Lost

Lost

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1559

Summary: Reader gets lost in the forest after Ivar decides to let her go.

Author’s Note: Just me here, still trying to lay down some foundation about these two. Don’t worry, Reader will stop being such a little shit eventually.

More from The Stolen Queen: When Heathen King Meets Christian Queen The Secret Visit

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Ivar knew something was amiss when he saw the door of the cabin was closed and latched on the outside. He figured you must have tried to run off again until he noticed one of his guards missing from his post.

“Arn, where is Vali?” When the remaining guard pointed toward a covered up mound near the tree line, he rubbed his face in frustration. His absence was meant to placate you and curtail your deadly behavior, not fuel it. “And what did she get a hold of this time?”

This was the second guard you managed to get rid of in the past month since you’ve lived here. Either you was more deceitful than he gave you credit for or he just had a habit of picking stupid men to watch over you. Considering that you were previously caught with various weapons stolen from the more naive of the guards, he figured it was a combination of the two.

“Last week's dinner.” He tossed the weapon to Ivar “She sharpened a chicken bone into a spike and got him good in the neck. It's a pretty decent weapon too, imagine if it was something bigger.” The large man had a rare hint of a smile on his face, looking like a proud father.

“You find this is amusing?”

Arn shrugged, “I didn’t care for him all that much. Never shut his mouth. Guess I don’t have to worry about that now.”

“I’m starting to think that you and her are in this together,” Ivar shook his head as he went to unlatch and open the door.

You were standing with your back against the pillar, your arms tied behind you. Rolling your eyes as soon as you saw him enter the cabin, you leaned your head back, choosing to stare at the rafters instead.

He took a seat at the table in front of you, gently placing the offending weapon at the center before interlacing his fingers in his lap. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N?”

“You could always let me go.” You stated bluntly, shifting around in your binds. He wasn’t sure exactly how long you’ve been standing there but he imagined you were starting to get uncomfortable. You brought your head back down to look at him, “Or would you just make sure that I can’t run again?”

Ivar seemed to usually be caught between irritation and amusement when it came to you. Defiant wasn’t a strong enough word to describe you. You had tried to run off on your first morning at the cabin but was quickly stopped by his guards. When he arrived that night, he had expected to find a scared little queen who would beg for his forgiveness by any means necessary. Instead you stood in front of him with your head held high, daring him to do as he promised. At that moment, he found himself unable to keep his word. He had you locked in for the rest of the week until you were on your best behavior.

“I think I’ve been a very considerate host. I make sure that you’re well fed, that you’re clothed in the best dresses, that you sleep under the warmest furs. But still you try to leave or you kill my men. Why? I’ve treated you better than I would most of my family.” With the help of his crutch, he stood from the table and walked over to you. He bent at the waist so he could be at your eye level. 

You turned your head to the wall to avoid his gaze, refusing to say anything to him.

He grabbed a hold of your jaw and forced you to look at him. “Do you even know where you are? Or which way you need to go to get back home? You’re safer here, I’m only keeping you here for your own good, my little queen.” His hold on you softened, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. He walked around behind you to loosen the rope around your arms.

Falling over onto your hands and knees after taking a first step, your legs weakened after having to stand for too long. You rolled over to sit on the floor and look up at him as he walked over to sit on the bed.

Ivar propped his chin on his crutch, raising his brows, “You want to leave? So go. I won’t stop you.”

You slowly rose to your feet with some uncertainty. He couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that was bubbling up inside as he watched you walk out the door. Even though he knew you would be back, he had wished that you had chosen to stay.

Arn rushed into the cabin, looking confused after witnessing you run off, “Are you really letting her go?,” he questioned.

 “Let her tire herself out and then bring her back,” he ordered before laying back onto the bed to rest his eyes. “I doubt she will get far. She’s a fierce fighter but I don’t think navigation is one of her strengths.”

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Your lungs felt like they were on fire as you kept running but you couldn’t stop now. Refusing to believe Ivar would simply let you go without a fight, you were determined to get as much distance between you and the guard that you were sure was sent after you. You were too busy checking behind you once again when you felt your feet fall out from under you, taking a hard tumble down a small hill. 

You saw stars and felt the air knocked out of you when your back finally hit the ground. Letting out a groan, you rolled onto your hands and knees. You tried to stand but the sharp pain from your ankle brought you back down. You considered staying put for the rest of the night but the snap of a branch from afar reminded you that that wouldn’t be the best plan. With all the strength you had left, you managed to get back up and limp away. 

You gritted your teeth through the pain as you kept walking. The branches and leaves of the trees above you had obscure your view of the moon, making it hard for you to tell how long you’ve been going now. You paused to take in your surroundings, looking for any sign you were headed in the right direction. You thought you would have been out of the other end of the forest by now.

“No, no, no,” you cried out loud to yourself when you noticed the felled tree you were sure you had already passed moments ago. There was no possible way that you were walking around in a circle. Collapsing onto your knees in exhaustion, everything seemed to be spinning around you now even though you were still.

You laid on your side, curling into yourself on the forest floor in a sad attempt to keep warm. You had only shut your eyes for a brief moment before you opened them again and found yourself staring at a familiar face. 

The woman was lying beside you, looking the same as she did the last time you saw her. The white war markings around her face stood in stark contrast to her deep brown skin, her long, thick braids wrapped around her golden crown.

“Mama,” you called out softly in a language you haven’t spoken in many years, “I’m afraid that I’m lost.”

You felt the warmth of her hand as she caressed your cheek. “You are never truly lost. Our God has led you to where you need to be. My dearest daughter, the destined wife of the beast-- her end will mark the beginning of his downfall but she will birth the hope he needs to rise again.”

When your mother first foretold this prophecy, you regarded it more as a scary tale than anything else. “Well, God has led me to be lost. I didn’t understand the words he spoke through you then and I still don’t understand now,” you admitted.

“Don’t worry, it will become clear to you soon. Now rest your eyes, my brave girl.” You knew she wasn’t really with you but you could have sworn you felt her hand smooth down your hair 

Waking to the crunching of leaves on the ground, you felt as if you were floating in the air.  You opened your eyes to see Arn’s weathered face above you. You looked past him, gazing up at the hint of reds dusting the sky that was peeking through the forest canopy. How long had you been out?

You were contemplating whether it was worth struggling out of his hold when you heard her again, repeating the last words she ever spoke to you, “Be not afraid, you’ll be safe with him. He’s taking you home. Home to your king.” Resting your eyes once again, you allowed yourself to be lulled by sounds of the forest around you.

When Arn finally laid you down on your bed, you rolled over away from him, waiting until you heard his retreating steps out of the cabin. You finally allowed yourself to weep after growing tired of trying to remain strong. Your mother must have had it wrong, you were still lost and so far from home.

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A/N - This was inspired by this fabulous moodboard created by the talented @flowers-in-your-hayr​ and the event created by @maggiescarborough​. Happiest of birthdays Gabi. There won’t be much plot; this is a shameful excuse to get freaky with Floki. Will be two, maybe three chapters. 

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In My Sights

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Pairing: Assassin Ivar/Reader

Word Count: 2026

Summary: When Ivar’s contracted kill is taken out right in front of his eyes, he didn’t expect it to be at the hands of an old friend.

Warnings: Schmut, Oral (Male receiving)

Author’s Note: This is a oneshot assassin AU. I say oneshot loosely because I have a tendency to just build a whole universe in my head and then boom, I get my hopes set on writing a whole series! So for now I will say no guarantees on a second part.

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Drops of water had been tapping Ivar’s shoulder for the last hour but all he could do was breathe through his annoyance as he kept his scope sighted on the interior of the penthouse suite. He should have accounted for any potential inconveniences when he decided that the under construction high rise had the best vantage point with its lack of walls. Not much he could do now, even the slightest movement could result in him losing the Mark. He was at least grateful that the water was nowhere near his rifle.

He usually preferred a more hands-on approach when it came to eliminating a target. There was just something he loved about watching the life go out of someone’s eyes up close and personal but, unfortunately, this one was hard to get alone. Believe him, Ivar had spent a good month trying to find the best place to eliminate him without raising any questions. The only option was to sit patiently in the empty building until it was clear to make his move.

Although he was perfectly centered in Ivar’s crosshairs, it would be too risky to take the shot now as he was in the middle of his third lapdance, surrounded by his fellow associates and friends who were also in attendance of the bachelor party.

“Thank the gods,” he whispered to himself when the Mark sat up, took the scantily clad dancer’s hand, and led her to the privacy of the master bedroom. The woman’s back was facing Ivar as she climbed onto the man’s lap and leaned down to give him a kiss, her long red hair swaying back and forth when she began to grind herself against him. 

He was fully prepared to pull the trigger as soon as her head was out of the way when the man started convulsing. The dancer carefully came to her feet and slowly combed her fingers through her hair, watching him grab at his throat as if he was struggling to breathe. Her calm stance turned into something more panicked when she opened the door and ran out of the room. Cursing at himself, Ivar wished he took the time to install some bugs in the suite so he could hear what the hell was going on.

Out of curiosity, he kept his scope centered on the dancer as all the party attendees rushed into the bedroom. Watching as she struggled to pull her coat on, he could tell from the shaking of her shoulders that she had to be crying. The redhead turned around to face the window and suddenly Ivar was looking at your face.

He could only clench his jaw as he watched you wipe the fake tears from your now smiling face and blew a kiss in his direction, giving him a mischievous wave before heading toward the exit. “Fuck!”

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Ivar had waited around at the warehouse and watched as the Mark was zipped up into a body bag. Missing out on a nearly half million payday from what should have been an easy hit had really soured his mood and had him ready to get back home.

It was a few hours later when Ivar finally made it back to his motel room. Though in his personal life he preferred more luxurious accommodations because a son of Ragnar Lothbrok deserved only the best but when it came to his work, the more rundown the motel was the better. He found that people occupying such establishments kept to themselves and asked no questions.

As he unlocked the door and stepped into the dark room, he had an eerie feeling that he wasn’t alone. A creaking sound had him throwing his dagger into the corner before he quickly turned on the lights. You sat with your legs crossed in the weathered armchair looking completely unbothered by the fact that his weapon had landed only one inch away from your jeweled ear. 

Although you had ditched the red wig and your hair was now back to its natural state, you still stuck out like a sore thumb in the outdated room. You were dressed in a white tailored pantsuit with a hint of a red laced bra showing, the same red that colored the soles of your stilettos. Ivar didn’t know a lot about fashion but he was sure your whole outfit cost more than it would to rent the room out for the next year.

You grinned as you looked him up and down, “Long time no see, handsome.”

Setting his crutch next to the dresser, he went to work unpacking all his weapons from his backpack, ignoring you in the process. He was trying his hardest to seem like he wasn’t shocked over your sudden appearance after not seeing or hearing from you the past seven months. He looked up at the mirror to see you pout before you stood up to walk over to him.

“I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?,” you softly asked. Pressing your cheek against his back as you hugged him from behind, you trailed your hand from his chest down to his waistband, “Oh, Mister Lothbrok, is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” you asked before pulling out the beretta from its holster and feigning disappointment, “Darn, it’s a gun again!”

With such quickness, Ivar ripped the gun from your hand and had you backed up against the wall. He glared down on you as he placed it on the dresser.

“Uh-oh, I must be in trouble. That one was always sure to get a laugh,” You smirked.

His face loomed over yours while his hands wrapped around your neck, slowly tightening his hold, “There’s nothing fucking funny. If you missed me so much, you could have called. You wasted a whole month of recon I did on that hit!”

“Baby, please don’t be mad at me.” Fear in your eyes as you struggled to get the words out. At first he thought you were crying until a smile broke out across your face. You weren’t crying, you were laughing, “I can’t help that I’m better than you.”

He pushed you hard against the wall after letting you go. He should have known better. You were trained well enough to get out of the most complicated of holds. You’d probably have him down on the floor if you thought you were in any true danger. Just as he was about to step away, you grabbed his shirt to keep him close.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it but I really am sorry for taking away your kill,” You began to leave kisses up his neck and to his jaw, enjoying the advantage of the extra inches your heels gave you. “Let me make it up to you.”

“You’re going to give me half of the money?”, he asked as he unbuttoned your blazer and slid it off your shoulders.

You snorted, “Hell no, I earned it fair and square. It’s not like you need it anyway.” Switching places with him, you pushed him back against the wall and stroked his semi-hard dick through his pants, “I had something else in mind.”

Ivar leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as he massaged your breast, his fingers brushing against your nipple. His tongue danced against yours while you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, taking care to remove the empty holster and place it next to the gun on the dresser. You pushed down his pants as much as his braces would allow so you could wrap your hand around him and give him a long, hard stroke. Leaning his head back against the wall, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into your grip.

You giggled against him, your warm breath tickling his neck, “I guess you really did miss me.” You pressed one small kiss under his chin before you lowered yourself down onto your knees.

You continued to slowly stroke his shaft up and down as you took his head into your mouth, circling your tongue around it. He cursed out loud and thrusted his hips, impatient and desperate to have you take him in fully. Your long nails clawed around his hips when he did this. Just as in your professional life, you hated being rushed through a job.

Ivar felt like melting into the wall as you slowly twisted your hand down his dick while taking more of him into your wet mouth. He tangled his hand into your hair, trying to restrain himself from pushing in deeper again after feeling your moans vibrate around him. Though his eyes were shut closed, he knew that you already had your other hand in your panties, busy circling your finger around your clit.

You popped him out of your mouth but continued stroking, “Still mad at me, baby?” You looked up at him through your lashes while you pressed soft open mouth kisses over the crescent indentions you left on his hips.

“Are you going to tell me how you killed this one?,” he managed to get out before letting out a string of curses when you took him by surprise and quickly took him deep into your mouth, your tongue flicking against his balls. If you were ever going to give him an actual answer about your methods, this would be the best time. He probably couldn’t even remember his name right now. 

You took a quick gasp of air as you pulled away from him again. “I’m sorry, my mother told me that it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.” That got a laugh out of him. “Now let your girl work.”

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It was a small ray of light shining into his eyes that woke Ivar from his deep slumber. Rolling over to escape the brightness, he hissed when his back met the mattress. He was still tender from where you dug your nails in, holding onto him tight, pleading for him not to stop as he fucked you into the mattress. He grinned to himself while blindly reaching out to you, hoping to get you under him one last time before check out time but all he got was the cool side of the bed. 

Sitting up, he looked around and saw your clothes that he remembered throwing across the room was now gone. Just like with all your kills, there was no sign of you left anywhere if he didn’t count the taste of you still lingering in his mouth.

He didn’t know why he thought it would be different this time. Maybe he hoped you’d want to make up for the lost time and actually be there when he woke for once.

Just as he was about to lie back down, he noticed the brown case near the foot of the bed. He reached over to bring it closer to him, smoothing his hand over the top. It looked like it was an antique and made with Italian leather, he was sure it wasn’t cheap and that whatever was inside of it wasn’t going to be any less expensive. He sighed, thinking that you were due for another lecture about your spending.

He undid the leather straps holding it closed, curious what was inside. It was too small to house a rifle or a shotgun and too big for a knife. He opened the case to find a throwing axe surrounded by the plush red velvet lining. Running his hand over the axe head and then down the rosewood handle, it appeared to be forged with great care. He didn’t want to think about how much you spent on this gift but he couldn’t deny that you had a good eye for exceptionally crafted weapons.

Noticing a piece of paper tucked underneath the blade, he unfolded it and smiled at the familiar scrawl.

“A proper Viking axe for the only man who can fuck me like a heathen. Maybe you’ll have better luck hitting me next time.”

Next time. There was hope for him. As long as she kept her damned hands off his next target.

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Endnotes: I think the agent assigned to monitor my activity was probably on high alert for a second there as I was searching about sniper rifles, where to keep daggers for easy access, and who picks up dead bodies. I figured searching for how much an assassin makes for each kill would be a step to far though...

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When Heathen King Meets Christian Queen

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1492

Summary: Ivar finds more than just gold when he raids the Kingdom of Powys.

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: Oh, looky! I’m back with another one about my new favorite couple. And I’m also back with my bad titles :) Figured I should go back to when our couple first met. It’s not quite an easy start.

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“Who is she?” Ivar questioned the eleven prisoners kneeled before him, the last of King Fremund’s men sent from Gwynedd to help defend the Kingdom of Powys. Even with the swords and knives held against their necks, they stayed silent much like the stubborn woman in his tent. “Am I not speaking the right language? Maybe we should start ripping you open slowly, one by one, until I can get my point across.”

The shudder he heard let him know that he was being understood clearly but still no one spoke. He signaled to one of his men to commence cutting into the first prisoner in line while he went over to stand next to Hvitserk, hoping he’d get some answers soon.

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