Happiness (Ivar the Boneless x Reader)
Uh, pain? Cute Ivar, Dad Ivar.
Word count: 1404.
A/N: Here goes nothing… It’s short and I’m sorry. I kinda like the beginning but the end is shit,
as per usual.
Little wet hairs stuck to your forehead as another wave of agonizing pain shoot through your entire body. A throaty groan left your lips, your head falling back into the furs you were lying on – they were rigid and irritated your soft skin, but it was the least of your problems. You propped yourself on your elbows when the pain subsided, knowing very well that another hit was coming within seconds.
You growled as the little brunette thrall put a wet cloth on your burning shoulders, scaring her off – but you couldn’t care less, another wave was coming sooner than expected. And gods this one hit you hard. You barely registered the words of the old woman kneeling between your parted legs as you felt a sudden urge to push. And so you did, with all your force. Gritting your teeth and shutting your eyes you focused on this sole action, praying to the gods, begging them to deliver you from the pain. But as the sigh that left the woman’s chapped lips reached your ears you knew it was all for nothing and let yourself fall back down, defeated.
It’s been hours and you haven’t progressed at all. A loud sob ripped through you, tears filling your eyes and blurring your vision. Your hands flew to your hair, grabbing it tightly and pulling at it in frustration. You couldn’t do it.
Shaking your head, you whimpered. You could feel their eyes on you, filled with worry and pity. Looking down you caught the old woman’s gaze. Her grey eyebrows were furrowed but she managed to give you a small smile, trying to comfort you.
“I- ” Your throat was dry and ached after all the crying and screaming – whole Kattegat must have heard you. You winced, swallowing down trying to sooth it. “I can’t do it.”
“Y/N, we’re almost there. You’re doing so-” She said calmly, her hand rubbing circles into your calf but you cut her off.
You knew it was a lie. You’ve been lying here, exposed, since this morning. Resting in the middle of the cabin in the same position, pushing over and over, to no avail. You were exhausted, your limbs felt numb and you could barely move. You just wanted to get it over with, but you couldn’t do it alone.
“No.” You snapped. “I can’t do it on my own. I need him.” You watched her exchange a look with one of the thralls, a petite redhead you did not even recognise. After a few painfully long seconds she nodded towards the door and you let out a long breath, relieved that your husband was going to be there, by your side, in a moment.
Just as the door opened, the muscles in your core tightened – pain taking over your body once again. Your eyes widened, alarmed, and you looked up to the ceiling shaking your head vigorously. No, no, no. Tears ran down your face as you tried, one more time, to push the child out. You were so close to giving up, so close to yelling at all the thralls and the healer to get out and leave you alone when a warm hand gripped yours, making you lift you head.
Your eyes met with icy blue ones
and you smiled tiredly as your husband moved closer to you, sitting on the furs
and letting you rest your head on his lap.
“I’m so sorry.” You said as the contraction passed. Closing your eyes you rubbed your cheek against the harsh material of his pants, taking in the familiar scent of your man.
“Don’t be, you’re doing great.” He praised, his voice unusually calm. A warm feeling spread in your chest when you looked up at Ivar. His eyes were full of love, admiration and a hint of what you believed was concern.
But seeing him here, holding your hand tightly as he brushed your hair away from your face with the other, gave you strength. And for the first time since it all started, you were ready for the next blow.
“I love you.” You whispered as you felt it coming, starting in your stomach then moving down. You shut your eyes closed, squeezing your husband’s hand as you pushed for the umpteenth time. Bending down, Ivar’s lips ghosted over your sweaty forehead.
“You’re doing amazing, love.” He kissed you softly, his free hand massaging your scalp. “Just like that, you’re almost done.” He smiled as the old woman between your legs gave him a firm nod, letting him know it was working. So he kept on talking to you, whispering sweet words only for you to hear. Encouraging and praising you, telling you how proud of you he was and how impatient he was to meet your child. Your child. A little human being that you have created.
It only took a few more pushes, a few more minutes, and all of sudden you felt empty. Panicked, you opened your eyes and immediately looked up to your husband. But he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were focused on something else, his mouth agape. And then you heard it, the loudest yet the most comforting cry you’ve ever heard. You barely had time to react, to move, when the child was placed on your chest.
“It’s a boy.” The healer said softly before standing up, mentioning to all the slaves to follow her out, leaving you and your husband alone with your new born son.
“He’s beautiful.” You said after a couple of minutes, running your finger gently down his cheek. And he truly was, even covered in your blood. A soft laugh left your parted lips as your son fussed in your arms, getting into a more comfortable position before settling down. He was gorgeous. The prettiest baby you have ever seen. You could look at him for hours.
You pulled yourself up higher, resting your back against Ivar’s chest, and you sat there in the dimly lit room.
The calming silence was cut by a soft whimper coming from your left. You turned slowly, careful not to frighten the little bundle of joy sleeping in your arms. Your lips curved into a smile at the sight of your husband, the fearless Ivar the Boneless, brushing tears off his reddened cheeks.
You’ve never seen him cry before. Not even when he learnt that his mother was killed. Seeing him this vulnerable in front of his first born son, with tears stains on his puffy cheeks and his eyes still shining, made you smile with joy and pride.
“What do you want to name him?” You asked, catching his attention. His wide blue eyes met your E/C ones. He kissed you quickly before answering, already having a name in mind.
“Kalei.” He said, his hand moving to his son’s head, touching him for the first time. He caressed his dark hair carefully, as if he was going to break him.
“Kalei.” You repeated, testing the name. “I love it.” You placed your lips on Ivar’s cheek, kissing him softly before turning your attention back to the infant. As if he had sensed it, Kalei opened his big eyes, blinking furiously a few times before focusing on something, or more like someone. You could hear your husband’s breath hitch at that exact moment.
“Thank you.” Ivar said not breaking eye contact with his son, bringing an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He thought he would never be able to please a woman, even less to have a child. But everything changed when he met you. You took your time with him, reassured him, loved him. And now, you gave him a son. A beautiful, healthy son. He’ll always be grateful to the gods for bringing you together, for letting him have a son. And he’ll never thank you enough for giving him the one thing he thought he would never have.
smiled gently at your lover, pecking his lips once more. The way he looked so
lovingly at your son made you forget all the pain, all the crying you went
through. It was rare to see him like this, to see him genuinely happy. So the pain, the screams, they were all worth it. You couldn’t
wait to watch him show your child off to his brothers, to his men – to the
Just letting y’all know that the title is “Happiness” because Kalei means happiness so yeah byeee (yes, I’m 100% ashamed of that fic)