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Chapter 8 Ivar awakens and big wedding plans
Ivar the Boneless
Ivar is in a sleep-like state.
He suffered minor injuries in his body but was hit on the head. The healers said that he is fine. But it is up to the Gods to allow him to be awakened.
They cleaned him up and lay him in one of the finest chambers and warmest rooms.
However, Queen Runa as you may call her that. Has been taking care of Ragnar's son for days and nights.
Despite the protest of others, Runa insisted on caring for him alone. Perhaps it is guilt that she felt since she started a war and he gotten caught in it.
What doesn't she know is what Ivar is dreaming about?
Dreamlike memory:
Ivar growled as he had no choice but to fight head-on.
Each person he had cut and kill was heartbreaking.
Ivar roar as he battles on top of his horse that Ubbe strapped him on. However, Lyra as Ivar recognized the dire wolf was about to be killed by Largertha's shieldmaiden.
"No!" Ivar pushes his horse forward to save her beloved wolf. He let his horse kicked her around.
"Traitor!" The shieldmaiden shouted at Ivar, but he snarled at her. The shieldmaiden cut off the straps that made him fallen off his horse.
"AGH!"
Ivar was hit in his head hard by a big stone.
The shieldmaiden was about to kill him. Lyra came to his rescue.
Lyra snarled and jumped onto the shieldmaiden and ripped her neck.
That was the last thing Ivar see before darkness took him.
Ivar's eyes slowly opened up and saw a ceiling.
He feels lightheaded and heavy on his body. His skin is going no doubt that he sweat out his sickness or fever.
Ivar doesn't know where he is or what land he is in?
In his daze eyes move at the sight of the wolf. Lyra is laying her head on his stomach. No doubt keeping her guard up and watching him.
Lyra sensed that Ivar is awake. Turned her head and whimpers happily that Ivar is well. Her tail wagged very fast which shows her happiness.
"Hey, Lyra." Ivar's voice is hoarse but petted the wolf. He can see that the wolf is showing gratitude for saving her.
Footsteps are sounded that made Ivar tensed but couldn't get up.
"I swear Lyra likes to sneak into his room…" A noble voice. She sounds familiar yet different.
"Can't help…"
The door opens and gasps at this sight.
Ivar turned his head and saw…
"Ivar! You live!" Runa ran almost tripped on her dress but kneel by his side. She grabs his hand and grips them as she kisses them so lovely.
Ivar gasped and saw her look slightly mature yet beautiful than he had ever seen before.
Her hair is curlier and wilder like that is pulled in ponytail braids. She looked more Viking than ever. His heart beats faster when she touches him like a lover. Not out of disgust like Margrethe does.
"Runa," He whispered as he prayed that this is not a dream.
Runa sniffs and cries softly. Ivar gently pulled her head and lay on his chest. "Shh, shh. There, there. I am here and I am not going anywhere."
Dacey notices they need alone time and silently orders the thralls to leave as he follows herself out to stand guard.
Ivar and Runa stay in their position quietly content with the quietness. Ivar broke the silence,
"Tell me, Runa. Tell me, everything."
And so, Runa told Ivar everything. About Aslaug's teachings, to Largertha's treachery, her humiliation, her imprisonment, escaping Kattegat, and crowned by his mother's people as Queen.
Ivar is impressed.
"The Gods had truly favor you Runa. You can rise above your brother or perhaps you will be greater."
Runa leaps forward and kisses his cheek. He froze in surprise but saw happiness in her brown eyes.
"Thank you." She said to him.
Ivar took her into his arms and hug her. Something he has been wanting to do for a long, long time.
His heart was once broken is now rekindle by Runa's presence.
Days turn to weeks, yet Ivar did not care of time. Here in Götaland, everyone has been eager in meeting Ivar the son of Ragnar and Aslaug.
Runa had been by his side to give him strength, attention and nurture him.
Ivar was enjoying this peaceful land.
"This is Götaland," Ivar commented as he placed his hand onto the wet grass and soil. His mother's homeland is so full and beautiful that he had never seen before. He learns their lands, history, and the people. He felt at home for a change. Runa is lively now when Ivar is here with him.
He also notices wolves like Lyra are among his mother's people like they were part of their lives. Many of the Vikings adopt few or raised them to hunt with them.
Runa smiled and said, "In my mind, I would say this is our Golden land." That set Ivar's laughter and Runa laughs with him. Lyra playfully jumped on them to lick their faces.
"No, Lyra." Runa groaned and Ivar petted her wolf.
Ivar said to her, "Runa. I want to assure you that I do not wish to fight a war against your and my mother's people."
"Then why do you do it?" Runa questioned him. Ivar silently gulp and answered, "For you. Lagertha would have killed you and alliance will be damned. If I or my brothers would take you and be the wife to son of Ragnar. You would have been spared. And the promise between our families would be fulfilled."
Runa snarled, "You mean I would have been a prisoner. Another pawn?!"
Ivar gripped her shoulders and yelled, "Never! You must think of your life for once."
"I want a life that is mine!" Runa fights against Ivar but he would not let her go out of his arms as he hugged her.
Runa sniff as tears let out.
"I would rather you live. Save your strength. For Lagertha will pay." He felt her fighting form limped against him as he knew he has calm her down.
"I'm sorry," Runa whispers as Ivar gently shushes her and rubbed her back. Ivar's mind made a vow.
'I have decided. I will marry you.'
Runa Stark
The weather is extra warm today. Runa and Ivar have been getting closer together, but she is worried.
Many people say he is Boneless, or people view him lesser prospect to marry her. She did give him playful kisses that tease him. He would groan like he was in an agony of pain every time she would kiss his forehead, cheeks, or hands.
However, it came with a surprise.
Flashback~
In her chambers, Runa decided to feast with Ivar, and they began to drink a little more.
Runa is giggled like mad. Ivar lay there drinking and being a little drunk. Okay, that was it. They are drinking a lot more.
"You are now Viking warrior." She giggles. Ivar pouted and scoff, "What are talking about woman? I am Viking the son of Ragnar!"
"I mean, you knew how to drink like one." She was assaulted by her laughter.
Ivar tugged her down and he was above Runa. Runa stops and saw the serious look on his face.
He trailed his hand on her forehead down to her cheek then her neck. She shivers at his touch.
His thumb rubbed her sore neck and even placed a kiss on the area making her gasp under the tender moment under him. It confused her to see his personality change so quickly. He let her up and carried on as if nothing happened.
She shivers at his touch but it was longing then fear. Runa never felt like this before. She felt like a silly girl in love like her sister Sansa is.
Runa grabs a rune stone that she had written Sansa's name in Runes. She had written runes stones in her family name.
Eddard, Catelyn, Robb, Arya, Brandon, Rickon, and Jon Snow.
She was called by Thrall.
"What is it?"
"Prince Ivar wished for you to meet him on the wheat fields." That piqued her curiosity, but none less. She will go to Ivar.
Out in the Wheat Fields.
"Ivar!" Runa called out his name. She is looking around the fields searching for him. "Ivar!"
She was about to give up the search until an unexpected tug on her hand pulled her down with someone hovering over her.
Runa looked up and saw familiar blue eyes and devilishly smile.
"Ivar, you scared me!" She hit his shoulder.
He laughs at her, "Really, I pretty sure that nothing scars a wolf." He told her teasingly. She huff and pouted, 'You are such an ass!"
Ivar kissed her roughly. That surprised her yet closes her eyes and return the kiss.
They pulled apart for what felt like forever. "Sorry, Runa. I just wanted to scar you and have your attention all to myself." Ivar looked down at her loving eyes. Runa shiver at his gaze and Ivar told her what he wants.
"I want to marry you."
Runa widened her eyes in shock. "Ivar…" 'We can't.' She wanted to say that excuse, but his words stop her.
"I want you. I don't care about the war or your brother, but I will fight for you. I love you, Runa." Runa looked at his eyes and saw no lies.
Ivar took her hand and reach down his crotch and Runa is surprised by this.
Runa looked up to his blue eyes.
"No one can make me feel this." He growled. Runa could feel his breath on her skin. She closes her eyes as she felt the bundle of excitement between her thighs.
"Back then, when I tried to fuck a slave, I thought I was cursed because no matter what, I could not get hard." His voice had clipped in emotion. "Yet only you can…"
Runa cut him off by kissing him more boldly and told him. 'Fuck it. Fuck them all. I want my life.'
"Ivar shut up and fuck me." Runa shows lust and needs for him. He looked at her and smiles like growled as he pushed her back on the ground and Ivar roughly kissed her. His hand cupped her cup as he was slowly exploring her body and reach her skirt.
'Too slow.'
She knew she shouldn't do this before marriage. But damn it all. Ivar desires her so much. Runa slightly pushes Ivar up to rips his shirt off of him. She kissed his chest that made him groan at the feel of her lips and bites.
Ivar rips her chest to reveal them. She shivers in excitement when Ivar looked at her. He dives his head to take her nipple into his mouth.
Runa gasped at the sensations.
Ivar suckled and licks with his tongue. Runa wrapped her legs around his waist and buck against him.
Ivar groaned loudly, "Easy. I want to savor this."
Runa paused and allowed him to enjoy her breast. She held onto him like a vice. She decided to play with herself.
Her fingers reach into her womanhood and finger herself. Runa moan at the action Ivar and herself are doing to her body.
Ivar realized what she is doing to herself. He grabs her hand and chuckles, "I guess I made you wait too long."
He sucks on her fingers and moans happily at her taste.
Runa grinned wolfishly.
Ivar slurps and opens his trouser to and push himself inside of her.
Runa gasped as she never felt full before. No one told her about pain, but she sees Ivar and made things better. Ivar pumped and groaned every thrust he gave her. Runa couldn't look away from her face.
She cannot imagine anyone else.
Not Ubbe.
Not Hvitserk.
Not Sigurd.
Especially not Bjorn.
Only Ivar. She sees Ivar.
"Oh, Gods! Ivar!" She screams as she loves this.
"Who do you belong to, hmm?" Ivar hummed as he thrust himself harder. "Who is fucking you? Hmm!?"
Runa heave her breathe until she screams, "You! Ivar the Boneless!"
Her walls are wrapped around tightly on him and they relieved themselves at the same time. Ivar heaves and drops himself on her.
"That's right. You are mine. I will burn the world if they dare take you from me."
Runa smiled and kissed his head on the side.
"Yes. I will be your wife and your queen."
Ivar lift his head and smiled at her.
They kissed together and lay there in the fields.
Runa has met another battle. Her wedding shall continue and this time she has her victory against her enemies.
With Ivar by her side. Nothing will stand in their way.
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