Vikings Drabbles and Oneshots

Banana Pancakes: Ivar Lothbrok

It's no surprise you wake up to the smoke alarm buzzing away echoing throughout the house while a stream of profanities flow from the kitchen. "Fuck! I mean who invented this damn thing!" Ivar kicks at the stainless steal stove stubbing his toe and bouncing back a few feet holding it. "Fucker!" He growls. Though half of the kitchen is full of smoke you can still smell the sweet pancakes on the table and bacon. Looking at the scorched pan it was clear that the eggs were done.

You grab a stick of bacon and sit quietly at the table watching him hop around still cursing and threatening the inanimate object. Then he turns to you. "Y/N, get back in bed. I want to eat breakfast off of you." He sucks air through his teeth placing his foot on the ground.

"Ivar, babe what in the whole hell are you doing? And why are you beating up my new stove."

"It burnt the eggs." He explained knocking the few wild strands of hair from his face.

"Are you sure you didn't burn the eggs?" you raise your eyebrow at him watching him shrug his shoulders. "It's fine bacon and pancakes are fine with me babe. I am happy you tried to cook for me."

"I did not try. I accomplished it." He flourishes the food on the table and sits across from you. Life had been better ever since you got the house fixed up and the kinks worked out of the landscaping. Ivar even wanted you to plant a garden, but that wasn't for you. "What are our plans for today? I bought everything that we need to plant a few flowers by the door and then hang some on the patio."

"Why do we have to do yard work on a Saturday. It's my first real day off from work." You gripe.

"Because, we are domesticated now. And Bjorn has all those fucking flowers in his yard and every time we go over there I have to listen to my mother brag about the damn orchids and the cherry blossoms..." He rolled his eyes and stared at you. "I want a better garden than him and we are gonna make it. Finish your breakfast, strip down into some clothes and meet me around back."

"Yes sir." You whine with a small smile. He grabs a handful of bacon and his orange juice and disappears to the back yard staring out at the vast yard. He would turn the yard into the Disney land of gardens if it meant that his mother would think it was better than Bjorn's. You chuckle to yourself finish up the breakfast and joining him outside. It's obvious that he has no clue what he is doing as he plunges the shovel into the hard earth and scoops up the dirt "What's going here?"

"Shit." He answers grinning at you. "Wouldn't a fire pit be amazing here."

"You can't just dig a hole and call it a fire pit Ivar Lothbrok. You are going to destroy our backyard." You tug at the shovel and he doesn't let up squinting his eyes at you in annoyance. "don't destroy our backyard." You whisper hoping he will let go of the shovel.

"I am not destroying it." He takes the shovel back from you and scoops up another heap of dirt. He tosses it on your shoes smiling sneakily. 'I guess that's the only way that you are going to get dirty today. You're standing there watching me work."

You drop your jaw in awe and take the shovel from him. "You bastard. Don't you dare dirty me up. I just bathed." You growl. Ivar places his hands on his hips watching you run away from him hiding behind the tree. "We are not digging up a huge ass hole."

"if I come over there after you, I'm going to fuck you against that tree, in front of Mr. Chandler and his adorable old wife."

"Come over here and do it!" you chide. You reveal your leg and swing the shovel in a circle pulling it back to your chest and you hear him coming towards you, nearly falling over the green hose he'd sworn wouldn't get tangled. Ivar is in front of you taking the shovel from your hand. "Those empty threats are insanely enticing Mr. Lothbrok."

He smirks and kisses you on your forehead. "Who said they were empty." Ivar says as he grips your thighs pulling your legs apart.