Just a few little imagines.
Add a little bit of oneshots.
May include a bit of Hvitserk, who knows.
Maybe throw in some of Heahmund.
I will be accepting requests.
It will always say completed, but I will still update on here now and then.
I'm not s...
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Words: 345 Summary: The title speaks for its self. A/N: This is the shortest one I have ever done. I just wanted to post something. Plus... is it just me or did anyone laugh when they realised how many words this was... No?... Okay. Btw, I know we all agree with what Freydis said. But fuck Freydis.
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"Ivar... Do you want to kiss me?" You asked, as your childhood friend laid beside you in the grass. His eyebrows drew together in confusion. And his hands, once knotted behind his head, now assist him to raise his upper body.
"What are you talking about?" He questioned.
You were both fourteen year olds, and you had seen Ubbe and Hvitserk kissing the thralls. You wanted to know what it felt like. Maybe Ivar had the same undying curiosity as you.
"I mean, when two people put their lips-",
"I know what kissing is (Y/N)!" He snapped, making your lips curl into a smile.
Quickly, you rolled onto your knees and sat before him. Waiting in apparent anticipation.
"Come on Ivar, what have you to loose?".
At that you leaned forward. He was still unmoving, he remained frozen in place when your mouth ghosted over his. You could feel his hot breaths collide with your skin. It's contradiction to the cold wind sent shivers dancing down your spine.
"You won't tell anyone" Ivar insisted, pulling his tongue between his lips.
With a light bob of your head, you closed the distance.
When you met, it was like you could taste his warmth, taste Ivar. His lips were soft against your own, and as your delicate movements grew, you opted to wrap your arms around his neck. He pulled away only slightly to catch a short breath, before returning. His tongue, poked at the seem of your lips, asking silently for entrance. You could feel him. This was all about feeling while your eyes were screwed shut.
You allowed him in. His tongue danced with your own in a battle for dominance, and you won. The taste became clear. You inhaled him through your nose. Loving his scent of sweat and mud for once.
But, when his mother's faint calls grew louder from the bottom of the hill. You pulled away. Through half lidded eyes you watched as he chased after his lips. Your first kiss was Ivar Ragnarsson. And it was all you wanted and expected.
