Ivar/Hvitserk paired with WOC(YN)
Warnings: None, just an intro.
The Lothbroks were known for their surplus of children. All boys, the youngest of which had been locked away for murder but as a juvenile offender. And today they’d invited you over for his homecoming. He’d been away for 4 years, which seemed like a lifetime to you. You remembered his smile and his anger.
“He’s going to be happy you all could make it.” Aslaug said as she placed a few more finger foods out on the table.
Hvitserk, your favorite Lothbrok flopped down next to you on the couch. “He’s gonna be happy to see anyone mom.”
You nudge playfully and shake your head. It never ceased to amaze you how handsome all of them were, until you realized that their father was just as handsome.
After twenty minutes of small talk and Arguing amongst them, Ubbe finally opened the door. “He’s outside.” He whispered. “Are we yelling surprise or…”
“Open the damn door Ubbe, I’ve been locked out long enough.” Ivar griped.
“I guess not.” He laughed.
Ivar pushes himself into the living room and no one said anything. “Are you glad to see me or are you wishing I’d go back?”
Sigurd stepped down from the white stairwell. “What happened?”
“Nothing he couldn’t handle.” Ragnar said with assurance. He walked over to his son and cupped his face. “Right?”
“Right.” Ivar rolled his eyes but gave him a playful smile. “Mom.”
“Ragnar you said it was nothing major.” She whispered.
“You can’t walk Ivar! This is…”
“I can walk with help. Mom I’m fine. I swear. Dad had me taken care of and I’m a man now, I don’t need you crying for me.” He winked at her.
Hvitserk taps your leg lightly, “Don’t cry Y/N.” He teased.
But you found nothing funny, you just twiddled your brown fingers slowly with your eyes hooked to the ground. Ivar has always been the outgoing brother, the one who wanted to climb mountains and sky dive and now he was limited.
“Y/N, still crushing on me?” He picked as he pushed himself over to you.
You nod your head and roll your eyes. “It was always you who had the crush on me.”
“Lies.” He whispered. “I remember your little journal.”
You almost choke on your drink as you think back to the little pink and white journal incident. Sigurd has stolen it, read it to Ivar who completely got infuriated at the fact you had a crush on him.
“A crush is a crush.” He shrugged.
The front door swings open abruptly. “Where’s the little killer?” Bjorn said with a small smile on his face.
“I’m not little.” Ivar said, he winked at you and you’re taken back immediately assuming what he meant.
The rest of the night goes quickly, you listen to his tales of prison and the fights he endured before he got injured and you catch yourself tearing up at Aslaug who did not take the stories like her sons. The boys all cheered him on while she wept silently with a remorseful smile. You leave after dinner hugging each member but Ivar and Ragnar who are dwelling themselves in a private conversation.
“Are we on for coffee tomorrow?” Hvitserk asked.
“I have a class or two, but I’m good in the afternoon.”
The joy literally reached his eyes as he leaned closer to you placing his hand on yours. “Awesome 3?”
“Yes.” Your heart skips a beat and you turn once more to leave. “You’re paying right?” You add jokingly.
You head out the door walking to your home grateful that your parents were already sleep because you didn’t care to hear their thoughts on Ivar being home. He’d always had his anger issues and but he’d always been sweet to you.
“Y/N!” He called from the driveway.
“Ivar.” You say as you turn around. Glad you’d chose to bundle up with a scarf, and a hat tonight.
“Thank you Ivar.” You didn’t see how you looked beautiful, for you basically hadn’t tried to do your hair, the wavy sew in waves down your back but if you’d taken off the hat it would have been another story. Ivar hadn’t changed one bit. He still didn’t have facial hair, just a small mustache that you wanted him to cut. “You look the same.”
“That a compliment or should I wheel my ass back in the house?”
“Compliment.” You feel the heat cover your face, as you once again start to fiddle with your fingers.
“Good, because I wanted to see you sometime alone if that was fine…”
You shake your head. “Hvitserk is already on the hunt.”
“Then may the best wolf win,” He shot you an admonished smile. “Goodnight Y/N.”
“Goodnight Ivar.” You cut across the yard thoroughly entertained two handsome brothers both wanted you and immediately you knew that the game was on.
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