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Ivar the Boneless & Snow White

"She has a lot of reasons to grateful to me. I use all of my divinity to protect her but still she hates me. Why?"

Part One ︙ Part Two

Ivar the Boneless*Does He Treat You Well

Pairing: Ivar x wife!reader

Kinktober Day eleven: knife play with Ivar the Boneless – people whisper and wonder how someone so sweet could marry someone so angry, but they don’t see what Ivar does when you’re underneath him

Warnings: ivar being ivar, slight blood kink, blood, knife play, knife kink, p in v sex, nipple play, choking, hickeys, smut 18+

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You heard their whispers in the street, of course you had. You remember the concerned expressions etched into your parents face as you dedicated your heart to Ivar. You knew what people thought of him and what they feared for you.

Even Ubbe, a long close friend of yours expressed his concern. You had married Ivar a month ago yet now Ubbe was asking you the question, “Does he treat you well?” he asked in a hush whisper from where you sat at the opposite side of the hall from your husband. Your eyes flickered to Ivar as you recalled how he had treated you last night.

/

“Such a pretty dress,” Ivar praised as he laid by your side, his hands trailing down the fabric of your dress as you gazed up at how his pale blue eyes scanned your body, “Shame it has to go,” he muttered but you knew he was not sorry.

Especially not when he clutched the neckline, his dagger slicing through the fabric with ease. Cold air washed over your frame causing your nipples to harden while Ivar finished slicing the dress off you. his eyes raked your body, the dagger slowly being dragged up your legs. You shivered as the cool metal glided along your thigh, so light that it didn’t even scratch your skin. “Husband,” you whined, your hand gripping his wrist making his eyes raise to meet yours, “I need you,”

A low growl left his throat as his lips crashed onto yours. you felt his blade move away from your body, but you were too intoxicated by his lips to care as your hands wound up in his hair as he moved to lay over you. he broke the kiss as suddenly as he started it, his empty hand reaching to squeeze your tit before pinching one of your nipples roughly causing you to whine.

His lips moved to your collarbones, sucking harsh marks into the sensitive skin as he rolled your nipples between his fingers making it hard not to moan loudly. “Such a pretty little thing,” Ivar praised, his voice almost mocking as his eyes raked your chest.

You shivered when you felt the tip of his dagger run up your side slowly, moving over to run up your chest. As he ran the blade up between your breasts, he pressed down lightly, just enough to break the skin. A hot feeling flushed along your chest as Ivar dropped the blade, running his thumb over the cut he had made, collecting the blood on his finger.

You watched as he sucked his thumb, his eyes rolling back into his skull, “Such a sweet taste,” he praised, moving his hands from his lips to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheek bone. Your hand moved to hold his wrist softly and Ivar smiled at your tenderness in even this moment. “A gift from the gods,” he murmured, his lips falling to press soft kisses down your chest to your breasts.

“Husband,” you moaned lightly as he took your nipple into his mouth.

“What is it my sweet?” he asked, trailing his mouth to the other, sucking harshly making you gasp in pleasure.

You could feel your stomach burning and your chest aching, needing his touch despite how close he already was. Your legs moved to hook around his lower back, pulling his body down gently into yours as your hands moved to cup your face, “I need you,” you whispered, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

Ivar however growled, his kiss growing more intense as his hand moved to grab your jaw. You gasped lightly when you felt his hips grind into yours, his hard cock evident through his trousers. While you had heard the whispers of his failures in the bedroom one night with Ivar proved it had just been a mishap.

His lips moved to your jaw, kissing it harshly as he trailed down your frame. His lips soon captured your nipple, his teeth grazing it making shivers run down your spin. You felt his rough hand squeeze your thigh before it slipped between them, running a finger up your slit, “So wet for me already,” he praised, “How desperate you really are,”

“So desperate,” you whined quietly, “for you Ivar. I need you please. do not make me wait,” you begged, your hips instinctively bucking as he rubbed harsh circles onto your clit, “Please husband,”

Your words seemed to spark something in the man as his hand wrapped around your neck, the other diving beneath his trousers to fish out his cock. “You want me?” he asked, and you nodded wordlessly as you felt him line himself up with your entrance, “Then you shall have me,” he grunted, pushing his tip in slowly making you gasp at his size you had still not grown used to. His eyes screwed tight in bliss as he slowly sunk his cock all the way in, his hand trailing down your throat to your breast, squeezing it lightly.

Your hips bucked, desperate for friction, and Ivar had sensed your impatience. His hips began to move, slowly at first before falling into a brutal and relentless pace. Your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing him to hit a deeper angle making curses fall from his lips.

Your eyes screwed shut, trying to stifle the moans as your fingernails sunk into his bicep. You gasped when you felt the cold blade press against your throat, but it only added to the way your body tightened beneath him. When you opened your eyes, you were met by his icy blue ones.

For a moment you wondered if it this was the sight your husbands’ enemies were forced to see before they were sent to Odin and for a moment you thought this alone would make death worth it. but they didn’t get to feel the way you did as you felt your peak soon approaching. Ivar grabbed your hand roughly, shoving it between your bodies so you could rub fast circles into your clit.

His blade moved up, pushing against your jaw making your head tilt back as Ivar’s lips dove down to your neck, kissing down the soft skin. When you felt his arm slip under your back, pulling it up and causing it to arch, you gasped as his cock hit a new spot that somehow felt even better.

Ivar groaned at the way your cunt squeezed around him, but he was determined to last until you had, and it did not take long as with a few more specific, aimed thrusts you found your orgasm rushing over you. your body tightened, your legs wrapping around him and pulling him in deeper making Ivar groan and drop the knife. He moved his arm out from under your back, grabbing at the sheets as his thrusts grew messy and desperate, his forehead resting against yours.

You felt his body stiffen as you came down from your own peak, still panting from the high as you felt him spill inside you before collapsing on top of you in a sweaty mess. After a couple of moments to allow you both to catch your breath Ivar looked up at you, his eyes tender and sweet, “Are you okay my love?” he asked.

/

“Are you okay?” Ubbe’s words snapped you back from reality and your eyes darted back to him, not noticing your husband’s smirk from across the room.

You smiled warmly at your brother-in-law, “Yes and you don’t need to worry Ubbe. He treats me very well, I promise,”

Vixen

Ivar x plus size!reader

Holy shit he is so hot, I would give anything to be Y/N

You were headed towards the main hall, playing with the strings of your corset. You had to have it made specifically for you – the other corsets did not fit you without completely blocking your ability to breathe. You brush an annoying strand of hair out of your face, smirking when a boy trips over himself, too caught up in staring at you. “Are you ok?” You chuckled, your smile softening as you peered over at the boy. His cheeks reddened, and he stumbled back on his feet, awkwardly brushing off the dust from his clothes. “Yes, yes, I’m alright Lady Y/N, nothing to worry about.”

Your eyebrow quickly went up at the mention of your name, looking at the boy with confusion. You haven’t spoken to him previously, and Kattegat wasn’t exactly the smallest village. His eyes widened with realization and his cheeks only darkened further. “No, no, please don’t misunderstand milady, it is only that .. uh, Prince Ivar speaks very uhm, often of you.”

Your eyes lit up immediately at the comment, twinkling with mischief. “Is that so?” Your sultry voice made the boy even more uncomfortable, as he quickly excused himself and headed off in the opposite direction. You couldn’t help but wear your smirk all the way to the main hall. You couldn’t help but love the way your dresses made boys stop and stare.

Upon your entrance, you immediately received the bright smile of Aslaug, who had initially been critical of you but  grew to love your confident and assertive manner, as well as several glares thrown your way.

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ok so this is one of my favourite pieces EVER. i´ll come back to this every few months and it will still make me feel like there´re butterflies in my belly every time. i honestly think it should be a published novel. i´m the kind of person that will stop reading a fic if i feel like there´s a word that doesn´t fit into the structure of the writing and this having 29 chapters with not even one wrong word just blows my mind. the way you capture each character and their developments is so amazing that the first time i read it, i stayed up all night to read 29 chapters and i still wanted more.your description of each emotion and event that happens through every chapter is so realistic i can´t tell you how my heart clenches each time something happens. every chapter you brought a new element to your story that it never got boring and it added depth and reality into your characters yet these are some of the best representations of the real tv charachters.

i can´t thank you enough for sharing your talent. YOU ARE ONE OF THE BEST WRITERS ON THIS WHOLE SITE. ♡

Faint Of Heart Masterlist [Ivar x Reader]

Hello my loves! Here’s the much delayed masterlist for Faint Of Heart, including your amazing and talented oneshots and headcanons and art! <3 This story wouldn’t be the same without you, thank you! <3

Gif by: @jeffreydeanmorgans

Summary: An arranged marriage gets complicated when feelings get involved. 

Chapter 1: Nothing good comes after midnight

Chapter 2:  Dangerous always conquers pretty.

Chapter 3: Understanding someone’s feelings is always difficult

Chapter 4: Lying can be quite easy.

Chapter 5: Calmness is only a trick.

Chapter 6: A gift can mean many things.

Chapter 7:  War doesn’t only take place on battlefield.

Chapter 8: Being cold can be learned.

Chapter 9: Past tends to come back.

Chapter 10:  Anything can happen during a dinner.

Chapter 11:  It was cursed from the start.

Chapter 12: Midnight is not for sleeping.

Chapter 13: Viking Queens are supposed to be strong.

Chapter 14: Making an impression is important.

Chapter 15: Falcon captures the serpent.

Chapter 16: Peace has its own time.

Chapter 17: Sometimes, bliss follows the nightmares.

Chapter 18: Spending time apart can change people.

Chapter 19: Being adaptable is important for planning.

Chapter 20: Underestimation can be dangerous.

Chapter 21: Anger does not have to be loud.

Chapter 22: Then, bliss ends.

Chapter 23: Pain doesn’t last forever.

Chapter 24: Apologizing can make things worse.

Chapter 25: Pretending is difficult.

Chapter 26: Rules of war can be used differently.

Chapter 27: Plans change.

Chapter 28: Some battles are fought beside friends.

Chapter 29: Every story has its end.

Faint Of Heart Headcanons

[Faint Of Heart Sequel Oneshots] :

Poison:  Everyone has limits that should not be crossed.

Fickle Love:  Love does not care about social status. 

The Wolf:  Nightmares are always scary.

[Faint Of Heart Modern Au Oneshots]:

Valentines Day Oneshot: There are many ways to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

[Talented Faint Of Heart Family and Their Art/Oneshot/Series <3]

A lot of different series and oneshots based on Faint of Heart by : @rhabakoli

Faint of Heart - Big Brothers oneshot by: @theladybiers

Faint of Heart- Floki and gifts oneshot by : @shy-violet-soul

Faint of Heart Baby Shark drabbles Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  by: @finnickfoxes

Faint of Heart Baby Oneshot by: @shy-violet-soul

Playlist by: @alyssiamarierenee

Amazing gif set by : @jeffreydeanmorgans

Moodboard by : @xhaleesii

Faint of Heart Queen Art by : @aikeji

Moodboard of Ivar and the Queen by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Bookcover by: @sfyri

Moodboard by: @mamaraptor

Moodboard by: @alyssiamarierenee

Bree’s moodboard by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Bree / Edgard / Bjorn moodboard by: @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan

Queen and Ivar moodboard by: @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan

Edgard moodboard by: @sfyri

Faint of Heart fandom art by: @sfyri

Faint Of Heart moment by : @sfyri

Instagram related art found by: @marvelsvalhalla

Queen and Ivar’s Children Moodboard by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Gala/ Hvitserk and Bree/ Bjorn Moodboard by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Runa and Kinsley Moodboard by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

You guys are the most talented people I’ve ever met in my life, and I can’t thank you enough my darlings! <3 I love you so much! <3

She Was-Ivar

    Warnings: blood, self-bullying, bullying, slavery, fluff

     Summary: Ivar’s best friend, Amala, was a slave when they were children. She was later freed and their relationship grew into something more...Now, Ivar has to deal with seeing her on the battlefield, on Lagertha’s side.

      Note: slanted words are in the past. Bold, slated words are being said in the present but was also said in the past.  Amala means ‘Hard working, labor’.

      Words: 470

           There she was, her black hair flying through the breeze as Ivar stated that Ubbe was no longer his brother.

      There they were, wrestling with each other as six-year-olds, laughter rigging through the great hall. But the fun was quickly stopped as an older man demanded that the little slave girl got him more mead. Amala’s wet, sweat-stricken hair clung to her forehead as she rushed away to do the Viking’s bidding.

           There she was, completely silent as Halfdan patted her armored shoulder, telling her silently that it was time to leave the meeting. The young warriors’ eyes met; blue depths of the sea meeting the blinding Sun.

      There they were, two 12-year-olds, Ivar’s face was covered in a cheerful expression, while his closest friend’s was black; surprised, but blank. Her wide, shadowy orbs were now bright as she leaped to him and took him to the ground with a forceful hug.    She was free, at the youthful prince’s wish.

       There she was, shouting continuously to her followers, all wearing pitch-black armor and riding heavy farmer’s horses, attempting to make them more excited for the battle at hand. 

       There they were, her dancing as a mid-teenager to Sigurd’s fast-pact music, her wild, braided hair swinging with each turn of foot as he watched carefully. Amala’s pace quickened, as did the crowd’s joy. She was giggling, causing fellow villagers to join her in happiness, a few thralls swinging their hips as they danced with the Ragarsson’s ally.

      There she was, face bloodied and shell-shocked as a sword struck through her shoulder from behind, making blood sprout like an ivy’s flower. Amala screamed, Bjorn turned on his heel and went to help her, but was held back by King Harald. Ivar’s jaw dropped, stopped twirling the knife in his nimble fingers and gazed down with panic at the scene below him, on the flat land. 

       There they were, sitting in the field, they very day that Ragnar returned from his chosen exile. The vicious cripple was groaning, his legs causing him as much pain as his father coming back, and knowing that his girlfriend was soon to leave. Amala brushed away his hair from his gorgeous eyes, a smirk clear as she sat and he laid on his back. 

       “Don’t go,” he whispered, confused and angry, refusing to accept that she was leaving him, again.

        Now, her body was on the corpse covered grassland, facing towards him, dull, once golden eyes now turning into a greyish color as Halfdan gripped her cold hand, his death near. A single tear welled up and ran down the scarred face of the ambitious, blue-eyed, son of Ragnar as he watched his heart die.

        She was no longer living.              She was no more.                  She was gone.                                               And even the Sun darkened at that fact.

Think of Me part 1

.... Warning- a bit NSFW, angst

Y/N loved her husband, really, she did. But sometimes another man slipped into her head.

Ivar. Ivar, her best friend. Ivar, her husband. Ivar, the love of her life. Now just put an 'ex' in front of all of those and you'll have the situation.

Before the whole war with Lagertha, Ivar and Y/N were deeply in love, hardly capable of killing their eyes away from each other. But after avenging Ragnar and Bjorn making a side comment on you being unable to fall pregnant, Ivar refused to speak to you.

He never slept in the same bed.

Never kissed you good night.

Never asked how you were now, since your mother had died recently.

No, not ever. Not until you left.

You left with Bjorn and Halfdan, sailing to the Mediterranean. To most, that was an end to the once obsessive marriage. An end to the late nights of weeping to the gods to solve this problem. An end to hiding away your pregnancy belly...

You later married Bjorn.

He loved you. Sure, he may have not been quite as passionate as Ivar was when you two first got married. But a little love is better then none.

You have birth to a daughter, shortly after arriving in Sicily. She had dark blue eyes and dark hair, of course. It was a mock from the gods, as if they were calling you out for choosing the elder son.

Bjorn was furious when he realized you were pregnant while you were all traveling to the Mediterranean Sea. But still, he supported you.

The girl, who you named Idunna, could not walk. Her legs didn't kick while she came to life. As she got older, you developed braces for her- like Ivar's old ones.

She was just as intelligent as him, though her kindness came form you.

Now, you were on the battlefield. Standing behind your new husband, Bjorn, and his younger brother, Ubbe.

Ivar, with his freezing eyes glared at you, watching your every move. As if he wanted to snatch you away. It was a predator-prey relationship

"And what have you to say, Y/N? Hmmm? "

Bjorn's shoulders tightened under your soft hands as you replied, "I don't like war, Ivar, you know that. "

He nodded softly, but grounded his jaw down, "and?"

"And... I'd rather not have it., " Lagertha looked at you, pleading, "but if it comes to that... I'll be willing to kill you. And Hvitserk... And you, King Harald. "

Everyone agreed, but none worded any kind of acknowledgment. After the argument became worse, and Ivar proceeded to throw water in Ubbe's face, all hope of peace was lost.

Ivar and Lagertha's people moved back, yet you didn't. He was staring again. Gazing so deeply into you that you felt like all the secrets were being ripped out.

"Why did you leave me?" His voice cracked. But you knew Ivar better than anyone else, maybe he was lying. "I know you love me, " He looked back up from the grass with a tempest in his eyes, "I think- at least- that you did"

You sighed, Bjorn calling put from across the field, "I'm not sorry, Ivar. You hurt me, and you have to see that we're not children anymore. You can't just expect me to come running back like a lost puppy"

You wanted to, though. He may had ignored you, but he was mourning too. His brother was dead, killed by Ivar himself.

Both parents of his had been killed, though your mother had just been executed by a foreign king.

"Goodbye, Ivar. " You turned to leave, it the memories came crashing on.

"Y/n" He uttered something else under his breath. Yet your feet kept moving. Tears threatened to overflow as Bjorn wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you on for a hug before rushing to prepare troops.

You and Ivar really loved one another, your first kill was for him. He defended you for years against childhood bullies.

He was your first kiss. You briefly remember his soft lips, the sweetness behind them and his gentle grown when your hand found his hair to tug at.

Your tent was filled with little giggles, Idunna. She was only a baby, and Bjorn only allowed her to come because of your fears. He called you irrational, but you swore to stay off the battle field.

A healer with red hair watched over her, Torvi offered weeks ago, but you kindly offered. Bjorn still looked at her with some lust.

Was this love?

Being second to everyone? Sure, you were Ivar's first for a lot of things. First kiss, first time having sex, first marriage, first kid. Well, he didn't know about the last part.

"Here you are, ma'am" Offering a smile, you readily accepted Idunna from the healer.

"Little Idunna, light of my life." You paced, keeping her giggling, but she would become hungry soon.

It was funny, really how this one child had traveled farther than most people in Kattegat.

"Maybe you know what love is"

To Bjorn you were his second. Second wife, second to father his children, second person who he loved the most.

When you and ivar made love, it was with lust and longing. Those lingering touches lingered just a little bit longer than normal.

Those caresses moved to other parts of the body.

Those impure thoughts and wet dreams became real. The pleasure of feeling him so deep left you limping the day after.

"Wife!" Here he comes, Bjorn.

Bjorn was selfish and stubborn, he left Torvi without her consent, an illegal act to the gods.

You often wondered why, but paid no heed to dig deeper in questions.

He too, was a satisfying lover. He preformed for far longer than what you wanted to. He was barely ready while you were already half asleep.

"Wife!" His blonde hair swing with his overbearing body as he came in the tent. "You must go"

You frowned "Where? Back to Kattegat? "

He nodded.

"But what if you loose this battle I'll be alone in Kattegat when Ivar comes riding in! " You were exasperated.

"Just go, " His hands softly brushed away Idunna's soft-as-dawn hair. "It's for the best"

What you didn't know was he was going to loose this war. Ivar would come for you, and he would be well pleased with his prize.

Before leaving the camp with a few warriors you took a dye and bleached your daughter's hair as light as possible.

Idunna the Boneless would live as Bjorn's child- not Ivar's.

Imagine Hvitserk starts bringing a new woman for dinner with his family in the hall. He's absolutely smitten with her, much to the disgust of his youngest brother. The entire meal Ivar is hurling insults at the pair of them, until Ubbe tells him to leave. That night, she sneaks into his room and is sat upon his chest with a knife to his throat before he knows she was even there. The next morning, he's as smitten with her as Hvitserk is.