(Y/n) made her way to her room. She loved her brothers, dearly, all of them, even Sigurd at times; but when he said anything about Ivar, she swore that she could happily kill him. She had been close over the years; once, when he had been particularly cruel to Ivar all day, she had sneaked into Sigurd's room as he slept and held a dagger to his throat. The young Ragnarsdóttir only failing to strike, as Ubbe had opened the door to their brother's room; his eyes wide and full of fear as his sister simply moved the blade from a still slumbering Sigurd's throat and walked past him back to her own room, as if nothing had happened. Ubbe never having said anything to her, or Sigurd about that night; but she knew that was why he always acted how he did, when she stood up to their brother.

Suddenly she heard it; that all too familiar sound of metal digging into the wooden floor and a body being dragged. (Y/n) slowly making her way to the door and opening it.

"You took your time brother........." The Ragnarsdóttir doing her best not to smile, as she looked down at a grinning Ivar. (Y/n) holding the door fully open so that her twin could make his way inside.

"I was enjoying watching the fear in Sigurd's eyes. You are the only one that has that effect on him........." Ivar chuckled, as he dragged himself over to the bed, and pulled himself up onto it. His twin closing the door before making her way over to him and helping him raise his legs.

"If he knew of all the times that I had nearly killed him for talking ill of you, he would fear me even more.........." (Y/n) retorted. The two twins smiling at one another, before (Y/n) began to untie Ivar's legs.

"Do they hurt..........?"

"Not when I am with you........" Ivar replied, as he reached for one of her hands, and brought it up to his lips. Turning it over, so that he could kiss her palm.

"You know that they never hurt when you are with me......" He continued, before pushing some of the hair that had fallen from his sister's braid, back behind her ear. (Y/n) moving a little closer, so that she could rest her forehead on his.

"You should not have said that you had a woman........"

"And why not? It is true. The most beautiful woman in the whole of Midgard is mine, and I do not have to share her with anyone........" Ivar told her. His brows furrowing, as (Y/n) pulled away.

"I am yours, Ivar; but our brothers......I don't want them to guess........"

"What? Are you ashamed of being with me? Ashamed of being loved by the cripple, is that it.............? You think our brothers will laugh at you, judge you for being desperate enough to be with me.......?"

"Stop it, Ivar! Never say that. Never call yourself that. I love you; just as Frigg loves Odin. I am yours; I will always be yours. We came into this world together, and we have shared everything since. My world is nothing without you. I am not complete unless you are by my side. I do not care what others, what our brothers think of our love, it is just that what we have is.....well, it is sacred. Something between ourselves and the gods, and I do not want our love sullied or looked down upon when our brothers all fuck the same conniving, scheming thrall that will not rest until she gets her claws into one of them. Until one of them is foolish enough to marry the whore. We are better than that, you and I. Better than some pathetic, fumbling, drunken fuck in an empty cabin. We are destined to keep the bloodline of Odin, pure; not waste it by sharing it with a woman that would gladly open her legs for anyone if it meant that she could rise above her lowly station." (Y/n) retorted. The anger in Ivar's eyes slowly dissipating as she placed her hand on his cheek. Her warm touch making him sigh, happily.

He knew that she was right. Boasting about her, as if she were just another woman; as if she was some simple conquest that he would one day grow bored of and throw away, lessened their blessed union. But at that moment, as Hvitserk had questioned him, had doubted him, he had wanted to shout it from the rooftops that (Y/n) was his in body and soul. That the beautiful and feared Ragnarsdóttir was not just his sister, his twin, but his lover. The only woman that he wanted. The only woman that truly understood him and stood by his side, no matter what he did. The one that would defend him against anyone that dare to say anything about him.

"I love you........." Ivar said, as he pulled his sister into a tight embrace. The youngest son of Ragnar able to feel himself harden, as (Y/n)'s body rested against his. As her breath fanned over his neck and sent a shiver down his spine.

"Let me show you how much I love you, (Y/n)." He continued, as he reluctantly let her pull away. A smile coming to his lips, as he saw the look in her eyes; a look that told him that the rest of the night would be spent in one another's arms. That the bond they shared, the bond of the gods would be strengthened between them. That she would take his seed over and over again, until they were exhausted and could do nothing more than sleep, wrapped in one another's bodies. His sister saying nothing in reply, instead just beginning to remove his clothes. Ivar letting (Y/n) pull the shirt over his head, before he lay back on the bed. A soft moan leaving him, as he felt the lips of his sister, make their way down his chest towards his stomach.