Someone tells Reader that she isn't good enough for one of them let alone both Bucky and Ivar and to leave them alone. So they tell her all the reasons why they love her to convince her to stay
The ride back home is stifled.
Your boys are goofing off back and forth; Bucky in the front passenger seat, Ivar in the back. You drive silently, grim expression set with no vacancy in sight.
The Lothbrok’s loved Bucky. Every single one of them. Bucky had put on his brave, outgoing face and quickly became center stage at the family barbecue. He even got caught roughhousing with Ubbe, Ivar’s oldest brother, as they started up a small rugby match in the expansive backyard.
Sure, Bucky came along for Ivar long before you did… But now you worried if you’d ever fit in. At first the worry had merely been in the back of your head, but after what Ivar’s mother said - it was a struggle not to cry in front of the boys.
Like on autopilot, you arrived at the house without realizing it. Marched ahead of your boyfriends as a means of quick escape, wanting nothing more than to climb onto bed. Bucky’s bed, preferably.
You snuggled under his sheets with a shaky sigh, willing the tears to stay back. You cringed once you heard the boys making their approach, still fucking giggling as they carried on about their successful afternoon. They fell quiet when they found your form completely buried in Bucky’s bed.
“What is wrong?” Ivar asked.
“Leave it,” you mutter, not sure if you can even bear to tell them without crying in front of them. And you didn’t want that.
You heard Ivar set his crutches down and there was a shift on the bed as the two large men joined you on the bed.
“Babydoll,” Bucky whispered, tugging at the sheet.
Ivar was less gentle. Took a handful of the sheets and tore them from you, making you roll onto your back with the motion. You stared at the ceiling, unwilling to meet their eyes.