Vikings Drabbles and Oneshots

Permission: Ivar

"Y/N!" He yelled.

You listened as his legs drug across the floor. His heavy hands weighed down on the wooden floor and they creaked louder the closer he got. "Y/N!!"

He pushed the door back and it slammed against the wall, and bounced on his legs as he made it to his throne. "Where have you been?" His words were rushed, tainted with deep breaths. He tossed the leather gloves onto the floor and gulped down his mead.

"I was out fishing. I didn't think I needed your permission to leave."

"Oh you didn't?" He smiled.

"No." You cleared your throat.

"We have been looking for you for the last hour. Hvitserk and Ubbe up the mountain, Sigurd in the woods. And you were by the shore all along?"

"Yes Ivar. Had you listened to anything I said this morning perhaps the dramatics of a search party would have not been needed."

"Perhaps if you asked for permission, it would have not been needed." His eyes were slanted and locked on you.

You swallowed and punched the bridge of your nose. "I haven't a desire to argue with you, my king. I am tired."

"Then ask permission to leave?"

His brothers chuckled as he leaned back in his throne with his hands gripping the arms of it.

"No." You rolled your eyes.

"Then stay where you are." He cleared his throat. "It appears my wife has forgotten her manners." He announced.

You shifted and stared at him. "This is not necessary Ivar."

"Neither is your attitude, but I can handle it." He grinned. He was wicked. You knew this before you were betrothed to him. The venom, you at least thought had been drained from him but how wrong you were. The sweet innocent face of Ivar was a facade, a pipe dream you'd sold yourself. But you knew better than to publicly disobey him.

"I wish to leave."

"Or... you can shed your dress. Brothers take a seat and I will show you how to insure she asks permission before she even breathes heavily again."

You obeyed him. Your heavy dress pooled at your feet and you stood in front of him. You listened to Sigurd's gasps as he admired the mahogany hills and curves of your body. You were a marvel, it was the reason Ivar has coveted you to himself. He worked on a strict look and don't touch policy, even with his brothers whom he often shared his women with, everyone but you.

"Lovely right. Watch how she will kneel and beg." He motioned you over to him and in four steps you were in front of him. Your eyes attached to the floor and hands clasped in front of you. "Now." He whispered.

You kneeled in front of him. Your knees barely touched the ground and Ivars hand wrapped around your coiled hair and pulled you back to him.

"Better yet, sit on my fingers."

You gulped looking back at his brothers. Ubbe set uneasily at the edge of his seat. Sigurd's eyes looked you over while Hvitserk stood up. You stepped forward and lowered yourself on to his fingers. Your petaled lips spread for him as he pressed his thumb onto your swollen bundle of nerves. Ivar buries his fingers deep into you and cupped your pussy. Ivar's eyes were alight.

"You are not to cum." He leaned forward. His teeth tug at your ear. "Ride them."

Your hips circle as the my start to fuck his fingers. Your eyes snapped shut as Ivar started to thrust his fingers into you faster.

"See brothers." The slosh of your pussy filled the room, "See how she fucks my fingers, her pussy creaming for me..."

Ubbe gruffest. "Turn her around... let us see."

Ivar shook his head. "Not so fast brother." Ivar was focused on the end game. You could tell by how his eyes brightened and he sucked at your breast. Your body flushed with heat and the thin layer of sweat covered you in the cold hall. The chill traveled down your body and your toes curled as the surge of the onslaught of pleasure rushed you.

"See, she's about to cum." He growled. "Her whimpers are faster, breath ragged and her pussy could break my fingers if they wanted to..." Ivar pulled his fingers from you. "But not today," he smiled. "You can ache and moan... but you'll have to beg for permission to cum... and just so you know I'll let you know when this punishment is over."

Your eyes widened. "Ivar."

"Get dressed."

"I can help you." Ubbe grinned. "With that punishment brother."

"Maybe next time Ubbe. I think Y/N gets it now."