Ivar murmured slightly as he moved; pulling the furs around himself, as a gentle breeze kissed his exposed flesh. Yet as he turned to try and get comfortable again, the prince not happy to end his peaceful sleep, just yet, he felt something beside him; something warm and soft. Something rounded and supple. His fingers gently feeling at whatever it was, until a slight moan made his eyes fly open. The breath catching in his throat, as he saw the face of an exquisite woman led next to him; a gentle smile gracing her perfect visage, as his hand, which seemed to have developed a mind of its own, slowly reached up and touched her cheek.

"Good morning, Ivar.............." She said, as she placed her hand over his; her eyes closing as she savoured the warmth of his touch. The dark prince suddenly realising that something was not right, as he pulled away. Ivar looking around; this not the cabin within which he lived. This........all of this, nothing like Kattegat. In fact, he would dare say that it was nothing like Midgard.

"Who are you........where am I............?" Ivar asked, as he moved further away from the woman. The prince finding himself feeling guilty, as he saw the look of hurt in her large, round, dark eyes.

"My name is (Y/n), but I have been known by many other names. And this.......this is my home.........." She explained, as she sat up in the bed. Ivar unable to keep his eyes from her newly exposed breasts. The prince able to feel something stir deep inside him, as she hesitantly moved a little closer.

"Is.........is this real.........Am I dreaming.........? The last thing I remember, Nótt had come to see me. She helped me to sleep.........Is this........is this something to do with her.............?" The youngest son of Ragnar enquired, as he let go of the furs that he had pulled up to his chest. (Y/n) believing that the confused look that currently sat on his brow, made him look so wonderfully sweet.

"This.......all this; my home, myself, are all as real as you want them to be, Ivar. You can do anything you wish here. You are not bound by your world, by your weaknesses there. And yes, we do have something to do with Nótt........." (Y/n) explained, as she moved to sit by his side.

"My........my legs........can I..............?"

"Look for yourself..........." (Y/n) told him. Watching as the young prince pulled back the covers and looked at the limbs that for so long, he had had to drag behind him. Useless limbs, that made others think that he was nothing more than a pathetic cripple. Ivar jumping out of the bed, and standing there in utter disbelief, as his legs held his weight. As they held, as strong and straight, as an oak tree. The dark prince unable to stop himself from smiling, from laughing, from dancing around the green and airy room; Ivar never having felt such joy in his life. Not about to question this, to question the woman. All he knew was that he was no longer the crippled prince. He was a man like any other.............A man..........? His legs were one thing, his inability to bed a woman...............

"Can I...............?" Ivar began, as he turned to look at the beautiful woman.

"Am I a real man here.................?" He continued. The breath catching in his throat, as she moved from the bed. The furs falling away from the rest of her form, to reveal that the whole of her body, was as bare as her breasts. (Y/n) stopping, as she pressed herself up against him.

"We shall see.............." She told him, before reaching up and placing her hand behind his neck, pulling him down so that she could kiss him. Ivar wrapping his arms around her, so that he could pull her ever closer. It feeling as though the two had become one; their bodies moving as if they were the same being, as the kiss became more passionate, more needy, more wanting. Ivar only pulling away, as he felt himself grow hard; his throbbing member rubbing against the inside of her soft thigh.

He wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anything or anyone in his entire life. He wanted to feel what it was like to sheath himself in the warmth of a woman. To know what it was like to satisfy her and be satisfied by her, in turn. To hear her moan, to hear her groan; to have her beg him not to stop while he thrust into her, over and over again, until she screamed out his name in ecstasy, and he spilled his seed inside of her. He wanted this woman, that had not been shared around his brothers, before getting to him.

"I want you.............." Ivar said, his eyes now blown with lust. His voice deep, dark, and menacing, as he moved his lips to her neck. His teeth nipping at her flesh.

"Then take me, my dark prince. For I am yours.......only yours..........." (Y/n) sighed happily. Ivar not needing to hear anymore, as he took her up into his strong arms and carried her back to the bed. Placing her carefully onto the mattress, before pulling at the strings that held up his woollen breeches. Pushing them to the side, as they pooled around his ankles. Ivar able to do nothing more than smile, as he moved between her legs; able to feel her arousal, as he pushed himself against her womanhood. One word leaving his lips, before he slowly pushed himself inside of her...........

"Mine..............."