Ivar x Reader
Healing Hands: Part 1 of 2. 7,419 words (Yeah, I know. This was supposed to be a short, smutty one-shot. For shame.)
Warnings: Smut glorious smut. Little bit of angst.
This is the first fanfic I’ve posted online in about six years so I’m super nervous and sorry that my writing is rusty. I will improve with practice! For me, Ivar’s relationship with his mother plays a huge role in how he interacts with potential female lovers so my depiction is probably a little softer than the norm. I hope this fic isn’t too terrible!
You didn’t know Ivar Lothbrook well growing up but your mother did.
As an experienced healer living in Kattegat, your mother tended to Ivar whenever the pain from his condition was too much. Your mother’s reputation was so great that Queen Aslaug herself frequently requested her assistance with Ivar. With the right combination of natural remedies, your mother always managed to get Ivar’s pain under control. He liked her and strangely enough, she liked him too. You could never understood why though, at least not as a child. You and Ivar were two years apart with him being two years younger and he just seemed outright volatile every time you met him. He was an angry child whose frustrations were only occasionally successfully hidden by his angel smile. He grew up to be an angry teenager too and you disliked tending to him whenever you trained with your mother. He was rude and unpleasant, always hissing at you under his breath when you touched him. Only his mother and yours could calm him back then but now both of them were dead and you had to tend to Ivar alone.