oh, she moans my name lovely when I kiss her neck!"

Ivar had enough. He rolled off the barrel and crawled quickly to the other man. He pulled a dagger out of his boot and cut the man's ankle a few times.

Ole fell down on the hey.

Other brothers didn't react much, they just looked at Ole.

"Maybe after ankles we should cut him manhood?," Hvitserk asked with a smile. "Maybe he will learn that playing with few women at the time may be dangerous?"

Ubbe crouched next to the boy and looked at Ivar. "What do you think brother? How does this idea sound?," He asked and then his gaze moved to Ole. "We could easily do that."

"Take his pants off," Ivar said in a low tone. "I'll cut this little thing off."

"What do you say to that idea, Ole?," Hvitserk asked with a nasty smile, crossing arms over his chest.

Ole was already crying. His body trembled with every loud sob.

Suddenly Ragnarssons could hear a loud grunt. As they turned to see the source, they spotted Bjørn, who stood next to them with arms crossed over his chest. "What the fuck, guys?"

"Taking care of the trash,” Ivar shrugged, playing with his dagger.

"We are teaching him a lesson," Hvitserk said proudly.

"He thinks he can tell our little sister that she is his only one. When he is involved with most girls in Kattegat," Ubbe explained quickly. "We decided to show him to not fuck with Ragnar's daughter.”

Bjørn listened to their explanation. "I see. But violence is not a solution to any problem."

Hvitserk raised his eyebrow. "Do you think that asking him nicely to stop cheating on our sister would help, brother?"

Ubbe and Ivar rolled their eyes.

"Whatever, you're the most intelligent one among all of our people," Bjørn scoffed and observed the situation.

"Then what do you suggest, Bjørn Ironside,” Ubbe asked in a mocking tone. "You will just let him play with our little sister? Break her heart, over and over again?”

"No," he replied. "Exile. That's what awaits him now," Bjørn looked down at the man on the hay.

Brothers looked between each other and nodded slowly.

"I like the idea, we will free our little sister and other girls from him. Guess it's your lucky day, Ole! You will keep your sad, little cock."

Bjørn gestured at Hvitserk so his stepbrother picked Ole up. "Lead him outside settlement. Confiscate all of his weapons and let him go."

"With a pleasure brother!," He said and followed the order.

The evening came quickly.

Ragnar was long gone, which didn't surprise boys at all. It only made Ivar kinda disappointed.

Boy sat around the big table just eating supper, drinking while joking and sharing some stories about women and other topics.

All conversations died when you stormed inside crying and yelling at them.

Because of your shaken state no one really understood what you were on about.

"Y/N! What is wrong? Why are you screaming at us suddenly?," Ubbe asked with a frown.

You sat in the corner of the room, grabbing a blanket from the armchair before. You pulled it over your figure and sobbed loudly. "I hate you. All of you! Why did you do this to me?! My Ole! My Ole is gone! It's all your fault! People told me!"

All the boys groaned annoyed with your reaction.

They didn't do it to hurt you in any way, they did it to protect you.

"Y/N. There is a lot you didn't know about Ole. He fucked half of Kattegat behind your back, just to tell you later you are the only one," Ubbe said, looking at you.

"Yes. When we found him in stables he was flirting with other girl and he openly told us that he fuck others behind your back," Hvitserk added quickly to back up his brother.

Ivar was the only one who decided to approach you. With a lot of difficulties he got off his chair and rolled to his stomach so he could crawl towards you.

Once he did, he poked your knee to catch your attention. "He was bad and Gods my witnesses that I'd cut him all open but they stopped me."

You looked down at Ivar and let huge tears still roll down your red cheeks.

Ivar laid on his stomach and reached his hand out, and as gently as possible he wiped the tears off your cheek with the top of his palm. "Don't cry, sister, you're too beautiful to be all sad. He's gone but you deserved far more than that."

Others followed Ivar, they all sat close to you.

"Ivar is right, sister. You are beautiful and you deserved a man that would love only you. No other woman on the side," Hvitserk said softly, giving you a friendly smile. "And Ole wasn't this kind of the man."

"You may think we did this because we are assholes but this is not true, Y/N,” Ubbe said, wrapping arm around you. "You are our little sister and we won't let some idiot to break your heart."

Sigurd crouched next to Ubbe. "Even if I hate to break it to you, sister, that man was not worth anything but exile."

Bjørn, who came to speak with Ubbe, stopped at the threshold of the Great Hall, observing the scene. Even if you weren't his biological sister, he always cared for you just like he cared for his step brothers.

You reached hand to Ivar and placed it to his cheek, gently grazing his skin. "Thank you," you gasped loudly.

They all smiled and hugged you tightly, happy that their little sister wasn't that angry about it all.

"You can be sure we'll scare away anyone who tries to hurt you in any way possible. That's what brothers are for. Even your cripple twin,” Ubbe teased, ruffling Ivar's hair.

Ivar offered his elder brother a smug smirk. "You would not survive without me for a single day."

You couldn't help but chuckled and knelt, trying to hug all of them.

Ivar moved closer and wrapped arm around your leg.

Bjørn who caught your glance nodded at you. "Family reunion."

"Yes, but we are missing one brother. Come here, throwing that trash out was your idea after all. Without you he would be dead now," Ubbe said.

Bjørn smiled and came closer. He shared a hug with everyone except you. When other men shifted aside, including Ivar who also grunted unhappily, Bjørn helped you up and picked you up. "Even if you're only a step sister to me, I want you to be safe and happy."

"How about we eat something now? Eat and drink! The anger and crying had to drain you," Hvitserk offered happily.

"And later we can find her a good man among warriors," Ubbe joked.

You cringed. "No, thank you. I already have a very important man by my side," you claimed and when Bjørn put you down, you knelt and shared a long and string hug with Ivar. "My lovely, handsome twin-brother."

Sigurd chuckled darkly. "What about us, little one?! We're also handsome!"

"And lovely!,” Hvitserk whined.

"And we take care of you," Ubbe added.

Bjørn poked Ubbe's shoulder. "They're twins. They have a stronger relation, it's normal. And, well, Y/N is right, Ivar’s the most handsome of you all."

Ubbe gasped and pushed Bjørn's shoulder. "Shit up, Ironside."

Bjørn only ruffled Ubbe's hair, making it fully messy at the top of man's head. "We're family. Children of legendary Ragnar Lothbrok. This is what counts."

The Bear and the Raven || Ragnar x reader x Rollo

Summary: What will happen when the both brothers fall for you

Warnings: none

Words: 5166

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Request by: @porgsandtheirplace​​ OUR GIRL! ♥

You loved to fight.

Violence and blood were your elements. The act that gave you strength to lead the quiet life back in the settlement when your shield and axe hung on the wall awaiting another big battle.

Even if so-called normal life wasn't your thing, what could you do.

Even as a Lothbrok's shield maiden you deserved the rest to recover from whatever injuries you suffered in the previous battle.

Of course you were lucky enough to be more than just another warrior ready to spill the blood at Ragnar's order.

You were his closest friend, his and his older brother's. Thanks to this privilege, your ordinary days were never boring.

Rollo was practicing with his ax when Bjørn came to ask him for dinner.

"Uncle, the feast is on, and the only person missing among us is you," man's nephew claimed. "Give us the honor of having you in the Great Hall."

Rollo Sigurdsson, son of Sigurd Hring, fearsome Viking warrior, with an impulsive streak, offered the younger man a brief nod of his head. "Need to wash the sweat and dirt first. Let them know I'll attend anytime soon."

Bjørn put his palm to uncle's shoulder. "My father will be glad to see you."

Rollo's glance followed Bjørn who walked away rapidly, rushing back to the feast.

Despite the bandages tightly wrapped around your chest and the general discomfort they as well as wounds brought, you joined the big feast.

You never planned to miss it, even if your legs would be broken beyond healing you would crawl by yourself to the Great hall to celebrate the successful raid.

"HERE SHE IS! AXE IN THE CHEST!," Ragnar yelled loudly, raising his horn as soon as he spotted you enter the building.

If he wasn't your friend you would turn around and simply leave but you only opened your arm and shrugged.

"THAT'S ME!”

Bjørn raised his curved horn as well. "Skål, Y/N!"

Despite Ragnar being his father and role model, Bjørn saw many things Lothbrok did. Including falling for women. Rganar's success with women was pretty impressive, but on the other hand it's hard to say no to him, he was the Earl after all. A very successful and influential.

One of the men gave you a filled horn and laughed at that.

Of course this would happen, your fellow warriors won't let you stay sober today. Maybe it's not such a bad idea. Your body is screaming from the amount of pain it took a few hours ago.

"Skål!," You said loudly, raising a horn at Ragnar and Bjørn's direction.

They all were your little family. Taking a big sip of your drink, you sat down next Ragnar's son and smiled.

"So! Ironside, huh? You made this old aunt proud!," You joked, nudging Bjørn in his side with your elbow.

Bjørn laughed, rolling his head back and hiccuping. "Old aunt? You're only 19 winters old which makes you younger than me," he reminded playfully while nudging your side. "Look! Rollo!"

As he promised his nephew, Rollo stepped in the Great Hall, wrapped in thick furs with his hair pinned in a bun.

You laughed and hissed when he nudged your side.

"Careful Bjørn, I don't have an ironside," you reminded him and smiled, seeing Rollo joining you.

As soon as older Lothbrok sat down, Ragnar wrapped arms around your and his son’s shoulders. "Well! And I was worried you two won't even come to celebrate our victory," he muttered, resting his head on your shoulder.

Rollo observed his brother with concern and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Thus celebrate, my brother!"

Rollo's gaze slipped from Ragnar to you and he fixed it on your eyes.

"My two best people," Ragnar said proudly, looking at you and his brother. "And my son!," He added, moving to Bjørn.

You watched this and giggled.

"I have a feeling he started celebrating way before the feast even started. Can I help you, Rollo?," You asked with a charming smile when you felt his gaze on you.

"You look pretty," the older man claimed and instantly slipped his glance off you, focusing on his chalice.

Bjørn cocked his brow and leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. "You caught his eye."

Rollo downed his mead and nudged his brother's side. "You drunk already? Where's the princess?"

You giggled and patted Bjørn's head on your shoulder. "As much as I'd love that. I am afraid that your uncle is just nice because he is worried I will break his nose with my shield. Like I did during one training,"

"My dear wife is somewhere. Talking to her friends, if I can call them that," Ragnar shrugged, sitting down next to his brother.

"Oh, I remember that," He nodded, patting Rollo's shoulder. "Bjørn, your uncle didn't believe that Y/N could fight. We knew her for years but he was sure she was too weak, so he decided to fight her to prove he was right. He left the fight with a broken nose after meeting the rim of her shield up-close."

Rollo rolled his eyes and growled lowly at his brother's comment. "Would you skip that, brother? It's nothing to be proud of, to be so easily defeated by a woman. Being a woman is good on the battlefield, as they can easily get men distracted with their allures," Rollo stated, and took a bite of the roasted chicken leg.

Ragnar's son laughed loudly, rolling head back, which was a manner of his. "Admit it."

"Admit what?," Rollo frowned.

"She's as good at fighting as you."

"Ha!," Rollo rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Y/N is a good shield maiden but it's me who rock the ax like a Thor rocked Mjölnir.

You laughed but it was fake. Of course he wouldn't nice you in any other way than just a woman. They both wouldn't.

You worked your ass off to get good at what you are doing. Just to get attention from the Lothbrok brothers, you loved them both but apparently they didn't return the feelings.

"I mean, he is right. I am just a shieldmaiden. Just like all other women that fight.”

"Father, tell her something!," Bjørn demanded, slamming his fist on the table, making his chalice fall down and spilled his wine all over the counter.

Ragnar rolled his eyes and got up from his seat.

He walked to you from behind you and placed his hands on your shoulder.

"Our young Y/N is one of the best warriors I know. I am proud to have her fighting by my side," Earl announced and moved closer to your ear to whisper. "And I would be happy to have her by my side forever."

You choked on your drink and looked up at those beautiful, blue eyes. Blushing you nodded, biting your lips.

Rollo clenched hands in the fists under the table. Oh, how jealous he was getting whenever Ragnar treated you like his woman. The truth was you belonged to no one, you were a free woman.

Older Lothbrok knew too well that his brother was more successful and that you'd rather lay your eyes on Ragnar than him.

"Father's right," Bjørn admitted, nodding his head.

You smiled and nodded your head, flattered with all the words you just heard. There even was a slight blush on your cheek.

Finally you felt like all the effort was worth something, you only wished for Rollo to think the same. "Thank you, my friend. Your word are kind and flatter me a lot,"

"I hope they are because this is the truth," Ragnar patted your shoulder.

"I go now, I need to talk with others as well but please, Y/N. Come and find me later. I need to talk to you," he informed you before walking awal.

You let out a breath that you had no idea you were holding in.

Taking another sip of the drink your eyes traveled to Rollo, he looked angry.

"Rollo... Is everything alright? If it's about that silly shield story, I am sorry. I shouldn't say anything about it," you said softly, touching his shoulder.

"No, no, it's not about you, little thing," he assured softly, reaching his hand out to take his chalice, full again as Bjørn refilled it with wine. "Would you want to have a little walk with me? It's too crowded here."

Too crowded? Too crowded for Rollo?

Was it even really possible? Ever since you remember he loved to celebrate and to spend time with everyone else after a successful raid or fight.

Deeply confused you nodded your head with a little smile painted on your lips. "Of course, it will be a pleasure, Rollo."

He got up and walked outside of the Great Hall. He waited for you to join him.

You got up from your seat, smoothing your clothes.

Despite any pain you wanted to look the best. After all you still were a woman, you were a warrior behind the shield but back at home you were a delicate and beautiful creature or at least you hoped so.

"Oh... Fresh air," you let out a deep and smiled, looking up at Rollo.

He nodded, his steel blue eyes fixed on your figure as he looked down at you. "How do you feel? What about your wounds?"

Your arm wrapped around yourself and you shrugged.

"It's good I think. It hurts a lot actually but it's not the first nor last wound. I am used to it. Overall I am doing okay as you can see," you summed up. "How about you? How's the big, angry bear?"

He cocked his brow and chuckled softly at the sweet nickname you used on him. "I'm pretty good, even if I didn't kill as many Christians as I originally wanted to.'

"Don't worry, Rollo. Your brother will make sure that we spill more Christian blood as soon as possible,"

Patting his shoulder you decided to tease him little. "But I am sure I will kill more Chritians than you, Bear. I always do.”

He put his elbow on top of your head. "Hmmm, did anyone say something? I can't see. Is this a wind rumbling?"

You giggled and rolled your eyes. "Oh right, right I forgot. Forgive me Rollo Sigurdsson. You are the greatest warrior of them all, even Gods themselves should be afraid of your mighty ax! Better?"

Rollo simply patted the top of your head. "Much better."

Then, out of sudden, he cupped your cheeks, leaned down and stole a kiss from you.

You gasped, looking at him after he pulled away. What just happened?!

Of course you wanted this, oh so much but you never expected it to ACTUALLY happen.

"I... Rollo...," You blinked and bit your lips gently. "What... What did I do to deserve such an honor?

"I hate seeing my brother hitting on you," Rollo said simply, his thumb brushing soft skin on your cheek. "I hate when you make sweet eyes at him. I deserved you to buy mine," man replied, a deep, throaty sound of his tone vibrating through you.

Your cheek became red and warm under his touch.

This was almost everything you ever wanted, you gave him a shy smile not really sure of what to do now.

"THERE YOU TWO ARE!," Ragnar said happily, looking at you and Rollo. "And I was getting worried you got bored with the feast Y/N," He hummed and gently placed his hand right over your wounds. "Is everything okay with you? Are you in pain?"

You swallowed and shook your head.

"Ragnar," Rollo cleared his throat, "Don't you see, dear brother, that Y/N is speaking with me now? Maybe go and check upon Aslaug, huh?"

Ragnar smiled at and kissed the side of your head, relieved that you're doing just fine. His hands slid down and rested on your waist.

"Y/N is one of my warriors. As a Earl it's my duty to check on her, especially when she suffered the injuries she did," Earl said with a shrug, pulling you a little closer. "I saw Siggy looking and asking for you. I think your lover demands some attention from you, brother."

You looked Rollo and sighed, realizing that he was right. Siggy was always somewhere close. How you could even compare yourself to her.

"Just as much as princess Aslaug demands your attention," Rollo showed his perfectly shaped teeth in a wide, wry grin. "I understand that Earl needs to be frequently checking upon his loyal warriors but you can wait some time until I'll finish my businesses with her, right?"

Oh Gods. They were fighting. Fighting over you! You couldn't help but feel pride from this yet you felt scared as well. You loved both of them and didn't want them to fight when you knew that picking one of them will be impossible.

"Aslaug sits quietly in her room when your little toy walks around looking for you. As a Earl, I have my business with her as well," Ragnar growled.

Rollo smiled softly at you and then shifted aside, simply pushing Ragnar's shoulder.

"So wait. I was first. Let's behave like adults, not like savages!"

"I don't feel so good," you said, quickly getting their attention. "I... I think my body cannot take any more for today. I should return to my home and rest."

You didn't want to go and you felt just fine but knowing that they care about you, gave the opportunity to create the distraction from brotherly quarrel.

Ragnar looked at you with worry in those deep blue eyes. "Do you want me to escort you back?"

"I can walk you back to your hut as well, Y/N," Rollo offered immediately, his cold glance fell on his younger brother. "Whatever you wish, my dear."

"I.... I... Uhm," You didn't expect them to offer the escort and find another reason to fight. This wasn't planned at all but you had to somehow get away without a war.

Looking around you smiled seeing Bjørn leaving the building, he was for sure looking for his father and uncle. Oh he was a lifesaver not only on the battlefield.

"Bjørn! My friend, can I ask you for a little help. My wounds wear me off really quickly. Would you be so kind to help me get back to my home?"

Rollo, hearing you asking Bjørn to escort you back home, blinked a few times and snorted loudly.

Bjørn quickly joined the trio and rested his hands on hips, tilting head aside. "With pleasure," the young man offered his arm.

Ragnar didn't hide his surprise, looking at you with a soft frown to soon raise his eyebrows.

"Thank you, love. This is so kind of you," You nodded your head, linking arms with Raganr's son. "I am really sorry for making you leave the feast but I was afraid I won't make it back home alone," you said quietly, trying your best to sound weak.

"No problem, actually I left to find father and uncle," Bjørn replied softly and walked away with you, taking a sandy path leading to the hut of yours.

Rollo crossed his huge arms over his chest. "Are you happy? I hope you are. You shouldn't be called Earl but rather a mood killer," Bear pushed his side against Ragnar's.

Ragnar let out an annoyed laugh and returned to gesture at his brother.

"I did nothing. You were the one snarling like a hungry bear at his prey. Time to learn to be gentle with the woman, my brother," he summed up with a short shrug before patting Rollo's shoulder. "Just so you know. She will be mine to warm my bed."

With those words Ragnar gave his older brother one last smile before going back inside.

"Dick!," Rollo called after his brother.

Meantime, Bjørn walked you home and stopped in front of your little hut. "You're safe now but I have a strong feeling within me you did it on purpose, Y/N."

"I had to run away so the Raven and Bear won't rip me apart in a fight between them," You told him honestly letting out a sigh of relief that you somehow got away from that crazy situation.

"Mmmm, the situation is far more complicated as I can see, isn't it?," He chuckled and ruffled your hair a little. "I've suspected for some time that there is something going on between you and my father. Aslaug caught him staring at you too many times."

You laughed awkwardly and nodded.

"Trust me. I felt his as well as hers on me all the time," sighing deeply you rubbed your face and smiled at him.

"Go now. Celebrate for both of us, ok? I'll just lie down and rest.”

"Are you sure? I'm not certain if I should leave a little shield maiden alone. She might get herself harmed," Bjørn joked and smoothly shifted aside, avoiding the blow you aimed with your fist.

You laughed softly.

"I promise to be a good shield maiden and go to bed so I won't hurt myself. Is it enough for Bjørn ironside?"

He offered the nod. "Enough for me to leave you by your own. Good night."

After these words he walked back into the direction of Great Hall.

You smiled and shook your head, getting inside. Slowly you lied down in the bed, nuzzling to the pillows and furs you placed there. Finally there is peace and quiet. After hours of thinking about everything; the brothers, the kiss, the fight and Rollo's words you finally drifted into sleep.

Few days passed.

You stayed away from Ragnar and Rollo, too busy with taking care of your house and wounds not wanting them to get any worse.

There were a lot of thoughts in your head, you kept thinking about the night of the feast. You needed a way to somehow be with both or just be alone.

"How are you doing today! Ready for me to look at those beauties?," Your friend the healer asked happily.

Rolling your eyes you groaned. "I need to be," you chuckled. "Let's get to it."

Rollo was pretty surprised as you stopped talking with him. But, thankfully, you hadn't been talking with Ragnar either.

The Bear decided to pay you a visit, to speak with you about his feelings. Rollo even thought about stealing one of the necklaces they brought from the raid in Mercia, and he did.

Luckily, his brother didn't notice one missing item, or at least pretended.

Rollo walked out of settlement and headed right to your hut. He was about to walk closer, but he stopped' you weren't alone.

You hissed at the feeling of bandages being peeled off of your wounds. The healer tired her best to work carefully with you.

"Have you ever been in love?,” You asked suddenly, looking at your friend.

"Oh! With many, too bad they did not return the feeling or return at all?," She shrugged with a smile.

You rolled your eyes.

"Have you ever been in love with two men? Brother to be exact?"

The healer stopped whatever she was doing and looked at you with a smug smile.

"Oh! You love Ragnar and his brother don't you.”

Your face went red and she laughed loudly.

It was stupid idea to even start such a topic with your friend.

"You know, just finish your work. I still have stuff to do."

Rollo stiffened, all of his muscles tensed at your words and your creed. Were you truly in love with him and Ragnar at the same time?

Not being sure what to do, Rollo decided to get back to the settlement to meet with his younger brother. It couldn't wait.

Bjorn was playing with his younger siblings as he spotted Rollo rushing through the path. "Uncle! You're running like you've got the devil on your tail."

"Have you seen your father?"

"He went back to the Great Hall, he was mentioning baths or something."

Rollo nodded his head briefly and headed to the house of Ragnar.

Meantime Raganr was relaxing while submerged in nice warm water. It was perfect. No kids, no wife, no people with stupid questions or needs. At least it was like that until Rollo walked in.

"I am busy, brother... What do you want?"

Rollo made sure to close the door right behind him before he stepped further in the chamber. "I'm coming to speak to you about our dear Y/N."

Ragnar raised his eyebrows and laughed softly, opening his eyes to look at his brother. "She liked the necklace? But taking the fact you are here it means that the trinket didn't woo her into your bed. What a shame.”

"It's not about that, brother," he scoffed Ragnar's words. "Yes, I took the necklace to gift her with it, don't forget that I was in Mercia with you and I deserved a cut. I distinctly remember you saying that every warrior will get a piece of the treasure. But it's not about that," Rollo simply grabbed the nearest chair and flopped on it. "I visited her today. At least, I tried but she wasn't alone, her healer friend visited her first. But I think I have information you might be interested in."

Ragnar rolled his eyes and moved closer to the edge of the wooden washtub he was sitting in.

"Oh really? Is the little shield maiden a spy of some kind?,”

Rollo shook his head for no.

Then he also leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the washtub, to get closer to his younger brother. "She claimed she loves me but you as well."

Ragnar blinked and looked at his brother with the eyebrows raised high.

"Well, that would explain her great escape with Bjørn when we were at each other’s throat because of her," He hummed, scratching his beard.

"Exactly," the older brother agreed quickly. "What are we going to do about this now, though?"

Ragnar thought for a moment then he looked at Rollo.

"Well, since she loves you and me... We could share. She can't decide, I don't think she will mind having us both at the same time,” he shrugged.

"What about Siggy and Aslaug? They'll go mad once they learn about such an idea."

"Siggy isn't my problem, she is not your wife as far as I remember. You can take care of this yourself, I always can take Y/N all for myself if Siggy stops you," Raganr teased with a shrug. "I can take care of my own wife, she will be soon relieved of the title anyway."

Rollo pretended he didn't hear Ragnar's nast comments about him and Siggy. "When then? I won't lie, I won't wait."

"You never were the patient one. Very well! Let me dress and we will go to her," Ragnar said, getting up from the washtub.

Rollo cringed a little while seeing his brother's naked form but grinned at the same time. "I'm lucky to at least be bigger in some other matters than ruling the settlement."

Rollo knocked to your door strongly.

"Y/N, it's me, open the door, I know you're there!"

"We need to talk with you. It's an important matter," Ragnar also knocked at your door.

You freeze with a dress and a needle in your hands.

WHY WERE THEY HERE?! You didn't invite them or had any important stuff to discuss with the brothers.

With your internal dilemma you didn't want them here. You are just going to pretend you aren't home, they will go away.

Rollo aimed a strong blow to his younger brother's shoulder. "Shut up," he hissed quietly. "I told you that I'll do the talking, all you had to do was to stay quiet but as we can see you can't even follow the most easy plan."

Ragnar returns the action.

"I am in charge here. I always am so better behaved, Bear," he growled.

You listened to them and facepalmed.

Letting out a deep sigh you got up from the chair to open the door.

"Because of such a behavior I was ready to pretend I am not here,"

Rollo instantly slipped his foot between door frame and door to prevent you from closing them. "Hi, Y/N, we have to talk.”

You nodded your head and opened the door fully for them, inviting them inside.

"Come in then, can I get you anything? Drink? Food?"

"I'll pass," Rollo replied and smoothly slipped into your hut, instantly taking a seat at your chair. "Mmmm, cosy," he commented casually while looking around your place

This felt strange, just seeing both of them in your stomach twist. In a pleasant way of course but still.

You looked at them and smiled.

"I'll pass as well," Ragnar said and decided to sit down on your bed. "You had to do the talking. I am listening."

Rollo gave him a dead glance, and shifted his eyes at you. "Is there anything you'd like to share with us? Feelings, concerns?"

You shrugged and played with your hands nervously.

"No, I honestly have no idea what you are talking about Rollo."

Rollo gave you the look you knew too well. He wasn't the idiot. "Y/N, just to make the situation clear, I've heard your talk with the healer today."

Your face went completely red when you realized what it means.

Rollo knew what meant that Ragnar knew now too.

"I... I am sorry if this offended you or your brother in any way. I just, I really can't pick. Both of you are just wonderful men."

Rollo exchanged glances with Ragnar and chuckled. "It’s fine, don't worry, no one here is mad at you."

Ragnar got up from his comfy seat and walked to you.

"Actually we think the complete opposite when it comes to the whole situation,' He said quietly and placed hands on your cheeks before crushing his lips against yours.

You let out a surprised squeak but kissed him back, grabbing his wrists to brace yourself as you felt your knees going weak.

Rollo stiffened seeing his brother stealing a kiss from your lips; he wanted to this as well but his blood turned cold at the sight. "I beg your pardon?"

Ragnar pulled away with a chuckle and shook his head.

"Don't be offended, brother. Please, help yourself," he gestured at you.

Biting your lips you smiled. "Come here,"

Rollo wasn't sure if the thing he was about to do was good. For the first time in his lifetime he hesitated with a woman.

You watched Rollo for a moment and then walked closer to cup his cheek. "Whatever you heard today. It was all true, I love you and your brother in the same way," you whispered and kissed him gently.

Ragnar rolled his eyes at the sudden softness of his brother and decided to pour himself a cup of whatever drink was standing on your table.

Rollo offered the kiss back, slowly slipping his tongue past your lips. It danced slightly with yours as he cupped your cheek with one hand and simply slipped the other one to give your ass a harsh squeeze.

You moaned into the kiss, letting him dominate it.

"Careful Rollo or you will eat her alive." Ragnar muttered looking inside the cup.

Rollo soon let go off you, licking his lips.

You looked at him and giggled, stroking his cheek.

"I am so happy you don't hate me for this."

Raganr chuckled and gently pulled you back on Rollo's laps so he could kiss you as well. He pulled away as soon as he needed to catch his breath.

"It's hard to hate you, Y/N."

"My brother is right," Rollo agreed easily. "You're a good warrior, a decent and beautiful woman," the man claimed while putting his palms to his thick belt.

"And we will have plenty of time to discover what else you are so good," Ragnar summed up. "I suggest we don't trouble her too much tonight, brother. At least until her wounds heal fully,"

"But once the wounds heal...," Rollo came closer and gently wrapped his hand around your neck, "Then we will have to train her a little, am I right, brother?"

"Oh yes. Our little shield maiden will have to learn a lot of new things. Not necessarily combat related but still really useful," Ragnar hummed, kissing behind your ear.

You meowed at their touch.

It all was finally happening. Gods listened to you and your dreams came true.

"For now let's hope her bed can have all three of us. I bet her tired body would appreciate some gentleness,” Earl added.

Rollo laughed. "I take place from the wall."

And after these words he simply flopped off the bed which let out a cracking sound under his weight.

You cringed at the sound but smiled softly when you realized it didn't break.

Gladly you climbed into bed and placed one more kiss on Rollo's lips while Ragnar joined the two of you, wrapping his arm around your waist carefully.

You turned and kissed him as well before getting comfortable between them.

Rollo offered you his stretched arm. "Comfy?," He asked after you placed your head on him. His second hand rested on your hip.

"Don't be too greedy, brother. I am here as well," Other man muttered and nuzzled to your back, hugging you tightly.

You only smiled.

"I couldn't be happier. Two men I love dearly are here with me," You hummed, slowly drifting away into slumber.

Rollo brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

As you fell asleep, he looked at Ragnar. "Do you think we can handle it? Sharing one woman?"

"Why not? We are brothers, I am used to sharing with you," Ragnar shrugged. "If we want to make her happy we need to handle it somehow."

Rollo nodded and put his head to yours. "Yeah. That's true. I hope this will easily work out as I remember us fighting dearly about women.”

Ragnar nodded.

"Just so you know. I fuck her first and away from you," he added quickly.

"In your fucking dreams, Ragnar," Rollo smirked wryly, whispering. "I'll be the first one.'

"It's settled then, Bear. We'll see who will get into her pants first," Ragnar dared with a smile.

Rollo rolled his eyes a little with a consternation in his glance. "I'm older. Older people take precedence over younger people."

"I am Earl. I take precedence over everyone," he said proudly.

"I swear to Gods will you two keep your mouth shut and try to sleep or I need to kick you out of the bed?," You muttered annoyed.

Rollo scoffed loudly and remained quiet, closing his eyes and nestling with you.

Ragnar rolled his eyes and nuzzled to your shoulder before closing them.

"Much better. You two can be quiet," you joked.

♥ 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."