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Yandere Vikings: Ivar the Boneless
- The most dangerous person to have fall in love with you. He has no problem killing anyone that gets in the way of his love for you. that includes your friends, family, that guy who looked at you briefly, no one is off the table. Perhaps he will spare your parents if you beg nicely enough.
- He knows everything about through many hours gazing (stalking) at you. Your favorite foods, your daily schedule, who you talk to, he has planned for every possible move you make.
- When does approach you, he tries to be as charming as possible with compliments, gifts, casual suggestion to go somewhere more private. He always makes sure his brothers never get close to you. He fears that one of them will steal you away from him or you find the more attractive.
- He builds up his own power base, building his kingdom, making it impossible for you to escape him. Eventually, he proposes, making it clear that he won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
- Once you are his queen, he cuts off your contact with your loved ones. Only leaving him in your life.
- Sex is often rough but he makes the pleasure outweigh the pain. Leaving your body with love bites and bruises.
- Should every betray him, his heart would be crushed. Making sure you would never leave him, he takes the ultimate step and kills you. In his mind, it would kill him on the inside more to see you with another than the agony he gives him when he kills you.
“If I can’t have you, then no one can”
“It kills me when I see you with them. Maybe they need to disappear.”
“Please tell me you love me. Don’t you know how much I love you?”
“ Don’t say that we’re over! I can’t live without you! ”
“I love marking your body. It tells everyone that you belong to me”
“I had to kill them, they got in the way of our love!”
“ I’ll give you the world, my love. Anyone who makes you upset, I’ll have them beg for forgiveness.”
Can I please get a Viking ship? I’m 5’2 and i have grey eyes and really curly dark brown hair. I’m pretty witty and smart though I do purposely play it down and pretend to not be as smart as I am. I’m also cunning and ambitious and protective of the ones I love. I’m pretty playful and teasing and will have no problem yelling at someone because I am VERY stubborn. Also I have freckles
First, I could see your Ivar. He would see through your act and be eager to engage you at an intellectual level. However, you two might bumps heads because he is also stubborn. So, if you didn’t want to pursue a romantic relationship, I could see you guys being great friends.
Bjorn would be attracted to your intelligence as well. He would like your playful and teasing nature as well as your protectiveness. He would love to tease you and likes it even more when tease back.
HI!ship please? My names Serena! I’m hella short with black curly hair and brown eyes. And, sadly I’m a lil chubby lol. I love taking photos and traveling. I love making my friends laugh and have fun! Im the mom friend When I go to college i want to study zoology and wildlife biology! I like being nice to people and I hate rude entitled people . I’m pansexual so I don’t really have a preference for male for female that’s up to you my mans!! I love your blog hon ❤️
Of course, you can get a ship! For males, I could see you with Ivar or Hvitserk. For females, I could see you with Torvi.
- Hvitserks likes that you’re short and thick. He definitely likes them thicker. I think he needs a ‘mom’ influence in his life sometimes. He would love that you make people laugh as well as you’re adventurous side. He feels that you are someone to rely on.
- Ivar definitely likes short girls as well as thick girls. He needs a ‘mom’ influence in his life as well as someone that can make him laugh. He needs someone with kindness to them so they can break through his shell. Your intolerance to rudeness would help to curb his words (or at least be sickeningly sweet to you)
- He wouldn’t have a problem shutting up anyone who would say a bad word about you.
- She also needs someone sweet in her life as well as someone who would stick by her side for the long run.
- She would probably feel the need to protect to you as you are one the good parts in her life.
ooh, can i request a vikings matchup? i'm a 5'0 girl w long ash blonde hair, petite hourglass figure, fair skin & dark green eyes. i have a resting bitchface. i'm very organised, unpredictable & caring. i’m always honest and loyal, to my friends. i like pranking & messing with my friends. i am openly interested in music, politics, books, psychology & horror. i dance, draw & work out. i love exploring. my mbti is INTJ. have a nice day ✨
Sorry for taking so long to relpy!!!
-You would both pull pranks on each other. Probably an easy-going and fun relationship. He always up for a good time with you.
- You two don’t share many interests but make the most of your differences. You’ll definitely tear up the dance floor together.
- You two connect through shared interests. He definitely likes that you’re easy to manhandle and pick up.
- He’s no much of a dancer but makes up for being an enthusiastic viewer.
Hey!! First of all I love your blog and your writing. It's really amazing <3 So I wanted to take request how Yandere Ivar or Yandere Bjorn (you can choose which one) would react if their darling tries to escape them? It would be awesome!! :3
Thank you so much for the compliment! It made my night when I read it. Tell me if you want more detail or another request.
Ivar finding out that you tried to escape:
How could you do this him?! It’s really naive of you to think he won’t get you back. He thinks to himself that you could really love him-a cripple. Maybe he should just break your ankles? You could think about your mistake chained to the bed.
“Did you really think I’m an idiot Pet?” a mocking sneer covered his handsome face.
“No, Ivar I-I”
“You” his eyes glared back as he gripped your shoulders, “need a lesson to correct your misbehavior”.
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THAT ARMS AND CHEST !! 🥵❤️
I need more Scandinavian men in my life.... 🤤
I don't like long hair on men, but Alex with long hair is just....Too handsome for this world ❤️❤️
How do you like your Alex?
@flowers-in-your-hayr likes hers with long hair! Alex’s hair-porn makes me feel things, way down deep in my soul!
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Just look at him....So innocent and yet so deadly... 😍❤️
IVAR THE BONELESS - VIKINGS S6, EP16
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Sad Ivar.... 💔😢
"My heart is broken."
Calm and soft side of Ivar... I'm in love.... ❤️
Me being petty and cropping out Katya for fics! Soft Ivar in the third one 🥰Revised.
One thing is better then Ivar... Walking Ivar 😁❤️
What better way to start a new week than with Alex... 😁❤️
“You’ll see him do stupid stuff and he gets away with it. And that makes it even worse because then…he thinks he’s untouchable. And yeah, it’s going to be allot of fun.” Alex Hogh Andersen
Trying to figure out ages and dates in History Channel’s Vikings is like trying to solve a sudoku puzzle designed by someone while they were black-out drunk, BUT by my reckoning, Ivar would have been like 17 MAX during the siege of York. (Again, the timeline is a hot mess that can’t be trusted and I'm bad at math, but jfc.)
Just thinking about this motherfucking highschooler with brittle bone disease muscling up to his 37 year old mountain-sized brother and saying “Hmm okay but what if I was in charge?” JESUS. Of course he married his first ever girlfriend and believed her when she told him he was a God! Have you met a teen boy? Will someone PLEASE pick up this teenager and send him to summer camp?
She Was-Ivar
Warnings: blood, self-bullying, bullying, slavery, fluff
Summary: Ivar’s best friend, Amala, was a slave when they were children. She was later freed and their relationship grew into something more...Now, Ivar has to deal with seeing her on the battlefield, on Lagertha’s side.
Note: slanted words are in the past. Bold, slated words are being said in the present but was also said in the past. Amala means ‘Hard working, labor’.
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There she was, her black hair flying through the breeze as Ivar stated that Ubbe was no longer his brother.
There they were, wrestling with each other as six-year-olds, laughter rigging through the great hall. But the fun was quickly stopped as an older man demanded that the little slave girl got him more mead. Amala’s wet, sweat-stricken hair clung to her forehead as she rushed away to do the Viking’s bidding.
There she was, completely silent as Halfdan patted her armored shoulder, telling her silently that it was time to leave the meeting. The young warriors’ eyes met; blue depths of the sea meeting the blinding Sun.
There they were, two 12-year-olds, Ivar’s face was covered in a cheerful expression, while his closest friend’s was black; surprised, but blank. Her wide, shadowy orbs were now bright as she leaped to him and took him to the ground with a forceful hug. She was free, at the youthful prince’s wish.
There she was, shouting continuously to her followers, all wearing pitch-black armor and riding heavy farmer’s horses, attempting to make them more excited for the battle at hand.
There they were, her dancing as a mid-teenager to Sigurd’s fast-pact music, her wild, braided hair swinging with each turn of foot as he watched carefully. Amala’s pace quickened, as did the crowd’s joy. She was giggling, causing fellow villagers to join her in happiness, a few thralls swinging their hips as they danced with the Ragarsson’s ally.
There she was, face bloodied and shell-shocked as a sword struck through her shoulder from behind, making blood sprout like an ivy’s flower. Amala screamed, Bjorn turned on his heel and went to help her, but was held back by King Harald. Ivar’s jaw dropped, stopped twirling the knife in his nimble fingers and gazed down with panic at the scene below him, on the flat land.
There they were, sitting in the field, they very day that Ragnar returned from his chosen exile. The vicious cripple was groaning, his legs causing him as much pain as his father coming back, and knowing that his girlfriend was soon to leave. Amala brushed away his hair from his gorgeous eyes, a smirk clear as she sat and he laid on his back.
“Don’t go,” he whispered, confused and angry, refusing to accept that she was leaving him, again.
Now, her body was on the corpse covered grassland, facing towards him, dull, once golden eyes now turning into a greyish color as Halfdan gripped her cold hand, his death near. A single tear welled up and ran down the scarred face of the ambitious, blue-eyed, son of Ragnar as he watched his heart die.
She was no longer living. She was no more. She was gone. And even the Sun darkened at that fact.
A Little Snowball Fight || Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader
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Summary: Your friendship with prince Igor dates back to when you cared for him as a child. One day, he introduces you to Ivar, the Viking prince from the far north. After first courtesy, a little snowball fight ensues. At the end of the meeting, Ivar makes a very interesting offer that you cannot refuse
Warnings: none
Word count: ~ 2215
Authors: Fenrir & Cass
A/N: today’s prompt: Snowball Fight
Ice skating was one of your favourite pastimes, so you couldn't say no when young Igor invited you to skate - skating was especially fun when you had someone to skate with.
"Do you want to meet my new friend?" Igor asked, holding your hand as you glided across the ice together.
You glanced at him while humming softly. "Does this refer to this Viking prince? What was his name again... Ivar?"
After nodding immediately, the boy raised his head up and waved at Ivar.
Standing on top of a deck that provided a vantage point, Ivar nodded gently at Igor who was ice-skating below. Despite spending almost an hour outside, Igor was far from fatigued; Ivar was impressed by his stamina. The wooden railing was a perfect place for Ivar to rest his folded hands while watching Igor and rethinking his own matters.
In the same way that Igor did, you waved your hand to attract strangers' attention as well. Despite hearing about Ivar, you never had a chance to speak with him personally.
He kept his face straight, attempting to stay polite as he waved his hand back at you.
Soon, Igor pulled you off the ice so the two of you could join Ivar on the deck.
Ivar's lips were tinged with a smile as Igor and his female friend joined him. "Hope you are tired now, my boy," Ivar said as he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "There is nothing better than returning to the warmth of the indoors when you are freezing."
"Who said I was freezing?" Igor asked, raising his eyebrow and tilting his head as he looked at Ivar. "I am fine, but I would like you to meet Y/N. I used to be cared for by her when I was younger."
Ivar's blue eyes inspected your face and features with ease. A tone of pride permeated his introduction, "My name is Ivar, Ivar the Boneless."
"My name is Y/N. It is nice to finally meet you in person," you said, bowing your head a little.
The smile on Igor's face was contagious. "You see, Ivar? I told you I have a very pretty friend."
In response, Ivar nodded his head a little, his smile growing wider. "There is no doubt in my mind that you did not lie in the slightest."
As Ivar's eyes slipped over your body, he met your gaze and had no choice but to admit you had the most stunning eyes he had ever seen on a woman.
You gazed at Igor, then grabbed some snow to rub into his cheeks, causing him to whine and laugh simultaneously. "As I told you before, Igor, be careful not to say things like this. It is rude to suddenly speak in such a manner."
It would have never occurred to Ivar that you would be the first to initiate a fight. He watched the scene with amusement. His question came out of the blue moments later, "Are you Russian, Y/N?"
A smile spread across your face when Igor hugged you, hugging him back you looked at Ivar "Как думаешь, красавчик?"
"My first impression of you was that you're one of the most temperamental women I've ever seen."
Laughing softly, you bend down to whisper something into Igor's ear; a smile spread across Igor's lips. Looking back at Ivar, you smiled. "Thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate them."
Observing Igor interacting with you, Ivar slowly cocked his eyebrows. "My lady, aren't you aware that whispering in company isn't considered polite?"
"Aren't you aware that strangers shouldn't listen to certain matters?"
In spite of a temperature way below zero, Ivar's soft chuckle that escaped his lips was accompanied by a little cloud of steam. "That's right."
"Don't worry, I didn't say anything derogatory about you, or did I?" You teased, looking directly into Ivar’s eyes.
"She said she loves your eyes," Igor revealed your little secret without hesitation.
Ivar observed the two of you and decided not to comment on what Igor said, instead he nodded his head. "Maybe we should take a stroll back inside?"
Igor shrugged and said, "The two of you can go inside, I'd like to stay a little longer."
As you sighed, you looked at the boy and shook your head; he was impossible to get fatigued easily.
After politely waiting for you to move, Ivar followed you to the stairs and down on the ground level.
Taking a look at Ivar, you asked, "How's it going here for you? I hope Igor isn't bothering you too much."
The man shook his head eagerly, "No, he isn't bothering me at all. Igor is such a wonderful young man. He reminds me of myself when I was his age," Ivar's tone faded into silence. "Are you from here or did you come from somewhere else?" He asked, smoothly changing the topic.
"It's funny how you are so curious, aren't you? I was born and raised in this place, so I can truly say that I am from here," you replied politely, raising an eyebrow.
While walking through the ice and snow covered path, Ragnarsson listened to your words. A crutch-dependent person found walking in such conditions to be a challenge, so Ivar was stopping from time to time.
A worried look crossed your face as you looked at the young man. "Ivar, I am sure all the snow must be a great burden for you. Can I help you in any way?"
Your polite pleas for assistance went unanswered. Who did you think he was? Although he was crippled, he was capable of walking on his own, so he didn't need any kind of assistance. "Isn't our winter beautiful?" He asked, again changing the topic.
The hint was taken and you did not press any longer. "Despite the cold, it's beautiful. As usual."
"Do you like winter?"
"Well, not really. It's cold, and I don't really like skating because of it, but it's still fun."
"What other winter activities do you fancy?"
As you walked behind Ivar, you quietly grabbed some snow and moulded it into a ball and threw it at Ivar's back. "Snowball fights."
The moment Ivar was hit in the back, he turned around to look at you. "Seriously? Have you thrown a snowball at me? Isn't it kind of silly for someone like you?"
"You asked what winter activities I enjoy, so I showed one to you," you gave him a shrug in a form of response. "You don't have to be so stiff."
Ivar stuck his crutch in a snowdrift and slowly leaned forward to collect some white fluff, which he formed into a ball before throwing it skillfully at you - the ball hit your left shoulder. "I'm not stiff, Y/N, as you put it. I just prefer observing and planning."
"Isn't that exactly what you called? I observe and plan how to..." You threw another show ball at Ivar, hitting him in the stomach, "... Successfully throw snowballs at you."
Observing you, Ivar cocked his eyebrow and threw another ball of snow at you, hitting your cheek with it this time.
You gasped and wiped snow off your face. Your response was, "Oh, you! You're dead!" By saying this you made a big snowball and got ready to aim it.
When Ivar observed you making a snowball, he wondered how a dodge could be made.
The snowball was thrown right at his face as a way to pay him back.
As Ragnarsson couldn't dodge, snow got into his eyes when the ball struck his face. With his vision blurry, Ivar took one tiny step back and flopped on his butt in the snow as he tried to wipe his eyes.
You ran up to him, whispering, "Oh, gods! I should have been more careful!"
Ivar's facial expression initially displayed anger and disbelief; eventually, these emotions dwindled and he laughed as a smile spread over his lips. "Okay, that wasn't what I expected. It was a strong hit, Y/N."
As you wiped snow from his cheek, you quickly began to apologise. "Thank you for not being angry with me, but I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have... Your legs..." Your voice was nothing more than a tiny whisper as you looked at his face. "Forgive me, please."
He caught himself staring bluntly into your eyes - they were huge and had the most beautiful colour he had ever seen. He had a burning sensation in his cheeks from your hands as you slowly rubbed snow off of him; he discovered your palms were so warm and felt cosy. "It's fine."
"You seem to be getting warm... Are you feeling sick? Oh! I shouldn't keep you out too long today, it's cold," suddenly, you started to panic.
Your sudden solicitude surprised Ivar, who raised his hand to signal you to remain silent for a moment. “First of all, it is cold, yes, but I am accustomed to it, so no worries there. Second thing, stop worrying, nothing wrong is happening. Deal?"
Biting your lip, you nodded slowly, still feeling bad and hoping you didn't hurt him. "Let me assist you with getting up."
After a moment of thinking, he accepted your hand and slowly stood up. "Thanks."
A smile of apology appeared on your face as you squeezed his hand. There was still a feeling of guilt in your heart.
Another snowball aimed at Ivar's shoulder struck him suddenly. "For Valhalla's sake, what was that this time?" The young man grunted, looking around, only to see Igor gathering snow into his hands already, forming another ball with a smile on his face.
Looking at Igor, you blinked and shook your head. Before a snowball hit you right in the face, you managed to utter only a quiet, "No, Igor, don't..."
Using his forearm to block another snowball aimed at him, Ivar shouted, "Better stop it now, dear boy!"
"Come on, Ivar! It's fun! You can practise your combat skills with me now! Let's fight!" Igor shouted enthusiastically.
Ivar, instead of responding, slowly leaned down, made a huge ball from the snow he gathered, and then threw it at Igor, hitting him in the face. "It's for aiming at the lady."
A snowball thrown by you hit Igor before the boy could prepare another snowball to throw at Ivar.
"It's time to show the little one what it's like to start a fight with the adults!" You briefly looked at Ivar, a mischievous grin dancing in the corners of your mouth.
Ivar was throwing ball after ball at Igor, occasionally chuckling to himself as he did so.
As soon as you did what Ivar did, poor Igor was scrambling to surrender.
Ivar slowly limped closer to you with his crutch in hand and asked you quietly after leaning closer to you, "Y/N, are we accepting his surrender?"
Keeping your eyes on Ivar, you hummed softly. "It seems like it might be a good idea. What do you think?”
"I agree."
"Then I agree too," you nodded at Ivar, then looked at Igor. "It's time to get inside before we get sick."
After looking at you for a moment, Ivar gave you a nod of approval. Although Ivar wore a thick fur coat and a hat to keep himself warm, he began to feel cold under the clothes. "The idea is good, Y/N. We could get some warm drinks."
Before Igor joined you, Ivar offered you his shoulder after shaking the snow off his thick fur. "Shall we, Y/N?"
In response, you accepted the offer, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and discovering with surprise that his shoulder was very well-built and seemed to be very strong, even with the fur covering it.
Biting inside of your cheek, you tried not to get distracted by thoughts that crossed your mind. "With pleasure, Ivar. Also, I’d like to point out that your combat skills are also impressive, you have a very sharp eye,” you praised him, feeling the blush spreading across your cheeks.
In spite of his crippled appearance, Ivar was far from being an idiot, and he immediately noticed a slight change in your behaviour after you got closer to him. He suggested politely, "I was wondering if we could enjoy a pint of mulled wine and discuss our likes and dislikes a little more?"
Your eyes never left his as you tightened your grip on his shoulder and gently nodded your head. "It will be my great pleasure, Ivar the Boneless."
Both of you didn't seem to notice Igor standing right beside you, hands resting on his hips. "It is not my intention to interrupt your lovely exchange of views, but I am hungry, and I know Oleg will send guards looking for us if we don't return inside soon. I know you two get along really well, but let's leave it for later, shall you?" The young prince gasped and walked to the front door of the palace. “I can’t handle their teeth-rooting sweetness,” he whispered to himself.
Ivar rolled his eyes after listening to Igor's rant and led you back to the palace. "Having Igor between two fires tomorrow might be a wise idea if he continues to behave this way."
Knitted Christmas Sweaters || modern!Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader
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Summary: It appears that Ivar is unhappy with the gift he received from you, but once he learns about your motives, he changes his mind.
Warnings: none
Word count: ~ 570
Author: Fenrir
A/N: today’s prompt: Matching Christmas Sweaters
In Ivar's mind, he knew that his low mood was just that... His. While his brain could come up with a thousand plausible reasons why someone else was at fault, Ivar had to take responsibility for his feelings and the path to getting himself out of feeling so blue. You made things uncomfortable for him, especially during the Christmas/Yule holiday season, by making him do pointless and pathetic tasks such as picking out a Christmas tree, baking gingerbread and decorating your flat.
And now this. When he looked in the mirror for the last time, he uttered an unhappy grunt - he wore a red, woollen sweater with a reindeer motif. This piece of clothing was only nice because the sweater was fluffy and kept Ivar warm. "There is no way in hell I'm going out like this!" Ivar shouted loudly, making sure you would hear him through the closed bathroom door. No way, babe, I look like a fucking idiot!"
You leaned your back against the wall, waiting for Ivar to stop acting like a child. You were standing in the corridor of your shared flat, so sweetly encouraging him, "Oh, honey, you look absolutely cute, I bet! Get out, please!" You knitted him a sweater, but he threw a tantrum when you gave it to him. Again.
After another sigh, Ivar ran his hand through his thick, dark hair and left the bathroom. He opened the door and stepped forward, resting his hands on his hips. "There's a reindeer on it, and I hate them. As a whole, I'm not a fan of sweaters."
Without unnecessary words, you grabbed his palm and led him to the living room. After pushing him into the couch, you told him to stay there while you disappeared into another room. Soon, you returned to him, wearing exactly the same sweeter, but in a smaller size. "Look, I knitted both of them so we'd have a matching thing." When you spoke, your voice became low and he could hear your sadness.
As you explained everything to Ivar, he felt even worse for acting like a wayward child. He got up from his place and slowly limped to you, immediately wrapping his hands around your waist. "Baby, I didn't know. I didn't mean to, though. Don't be mad, please?"
Taking a few long moments to gaze into his blue eyes, you smiled barely. "I'm not mad, but I hoped secretly you'd enjoy the gift. I apologise that it's not as fancy as the PlayStation 5 Ubbe gifted you with."
As Ivar kissed the bridge of your nose, he took your face in his palms. "It's a much better gift, silly. Do you know why? It's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, because you made it yourself and put effort and your heart into making it. At least we have matching sweaters now." With his palm firmly gripping yours, he led you into the corridor where a huge mirror hung. As he gazed at your reflections, he leaned his head down and placed his chin on top of your head as he stood in front of the mirror with you. "Just look at us. We're two cuties wearing reindeer sweaters."
Laughing, you turned in his arms, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "Despite being a dick most of the time, you are sometimes tooth-rooting cute. I love you, Ivar."