Ivar Ragnarsson Imagines

Battles and Lies

Warnings: Smut, fingering

"You are bothering me." Ivar sighed when he felt your breath tickle the back of his neck. He had promised for several days that you could look at whatever he was doing, but, he hadn't found time to explain it to you.

Ivar had made Floki commandeer your friendship as soon as he'd set eyes on you, all those years ago, and you could often hear girlish giggling and squeals with the squeak of wobbly wooden wheels. You'd say something brash to one of his brother's and burst from the main hall.

It caused Aslaug's heart no end of grief when, to Ivar's delight, you shot down the stairs with him in tow and everyone marvelled Ivar's strength when he gripped the side of his little cart and watched you run as fast as you could with hair whipping around from his seat.

"You promised Ivar!" You complained and stepped in the back of his chair, careless curiosity causing you to almost fall, if Ivar hadn't slung his arm over his chair to grip the back of your dress.

"Yes! And have I not let you in here, allowed you to listen to all of my plans. You are very weak, I imagine you would give up the information very quickly if pressed." Ivar scoffed at you and watched as you flopped onto the pile of pillows and furs, laid beside his chair for you, and only you, to use.

"Would that make you angry if I did. Even if they did all sorts of horrid things. Bjorn says they baptised your uncle Rollo!" When Ivar glanced down at you he couldn't help but laugh at the horrified and ultimately, innocently wide eyed, expression on your face.

"They would not do that." He mused, smiling when you jumped as he dashed a dagger to your neck, stroking the blade up and down. "They would return you to me piece by piece and I would have to send you off to Valhalla."

He watched you for a moment and clucked his tongue. It always irritated him, the lack of fear in your eyes when he used his weapons to tease you. Anyone else had the sensible idea of leaving him alone for a while. You however, pouted at him, with the look of a child who'd been promised a treat they wouldn't be receiving.

"Would you just leave me there! To get chopped up?" You asked, ridiculed at the idea and Ivar took a deep breath and started his sentence with an eyeroll that must have caused his eyes to ache.

"Why would I waste my men on your rescue? Hmm? My last three raids, what have I told you?" Ivar said a little bitterly.

"To stay in Kattegat and to not get in trouble..." You trailed off when he scowled at you and the blade manoeuvred you forcefully to kneel at his side.

"Three times you have been found on the boats, hiding from me. You are awful at hiding and fighting so if you were found by them. It would be your fault and I would not waste time rescuing you." He snapped forcefully.

Ivar didn't know what he expected. Perhaps an apology for causing him weeks of restlessness, constant disregard of his demands when he was simply trying to ensure that you stayed alive. He certainly did not expect and hard slap against his hand, which knocked the blade across the room, and a scowl sent his way that would have made any other man shrink back and take stock of what they'd said.

"Ivar, we..." Ubbe started as he and Hvitserk strolled into the main hall. They both stopped when you stomped over to them and Hvitserk stumbled back a step when you pointed at him. "What have you done now?"

"ME! He's going to let me be killed!" You wailed and gestured to the bored looking king behind you who made an odd growling noise followed by a clashing of his teeth.