A/N - Agi is my OC, snatched from my story Taken, because this is decidedly a standalone ficlet. Also because I love Ivar too damn much and this scenario kept plaguing me. Again - possible spoilers! And trigger? Ivar makes violent threats of a sexual nature.
Her gown was the color lavender, with a burgundy design weaved throughout. She bunched in it her hands, and slid it over her studied her reflection in the mirror, first straightening her hem, then gliding her pale fingers through her red hair. Her sharp eyes noticed movement at the edge of the mirror, a set of striking blue eyes and a thick mop of hair. "You're not doing a very good job of hiding..." she announced flatly.
"Who said I was hiding?" Ivar replied, as Agi slowly faced him.
"What do you want?" Agi asked, repressing a sigh as she took slow strides in his direction.
Ivar smirked slightly, and rested an arm against the basket at the foot of her bed. "Who says I want anything? Maybe I was just curious if you were red all over.." he answered with a devious stare.
A stifled giggle suffocated on Agi's lips, as she hunched down to his level. "Is being called a cripple not enough? You really want to be known as a pervert too? No, you didn't just come to gawk at me..you're here for a reason, now what is it?"
Ivar was silent a moment, contemplating his words. "You are the only person who hunches to speak to me, Agi...I both love and loathe that about you.."
"Hm...I know that feeling well, to love and loathe...it is the first time I am on the receiving end I think.."
"And now that you are how does it feel?"
"..Enjoyable." Agi mused, her legs sinking sideways onto the floor, her hand upon her hem. "Stop being evasive Ivar. Tell me why you've sought me out."
"We're going to kill Lagertha, my brothers and me." Ivar began, noting how Agi's brow furrowed. "But in order for that to happen, my father must be gone. I want you, to take him away, far into the woods perhaps..you are not so old, you could still give him another child...convince him you are eager to try."
"Ivar, you must know something..." Agi leaned forward, her voice growing softer. "I HATED your mother. I am happy Aslaug is dead and..."
In a blink of an eye, Ivar had sprung onto Agi, her head cracking against the floor, both his hands around her neck. "Take-that-back!" Ivar hissed from behind clenched teeth, his grip growing tighter. Agi's hands flailed against his broad shoulders, her mouth agape and gurgling. Ivar shook her once then released her, his arms falling on either side of her head. Agi gasped for breath, her desperate panting fanning his face. When Ivar spoke his voice was calm, but cold. "Everyone is entitled to their opinion. But you listen close, Agi." With a huff of annoyance, Ivar grabbed her chin and turned her head aside, pressing his lips upon her ear. "You will do as I have said, for if you don't, I will kill the part of you most revered." The hand on her chin, jumped down past her pelvis. Agi squeaked and Ivar smirked, his fingers enclosed around his target. "While you sleep, I will crawl beneath your sheets, and I will bite off your precious bud.." Agi's nails ensnared his elbow, as she attempted in vain to wrench him off of her. "Perhaps you will bleed to death, or perhaps I would have to mangle you further, before the bloodflow would consume you..." Ivar saw the goosebumps prickle Agi's neck, amid the blotches his hands had left from straggling her. Ivar smiled, nuzzling beneath her jaw, causing Agi's rigid body to teeter in surprise. "We understand each other?" he finished, enjoying her natural scent.
A/N - reviews are most welcome!