Ivarr Ragnarsson - Tumblr Posts
and here are the tattoos
I love either very cute characters or very crazy ones
while I was in the process of translating some of TESO drawings into English, I've been digging through old files and I found this
sketch is old…but still current usually madass characters annoy me, but HE.
A Change
Pairing: Ivarr Ragnarsson x Eivor Varinsdottir
Warning: Suggestive themes
Ivarr frowned, staring into his reflection in the water. Pulling at the tufts of hair growing out on the left side of his head, he scowled some more.
All these months in Ravensthorpe and the raids with Eivor deep into Wessex’s land, he had forgotten about his hair.
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A Warm Welcome
Pairing: Ivarr Ragnarsson x Eivor
“Ubba, it is good to see you!” Eivor grasped Ubba’s arm in greeting as he stepped off his longboat. He swept her up in a hug, patting her roughly on the back. Ubba towered over her, knocking the breathe out of Eivor. Laughing, she hugged him back.
Stepping back, he held Eivor in his arms, looking her over.
“You look well, Eivor. I have longed for this reunion for many months. Kingmaking is never easy.” Ubba’s smile faltered, lost in the trappings of rule. Shaking it off he looked around at Ravensthrope letting his smile return.
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Been thinking about Ivarr, his obsession and fixation on Rhodri and how it destroyed everything he touched.
Ivarr in Shropshire spoilers.
Okay, in my second playthrough it was clear to me that his behaviour was a lot worse than it was in Leicestershire. Now this could be for a few reasons. It may be as simple as Ubba not being there to tell him to stop when no one else is around. But I’ve been thinking more and more about obsession and fixation, and what they can do to you.
I’ve put it below the cut because its kinda long and I know Ivarr is a bit polarising.
These are just my thoughts…
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~The Boneless on his Throne of Thorns~
Since my last ivarr throne pic was so loved, i decided to make a few more for all of you thirsty Ivarr simps 😉❤
Handheld Ragnarsson.
Portable Ragnarsson.
Ragnarsson in your pocket.
Remedy, remedy !!!! (Don’t bother if you don’t know what I am talking about lol ) Ragnarsson, faithful to the tradition(maybe) Empty minded beast. Probably is high lol
Wandering Hands
Pairing: Eivor x Ivarr
Warning: I just really want to rip his clothes off and see him with that wicked smile.
Eivor shoved Ivarr hard up against the wall, fingers ripping through the ties and buckles on his clothes ridding the irritating barrier between them.
He smirked in amusement as he watched how fast she undid and threw his shirt behind them.
Free from his leather and hemp, Eivor trailed her hands down his hot chest, fingers brushing over the fine hairs.
Eivor bit her lip as her fingers swirled over Ivarr’s tattoos, remembering the first time they met and how she watched him stalk towards her in that church. The strength in his arms, the fire in his eyes.
Heated thoughts filled her as Ivarr’s icy eyes looked into hers and her lips curled into a smile as she pressed him against the wall with her palm on his stomach.
Eivor surprised him by dipping down and licking all the way up his chest, her tongue warm and teasing on his bare skin.
Ivarr let out a huffed breath, as he kept himself from launching himself at her…for now.
Eivor’s hand trailed back down the dark trail of Ivarr’s chest, fingers lingering briefly over the hemline of his pant before continuing down to feel the effect she had on him.
Previously happy to let Eivor have her way with him, all thoughts of waiting left Ivarr when she gripped him through the fabric. A satisfied growl vibrated in his throat as he leaned down to kiss her.
Lost in his rough, fiery kiss, she didn’t even notice her legs wrapping instinctively around his hips as he spun them, slamming her into the wall.
He kissed his way down to her jaw, his breath tickling her ear as his hands gripped her hips.
“My turn.” Ivarr purred with a wicked grin.
Been thinking about hugs, how we all need them, how most of us ain't getting them.
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based off peter wever's 'embrace' 1950
Never Too Drunk
“Watch it, old man.” Rollo shouted annoyance spilling over as Ivarr bumped him and his mead.
Even though Rollo towered over Ivarr, you could see the fear in his eyes as Ivarr turned slowly around to face him. Stalking up to him, Rollo backed up a few steps, subconsciously.
“Ivarr, come drink with us!” Eivor rasped, hand outstretched, shaking her head.
“You’re lucky, I am in a generous mood, little piggy.” Ivarr smiled menacingly, slapping Rollo on the back. Sidestepping around him, he weaved through the revelers to Eivor.
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“You’re free, Saxon piggy. To run amok through the Mercian fields.”
Assassin’s Creed Valhalla