Albanian Terms Of Endearment
  • I dashur / e dashur (m. /f.) : love
  • T'a hangsha zemrën: May I eat your heart  
  • Zemra (Ime)  : Heart (of mine)  
  • Dritë e syrit : Light of my eyes (Usually, it’s used by a parent to call this their children, and especially for Fathers towards their daughters)  
  • Gëzim i parë : First joy (Used by parents towards their children)  
  • Rrush : Dear (lit. Grapes)  
  • Xhan : Dear, from Arabic “Jaan” 
  • Shpirt(i im) : Soul (of mine) 
  • Vdeksha un për ty : May I die for you 
  • T'keqen : Dear, Sweetheart (lit.“the bad”, short of “Të marsha t'keqen” that means “May I take upon myself the evil meant for you)  
  • Arush: Little Bear (Used for little children) 

Is Dias here, was prengen before. now i has 4 beautéful childeren and they are wonderful and purrfect and i lov them so muche. childeren screme many and are moste adorable.

humaine unhelpful. said they would “help” but have not washed or fed childeren ONCE. insted they take childeren away one by one and put on “scaels” to “way” them??? rude.

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A/N: There’s only the combo drabbles left. So those will be up soon enough! As for the one-shot native-snowflake I apologize! D: I really thought I’d be able to finish it today! I promise it’ll be up tomorrow! And due to an earlier mishap, there’s two for #46. My apologies!

41. (Thomas Hickey)

“I do-” His confusion was cut off by your lips pushing roughly against his own, both legs coming up to rest on the wooden chair so you could properly straddle him. He paused for a beat, overcome with confusion and amusement, before returning the kiss. His large hands rose, pulling you closer by the back of your thighs as his tongue left a trail of desire on your lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning, body jerking as he pushed up to get closer. 

You were too lost in the feel of his hands and his mouth moving in tandem, your mind addled from the lust. It wasn’t supposed to be this intimate and exploratory, but damn it all, it felt too good. Using the last bit of strength, you pulled away from him, almost giving back in when his lips chased yours like a thirsty man desperate for water. 

“Now, I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it, but what the ‘ell was that?” A breathy laugh left your lips, your racing heart beginning to return to normal.

“A distraction,” you whispered lowly, his darkened gaze following your movements as you attempted to slide off his lap. He caught you in a strong grip, keeping you above him.

“Ah, don’t tell me you’re just goin’ ta leave me aftah that.”

42. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

Had you not felt the wet trail a single, bold tear left as it slid leisurely down your face, you might’ve believed you were numb. Your head rested heavily on your knees, both arms wrapped tightly around your legs. It wasn’t often you allowed yourself to cry, but when you did, there was always a damn good reason. And today, sadly, was no exception. You closed your eyes against the whirlwind of emotion, wishing for nothing more than it all to just leave you alone. But no, you sighed, the sound of footsteps drawing closer, you couldn’t just be left alone.

“(Y/N).” Altaïr sounded unsure and scared, reminding you of a child.

“Yes?” You croaked, cursing yourself when your voice cracked. The air was heavy with confusion, Altaïr approaching you not unlike how one might approach a timid animal.

“I didn’t mean it.” He whispered, knowing he’d messed up. A ghost of a smile graced your lips, eyes once again opening to observe the man behind you. He was worried; hood down, hands fumbling, eyes shining, and lips pressed together. “Please don’t cry. It hurts me when you cry.”

43. (Desmond Miles)

“I told you this was the wrong way.” Desmond grumbled, his hand tugging you back towards the street you’d just come from. Despite the annoyance in his tone, he still had a smile on his face, his golden eyes completely focused on you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed, rolling your eyes. “Let’s just hope this is the right way then.” You replied, a hint of teasing in your voice. He noticed it, a brilliant chuckle bubbling up his throat.

“Oh, it’s going to be the right way.” He stated firmly, the hand interlaced with your own jerking you into his chest. He dropped it, instead choosing to rest both hands on your hips. “And if it’s not,” he began, leaning down closer to your lips, “then we’ll just try another.” You managed a small smile before he closed the distance, his eyelids fluttering closed and his lips meeting yours sweetly.

44. (Connor)

You weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up this way, but you weren’t complaining in the least. Connor’s hands were spread out along your ass, pushing you closer to him, his tongue laving at the bare skin of your neck. Your legs were locked behind Connor’s waist, head thrown back and hips surging forward in the need for sweet, sweet friction. Breathy moans were escaping your mouth, both hands tangled in his dark hair. 

Despite his obvious enjoyment of the situation, something was on his mind. Something that you were almost sure you knew. Every time a groan of  “Connor” managed to tumble from your lips, he seemed to stumble. It wasn’t that he didn’t love this, he just wanted to hear his name roll off your tongue in ecstasy; his real name. So you delivered.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” Your voice was breathy and laced with desire. The brown eyes that you’d spent so long gazing into were swallowed by a sea of black, disappearing in the light of pleasure. “Ratonhnhaké:ton,” you echoed, sure to grind against him at the same time. A low growl was torn from his throat, his words dark and voice husky as he leaned forward.

“If you keep that up, we’re not making it to a bedroom.” A slow smirk formed on your face, his own mirroring yours with absolute wickedness.


45. (Shaun Hastings)

Normally you’d understand Shaun’s diligence when it came to his work, but it had been weeks since there had been any word on Abstergo and peace seemed to finally be here, if only for a bit. Unfortunately, Shaun saw that as all the more reason to work. It was frustrating you to no end, your head resting on top of your fists as you looked up to him with narrowed eyes. Honestly, it wasn’t like you were asking for a whole lot. You just wanted to spend a little bit of time with him away from the whole Templar/Assassin ordeal.

“I know what you’re thinking so just stop.” He grumbled, fingers moving along the keys gracefully without missing a beat. He could be so damn stubborn sometimes. You watched silently for a moment, the insistent sound of tapping as Shaun typed filled the void, almost taunting you to think of someway to get him out of there. And think of a way you did. Biting down on your lip, you suppressed a smile. 

Schooling your expression into one of absolute innocence, you looked up at him, eyes wider than usual and sunlight shining off them like a beacon. Shaun wasn’t able to stop himself from looking, trying to figure out how he’d gotten you to be quite so suddenly. He pulled his gaze away just as quickly, trying his damndest to avoid your look. 

“Don’t you dare give me puppy dog eyes.” He bit out, resolve wavering as his fingers slowed their pace. You smiled, already knowing that you won this round.

46. (Charles Vane)

“You alright?” Vane asked, his head tilted towards you. He couldn’t see much, the sun far too bright, but from what he could see, you didn’t look to be doing too well.

“Just keep moving.” You ground out, a palm pressing roughly into your side. That had been one hell of a fight, but you’d come out more or less unscathed. As for the others, well, they wouldn’t be bothering anyone else anytime soon. You couldn’t help but chuckle darkly, the action sending jolts of pain down your spine.

“That wasn’t what I asked.” He grabbed a hold of your arm, stopping you in your shaky steps. Despite the pressure of his grip, it wasn’t painful. In fact, his touch was quite comforting.

“I’m fine.” You whispered. “But we need to get out of here.” Maybe it was the ache laced in your tone or the urgency of your voice, but he dropped the topic, however reluctantly.

“I bloody well know that.” He grumbled, walking ahead of you. You smiled at the tense muscles in his back. Even if he didn’t admit it, he was worried about you, and that was something you’d never let go of.

46. (Benjamin Hornigold)

The silence was deafening, your head cast down as Hornigold looked to you expectantly. He’d just finished some lecture on how “just” the Templar cause was but you didn’t want to hear what he had to say, too angered by his actions. Why had he betrayed you?

“Will you join me?” He questioned quietly, the smallest twinge of regret in his voice. His hand reached up for you, stopping and dropping once again when he realized it might not be welcome.

“I hate you.” There was no malice in your tone, just you stating a simple, true fact. You thought you loved the man oh so long ago, but you could never think that now. You couldn’t even look at him.

“That wasn’t what I asked.” His voice was barely audible above the sounds of waves crashing against the shore outside. Your eyes slipped shut in a shoddy attempt to stave off the inevitable pain.

“I will never join you and I will never forgive me.” You didn’t need to look up to know he had dropped his head, hand going to his blade. You were a threat, one that he needed to take care of. Only, you weren’t a threat, not to him. But you had too much pride to tell him that. You held your tongue, waiting for death to drag you down in its tight grip, a tear slipping from your eye no matter how hard you tried to hold it in. You never thought it would end like this.

47. (Haytham Kenway)

You were careful to avoid any particularly small branches, knowing that should you hit one, he’d be more than aware of your presence. No, you couldn’t have that, so you continued forward, leaping gracefully to another, studier branch. You’d been following Haytham for a little under an hour, his deep blue cloak almost seeming natural against the solid white snow now. Just a few more minutes and you could strike; you could end this. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, nearly losing your balance in your cockiness of the moment. 

So long as the cold winds were at your back, you were not out of the water yet. But, you were considerably closer to shore. Excitement twinkled in your eyes as Haytham stood exactly where you needed him to, your feet pushing you off the branch and towards him with a little more force than intended. A second of biting winds and you were on him, your hands pinning his arms on either side. For a full moment there was nothing but silence, his gray eyes betraying nothing as you stared into them. Ever slowly, your expression melted, a smile taking its place. His soon followed, adoration in his gaze.

“(Y/N),” he greeted, still sounding eloquent despite the fact that he was pinned beneath you.

“Haytham,” you breathed, wondering what it was he wanted. He’d left you a letter a few days ago, stating that he wished to speak with you. “What is it you wanted?”

“I think you know exactly what I want.” He growled huskily, eyes raking down your figure. You shivered, though it wasn’t entirely from the cold. You may have caught the Grand Master off guard, but he was the one that really surprised you.

48. (Jacob Frye)

Ever since you’d returned from America, Jacob had been acting different. You hadn’t been gone for very long, but the Brotherhood found it fitting that you spend a little more time amongst those who might be a better influence. Granted, Jacob and Evie weren’t necessarily bad, but you’d definitely gotten a little more aggressive since meeting the twins. You couldn’t complain too much, you’d only been gone for a few months. Not to mention, the trip wasn’t all that terrible. But from the day you returned to this very moment, Jacob had barely left your side. There were times when Evie needed to, quite literally, drag him away from you. Finally fed up with his incessant following, you turned to him with blazing eyes.

“What the hell is your problem? You’ve been following me like a lost puppy!” Immediately after your outburst, you felt a twinge of guilt. He looked so hurt, his head dropping in something akin to shame. He may have been annoying you the last couple of weeks, but that certainly didn’t give you a right to hurt him. He muttered something inaudible under his breath, top hot obscuring your view of him. “What?” You asked much quieter than last time, taking a step closer to the Englishman. A swallow worked its way down your throat when he looked to you, a strange look in his eye.

“I said,” he paused, sighing. “I missed you.” His stare caught yours, seriousness conveying in it. “I need you. I need you so bloody much.”

49. (Ezio Auditore)

Each breath sent a stab to your abdomen, the impending doom that had been looming above you for a while now, finally caving in. You weren’t going to last much longer. No matter how hard the doctor tried and no matter how hard Ezio begged, you were going to die. The thought made itself apparent in every scrape and bruise on your body. Time was dwindling with each passing second, the end presenting itself to you in the form of a bloodied sword and a scarlet stomach. The hand squeezing your own was pulling you from the embrace of death, steadfastly ignoring the beckoning of darkness. It was boldly keeping you from your own demise, guiding you back towards Earth. Only, despite its best efforts, it was only delaying the inevitable.

“Amore mio,” Ezio whispered, voice gravelly with emotion. His teeth were clenched, a clear effort to hold back his tears, to accept your fate. “I don’t ever want to live without you. Please, bella, please don’t do this to me.”

“Ezio.” His name came out like a sob, your body shaking in fear. You didn’t want to leave him, you wanted to stay. You weren’t ready to die. Your head fell limply in his directions, eyes attempting to memorize every detail of his face; from his brown orbs to the scar running through his lip, you wanted to remember it all. Your unoccupied hand reached out for his cheek, hoping to rub it along his familiar features one last time. The hope was snuffed out as your hand fell back to the ground, your eyes shutting out the world. With one last painful breath, everything disappeared. You weren’t there to hear his shouts, his cries, his pleas, his screams. You weren’t there to see his world shatter around him. And you sure as hell weren’t there to see him break.

50. (Ezio Auditore)

It was an accident, nothing more. One that most definitely could have been avoided, but an accident nonetheless. However, Ezio did not see it that way. He saw it as you being incompetent, perhaps even foolish, for attempting what you did. How were you supposed to know that there would be that many guards at a church? Honestly, what is with these people? It’s a church! There isn’t supposed to be enough guards to create a small army! Paranoia seemed to run deep in your enemies, some of them even going as far as refusing to leave their homes entirely. But bringing an army to a church was a little ridiculous. Besides, you were just using an opportunity presented to you, something that Ezio had taught you was important in your line of work. Unfortunately, that particular point doesn’t seem to extend to you trying to take out a leader of the Templar Order.

“Do you have any idea what could have happened, sciocca ragazza?” His voice was sharp, no humor present like usual. “Cosa diavolo stavi pensando?”

“It wasn’t that big-”

“Non era un grosso problema?” He laughed curtly. “It was foolish.”

“Ezio…” You tried, dropping your head to the ground. He may be mad, but he always had a weak spot for upsetting you. The guilt would just eat away at him until he caved and apologized. A few seconds ticked by, your eyes trained on the colorful carpet beneath. Just a few more minutes and…

“Mi dispiace, (Y/N).” He sighed heavily, his hand beneath your chin so you were forced to look into his eyes. “Just please,” he paused, adding to the effect of his tone, “Don’t ever do that again.” You nodded, smiling softly at him.


I wanted to share this here because, as far as commissions go, this one was pretty unique. I got a request to make  realistic-looking/feeling  Yu-Gi-Oh cards in the 4-Kids anime style.

They feel like real trading cards in thickness and rigidity and are the same dimensions as regular Yu-Gi-Oh cards so they’ll fit into card sleeves too. The template and layout I used to make these were both made by me and I used references and screenshots from the anime to help me do this.

All card artwork was obtained from the Yu-Gi-Oh wiki


Wanna do a small series called “A game of Rhaegar” With the premise: What if Rhaegar lived, married Lyanna and dethroned his father. Raising his childeren (Aegon, Rhaenys & Jon) and his two younger siblings (Viserys & Daenerys) Seeing as their mother died in childbirth and their father has gone insane. What wacky adventures could be had? (And show a bit more of the now dead characters~)

(Wanna help with some plot stuff or drawings? Chat me! Love all the help! Perhaps we can make it in to a big series!)

Islam in a nutshell:

1. Their prophet, Mohammed, took a 6 year old bride, beat her and deflowered her. 

2. Bacha Bazi - child rape, a tradition. 

3. Honor killings - another horrible tradition. 

4. Public executions for minor crimes. 

 5. Beheading childeren as young as six years old for espionage. 

 6. Terrorism - groups like isis, al qaeda, boko haram and the taliban use islam as its rule of law. 

7. Sending their children to suicide bomb innocent people. 

 8. Suicide bombings - terrorizing the world. 

9. Lighting folks on fire in a cage. 

 10. Muslims are encouraged to lie to non muslims in order to kill them or gain intel on happenings. 

 11. Beheading childeren for the crime of dancing - current event, Saudi Arabia. 

 12. Women are treated as dogs,  have little to no rights in a sharia community. 

 13. Throwing the LGBT folks off of roofs and murdering them. 

14. Forcing rape victims to marry the man that did the rape. 

15.  Forced Female genital mutilation. 

16. Modern day slavery. 

17. Thousands of years of inbreeding - the mr Mohammed says you should marry your 2nd cousin. 

This list goes on and on… lots of people will say that islam is a religion of peace, it is not. More will say in response to the above brutalities^ “but Christians did the crusades!!”  The crusades were 1000 (happy, autistic soyflake?) years ago, and the islamists deserved it. I don’t see Christians currently committing these brutalities, nor any other religion. And yet the marxist Left allied itself with Islam and claims they care about “human rights, slavery, gays and minorities, women”???? Keep lying, another thing you have in common with Islam, it teachers it followers to lie to spread it’s ideology of anti-western civilization.

Girls are JUST as likely as boys to be autistic!

Meltdowns (what boys do usually) get far more attention then Shutdowns (What girls usually do). Both are being caused by a lack of social understanding and sensory overload.

Wake up people!


Do you people know what’s draining the life out of me? The fact that ¾ out of every defender’s posts I see are HATE. It awful. Can’t we all get along?

Can’t we have people who want Danny to be Asian but still respect that there are people who like him white?

If it’s not the hate for the people who defend diversity, then the hate comes from the people who want diversity to the ones that enjoy the thing as it is. Tumblr is literally chaotic with the hate right now.

Can’t we accept that some people enjoy some things and others enjoy another type of things? Can’t we discuss this shows we like in a civil way?

It hurts my soul to see you fight people, plis ),:

And if you want to educate someone in on some topic, do it that way, EDUCATE them. People will never understand why something is wrong if you just keep saying it wrong but not the why’s. A discussion involves two people that LISTEN to each other.

And if an agreement can’t be found, that’s okay too. Just respect that the other person has an opinion and that you have yours and you can then go your different ways. 

No hate, only love.

anonymous asked:

Hii Bonneyy, How are youuu?? I don't know if you are taking requests but if you are, could you maybe do a little one shot where Juvia and Gray find out that Juvia can't have childeren??? I love your work by the way, you're incredible!!!

Hello, dear! I’m fine, thank you! And yes, you can send me requests, but sometimes the muse doesn’t get inspired, sadly. Sometimes she does, though, like now! Thanks for the prompt and I hope you enjoy what I wrote. <3 


Gray kicked himself internally while he wandered over Magnolia trying to find his wife. He shouldn’t have let her walk away on her own, she was so upset and told him she needed some time and to be honest, he did too, after the news they had that day.

It was still a bit fuzzy inside his head, the doctor’s talk about intrauterine adhesions and trauma confused him. He knew their profession was dangerous but he never thought there would be such consequences.

Earlier that day they went to see a doctor; after two years of marriage they decided to try and have a child. To make sure everything was alright, they got the appointment, which turned into a nightmare not too long after. Apparently, Juvia couldn’t carry a baby because of adhesions in her uterus caused by some trauma during their jobs.

Gray couldn’t remember the last time he saw her so shaken up – Juvia had always been energetic, positive and downright happy most of the times, so happy she usually managed to bring Gray back from any downs.

If he were true to himself, Gray never thought he’d get married and have kids while growing up. It was such a foreign thought for him that he grew used of being on his own when he wasn’t with his friends. Juvia changed that: she changed everything.

Juvia made him happy, happier than he ever thought it was possible and it was enough for him. He didn’t need anything else, but she did. Her heart was so big, she had so much love inside her she just needed to shower someone else with it so, she talked to him about trying for a child.

He knew he’d love their children as much as he loved her and after a few weeks wondering if he’d make a good father, he finally told her they could try. Oh, she had been so happy. Absolutely glowing until they found out the reality of their plans.

“Come on, Juvia.” He whispered, trying to find her and walking towards the park – he had gone to Fairy Tail but she wasn’t there so he tried another places she enjoyed going.

Finally, by the kid’s playground, Gray spotted the lovely blue shade of her hair. She was seated on one of the benches, watching the children and their parents as they played.

Sighing, Gray stepped closer to the bench and even though he was certain she sensed him getting closer – she always knew when he was around – she didn’t look away from the children. Gray sat next to her, rested his elbows on his thighs and looked at her.

Juvia had clearly been crying for some time and it broke his heart, he always hated her tears. He reached for one of her hands and squeezed it, Gray saw her lower lip tremble.

“Juvia always wanted to be a mother.” She whispered, fresh tears falling. “Since she can remember, she always wanted to have a big family, she grew up alone and didn’t want that for her children.” She sobbed. “I guess I don’t have to worry about that now.”

Gray pulled her into his arms as she cried and felt his own throat close up, feeling some loss as well. He kissed the top of her head and caressed her back, holding her close and trying to help in any way he could.

“It’s alright, Juvia.” Gray whispered. “We will be fine.”

“How?” She asked and looked up, eyes shining with tears. “I can’t give you a family.”

Gray shook his head. “Don’t say that. You and I are a family. Us and the Guild are a family. We will always be a family.”

“We were going to try to have a baby.” Juvia sniffed.

“I know.” He put a hand on her cheek. “And I know how much that meant to you. I can see it now how sad you are because of what we learned today, but Juvia… we’ve been through so much together. We went to hell and back, but we always came out of it together.”

She shook her head. “This is different. Juvia saw you were getting excited about having a baby too, it took you a while but you finally wanted it and now Juvia can’t give you that-” Her eyes widened in horror and Gray frowned in confusion. “Oh. Juvia can’t give you that.” She whispered to herself and he saw how pale she was when she let go of his hand as if it burned her. Juvia got up from the bench, eyes still wide. “You- you need to be with someone who can.” Gray didn’t like the sound of that at all. He got up and reached for her, but Juvia took a step back. “No. It’s… it’s Juvia’s fault, not yours.” The blunette shook her head. “You could still get it if Juvia’s not- Juvia has to leave-”

That’s enough.” Gray said, angrily and a bit loud, he could see some of the parents look their way in curiosity. “I know that you are hurting right now, Juvia, I know, but don’t you say another word about leaving.”

Juvia cried harder. “You could still have it. Juvia wants you to have it.”

“Do you think I want any of that without you?” Gray was exasperated and he got closer to her, not being stopped that time by her taking a step back. “Damn it, Juvia, I wouldn’t care for any of it if you hadn’t showed me I could be happy.” He put a hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. “It took me a long time to admit it to myself and then you this, but it’s you I want. In any way, I don’t care what happens.”

Juvia hugged him. “You don’t?”

“I don’t.” Gray was well aware there was people looking their way, curious, and Gray never cared for public displays of affection like Juvia but he humored enough, but that time he knew she needed him. “And… I know it’s too soon, I know we still have to get used to what we learned today and the idea, but…” He cleared his throat. “We could still have children, Juvia.” She looked up in question. “There are a lot of children who needs a family and I think we could be that family.”

“You mean… adopt?” Juvia asked. She had so much love to give and any child they welcomed to their family would never feel in want of affection, she would shower them with love like she did to him – she had saved him from himself.  Gray, of course, would give them his love as well, like she taught him to.

“Sure.” He nodded. “I was kind of adopted by Ur. If it weren’t for her, Lyon and I wouldn’t have learned magic and I would have grown up solely focused on revenge. I needed a family and she gave me one, even if it meant having Lyon too.” Gray added and Juvia rested her head on his shoulder.

She thought for a moment. “How will we know?”

“We’ll know. We found each other, didn’t we? Or rather you found me and didn’t let go. Thankfully.” She snorted and he couldn’t help it but to feel a bit lighter at the sound. “I guess we… well, I guess we just have to find the rest of our family. They are probably waiting already.”

“Do you mean that?” Juvia looked up in hope and Gray knew there was only one answer to that question. “You are not just saying that to humor me? Truly?”

“I do.” He nodded. “I still think I’ll be a crappy dad sometimes but I will try to be a good one for that big family you want.”

“We just need to find them.”

“We just need to find them.” Gray agreed. “Do you want to go home?” He asked after a few moments. “You must be exhausted.”

“I am.” Juvia agreed. “I have a lot to think of. Or better yet, we do.” She tip-toed and gave him a peck on the lips. “Juvia will probably not be in her best mood for a while yet while she gets used to the news.”

“We’ll manage. You had to put up with my moody years, I think it’s time I return the favor.” Gray caressed her back. “You never gave up on me and I’ll never give up on you. We’ll do this in whatever way you want it.”

“Thank you.” She told him and she dried her cheeks before she looked up, love clear in her eyes. “I love you.”

Gray smiled and kissed her, “I love you too” he whispered –  even after years of being together, he still found it hard to say it all the times, but at that moment he knew she needed that further assurance and he was more than happy to give it to her.

No matter what, he’d be by her side like she always had been by his.


AN: I didn’t want this story to be sad, I wanted it to transmit hope. Of course, any woman who wants to be a mother would be upset if they discovered they couldn’t carry a child, but it doesn’t mean they can’t be mothers. There are many ways of creating a family and yes, sometimes we have to look for them instead of waiting nine months to have them. Love is what makes a family and we must never forget that.

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Ivar The Boneless x Reader
Part IPart III - Part IV - Part V

Summary: Ivar is acting distant and since two days he forces you to sleep aside him in the bed. The burden of his mood and silence start to push on you. Until you one day wake up to see Ragnar sitting on a chair … and he has a question for his youngest son.
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Since two days he forced you to sleep every night aside him … you hardly slept. Sometimes you layed awake for hours, listening to his steady breathes. And when he came looking for you with his hand you tried to get as far away from it as possible. Sometimes it worked, other times he waked and pulled you closer again, so he could wrap his arm around you, resting his head against your arm or chest. You thought you would get just to it but you didn’t. Every night again you were afraid of what he would ask of you. Ivar had changed the last two days, he kept you in that little cabin and you weren’t allowed to go out, not even to follow him to the great hall for dinner. So half the day you did hardly something, all that spare time you used to think of possible things he could ask you, or forced you to do. But every time he came inside he said hardly a thing, kept his distant and looked troubled. You didn’t know why. Were you worried about him, no … maybe a little. He held his sarcastic comments for himself and barly looked at you. It was kind of a relief but you also knew that what he asked you, you had to do immidiatly. His mood, you didn’t challenged it, you obayed. At some points he was better like this, he hardly asked something and when he asked something it was all with that bottled up anger. So you just were as quiet as he was and you runned for him if he asked something. The only thing he asked was to sleep beside him, so you did. You didn’t dare to ask wath was on his mind, you just leaved him be, for the sake of your own life.

When you waked, you felt the heat of his body against your back. But that wasn’t the only thing that really troubled you. There was a sent in the cabin, the sent of sea air, salt, it was a distinct sent that wasn’t supposed to be here. You layed quite the distant away from the sea, why was it like you just laid aside it? You lifter your head, trying to get away from under Ivar his arm when your noticed a movement. You turned your head over your shoulder and like the little stupid girl Ivar thought you were you started yelling when you saw a man sitting on a chair aside the door. Ivar was within seconds awake, grabbing his axe and really … he pointed it at your throat. ‘Are you really that stupid.’ He hissed. You saw him almost thinking about chopping your head of with that thing. The cold blade leaved you no room to swallow.
‘Sorry, Ivar.’ You reacted scared. He groaned and pulled his axe away, turning towards the man you were yelling about.
‘Father.’ He murmured. You watched to the man, Ragnar? You weren’t that good awake to notice it immidiatly. The last time you saw him he gave you to Ivar. His beard was twice that long, his eyes piercing yours.
‘Y/n?’ He smiled amused almost. You didn’t knew what to say, it was only after you felt Ivar watching you that you reacted.
‘King Rangar.’ You nodded polite, looking at Ivar to get some further instructions.
‘She is your wife now?’ He asked his son. You just could hold your jaw from dropping down.
‘By all the gods no father, she just keeps me warm at night.’ The sarcastic tone in his voice brought Ragnar his eyebrowns up, he looked back at you again.
‘I see.’ He reacted swiftly. You pulled your dress over your head and got as fast out of that bed as you could.
‘Can I offer you something?’ You asked Ragnar, not that you had much here to offer.
‘Keep your mouth shut Y/n. Father why are you here?’ He asked angry. It didn’t take you long to paste the pieces together, his mood came from his father. Ragnar must have been back for a couple of days now, that why he was all bottled up in anger, crawling in his own thoughts.
‘I wanted to ask you something.’ Rangar began. Normally you would help Ivar get dressed but his movements were so harsh and uncontrolled that you were a little afraid for the effects of that. He didn’t commanded you to so you stayed put aside the window.
‘Oh, and now you ask! After begging with my brothers you have no other choise than ask a cripple.’ He spitted on the ground before his father. Ragnar was rather amused by it, not intimidated by his youngest son.
‘You can’t see it like that.’
‘How do I have to see it than?’ Ivar asked, his lip a little curled in a mean grinn.
‘You can go Y/n, it is best that your aren’t here for the consequences.’ Ragnar smiled towards you. What was he going to ask? But as you just to you turned you head towards Ivar and Rangar was quite impressed by the obedience you showed.
‘Go.’ He nodded towards the door, not even looking at you. You rushed out, ran the way through the village until you found enough people around you to just breath for a moment. You were out and you hoped you didn’t have to go in again for a while.

Ragnar his arrival back at Kattegat changed quite a bit to be honest, more restless. The dock laid full of ships, ready for departure. You found Margrethe with some other girls and go stood beside her. ‘Y/n, I thought,’
‘I’m fine, what is happening?’ You asked while looking over all the vikings and their ships.
‘Björn is leaving for a raid beyond Paris.’ She explained. You looked at queen Aslaug who kissed her son on the forehead.
‘Hvitserk will go to?’ You asked softly, Margrethe nodded. You watched how the boats slowly started to sail away, leaving a whole lot of woman and childeren behind in Kattegat. When everybody returned to his work you and Margrethe kept standing there, gazing at the horizon. ‘Why is Rangar back?’ You asked carefully. Margrethe turned around and the both of you started walking, slower that usual.
‘He wants to go to Engeland again, Ubbe told me.’ She said while watching Ubbe who walked aside his mother, like the good son he was.
‘And they don’t want to?’
‘No, Ubbe and Sigurd want to stay here for queen Aslaug and Hvitserk promised his brother already to sail to Paris. So that only leaves Ivar,’ her voice fadded and she looked at you with concerned eyes.
‘I hope he would.’ You whispered. All those years Ivar imprisoned you. It wasn’t always that bad but you were just a toy to him. The tense you had felt past days and weeks started to burden you heavily. So he going on a raid with his father wouldn’t be a bad thing.
‘Is it that bad?’
‘No,’ You began, sighed a little before continuing. ‘last couple of days were just so unpredictable and I’m just so tired.’ You closed your eyes trying to get some peace in to your head.
‘I pray for you Y/n.’

And Margrethe her prayers helped. ‘I’m leaving with my father.’ He announched the next morning. You looked away from the window, turning your body towards Ivar who sat on the egde of the bed, pulling his legs together with a belt.
‘When do you leave?’ You asked softly, not intending to do harm with those words but clearly Ivar thought different of that.
‘Is that the only thing you have to say about it?’
‘I thought it would be,’
‘I thought about taking you with me but on the other hand you just can stay here keeping an eye on my brothers and mother.’ He intterupted you. Why did you need to do that? It was clearly visable on your face because he asked you with a finger to come closer. You swallowed and walked over to him, he pulled you beside him on the bed, his fingers wrapped around you elbow just hard enough it felt uncomfortable. ‘I will leave for some time, maybe I don’t come back. Until somebody says otherwise you stay here. You are still my slave, same rules.’ He made the situation clear, you noded without looking at him, you looked towards your hand who layed in your lap. He laid his fingers under your chin and pulled your head around so you had to face him. ‘Understand?’
‘Yes Ivar, I won’t go away.’ You promised him. He studied your face a smiled a little arrogant, pulling your face towards him and placing his lips against yours, pushing his tongue in between, taking dominance like always. When he pulled back you were a little dazzled, rested your forehead against his shoulder.
‘Maybe I will miss you.’ He thought out loud. You slowly looked up to him, in to the blue eyes who could be so wonderfull if he wasn’t angry all the time.
‘Be carefull Ivar.’ You whispered, trying to smile a little before you got back up. Would you miss him …

That feeling came as you saw the boats laying while a bunch of men putted some food on board. Ragnar had gattered men who weren’t really fit for battle anymore, but he took them with him, because he had nobody else. You stood aside Margrethe and Ubbe, Aslaug aside him when Ivar came, on crutches. He could hardly hold his body up but he did, placing the one before the other. Offcourse it went wrong where everybody could see it. You felt compassion in that moment when he fell on the ground. You wanted to help but you saw that Aslaug held Ubbe back and Margrethe did the same with you. You closed your eyes, not wanting the see Ivar suffer under his own disability. He crawled further, eyes as tempered as the sea, confident so strong as always. You changed looks with him, you were the only one he looked at before he turned to his father. There was some weird knot in your stomach, bad feeling.
‘Come back home.’ You hardly whispered out loud for yourself to hear. And while they sailed away you looked at his boat until it was to small to recognized and  they dissapeared on the horizon. Yes, you would miss him.