VIKINGS IMAGINES

Imagine seeing Ivar at a wedding.

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A/N: This was my first time writing a ModernAU. I hope you enjoy it. I also went to a wedding, that explains me being stuck in a hotel room.

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Lights of blue, green and red flickered past your eyes. They illuminated the white and baby blue decor. You were sitting with your mother like the typical wallflower you were. Family mostly old and young crowded the venue. Their dresses mimicked rainbows where you just wore a simple black dress. It was tight on the bodice with spaghetti straps, pushing up your bust only slightly. Then, the dress came out at the waist, soft to the touch while you wore open two heels. As the music resounded through your body, punching at your chest with every breath you took, you felt an uncomfortable itch to leave. You didn't belong with the blaring music and partying in general, it wasn't your scene. Or well... It wasn't this night.

"Where are you going!" Your mother screamed. However, over the loud noise, it sounded as if she was speaking just above a whisper.

Therefore, you mouthed:

I'm to the room.

At that, she fed you a thumbs up along with a nod, before letting you on your way.

You shuffled and squeezed past tables and chairs. The venue was small considering the amount of people. You had a big family and so far, you could barely put a name to a face, no one was familiar.

Sitting by your mother made your aura depressing. You felt lonely for not knowing anyone or talking. You were shy and normally struggled to find a conversation starter. Plus, the paranoia that haunted your mind had yet to diffuse. You still felt as if there were judging eyes watching your every move.

Walking out, the aroma of savoury food slapped at your senses. Even if they weren't, you felt as if your distant cousins (you suspected) were staring you down. Thus, you moved as quick as you could, staying clear of your older siblings. They had their own group of friends. And being alone only made a blush of embarrassment flush your cheeks.

Suddenly, you felt something hard block your determined steps. Your (H/C) hair fell into your vision as well as your feet and the white marble under them. Large, warm hands encased your upper arms, keeping you on your strained feet. And thoughts of profanities were directed to yourself until you looked up. Unconsciously, you inhaled a sharp breath, your heart racing from the close proximity between you and the boy.

He was handsome. His hair was styled into a boy cut. Allowing his brown locks to outgrow his shaved sides. His sharp jawline, plump lips and wide nose were caught immediately as you studied his every feature. But what amazed you, was the brightness sitting in his blue orbs. The thoughts of desiring a boy to look your way, were all gone. You only wanted his eyes on you, only wanted him desiring you.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, falling back out of his hold with a click of your heels.

As he stood before you, his gaze deep with his hands stuffed in his pockets, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, observing him from further away, even if slightly. He wasn't an usher, he wore navy where they wore grey, like some you saw back at you table. Therefore, he was someone you most likely didn't know.

"It's no problem" he said, his voice heavily accented.

"No, it was. I would've made a idiot of myself" you giggled awkwardly.

"I don't think someone like you could do such a thing",

"And what do you mean by that?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow while you put all your weight on one foot, the other had the tip of your shoe meeting the floor.

"You're just pretty... I doubt you could be an idiot" he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm.

Is this really happening? You thought.

You couldn't believe it. An attractive boy was talking to little ol' you. And worst of all, you fell into his arms, metaphorically and literally.

Above the main venue, was a little bar. That's where you sat and learned his name was Ivar Lothbrok. He was a friend of the family's and was asked to tag along. Your cousin Jerry, had met him in Denmark, it explained his strange yet appealing accent. You continued to play bat and ball with information about each other. He had four other siblings, his mother had died a year ago following his father. Therefore, his half-brother's mother was left to care for them. You could easily tell from his tone that he disliked her very much.

"Sorry for interrupting, but did something happen to your leg?" You asked, after noticing the limp he possessed as you climbed the stairs.

"It's prosthetic. I had it amputated a few years ago" he explained.

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry" you apologised, feeling bad for bringing up such a somber topic. Especially, while he was talking about Ubbe, his favourite brother.

"It's nothing, I'm surprised anyone noticed, barely anybody comments on it" he chuckled.

He then pulled his glass to his lips. The motion of him just drinking made you rub your thighs together in desire. He was perfect.

"Are you okay (Y/N)?" He questioned, before pulling his tongue between his lips, coating them in a sheen of saliva.

"Yeah... I'm cool".

At those words, you suspected someone walked from the main venue, considering the increase of the musics volume.

You longed to enjoy the night, and Ivar saw this. A sad expression immediately drowned your (E/C) eyes. You was as nice as you were beautiful. This caused him to stand with his drink fixed in one hand while he extended the other toward you.

"Let's have fun while the night is still young" he announced. And slowly did he watch a smile curl at the corners of your magenta painted lips.

You nodded frantically before intertwining your fingers carefully. Heat erupted under your skin, spreading a pleasurable tingle across your body like it was blood. Carefully, with a self-dulled enthusiasm, you made your way toward the loud beat. You had grown cautious of Ivar, not wanting to hurt himself. In an hour or two, you had grown close.

As Ivar pushed the doors open, a waft of cologne and perfume hit you both while the music attacked your ear drums.

"Don't let me fall" you whispered close to his ear. Because you could already feel your worries and anxiety taking you over.

"Never..." he replied, curling his lips into a softened smile.

But do when it comes to loving you. You added silently, before you both stepped inside, arm in arm.