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Words: 1325 Summary: you're having doubts of your marriage. Especially when your husbands brother appears in your dreams.
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You didn't mean to. You kept repeating it. Again and again you attempted to convince yourself that was true. But, you couldn't deny how you ached for it... If the Gods could see you, what you were thinking.
It started out innocent. Just wanting to hold his hand, watch him without being ashamed. However, you would eventually wake up in a cold sweat. You were dreaming of another man, having sex with another man. While Hvitserk was lying beside you, your husband. What exactly were you thinking? If you could answer that question you would consider yourself blessed. For, how could you lust after someone like Ivar Ragnarsson?
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You were waiting for Hvitserk. From time to time he would join his brothers training. And it was part of your routine to watch out for him coming back. He expected you to reward him in ways you didn't deem fit. But, this is what your mother told you, this is how you were supposed to act as a wife. Cook, clean, have children, meaning you had to have sex. Soon after your marriage to Hvitserk, you didn't deceive yourself with thinking it was the best experience of your life. Yes, he did know how to please a woman. However, eventually it wasn't your husband you were seeing.
Suddenly, you were snapped out from your thoughts when two arms snaked around your waist. Hvitserk's front was pressed against your back, allowing his heat to radiate into you. Tingles erupted under his lips as he pecked any skin he could find, making you smile until you looked up. Through your eyelashes, your (E/C) orbs met lightening blue.
While his brother ran his hands idly over your body. Ivar studied your every feature. Your (S/T) skin, your long (H/C) hair and the way your dress framed your figure. You watched the lust sit behind his darkened eyes. Only rings of blue outlined the blackness of his pupil.
While the other brothers took their time returning from the woods, you fixed your sights on Ivar. Every sensation your husband gave you, you couldn't help but think back to your dreams. Of how Ivar touched you, kissed every part of your body, said everything you wanted to hear.
As your mind took over, a whimper escaped your mouth as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.
"Hvitserk, why don't you go back home? You could get more done there" Ubbe spoke up from the tree line.
Ivar and you, both averted your eyes. You knew then and there that he felt it too. That heat that engulfed your chest, made you squirm when he was close enough.
"The least I could do was let you watch for a while. I don't see Margrethe around" Hvitserk chuckled. He then circled around and placed a quick kiss on your lips. It no longer felt pleasurable, it was no longer a want. It was an obligation to your husband. But, you couldn't exactly let him know that. Therefore, even if it was only small, you reciprocated his actions.
"I'll be back later, there are just a few things I need to do" he then announced, pecking you on the cheek before finally leaving. You watched him disappear behind a hut before turning to the princes. They all stood in front of you, with what you could only describe as a knowing look in their eye.
"What?" You asked, knotting your arms over your chest.
"Why are you with our brother?" Ubbe questioned. He raised a blonde eyebrow toward you, as if searching for something. Maybe the feelings you had buried since that night.
"I don't understand...",
"Is it for love or the title?" Sigurd finally elaborated. Your heart clenched when you heard his words.
Being asked straight out did make you wonder in fact. Why were you with Hvitserk? The spark you once held, the love, it certainly wasn't there anymore. And the title never bothered you in the slightest, your intentions were pure on your wedding day. So, why were you even married to Hvitserk?
"I..." They all continued to stare at you as you shook before them. You didn't know what to say. And for a moment, your eyes flickered down to Ivar. A hope was embedded in his striking, blue eyes. They were a tempest, threatening to drown you if you didn't speak the truth.
"I don't know" you answered. Then picking up your skirt and running away. You were still young. You and Hvitserk married in very early years. Meaning, you didn't know anything different than your husband. And you desired to.
You went further and further. Your dress was caught on the earth, the branches, the roots. Like it was urging you to stop, you couldn't go any further. Yet, you did just that. It felt exhilarating. The burn in your lungs made you feel alive; the ache in your legs blessed you with the laughter, the one to brush it off. You were practically gasping for the sweet pleasure of air. However, you still didn't stop. Not until you had reached a body of water. There, the sky was reflected in the mirror of the surface. But still, it could never do it justice. Instead, you craned your pain filled body up, and saw soft clouds, drifting in the nothing. The blue only reminded you of a certain prince while the sun attacked your view. This was what you wanted, the pure taste of freedom. The liberty to do anything you pleased.
"I never thought I would catch up with you" Ivar said, panting for air as he sat beside you. At last, you rested. You allowed the fire haunting your legs to die, once you collapsed to the dry earth. Twigs, orange and yellow leaves softened your drop to the hard dirt. But, you couldn't ignore Ivar's presence for long.
"Are you not going to speak to me?" He queried, then looking up through his eyelashes to catch a glimpse of you. Unbeknownst to you, or so he thought. His blue orbs traced your every feature, he took in a deep breath through his nose to catch your aroma. He couldn't pin point a certain scent. He just said it smelt like you.
"What if I don't want to?" You smirked. That's when you turned to catch eyes with him. Unconsciously, your breath lodged in your throat.
"I'm the only one willing to listen" he shrugged.
His whole disposition screamed nonchalant, also that he had underlying intentions. However, you still took in a deep gulp of oxygen and released the stress plaguing your body.
What could you say to your brother-in-law? That you dream about having sex with him. That while having sex with your husband you imagine it's him. You couldn't exactly unload that on him. But, something glazed over his expression that tempted you to do just that.
"I... I made a mistake" you mumbled, to see Ivar's usual smile. The one that revealed his darkness. It showed two sets of white teeth and thinned his lips in the process.
"And what might that be?" He said slyly.
"I think you already know" you snapped, opting to keep your eyes against his until one of you look away. However, that didn't come to pass.
It was too fast for you to process. All you could feel was the weight of his lips against yours. They were warm and you had yet to taste them. His movements were soft, they held a vulnerability to them that surprised you. But, this was what you dreamed of. And it was finally greeting reality. Therefore, you reluctantly brought your eyes to a close and moved against his mouth. His delicate actions had your heart throbbing in your ears while you fisted his shirt. You wanted to be closer. All thoughts of Hvitserk flew from your mind.
