#biracial!reader

Requested by anon -  Ivar x biracial plus size reader Where the reader is a sassy princess and Ivar kidnaps her to negotiate something with the readers father but while Ivar has the reader and they fall in love with them and decides he’ll take the princess instead of negotiating a trade???

Warnings - Kidnapping, minor angst, falling in love with your kidnapper?, fluff kind of, idk

“Quit dragging your feet,” Ivar growled as they made their way down a long hall.

“I’m the one dragging my feet?” you asked, giving a pointed look at his legs that were, in fact, being dragged as he crawled down the hallway.

“Yet I move faster,” he said. “Let’s go.”

Finally stopping in front of a door, Ivar nodded his head, “This is your room. I have the key so don’t even think about trying to persuade someone to help you and unless you want to fall five stories, I personally, wouldn’t try the window.”

You huffed. “Heathen.” You slammed the door closed behind you.

You could hear Ivar’s chuckle, “You say it as if it’s an insult.”

Later that night, Ivar was back. You had spent the whole day sitting on the bed, staring at nothing and fuming.

“Good evening, princess,” Ivar said, smiling. He pulled himself up next to you on the bed. You could see his arm muscles flex as he did so. He noticed and smirked, “See something you like?”

“I wish to be left alone,” you said, turning your head away from him, upset at yourself for staring and at Ivar for catching you.

“And I wish to get to know you better. I mean, I could leave and you’ll just sit here alone until your father gives in or…” he trailed off.

“What do you wish to know about me?” you asked, not wishing to be left alone for who knows how long.

“Your parents,” he said. “I’ve never seen a coupling like them before.”

“You mean someone black and someone white,” you said.

“Yes. And then to have a child...you are both. I find it interesting.”

“My father was from a tribe in Africa but was taken by Christians to be a slave. He was a young man but very strong. He had worked with metal in his village, creating things. When the king saw his work at the blacksmiths, just something he had done in his free time, he requested a sword with an intricate design made by his daughter on the handle. His daughter wanted input and well, that’s how my parents met. Long story short, my mother requested for my father to have his own blacksmiths shop and he became very highly regarded by the wealthy in terms of swords and really anything. But my grandfather would not have approved of him being a suitor for his daughter and so they dated in secret and because some other worldly being was on their side, my grandfather died of health complications and my mother’s only sibling, her brother died in battle shortly after. Her mother died in childbirth with her and so the crown was hers. She buried her father and brother and then soon after, married my father. There were discrepancies about it and what not, but when she fell pregnant they were kind of like, what can we do and moved on with their lives. And then there was me, the oldest of ten sisters.”

“That is quite a story is,” Ivar said.

“You’re telling me. I used to hear that as a bedtime story and I just told you the short version.”

“It is quite remarkable how your parents had ten children and they were all girls. Was your father disappointed about not having any sons?”

“No, not at all. Although he was surprised. He was the oldest of sixteen boys and figured that he would probably have a lot of sons. But even if he did want a son, my mother closed up shop after my youngest sister, Amara was born.”

“And your father respects that?”

“Yeah. He cares about what she wants and doesn’t want. It’s sweet because not all men do that. But my father, he’s one of the good ones.”

Ivar nodded. “It’s getting late, I should be going. I shall be back tomorrow however.”

“Good night, Ivar.”

“Good night, princess.”

The next evening, Ivar was back. And every evening after that. You talked about your life, your family, and answered questions that Ivar asked about what it was like being mixed. Slowly and I do mean slowly, Ivar opened up to you. Although neither of you would admit it, you were falling for each other.

You were brought out by guards one morning, an unexpected change in your daily routine and you couldn’t deny you weren’t nervous. Upon arriving to the dining hall, you saw your parents.

“Mother! Father!” you shouted, running to them and throwing yourself in their arms.

They showered you in kisses and I love you’s before someone let out a cough, reminding the three of you that you weren’t alone.

You turned your attention to Ivar who had come down off his throne to stand with his crutches near the three of you.

“Princess Y/N,” Ivar started. “I have brought your parents here because they wished to be here for reassurance.”

“Reassurance for what?” you asked.

“Your answer.”

You looked confused before Ivar grabbed your hands. “Princess Y/N, will you be my wife?”

You looked around shocked, wondering if this was really happening.

“Are you being serious?” you asked.

Ivar’s face fell before rearranging into a cold facade.

Noticing this you shook your head. “No, Ivar.” You grabbed his hands and gripped them tightly in yours. “I wasn’t saying no, I was just shocked but, yes. Yes, I will be your wife.”

Ivar’s face lit up and he pulled you to him.

“Did you know?” you asked your parents.

They nodded.

“But what about the negotiation and you did kidnap me, I mean, we’ll have to talk about that but…”

“There is no negotiation anymore,” Ivar said. “You are no longer here by force.”

You gave him a look. “As your soon to be wife, I should hope not.”

“But wait, what about the kingdom?” you asked. “I’m first in line for the throne.”

“We have time to answer these questions,” mother said. “Your father and I still have a good amount of time left on us. Don’t worry about, okay? Just be happy. And King Ivar, although the way you and my daughter came to meet and be was not under the best of circumstances, my husband and I are willing to move past this as long as you make our daughter happy and you keep her safe.”

“I understand,” he said. “And I promise to always treat her right. To respect her and her wishes. I promise to be one of the good ones.”