Ivar x Reader
Requested by @born-into-the-fandom
“What?” Ivar snapped as he answered his phone and you rolled your eyes.
“Rude, what’s wrong with you?” You asked, trying to be as quiet as you could as you snuck up to his apartment.
“Nothing. I’m just alone. On Christmas.” He complained and you rolled your eyes as you got in the elevator. “Are you on your way up to mine?”
“What!” You squeaked and he chuckled, you could hear the soft tap of one of his crutches as you approached the door which he yanked open before you could find your key.
“Surprise! I’m your Christmas present.” You said and he scrunched his nose up.
“You’re all I get after the things I got you?!” He huffed and you mouth fell open before he kissed you and yanked you into the living room where he’d built a nest complete with christmas lights, snacks and a full spread fit for at least four that you assumed Aslaug sent. “I suppose you’ll finish the ambiance.”
“Glad to help.” You huffed, being span as he pulled your coat off, shoved you onto the sofa and lay with his head on your lap before handing you the controler.
“You can make me watch an awful holiday film if you play with my hair.” His rude tone made you think he thought you’d decline the offer and you assumed a huge meal and your sudden arrival had put him in a high mood.