#hvit

A.N this isn’t a request. Having a dream about Ivar meant this fic could exist. hope its okay, let me know what you think.

summary: being arranged to ivar for some time, your relationship is slowly growing. but when ivar shows some very public displays of affection, what does that mean for your relationship.

(fluff central btw)

DONE IN THIRD POV, FOCUSED ON IVAR’S PERSPECTIVE

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"Hows, that pretty wife of yours?" Ubbe asked playfully, a full smile on his face. Ivar shook his head as he meddled with the dagger in his hand, looking up towards his oldest brother.

"Fine, brother." Ubbe scoffed and fiddled with the rope around his hands, attempting to fold it over in a neat circle. The bustle of the docks filled the background. However, Ivar paid no mind to it. The silhouette of your figure transfixed into his brain. Reminiscing the smell of your hair and skin as you two lay entwined in bed the night before.

"You're starting to like her, even if you do not say. The gods know Ivar." 

"And what if I did, hmm?" Ubbe smiled up at his brother, continuing to bind the rope together.

Ubbe shrugged and smiled wider towards Ivar, who sat with a content expression on his face.

"You don't say much about her; it's only what I hear from Torvi. Your wife speaks more than you." Ivar huffs at the thought of gossip. But clenching his jaw, taking a mental note to ask Torvi later about what you say.

"What does she say?" Ivar asks, curiosity building at the thought of your words. Ubbe shakes his head as he laughs.

"You'd like to know, hmm?" Ivar tilts his head and narrows his eyes. Ubbe laughs, "she says you're gentle with her. You're patient, and even though you say you do not like her, she wakes up to your arms holding her." Ivar didn't know what to say. The fact his own brother knew something so personal but so right. He smiles bashfully, surprising himself.

He couldn't even respond before your voice broke their silence. "Ivar," you say softly, hoping not to interrupt their conversation. Ivar's head perks up at your honey-like voice. He gulps harshly at the sight of you. You hadn't worn a single dress provided to you, hoping to preserve them from your home in England.

However, today you felt more at home than you had, so you no longer had the simple English dresses. You wore a dress provided to you by the thralls instead.

His eyes trail your features, every curve, every aspect that were prompted by the dress. Your hair is done in your favorite way, nothing new to him. You smiled small as you neared towards them on the dock. Ubbe nods in your direction as a formal greeting. "Ubbe," you greet.

"Y/n." He smiles as he studies you.

"Ivar, we have a visitor from a neighboring village in the hall. He was looking for you, I thought I would fetch you myself." Ivar smiled at your words. Nearing his side, Ivar's chest fills with warmth.

Grabbing at your waist and pulling you into an embrace, you followed as well and wrapped your arms around his neck. Running his hands down your back to the top of your arse, shocked at his sudden display of affection you stiffen, a little.

Ivar's face was laced with a cheeky smile as he looked to Ubbe, his own face with a small smile on his face. You'd done this a few times with Ivar in private, considering the first few months of your arranged relationship were avoiding one another. Intimate moments, especially during the night, your held hands or embracing behind the scenes. This was different. He was doing it in public, which was beyond him.

His face soon burrows into the crook of your neck, the warmth of his breath, causing chills down your spine. You breathe a laugh at the ticklish sensation on your bare neck. His smiles in your neck.

You release first at the sudden realization of Ubbe's eyes, you smile shyly in his direction before Ivar stands beside. Crutch in hand, you walk beside one another to the hall.

Warmth engulfing his chest and your own, with excitement growing for the coming night where he can finally hold you without question. Coming to terms with the fact he did like you, and you knew you were starting to like him as well. 

(pretend Harald isn’t there and its you.)

This is for readers 18+!!!! this contains NSFW GIFs!!! 

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The sexual tension was palpable, and I could feel his desire for me vibrating through the air. Ivar and I were walking around the garden. I had to stop myself from staring because he looked so much like Baron. From the second I laid eyes on him I was working up a plan to retrieve my lover’s soul from that bitch of a coven. My thoughts were interrupted by the warmth of Ivar’s hand sliding down my arm and his silky voice, “So, how do you know those other girls?” Ivar asked curious.

“They are very good friends of mine that have been around for a long time. Really, they are my family.” I answered stopping to look at my midnight orchids. “Marie, I have seen you in my dreams, I feel very strange here, with you, but it feels right. I don’t know how to explain it.” I sat down on a bench and motioned for him to sit with me. “What were we doing in your dreams?” I asked, knowing exactly what we were doing, I wanted to gage his reaction when he talked about intimacy. “Fucking mostly.” He said bluntly. “It was so real, your skin feels the same against mine,” he said running his hand over and gripping my thigh. “My gods, you are beautiful Marie and I want you, I must have you.” I smirk at his excitement. Before I could respond I heard the other girls milling around inside the parlour and Ivar’s brothers talking.

Meli was standing against the bar with Hvitserk while he pours us a drink. I know she fed from him, I can see it in his expression, he is paler than before, and his eyes are red. Meli plops down in a seat across from us and as Hvitserk walks in front of me I can she where she bit him, it was healing quickly but I knew. Frankly, the girl had just a dash of self-control, the only reason I know that is because Hvitserk is still live.

Charlot walked in with Ubbe on her heels. He was following her like a loyal dog. I looked at her and lowered my eyes trying to see what, exactly, she has done to him. His eyes were glazed, his cheeks were red. I closed my eyes and inhaled deep, ugh he reeked of a love spell. I opened my eyes wide and silently mouthed, “love spell?” Charlot shrugged her shoulders and mouthed back to me, “Louis.”

I could see the resemblance and my god she loved that man. What happened to him was tragic and Charlot never really got over it. On the other hand, I don’t know if Meli has ever been in love with anything as much as she is in love with the need for revenge for her family’s death. Now that I have the vessel for Baron, we can take down the vampire coven that wronged us and Meli will get the revenge she craves.

Ivar’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, “when we first got here didn’t someone say something about a tour?” I smiled at his enthusiasm to explore and looked up at the Meli, who was now sitting on Hvitserk’s lap and Charlot who was running her hands through Ubbe’s hair, literally petting him. They both looked at me and nodded with excited eyes. I reached over and slid my hand up Ivar’s leg, “we would love to show you around our city, come on, I know just where to start.”

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We were all inside of the giant ballroom that Charlot knew so well. This is where she met Louis for the first time. I looked over and she was beaming, smiling from ear to ear. She grabbed Ubbe’s arm and pulled him close, “this is where we met Louis, ugh, it was so long ago.” Ubbe remained close to her side, nuzzling her affectionately, but questioned her, “who is Louis?” Charlot rolled her eyes hard, “shut up and stop questioning me.” She told him annoyed.

I look over and see Meli looking like a diva in her huge black floppy hat and enormous black sunglasses. I spelled her before we left, like I did most days, so she could enjoy her time in the sun, but she always hides behind her clothing and accessories when she went out during the day. Hvitserk was holding her hand and she led him around showing him trinkets, that were out on display, around the walls.

I lead Ivar to a different room while the other girls were distracted by the boys. The room we were in was much different and one I knew very well. The room was floored with dark cherry wood and iron all around, unlike the bright angelic ballroom. “If you can believe it this room was used for sacrificial offerings to multiple gods and people often had orgies in here.” Ivar was behind me and I could feel him getting closer, “Tell me more.” He said in a low, deep voice. “Voodoo is a culture deeply imbedded in the people of this city and it is very real.” Ivar’s body was pressed against mine and I could feel his excitement growing and pressing me hard against my backside. I pushed against him slightly and then pulled away, “let me show you something.” I walked over to the loose floorboard and shifted it and pulled out a black, leather roll bag. Ivar comes to sit on the ground next to me as I untie the bag. It was just as I left it, so many years ago. “Come sit here.” I told Ivar and he joined me on the floor. I adjusted him and drew a circle around him with a calcite stone. I drew three symbols that would summon Papa Legba and I lit three candles. I pulled out a small airplane bottle of rum, a cigar and a small piece of rum cake from my bag and placed it on the three symbols. Ivar looked at me very curious. “It’ll all make since soon love.” I said cupping his cheek with my hand and I leaned forward and kissed his soft lips. “Papa Legba, I summon you. I have brought Items I thought you would enjoy. Papa Legba, I summon you. Papa Legba, I summon you.” Suddenly, the candles were blown out and the shadow of a man was on the wall, it was him.

“Ahh Marie, long time no see.” His creole accent was thicker than I remembered. “What can I do for you priestess.” Ivar’s eyes opened wide at the word. Papa’s attention slowly slid over to Ivar, “you are not alone, I see.” Papa’s voice was deeper now, “I need you to show this young man my past.” Papa paused for a long while, “are you sure you want this Marie? I can not take the visions back after he has seen it.” I nod my head and look back at Ivar, “yes, I’m sure. Show him everything.” The second the last word came out of my mouth Ivar gasped loudly and fell back. His eyes rolled back, and his back was arched off the ground and his mouth was agape. He looked as if he was seizing and then, his body went limp. Papa’s voice was calm and smooth as silk, “it is done, when he wakes he will know everything about you.” I sat up on my knees, “Papa. There is one last thing.” Papa let out a deep laugh, “What is it child?”

“Where is the soul of my beloved Baron?” I asked hoping he confirmed what I already thought. “It is with a man named Echbert.” Those were Papa’s final words, suddenly, the candles were lit again, Papa’s offerings were gone, and Ivar inhaled deeply and rose, sitting with his back straight. He turned his head to look at me. He is searching my face for answers and I reached out a hand and pull him to his feet. After we are both standing Ivar pushed me hard against the wall, pinning me in place. He wasn’t angry, he was aroused. He pushed his hips against mine and his hard cock was grinding into me. I was expecting he would want to talk after my historical download, but I guess not.

His shirt was off before I knew it. I racked my nails down his smooth chest and over his abs. He grunted unzipping his jeans quickly. He pushed up my dress exposing my heat. Ivar licked his fingers and wiped them on my, already, wet entrance. He grabbed my thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He plunged himself deep into me. I hissed at the abrupt shock of pleasure. He buried his face into my neck as he pumped in and out of me. “I need to help you, I want to help you.” Ivar knew I needed his body for Baron’s soul. He sounded so desperate to help, like he would do anything for me. His tone made me drip with arousal. My orgasm was building, “yes. Yes!” I said as he filled me to the hilt. My pussy clenched around his cock and he let me ride out my climax. When he came, he bit down hard on my shoulder. He took a moment to gather himself before pulling my dress back down to its normal length. He zipped his jeans back up and grabbed his shirt from the floor. “Should I call you ‘my priestess’ now that I know who you really are?” Ivar asked with a smirk. “Marie will do just fine. I know you have many questions and I will answer them all.” I said brushing my fingers through his obvious sex hair.  

As we walked out of the backroom, Hvitserk’s voice echoed in the large ballroom, “will we be eating on this tour?” Ivar snapped his head towards his brother, obviously annoyed, “Hvitserk! You never stop eating.” Meli and Charlot giggled, “Hvitserk, I have somewhere wonderful in mind to dine on this tour.”

***

We walk into Antoine’s on Saint Louis Street. “We have had some good times here, haven’t we ladies?” Meli and Charlot smirked at each other and responded with playful throaty laughter. I looked over to Ivar and he had a smile on his face, obviously knowing what I was referring to.  We all sat around a large round table with elegant place settings. I looked to Ivar that was studying the menu and I leaned in and whispered, “everything here is exquisite,” I ran my nails up and down his thigh to tease him. I let Ivar squirm in his seat as I looked at my girls. Charlot and Meli both looked like they were up to no good…as usual.

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