BEFORE YOU READ:
Hello everyone! This is very important, so please, spend two minutes reading it!
In my last chapter I received a review (on another website, not here) that said that I should check my values as a woman and as a human being due to the toxic relationship described in this fiction and that it is horrible how I'm trying to romanticize something so wrong as mental and physical abuse.
Now I'd like to underline for everyone that if something like this happened in 2018, in our society, I'd be the first on to disapprove it, if this was real it would be absolutely wrong, I thought that that was clear!
Please, when you read this kind of fan fiction keep in mind how to tell apart fiction from reality...
Remember that if something similar happens to you or to someone you know you should report it immediately to the authorities!
This fan fiction doesn't want to promote any kind of violence, nor physical nor mental nor sexual!
This is mere fiction, a fiction that happened in an ancient time with a slave, and with a character like Ivar... I mean, if you watched the show you know what kind of person he is, I don't know how much this is historically accurate but I don't think that it's so far away from the reality of that time.
So please remember this is only fiction, not reality, and therefore I'm not trying to justify or promote violence and abuse!
I think we're free to write whatever we like, the ability of the author resides also in being able to write something wrong without promoting it!
And, not to be rude, but you shouldn't criticize someone if they like different things, you must feel free to criticize the way I write, or the story if you don't like it or whatever, that is your right, but you shouldn't tell me that I must check my values because in that case you're criticizing me as a person and well, honestly, you don't even know me!
If something bothers your sensibility feel free not to read it!
Said this, keep calm and enjoy your reading!
Lisanna was unsure about her next move.
He had let her sleep with him the day before but just because she was too exhausted from the beating and she had literally collapsed above him. But he had also kissed her, twice.
Should she go back to the stables?
Ivar noticed the doubt in her eyes and decided to have a bit of fun letting her struggle with her ideas.
"Change the blanket for me. The ice has soaked this one completely. I don't want to sleep on the wet. And you're also allowed to scrub the hardened wax from you body.": he ordered.
She accomplished trying to pleasuring him.
"Here, on the bed, let me help you": he patted at the empty place on the bed near him.
She sat down and he was next to her peeling off the white wax meticulously.
"So, what should I do now?": he asked after they were finished and she was clean again.
"Whatever you please, I guess."
"Well, I could sleep alone here, or I could ask you to warm my cold bed... what will you prefer, uhn?": he mocked her.
She didn't know.
She honestly didn't know.
She had enjoyed the "I'm in a good mood Ivar" of the day before, but would he be the same today?
And even if she wanted to stay with him she couldn't just told him, it would have meant to declare her weakness to her enemy.
But she didn't even want to sleep on the freezing and stinking stables: Ivar arms were definitely better then the back of a pig.
"So? Do you want to stay here or do you want to sleep with your friends? Just be careful not to start grunting like them.": he laughed.
Or maybe, she could have sneaked out from the stables and joined Hvitserk in his chamber, his arms were even better, or at least she used to think that, but now, looking at Ivar she started to realise that maybe it wasn't like that.
She liked him, Hvitserk, but she felt something for Ivar that went over that, she cared for him and she knew that somehow he cared too.
"Lisanna, I'm sending you out of you don't answer me. Tell me what you want to do."
"I want to stay here with you, Ivar."
"Do you, uhn? And what makes you think that I'll allow it?": he said without conviction: he was already making room for her, sliding to the left side of the bed.
"I don't know. Will you allow it?": she played his game, she knew that that pleased him.
"Maybe. It depends."
"It depends on what?"
"It depends on how nicely you will ask that to me."
She sighed again: "Ivar, my master, can I please sleep with you tonight? Outside is so cold and I really want to keep the bed warm for you. We will both take advantage if I remain. I beg you, will you let me stay?": she played along in a clearly mocking tone.
Apparently he was satisfied.
He patted the bed next to him and pushed the cover down to let her slide underneath it.
"So, how was it? What I did to you today. How'd you felt?": he asked pulling her, like usual, with her head over his chest and pulling the blanket up again.
"It was strange. The ice was annoying, it stung for the cold, but it was also pleasant on my back. The wax was hard to take, it was bearable but it hurt a bit. When it touches your skin, it's like fire for a few seconds but it gets cold immediately after. That's way it was okay. I was afraid at first and also when you asked me to turn around. I feared that you might have poured the wax on my back..."
"I made you a promise before we started. I promised you that I wouldn't break you. And I didn't. I promised that I wouldn't even take you to the verge of tears, and indeed you didn't cry. You can trust me."
"What about the kiss?"
He was cuddling her with his protective hand, sliding it up and down her bare back.
"What about it?"
"Well.. it's not the first one. Why did you kissed me?"
"You're my slave. I can do to you as I please."
"Oh c'mon Ivar. You know what I mean. Why then did you decide that it pleased you to kiss your slave?"
He smiled, she had won on this:"I don't know. When I first bought you I had noticed something. You were fighting against the viking on the boat, you made him bleed. I felt something, you weren't weak. And then I scared you like a lion with his little lamb. And then again you told me that you wanted to save me, and I can't say it wasn't strange. You were the first one, save me? Save me from what I wondered... you let me do everything to you, and you never tried to run off, if we don't consider the first night, and I personally wouldn't, I was hurting you, and you kept on caring... I don't know why I kissed you. But I don't regret it."
"Me neither. I wanted to be kissed by you so much today, and you did it."
"And I can do it again."
He put her down him and towered her with his muscled body.
He pulled her closer and kissed her, with passion, stroking her cheek lovingly where he had slapped her and pulling her hair, this time without force.
She wanted more.
She searched for his trousers and inserted a hand in them.
He tensed up, he knew this time was different, and he was afraid.
"Get away Lisanna": he said coldly.
He pushed her on the other edge of the bed, turned to give her his back and stopped talking.
He had just shown her his greatness weakness, and he was so angry.
NOTES:
IMPORTANT: If you haven't read the "before you read" notes, please do it!
It's very very very important for me that you do it! Please!
And finally... HELLO everyone!
So... Is bad Ivar coming back? Maybe?
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Arechan96