A/N: I know this isn't longer than a simple drabble. I have nothing to say for myself; I've been busy confusing my Old Norse with Danish lessons.

The night before they were to take the city, Unnr sat with Ivar between her legs. He sat with his back towards her, wiggling closer, every time she pulled away to get a better angle. She used an ivory comb to brush his hair and divide it into many pieces which she then twisted into a pattern across the top of his head and into a braid, ending at the base of his neck.

"There," she said when she was finished. "Like a proper Viking."

"Mmm, is that so?" he kissed her knuckles and in a moment had turned around so he lay on top of her. "Then I am going to take you like a proper Viking."

He made quick work of undressing her and trailed kisses down her abdomen. She groaned in anticipation when he reached her hips. "Tell me, to whom do you belong to?" he asked, hovering over her center.

"You, my king," she moaned.

"That's right," he grinned and kissed her lower lips.

"Ivar!" she gasped and clutched at the pelt beneath her. Her first instinct was to wrap her fingers in his hair, but stopped herself at the last moment, not after all the time she spent on that braid. This only added to her frustration as he teased her with his tongue. "Ivar!" she moaned again.

"Yes, beautiful?" he grinned up at her from her mound.

"Just fuck me already," she sighed.

He ran his tongue slowly over her slit. "As you wish," he said and moved up, unlacing his trousers and then positioning his cock at her entrance. He watched her face intently as he entered her as slowly as he could manage.

Her head rolled back as she begged for more which he readily gave. Ivar pounded into her over and over again, high off of her begging and moaning.

"Ivar! I'm so close!" Unnr squealed as she felt the pressure mounting in her lower belly.

But instead of pushing her to the edge as he normally would, Ivar stopped and withdrew from her almost completely.

"What the fuck?" she shouted at him, but then realized what she had said. "I- I didn't mean that. What's wrong?"

"Say you love me," he said.

"I love you," Unnr replied. "Of course, I do, Ivar. I love you."

Ivar smiled softly, visibly relaxing, and bent down to kiss her. "I love you, too," he said before resuming his thrusts. He pushed deeper into her until they both finished, his seed covering her stomach and breasts. Rolling off to the side, Ivar wrapped his arms around Unnr and held her tightly as he kissed her shoulder. "Tomorrow I will give you the city of York."