For NavaMia

Ivar couldn't help but stare, watching as (Y/n) ran through the grass and wildflowers, doing her best to capture an insect that had so fascinated her. A little part of him thought it was silly; but then again, the bigger part of him wanted to join her. He wanted to be able to chase her, like she was chasing the bug. He wanted to be able to catch her and spin her around, listening as she laughed at him, as she protested and told him to put her down. He wanted to be able to throw her over his shoulder and carry her back into town, returning to Kattegat like some triumphant hero from the stories. And (Y/n)......(Y/n) was his prize, better than any gold or jewels. He would proclaim that the beautiful girl was his, and no one would ever dare touch her or take her from him. Yet he couldn't do any of those things, he couldn't stand tall next to her, all he could do was drag himself through town on his belly, like some worm, or have to rely on someone to carry him. All he could do was sit there under the tree and watch her. His anger getting the better of him, his hands curling up into fists before he began to hit his legs; hoping that perhaps if he hit them hard enough, he might knock some life into them.

"Ivar..........!" The insect long forgotten about, as (Y/n) saw what he was doing and rushed to his side. Her hands taking his, stopping him from punching himself any further.

"What are you..........?"

"Why do you want me, (Y/n)......? You could have anyone. There isn't a man in Kattegat that wouldn't want you; and at least they could stand by your side. At least they could defend you from anyone........."

"Stop! No more. I have told you time and time again that it is you I want, you I love. I don't care about the things that you can't do, I care about the things that you can do; about how you make me feel. And you.....Ivar Ragnarsson make me feel things that no other man can. You make me feel special, wonderful; as if I were the most beautiful, perfect woman in the whole of Midgard. As if I were Freya herself. And even if you can't stand by my side, you still make me feel safe, and I am so proud that I can say that you are mine......." The daughter of Lagertha explained, wishing that Ivar could understand how amazing he was in her eyes. That despite his disability, he was the man that she had always wanted. A small smile coming to her lips, as she thought of the best way to prove that it was Ivar, and only Ivar, that she wanted.

"(Y/n), what..........?" The youngest prince forgetting about his own self-hate, as his lover's hands made their way to the cords that held together his breeches. His cock twitching, as she made light work of the fastenings; his manhood hardening instantly, as her fingertips stroked his length.

"I am going to prove to you that you are the only man I want, Ivar........" The young shieldmaiden smiling as she pulled up her skirts and took his hand, moving his fingers through her slick, silken folds. Ivar growling as her arousal coated his palm.

"This is because of you, Ivar, not anyone else. I want you, not anyone else......" (Y/n) moving so that she was now straddling his hips. Ivar gripping onto her waist, as she rubbed herself against him.

"So, you better do something about it........" She whispered. She words causing Ivar to growl again. His teeth biting at the skin of her neck, as he moved her just enough so that he could push himself deep inside her.

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Hvitserk looked at Sigurd, as they heard more crashing coming from inside Ivar's rooms. Hvitserk had quickly followed after Ivar after they had found the naked (Y/n) and Ubbe in bed together; it obvious to anyone what had been going on between them. The younger prince having to admit that he was jealous of his older brother; that he wished that it had been him that (Y/n) had turned to, not Ubbe. Not that he would say that; Ivar's anger sounding bad enough as it was, without him knowing that he would also have liked to have found himself in such a position with (Y/n).

When he had caught up with Ivar, his younger brother still seemed surprisingly, worryingly calm. Saying nothing as he pulled himself to his rooms. Yet it was the calm before the storm, and Gods, did it sound like a storm. Hvitserk sure that there would not be a stick of furniture or anything else that would not be broken by the time Ivar's anger was spent. Sigurd's brows furrowed, as he made his way toward Hvitserk, wanting to know why Ivar was being a child, this time. The smug smile that now graced Sigurd's features, sure not to help if Ivar were to see. Hvitserk having to think that maybe being shut up in his rooms was the best thing for their younger brother, at that moment.

"He only has himself to blame. And he cannot be angry at Ubbe or (Y/n); Ivar made it clear that he didn't want her, so she if free to be with whoever she wants. And if she wants to be with Ubbe........" Sigurd merely shrugging, as something heavy hit the door and sounded as though it had shattered.

"I'm going to get a drink........." Sigurd added, as always not interested inIvar's need for attention. Hvitserk hesitating for a moment, wanting to bethere if Ivar might need someone. But with the sound of something else breakingand Ivar shouting out, the idea of a drink was beginning to sound far better thanjust standing there. Hvitserk finally turning and heading off to join hisyounger brother. Sure, that it would be some time before all this was settled.