Little One

 You were sitting in the middle of the king Harald's town. You weren't paying much attention to the man sitting next to you, who was babbling something about his heroic victories. Your eyes were focused on your best friend Ivar, who was obviously arguing about something with his older brother Hvitserk. They were sitting across the street so you had no idea, what they were talking about. But it seemed like Hvitserk was complaining about the fact, that Ivar never discussed his plans with him. You sighed. Ivar was genius, he was always two steps ahead of his enemies, but he never knew, how to deal with his own family. You knew Ivar better than anyone else. So when you saw that angry look on his face you decided to interfere and save Hvitserk's life.
You wanted to stand up, when a large hand landed on your knee. You looked up, and if look could kill this man would be dead right now.
"Hands off" you hissed.
"Oh, come on, little one. Leave that insane impotent cripple alone for few minutes. I can make you feel really good tonight" he said and moved his hand higher up your leg to rest on your thigh. You felt your blood boil in your veins. You slowly placed your hand on his, like if you wanted to encourage him to continue. He smirked, but his smile faded when he looked into your stone cold eyes.
You quickly grabbed his arm and twisted it painfully behind his back. You broke his collarbone in one swift movement and he screamed in pain.
"What are you doing you little bitch?" he yelled angrily. You jumped atop the bench, so you were suddenly taller than him. You smirked and your hand came up and grabbed him under his chin.You lifted him off the ground. Your fingers were digging into his neck, choking him as he gagged and grunted. His eyes were wide with fear now. He has made the same mistake as many men before him. He underestimated you, because you were only 5 feet tall. Kids always laughed at you, because you were smaller than them, so you decided to become stronger than them. You trained everyday with your brother and later with the Ragnarsson brothers. You were stronger and more fit than many average men.
"Please let me go" he begged, and tried desperately to get free again.
"You know what?" you said and wicked smile appeared on your lips.
"... I broke your arm, because you touched me in very inappropriate way, but you also said some nasty things about Ivar, and that's unacceptable. You have to pay for that," you laughed and watched him slowly die in your hands. You dropped his lifeless body down on the ground and looked around to see if anyone want to attack you or arrest you. They all looked away and had their heads down. They knew you were Ivar's best friend. They would never dare do anything. You turned around and saw Ivar and Hvitserk looking at you. Hvitserk was smirking and shaking his head slightly and Ivar was clearly enjoying the situation. Murder was Ivar's biggest turn on. Gods, the look in his eyes.

"Come here, Ygritte." he commanded and you happily obeyed.
"Did you have fun, Ygritte ?" Hvitserk asked and casually placed his arm around your shoulders.
"Yeah, this town is so boring" you complained.
"And it smells like a dead fish" you added.
"Why did you kill him Ygritte?" Ivar asked slowly. "Well, because some men don't understand,
that they can't touch me without my permission" you answered and looked at Hvitserk's arm still wrapped around your shoulders. He quickly pulled away.
"Please, don't kill me, mighty warrior" he joked.
You laughed and sit between him and Ivar.
"Oh, so our little Ygritte is bored" Ivar mocked you with a wicked grin. Ivar was the only person in the world, who could call you "little" or "little one".
"You didn't kill him, because he touched you, Ygritte. He said something to you. Something, that made you VERY angry" Ivar added. You realized that Ivar had been watching you the whole time.
"It doesn't matter Ivar, he was a stupid man, and he is dead now."
"Tell me" Ivar demanded stubbornly.
"It doesn't matter" you repeated.
"TELL ME, NOW" he yelled.
"He said that you are insane, impotent cripple" you said angrily. Ivar raised his eyebros.
"Well, I am a cripple. But I am not impotent. I will have children. And my children will populate the Earth" Ivar added with confident smirk.
"Yeah, sure." Hvitserk snorted sarcastically. You didn't have time to react, because Ivar pulled out a knife and placed it under Hvitserk's chin. 
"I already killed one of my brothers, because he was mocking me. I don't have a problem to do it again" Ivar said, his eyes almost dark.
"Ivar, Ivar" you said, trying to calm him down, but his eyes screamed bloody murder. So you grabbed Ivar's hand and forced him to put the knife down. Hvitserk jumped out of his chair and left you two alone without saying a word. You didn't have to look at Ivar to know that he was pissed. You have never disobeyed him, but you could not allow him to kill another one of his brothers. Especially Hvitserk.
"Ygritte, you made a big mistake" Ivar said darkly.
"No, Ivar! YOU nearly did a big mistake. Look Ivar, Hvitserk is a jerk, but he is your brother, and you love him. And we both know that you mourned Sigurd's death" you said in desperate need to calm him down.
"You're right Y/N. Can you come closer to me?" Ivar said sweetly. Ivar was known for his mood swings, but this was weird. But you didn't want to piss him off, more than he would be already. So you obeyed.
"Sit on my lap!" he ordered.
"What?" you were seriously confused right now. You loved Ivar with all your heart, and you always wanted to be more than his best friend. But Ivar never showed you any affection.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Ygritte" Ivar said in a threatening tone. You carefuly sat on his lap, trying not to put too much weight on his legs.
"I told you to sit on my lap, not hover above it, Y/N!" Ivar said, as he grew more and more annoyed. You sighed and finally sat on his lap.
"So, my sweet little Ygritte, there is something we need to discuss".  You opened your mouth to say something, but your words were cut off by his hand wrapped tightly around your neck.
"Never ever interfere into my conversation with my brother, again! Do you understand it Ygritte?" he demanded. You wanted to answer but you were shocked that he was choking you. His grip around your neck tightened and he whispered into your ear, making you shudder with the heat that flushed in your face and your whole body: "Do you understand that?"
"Yeah" you moaned. You never told anyone that you have a choking kink. Ivar looked at you, amusement written all over his beautiful face.
"Did you just moan?" he asked with a sinister smirk.
"No-o" you stuttered.
"Don't lie to me Ygritte, I know when you lie," Ivar said with that wicked smile you loved so much.
"So, you like that?" Ivar growled. His grip on your neck tightened, when your eyes met.
"Having my fingers tight around your throat?"
"Yes, Ivar" you admitted.
"Interesting" Ivar smirked.
"You never told me about this." he added more pressure and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second.
"Well, I've never tried it with anyone, so there was nothing to tell."
"Why?" he asked curiously.
"Because you have to trust that other person. And you know me Ivar. I don't trust anyone" you confessed.
"Do you trust me, Ygritte?" You looked deeply into his mesmerizingly blue eyes.
"Yes, Ivar" you moaned again, when he tightened his grip on your throat again, and chuckled darkly in your ear. The heat coming from his hand, the weight of it on your throat, was enough to make you gasp and move your hips. And the action made you both moan out loud. You felt his dick getting harder as you sat on his lap. You rolled your hips over his erection, making him groan at just how good you felt over him. You squeezed your thighs in need for some friction. Ivar noticed that and smirked.
"Let's try something else my little Ygritte," he said and his hand traveled down your front until it was cupping your sex.
"You want me to touch you, don't you? Fuck Ygritte, you're so wet already. You're pussy is begging for my fingers, isn't it?"
"Yes, I-var!" you gasped, when his long fingers went straight to your soaking wet pussy. His fingers started to curl inside you at the same rhytm of his thumb on your clit, and your mouth fell open. His grip on your neck got harder until your face grew redder than normal and he continued to tease your soaking wet pussy with his fingers in teasingly slow rhytm. You were so close.
"Ivar, please" you begged him.
"Please, what?" ¨
"Faster" you whispered."I can't hear youYgritte !" Ivar teased.
"Faster, harder... fuck, Ivar, please, I am begging you" you nearly screamed. You've never been a submissive woman, but everything was different with Ivar.
"Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, little one?" Ivar asked with predatory grin.
"Yes, yes, only for you Ivar" you whined.
"That's my good girl." He murmured in your ear.
He loved the way you looked right now. You were powerful woman, mighty warrior, people feared you. Christians called you Angel of Death, because your face was beatiful, nearly angelic, but your mind was wicked. You loved fighting, you enjoyed slaughtering your enemies or torturing them. You were dominant and you enjoyed ordering people around. Some people said that you were female version of him (and that was probably the reason, why the two of you have been the best friends since the first day you arrived to Kattegat). But right now you were at his mercy. Totally submissive. Looking at him like there was nothing else in the world that mattered. Begging him to make you cum. He couldn't wait any longer and increased the speed of his fingers, desperately wanting to make you scream his name. And you did. Your orgasm hit you like a train and you yelled his name loudly. You looked at Ivar and he licked his fingers in the most vulgar way you've ever seen him do anything. You whimpered at the sight.
"You taste so sweet. Do you want to taste yourself Ygritte?" he asked. You nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. You opened your mouth for his fingers, but he had another idea in his mind. He kissed you. A kiss burning with so much passion and need that you felt like you were on fire. His tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding over yours. You moaned, as you tasted yourself on his tongue. You grabbed his hair and kissed him back, eager and needy. Ivar was crushing you against his chest, your lips crashing together, all tongues and teeth and desperation. The kiss was messy as he couldn't kiss you deep enough and hard enough. 
"I hate to interrupt you two love birds, but I have something very important to discuss with you, Ivar" king Harald said with creepy smile on his lips. His smile faded, when the both of you looked at him with the same furious look on your faces.

"Wow, as i said, I am sorry, but this is important." he insisted.
Ivar ordered you to leave them alone, but before you left he whispered in your ear:
"I am not done with you little Y/N. I still need to punish you for what you did today." You shivered and run to your tent already excited for all the things to come.
The last thing you heard was king Harald mumbling something like "Just best friends, my ass."