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Imagine this
Yn: I want to marry ivar
Rando(or Sigurd): but he's a cripple
Yn: So? He has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. His upper body strength is amazing. He has fabulous abs. And his firey rage makes my loins roar with hunger.
Ivar:😳
Imagine the reader coming from the walking dead universe and somehow getting to vikings and falling in love with ivar
Imagine this
Yn: *aggressively shouts* All right, that's it, you me bed now
Ivar: you can't-
Yn: I said, "Now," pretty boy
Imagine ivar finding out that the reader doesn't believe in the Christian religion they were raised under because they see it impossible for there to be just one god
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.
Tag team: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @youbloodymadgenius @serasvictoria @quantumlocked310 @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom @teishalicious @heavenly1927 @oldglitterstory @pomegranates-and-blood @ivarsgard @lordsexmachine @quietborderline @xbellaxcarolinax @aprilivar @carlandonorri-s @theanxietyqueen17 @illyrianhighfaerie @crazybunnyladysworld @funmadnessandbadassvikings @onyxskeleton29 @katfett @grimeundglow @beware-thecrow @zuxiezendler @southernbe @love-all-things-writing @a5hl3y5ibley @alicedopey @oddsnendsfanfics @ecarroll1978 @ritual-unions-gotme @mrsalwayswrite @peaceisadirtyword @revolution-starter @peachyboneless @pokeasleepingsmaug @istorkyou @youbelongeverywhere @that-virgo-witch @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog
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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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Vikings fic: The Best of Everything - Chapter Five || 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. Guise, this is where the smut starts to kick in. Also, there’s a lot of swearing, verbal abuse and some throwing of things in this. REMEMBER: Aunty Pearl says VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER.
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 nice whiskey. And that’s a lot.
Tag team: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @youbloodymadgenius @serasvictoria @quantumlocked310 @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom @teishalicious @heavenly1927 @oldglitterstory @pomegranates-and-blood @ivarsgard @lordsexmachine @quietborderline @xbellaxcarolinax @aprilivar @carlandonorri-s @theanxietyqueen17 @illyrianhighfaerie @crazybunnyladysworld @funmadnessandbadassvikings @onyxskeleton29 @katfett @grimeundglow @beware-thecrow @zuxiezendler @southernbe @love-all-things-writing @a5hl3y5ibley @alicedopey @oddsnendsfanfics @ecarroll1978 @ritual-unions-gotme @mrsalwayswrite @peaceisadirtyword @revolution-starter @peachyboneless @pokeasleepingsmaug @istorkyou @youbelongeverywhere @that-virgo-witch @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog @ivarhoegh @ironynoticony
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Catch up! Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
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Chapter Five
It’s a full four days before you hear someone clear their throat, and you look up to see Ivar leaning against the door frame of the cool room.
You had kind of hoped he would show up. Truth be told, if he hadn’t shown up that morning, you probably would have gone looking for him yourself.
The end to your date had left a sour taste in your mouth, a thousand things unsaid, both good and bad. You wish you hadn’t bitten right away to his self-loathing, or his jumping to conclusions, or his name-calling; whilst you were generally known for being hot under the collar when the right buttons were pushed, you were also level-headed in confrontations, good in a crisis. There was just something about Ivar Lothbrok that brought out the worst in you.
You stare at him for a while; he offers you a thin smile, then steps away, heading in the direction of your office. With a sigh, you turn back to your stock inventory; you’re not chasing him, no way. He can wait while you finish. He can sweat.
Ten minutes later, he appears again.
“I bought you lunch, you insufferable woman,” he snaps, “come and eat it before it gets cold.”
“This frigid bitch is used to cold things!” you call after him petulantly.
The sound of his laugh echoing down the hallway to you makes you grin as you tick off the kegs of Heineken from your list.
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Glædelig Valentinsdag || Modern!Ivar x Fem!reader
Summary: Ivar is the reader's boyfriend and they both are spending Valentine’s Day together.
Warnings: None, if not counting Ivar who doesn’t give a shit about flowers 🤷♂️
Words: 1,6k
Authors: Cass & Fenrir
Valentine's Day is so fricking dumb it almost melts my mind, thought Ivar to himself, crossing another alley in the florist store to pick some beautiful flowers for you. All those cards, chocolates, sweat-shop lingerie items, all made Ivar feel so done with the modern world. It's right up there with Halloween, let's screw paying respect to the dead, and sell insanely overhyped costumes!
As much as he hated all those silly holidays, he was still about making it amazing, just for you. He knew well that you were a fan of Valentine's Day, so he set up with you for the evening and already spent half an hour by the florist store.
A lady working at the place approached him and asked whether he needed help.
"Yeah, actually I do," Ivar replied. "I'm looking for flowers."
The lady blinked, tilted her head, and chuckled softly. "Well, sir, we have a lot of them," she made a little circle with her palm, showing the entire exposition to him. "What flowers do you have in mind?"
What flowers do I have in mind, ha, he thought to himself and grimaced a little, being already tired with her unnecessary question. "Ahm. Just flowers? Haven’t been thinking about the type though. Flowers with a nice scent that will look presentable, I guess? The price is no concern, I just need the biggest bouquet for my girlfriend."
* * * * * * * * * *
Cute tops, tight jeans, dresses, jewellery, and hills were scattered all over the bedroom floor. The once neat and clean room looked like a locker room during the fashion show.
You groaned loudly, looking into a big mirror on your wall. The dress you were wearing now was cute and pretty but not pretty enough for Valentine's Day.
Of course, you were aware that love ought to be celebrated every day, but this particular date was fully dedicated to demonstrating love.
Once you picked out the right dress, there came the even worst part of the preparation: make-up and your hair. Luckily, all the beautiful people from YouTube for once were helpful, and finally, you were ready.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ivar came to pick you up.
He had planned the entire evening just for the two of you, trying to find a place for as many romantic activities as he could ever think of, not counting sex. This year he decided to go for the emotional aspects and not only the physical ones.
He picked the number of your flat on the intercom and waited for you to pick it up.
You immediately picked the intercom up and let him in.
Before he got to your flat, you had to look into the mirror again to make sure everything was neat.
He knocked a few times, and once you opened the door, Ivar offered you one of the best smiles he could make. "Hi, Y/N. Here, these are for you," a young man handed you a huge bouquet of red roses.
You gasped and accepted the bouquet, immediately smelling the flowers. "Oh, thank you, Ivar. Please, come in for a moment, I will put them into water."
He rubbed his palms together and stepped into your flat.
Ivar wasn't a fan of the place you lived in; it was just a tiny apartment consisting of a small bathroom, little kitchen, one larger room that served as a living room, and a bedroom.
He looked around and smiled to himself, noticing a photograph of the two of you that hung on the wall in the living room.
He remembered the moment when the picture was taken very well. You and he went to the Tivoli the year before, and one of your friends snapped the lovely picture of you, with your arms wrapped around Ivar's neck, laughing as he was picking you up.
You put the flowers into a big vase and smelled them one last time.
After that, you walked to the mirror once again and improved your make-up and dress.
Then you grabbed your bag. "I am ready. What do you think?"
"Are you going to go out without your coat?," Ivar chuckled. "It's freezing outside."
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your coat putting it on. "Well, I wanted your opinion about my dress but thank you for reminding me about my coat."
"Your dress is beautiful, fits you perfectly."
"I know," you giggled and smiled at him. "Shall we?”
He offered you his arm, nodding. "Sure."
* * * * * * * * * *
The first thing he did was to take you on a walk, he picked Tivoli Gardens as the destination. "Can you believe it? Two years together."
"Honestly? I can't believe it, I was sure that this would be a short relationship," you sighed.
He stopped and looked down at you, his eyebrow raised. "What made you think that way?"
"Well, when we started dating you, I heard a lot about you from other girls. I was scared that it wouldn't last too long."
He rolled his eyes theatrically, grimacing. "And of course, you had to talk with other women about me."
"Hey! Shall I pretend I don't know you?” You asked and playfully poked his ribs. "It's not my fault everyone knows my boyfriend.'
He nodded, and you continued the walk along with one of many paths in Tivoli.
You smiled. "Ivar?"
He looked down at you.
You gave him a sweet smile. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Even though he didn't show it openly, his heart melted with your sweetness.
"Ok, Y/N. Since it's so cold tonight, let me take you for a coffee and a piece of cake."
Ivar took you to a cosy café where he ordered himself a piece of cheesecake and espresso and earl grey and apple pie for you.
You got comfortable on your chair and looked around with a smile.
You loved this place, it was your favourite, to be exact. "You know. I have a gift for you."
He stopped with his hand raised halfway to his lips, looking at you above his cup.
"It's Valentine's Day after all," you shrugged and reached into your bag. After a short moment, you pulled out a box and handed it to him. "Glædelig Valentinsdag, min skat."
He took a sip of his coffee and set the cup aside, accepting the box from you.
Inside there was a watch, not a cheap one for sure. After all, you worked your ass off a lot to get it. "I hope you will like it.'
His lips parted as he gasped. Ivar's glance moved back to you. "Y/N..."
"There is something on the back," you said happily.
He slowly turned the watch.
A short message was engraved on the back.
I love you & hope this watch will remind you about it
He smirked proudly. "Thank you, Y/N. I didn't expect such a gift. It's beautiful," he said, taking his watch off to try the new one. "Fits perfectly. I love the stripe."
He then reached into a pocket of his black coat, pulling a little box as well, offering it to you.
"Ivar... You didn't have to," you stuttered, taking the box to look inside.
You found a necklace and a pair of matching earrings made of rose gold, wolf-shaped.
"Oh my God, Ivar. Thank you! They are so beautiful!"
He smiled and looked out of the window.
Ivar smiled, seeing that it started snowing. Snow danced in the light of a nearby street lamp, conducted by the gentle wind.
"I think it's time to go. Maybe you would...," You shrugged with a soft smile, "Would you like to go to my place? We could watch a movie."
You didn't have to ask twice. "Sure thing," Ivar replied with a nod.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ivar paid for everything, and you two went to your apartment. You knew he didn't like it, but what could you do - it was your home after all.
Once the two of you got there, you prepared a couch and some snacks.
After picking a movie, you sat down on the couch, smiling at Ivar with a blanket in your hands. "I am ready for cuddling."
He let out a soft chuckle and opened his arms for you. Soon, he was watching the movie, with your head resting on his chest, stroking your shoulder.
"This is the best Valentine's Day in my whole life," you said quietly and looked up at him.
"They say that if you want to melt ice, you gotta be warm. And this is what you have done to me; you sparkled the forgotten emotions I held in myself," Ivar replied within a soft tone, playing with your hair. "I love you, and I enjoyed today spent with you. Even though I planned much more for us to perform, I'm content with the final result.”
When you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his body, he snuggled in. In your embrace, the world stopped still on its axis, and that was what Ivar needed. "You're the only person I know that gives indefinite hugs." He let his body sag, and his muscles become loose. "Jeg elsker dig."