After Ubbe his request, some of you asked for Ivar his so here it is! I’m not much of a smut writer so hope I did a good job at it. Thank you guys, wouldn’t write this if I didn’t feel a little comfortable around here.
This was it, your
first kiss. A kiss were a lot of people were looking at and your family had
certain hopes for. You weren’t kissing the farmers boy from next door, you were
kissing the prince of Kattegat, Ivar the Boneless. This may be the first kiss,
it wasn’t the first time you saw each other. Your father was a loyal friend of
Ragnar, serving a lot in his company you spend a lot of time in the great hall,
grew a little up between the sons of Ragnar. But Ivar … nobody liked Ivar,
nobody cared about Ivar because until two seconds ago he held his ego high,
showing everybody he owned this marriage as much as he owned you. But kissing
the boy you saw often sit on the beach gazing over the ocean was
something else. You always imagine marrying Ubbe because he was the kind and
sweet brother. Ivar … you never really liked Ivar but here you stood, an
arranged marriage between both your parents. And when you kissed him, here and now
you felt something different, something you knew that had to be there. You
often caught glimpses from another Ivar, feeling how soft his lips were, how
small his hand seemed against your side it couldn’t be nothing other than that
Ivar had some kind of a weak vulnerable side.
The feast eased your nervous feeling a little. Stories got around, words had been said, Ivar couldn’t satisfy a woman, he couldn’t give a woman children, he didn’t work down there. You didn’t want to believe those stories but it made you realize that this night would be not only akward, probably his temper would take over. The people stepped away when he crawled his way to you through the great hall, his dark blue eyes locked with yours when he pulled himself up in his seat. You swallowed, offering him a cup of ale. He took it from you, a finger ticking against the side when he studied your face.
‘What?’ You asked politely.
‘Nothing, just looking.’ He smiled against his cup before drinking. ‘Hopefully you will be a good wife.’ He followed not far after. You looked down, forcing a smile on your lips before looking back to him.
‘I will try to please you Ivar.’ You nodded. He bowed a little closer, kicking his cup against yours.
‘Good.’ He whispered, placing a kiss against your temple. You turned your head, relieved your sister was approaching with that bright smile and secure look.
‘Sister,’ she nodded to you before she turned her attention to Ivar. ‘can I borrow your wife for a dance?’ She asked him, not scare about the look he gave, not impressed by his attitude. You better would be a little more like her. You hopefully looked aside to Ivar, praying for yourself he would let you go.
‘Off course,’ he nodded, looking aside to you. ‘love to see you dance.’ And something in those words made you shiver, stand up faster and running of with your sister. She took your hands, dragging you to the middle of the great hall before she started to dance.
‘Big mouth, small heart.’ She advised you.
‘I hope you are right.’ You signed, moving underneath her arm, smiling because of the dance. You relaxed a little in the company of your sister, the ale you had up already. When you turned around and looked over to Ivar his was gauging you with his blue eyes. You turned around your body, smiling shyly before you turned back to your sister. ‘Any last advise?’ You asked her.
‘It’s Ivar the Boneless Y/n,’ she began, pulling you away, after the dance was ended, to the side of the room. ‘you will be the safest human being in Kattegat if he starts loving you.’
‘If.’ You muttered.
‘Sister, you know what I told you, Ivar isn’t any different. Yes, he can’t walk and they say he can’t satisfy a woman but he reasonable, he is good looking.’
‘Sister, you aren’t helping. You have a husband and two kids, I have,’ you lost your voice.
‘You have Ivar, Ivar the Boneless, yes, he is ruthless, angry, it’s your task to change that. Go,’ she turned your around, pushing you further. ‘Be a good wife.’ She teased you. You threw her an angry look and she smiled. ‘My sister is married to a Ragnarsson, I’m just proud of her.’ She winked while you trailed back to the table were Ivar sat. He hardly lost eye of you, even if he was talking to his brother he was watching you. Caught in his gaze you almost bumped into his other brother, Hvitserk.
‘Y/n, ready to satisfy my brother.’ He asked, chuckling looking down your body.
‘I don’t know what’s worse, that of having you as a brother from now on.’ You reacted. He laughed while you walked aside him back to Ivar.
‘I like you already.’ Hvitserk called after you. You smiled until you caught Ivar his glare again.
‘He was joking.’
‘When is he not.’ Ubbe replied in his brothers place. You nodded respectfully to him before pointing your attention back to Ivar. But despite seconds ago he wasn’t looking at you, he looked to the people.
‘Ivar?’ You asked, following his look into the great hall.
‘I think it’s time for my brother to pull back out of this feast.’ Ubbe began, wrapping his fingers around Ivar his neck, shaking it a little. ‘Hmmm?’ He teased. Your mouth dried out with those words, knowing he wasn’t talking about taking some fresh air or sleep. Every wedding demanded a wedding night and to be honest … you didn’t want it to happen. You hardly knew him and what you knew was his hard dark side, the childish comments, the harsh observations, his dominance. You swallowed, looking towards the glares Ivar and Ubbe changed with each other before he gestured to his other brother. Everybody fell silent when Ubbe and Hvitserk carried their brother outside, you looked aside to your sister and her husband before following the three brothers to one of the houses. Your hands felt sweaty, standing still before the house to feel your burning up cheeks you looked how the brothers left Ivar behind. ‘Y/n.’ Ubbe said, hurrying outside, petting your shoulder.
‘Don’t go to easy on him.’ Hvitserk chuckled, stumbling over his own drunk feet while he walked after his brother. You looked after him before taking a deep breath and walking in.