I’m The Bad Guy.

Hey you wonderful writer, do you write fanfics based on songs? 🤔 If you do would you mind doing "Bad guy" by Billie Eilish with Ivar, I've been thinking about a story with that kom i for a while I'm just no good at writing 😅 if not that's fine 😃

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Warnings: smut.

she walks along the hall of kattegat, her hips swaying to her own simple beat, her eyes dancing around the people that are celebrating, but her gaze only lingers on her one and true.

“I’m Just As Crazy As He Is”.

Bjorn had known of her, heard her name mentioned many times by hustling brothers ubbe and hvitserk, they'd told him many stories about her.

Just A Bit Longer.

ivar had never met a woman like you.

never met someone as kind, 

never met someone with a heart as warm as yours,

never met someone who loved him as much as you did.

and this is why his fears were increased.

he’d lose you one day, he knew this for a fact.

You’re Different, Like Me. part 19.

i want to warn everyone before reading this. in my story i have already made ubbe gone, when in fact, this episode he is still there with ivar.

so it is changed just a bit. sorry :( i hope you enjoy either way.

continue.

‘ps’ hvitty is kinda a jealous bitch in this chapter and the next.

“i do not understand” hvitserk asked, following his brother and staring at the strange scene before him

“what is it you do not understand, hvitserk?” ivar asked,  moving his legs along nimbly as he clutched his cane closer to his body.

(y/n) was walking beside ivar, her face scrunched in disgust as she smelled burning meat. similar to burning flesh.

“ i do not understand why you pretend to burn the bodies of our dead” hvitserk said, trying to block out the smell burning his nostrils.

You’re Different, Like Me. part 11

(y/n) squeezed her eyes shut, trying to prevent her on coming tears from escaping.

she was trying so desperately to wrap her head around the predicament she was in.

she couldn’t help but chuckle dryly, just a few hours ago, she was happy, safe, knowing she had a home to go back to.

now, everything was gone.

her home, her freedom, possibly her life.....and catherine and agnus.

maybe they escaped somehow, maybe they left before the northmen had gotten there, maybe, just maybe, they were still alive.

You’re Different, Like Me. part 10

(y/n) struggled against hvitserk and ubbes hands as they picked her up from the ground. 

she thrashed against their iron grip to no end, she would fight until her lungs no longer carried air.

“please! i promise never to tell anyone what has happened here, on this day! just let me and my family go and live!. do not take my home!” she pleaded, but ivar just laughed.

“you forget that this is our home now, girl” ivar said, smirking at her thrashing around.

she was filled with fire, with passion, with such life.

ivar couldn’t help but scale his eyes up and down the girl.

how she fought that well with no sight baffled ivar. he wondered what caused her to lose her sight, he wondered when she lost her sight.

(y/n) tried to kick at hvitserk, but failed miserably, making the men around her laugh.

all except ivar.

he watched her struggle with a sort of.....pity.

he shook his head and rolled his jaw, hating that he felt that way towards her already.

“take her to the post in the middle of the town. tie her to it and gag her mouth”.

(y/n) hung her head, not wanting them to see her tears.

once hvitserk and ubbe drug her away, ivar sighed out heavily. he turned his head to the side and spoke quietly to the guard next to him.

“no one but me is allowed to speak to her, make sure that no one, not even my brothers speak to her. understood?”.

the guard nodded, and quirked a brow at ivar.

“sir, why are we sparing her?”.

but ivar could not answer the question himself. he didn’t want anyone to know his interest in her.....

“nevermind that. go make sure my brothers are doing their job”.

the guard quickly left the room, no questions asked.

ivar leaned back against a pew and smirked at all the blood around him, pooling at the bottom of his ueless legs.

there would be even more blood if he wouldn’t had spared those two elder christian women.

ivar shrugged silently to himself as he played with the blood closest to his fingers.

suddenly, ubbe and hvitserk strolled back in.

“is it done?” ivar asked, glancing up at his brothers for a moment, watching as they nodded.

ivar smiled to himself and rolled on to his belly, grunting happily when he felt the blood leak through his clothes.

“ivar, where are you going?” ubbe asked as his youngest brother crawled past him and out the door.

“i am going to have a chat with our new guest”.

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You’re Different, Like Me. Part 9.

he stared down at her for a moment, not truly knowing what to say.

(y/n) instantly regretted telling him this. she tried to look away with shame, but his grip on her face kept her still.

he leaned in, his eyes staring into hers, these grey blue, stormy eyes. such rare eyes he’d never seen before.

he suddenly realized that it had made sense. the way she acted in the forest. she always hit the ground before getting up, or setting down, she twitched and smiled to every noise around her.

he was now extremely, extremely interested in this young christian girl.

“ivar, don’t you think it is time for us to start cleaning up?” hvitserk asked, leaning in closer to his brother.

(y/n) heard the man, ivar, take in a deep breath through his nose, letting it fall heavily out his mouth.

“i suppose. it is starting to smell” ivar said cruelly. (y/n) could hear the smirk in his voice.

he slowly leaned back more, letting (y/n) think she had room for an escape.

she reared up, but ivar had stopped her once again, laying his legs over hers.

“ah, ah, ah. none of that” ivar said, his breath fanning over (y/n)’s neck. she sighed and tapped the back of her head against the wood flooring.

“please, please just tell me where catherine and agnus are?” she pleaded, she’d do anything he wanted, anything, just to know if they were safe.

she heard ivar move in closer, until his lips were by her ear, whispering.

“i did not hear such names as we slaughtered your people”.

those sickening, vomit inducing words caused (y/n) more comfort than she thought they would.

she nodded slowly, letting her head fall back. she wished she could sink into the floor.

“alright. get on with it then” she stated simply, digging her heels into the floor.

ivar crinkled his brows at her, head lolling to the side.

“get on with what?”.

(y/n) could feel tears escape her useless eyes, slipping down her cheeks and falling to her neck.

“killing. just, please make it quick. i promise not to scream” she whispered, making ivar start laughing uncontrollably.

she could not help but feel anger towards this man above her, he had the audacity to laugh in her last moments of life? how dare he?.

“i am not going to kill you. i have no desire to” ivar said, still chuckling, his chest against hers.

she blinked several times, clearly confused.

“then.....what are you going to do with me?”.

ivar shook his head, bringing it lower again, this time, not whispering in her ear, but against her lips.

“i am going to take you with me”

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When Time Passes. Part Nine Of “When He’s Not Around” Series.

you heavily groaned, running your hands over your face and all through your hair.

“it is too early for me to be awake” you said, words muffled by your hands.

“you say that every morning, love”.

You’re Different, Like Me. part 8

this is a pretty short chapter, next one should be longer. i hope you like it.

for awhile (y/n) didn’t say a word, her shaking hands still clutching the fire poker.

“wh-where are catherine and agnus? where are all the other nuns?!” (y/n) asked frantically.

the new voice chuckled darkly and ignored her words.

““grab her”.

she heard at least four men come closer ot her.

she swung the fire poker, hitting a man directly in the face, sending him to the floor, she swung right and clashed with a sword.

“love, stop. you do not want to do this”. (y/n) recognized the voice of ubbe immediately, but she ignored him and pushed her full body wait against him, and the sword.

she couldn’t help but feel pride as she heard him fall the ground with a shout.

she swung once more, but cried out as something hard hit the back of her bare ankles.

she groaned loudly as her back collided with the hard wood floors of the church.

she heard the dragging sound once again, this time coming closer to her. she still held the fire poker in her hand and swung it out in front of her.

but the new male to enter the room grabbed her wrist before she could hit him.

he slammed her wrist into the floor until she released the fire poker with a shout of pain. she thrashed around, whimpering around until he crawled on top of her, his full body weight pressing her into the ground.

he gripped both of her wrists with one hand and rested the other hand upon her throat. not fully choking her, but in a threatening manner.

this made her freeze and stop moving all together.

“Flyt ikke, christian”  the man growled next to (y/n)’s ear. it startled her how much hate he put in to the last word, how much anger and disgust laced his tone.

she nodded at his words and lightly jerked when he tapped the side of her mouth.

“god pige“ he said, his voice still holding anger, but not as much hatred.

he sat up, giving (y/n) a chance to take in a full breath of air, but he still hadn’t moved his hands from hers and her throat.

“se på mig“ he said, making (y/n) swallow awkwardly. he moved his hand up from her throat to her cheek and forced her head in his direction.

“look at me!” he shouted, finally speaking her language once more. it angered her that he was ordering her to do something she physically couldn’t do.

“look at me!”.

“i can not!” (y/n) surprisingly shouted back, making everyone in the church stop walking and speaking.

the man above her sat completely still, angrily breathing through his nose, his hand pressing harder into her face, his fingernails digging into her wrists.

“what do you mean you can not? i asked you-”.

“i am sightless! i can not see you even if i desired to!”.

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Random Imagine: 1

“get on the table” ivar said, pointing to the large dining table in front of him.

“what?” i whispered, clutching the blanket closer to my chest, trying to cover my nude body.

“get on the table, spread your legs for me. you are not aloud to moan unless i say so, not aloud to touch me unless i say so-”.

he reached his hand out suddenly and grabbed my wrist, dragging me closer to him until i was nose to nose with him.

“not aloud to cum unless i say so”.

you shuddered out a breath of air and stared at ivar with shock.

he patted the table in front of him.

“come on, love. show me you can be a good girl”.

You’re Different, Like Me. Part 5

(y/n) awoke early the next morning, the sun had still not risen yet.

she sighed heavily as she swung her feet over the side of her bed, her hands running through her messy hair.

she couldn’t bare to be in this church any longer. she stood from her bed, her muscles cracking as she stretched her legs.

sleep had not visited her long enough that night.

she could only imagine how she looked.

only imagine....................

You’re Different, Like Me. part 3.

the day was bright, wind calm, birds and all forest animals wry with life. the oceans surrounding york were the brightest blue they had been for a long time.

this was going to be a good day. a very, very good day.

today was a very special occasion. especially for catherine.

she was so elated, the happiest she’d ever been, except the first day she received (y/n) on the churches doorsteps eighteen years ago.

When Hearts Break. part eight of “when he’s not around”

alright, here comes the sadness.

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ivar’s heart sped up when he seen you shake your head, tears flowing down your face like a river.

“no, ivar. i….m-may not b-be carrying your child”.

ivar stared at you, his eyes staring into yours.

what had your words meant? were.....were you sleeping with someone else?.

ivar could feel his eyes narrow into slight anger and hurt. he hated that his mind traveled to all the bad instead of the good.

hvitserk had his head down, not knowing who to look at or what to say.

When It All Shatters. part seven of “when he’s not around”.

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“i am with child”.

“i am with child”.

“i am with child”.

your words rang painfully loud through ivars mind over and over. he allowed his eyes to meet yours, which were filled to the brim with tears.

ivar didn’t know how he should of felt in that moment, horror? fear?.

instead of those feelings.....he felt.....happiness.

he honestly couldn’t help it. he wanted to reach across the table and grip you into a bone crushing hug, the thought of the woman he loved most carrying his child. his child.

When They Know. part six of “when he’s not around” series.

okay everyone! a little announcement before reading, this is a very short chapter (sorry about that), in the next chapter some news will arise and possibly change everything. it’s gonna be pretty crazy for a bit, you’ll understand in the next chapter why reader was crying in the chapter five. on with the show.

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ivar could tell right away something was wrong. you were pale, your skin completely void of any color, your eyes were red and swollen, evidence of tear stains upon your cheeks.

ivar could feel suddenly feel a large streak of worry fly through him.

how sick were you? what were you sick with?

hvitserk gave you a tight lipped smile and outstretched his hand, beckoning you over.

“ah, (Y/n)! come join us, please” hvitserk said, giving ivar one last icy glare.

You’re Different, Like Me. Ivar X Reader part 2

PAST

“it is a beautiful day out, no?”

“are you having a good day?”

“goodness, the breeze feels amazing! don’t you think?”.

those were just some of the words thrown in catherine’s direction this beautiful morning in york.

but she could not hear nor respond to any of them. her head was turned away from the rest of the nuns.

her eyes were trained on a certain little girl who was sitting in a small patch of clovers a few feet from her.