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Good thing Ivar has very strong arms. Very useful for when he keeps digging himself into a hole. 😅😅😅
Vikings fic: The Best of Everything - Chapter Four || modern!Ivar x reader
A modern!Ivar AU
Ivar x f!reader
CW: swearing, lots of bad language and shit talking, threats and verbal abuse, standover tactics, intimidation. Mentions of gentrification. Sexual content.
Synopsis: Your dad’s bar is a local landmark, your pride and joy, your livelihood. But Lothbrok Developments also has it in their sights. You’ve managed to resist their dirty standover tactics for months now, but when their infamous CEO Ivar Lothbrok gets involved do you even stand a chance? A fiercely independent and practiced businesswoman, you’re stubborn as hell with a reckless tendency to speak your mind, so you like to think you can handle anything the blue-eyed businessman throws at you.
But, in reality, you know it’s never that easy to resist temptation.
Thank you to @leilabeaux for the inspiration and cheerleading, and help storyboarding. I love you more than I love cake.
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Catch up! Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
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Chapter Four
Your heart takes a long time to calm down. Sitting at your desk, you stare at your computer screen for a while, then, realising you’re not going to get any work done while your mind is on him, you close the screen and head out into the bar.
It’s not a particularly busy day, even for a Saturday. There are no football games on and the weather is good so most people are out enjoying it. Your regulars come in around dinner time and it’s a pleasant relief to sit and chat with them.
Finally, around ten-thirty, the last person leaves and you start to close up for the night. You’re about to take the till out to the safe when you hear the old bell above the door chime.
“We’re closed, sorry,” you call out, not looking up. “But I can get you a take–”
You pause when you hear the click-drag of his uneven gait over the tiled floor. Immediately, your brain starts to short-circuit in a supernova of conflicting emotion.
“Come to apologise?” you ask, not looking up.
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