Chapter 2 .

A/N : I'm still not sure what do do with this story, hardly can't believe someone noticed my trash :o But as the reviews keep coming in I feel guilty of just teasing and not continuing the story. So I'll try, but I won't be having fluff, I just can't write that, furthermore this fiction is INACURRATE by the history im mish-mashing in. Just think of it as a history crossover.

Now that I've decided to continue with it, I'm soo open for any suggestion you guys would like to read in this story, but remeber I won't be writting fluff. So anything besides that really.

I apologize for making Ivar OOC, blame the danish actor that plays him as an older Ivar. Just go to his Instagram and try not to awwww too much. Yeah I thought so, I can't resist him either.

I'll try to find a picture of the Llucia I have in my mind, eventually.

Hope you continue to enjoy this story.

Fire cracked behind Llucia. She swallowed hard as she stared into the blue tinted eyes of Ivar the Boneless. She never figured out why the whites of his eyes would be sometimes tinted in azure blue. It did remind her of the Sea back home but she'd rather bite her tongue off then tell him that.

Now she had a situation she wasn't sure how to solve. On his crotch, in a tub filled with hot water, feeling something move under her. She knew about male anatomy and such but she had the fortune to be treates as an ill sign and often ignored.

Guess Ivar thought otherwise.

Or a part of him did.

˝Could you stop moving.. ˝- Llucia said.

˝Why should I? You're my slave I can do whatever I want with you˝- Ivar replied smugly. He even leaned back in the tub and made himself comfortable as if her weight didn't bother him at all. He kept his eyes on her, face completely calm.

˝Doesn't my weight bother you?˝- And she had to ask, Jupiter forbid she kept her tongue for herself. Ivar laughed. Didn't that make her feel like a scolded child.

˝Just because I can't use my legs, it doesn't mean I'm not strong in my body. I was able to stand next to my brothers, wheel actually˝- Llucia slowly nodded. ˝No, you are not heavy, wash me˝- He commanded. Llucia's eyes bulged out.

Wash him in the tub? While she was in? He grew impatient and rolled his hips under her, surprising her completely. A high yelp filled the cabin. How was he able to do that?!

Llucia found the wash cloth near the tub and let ti soak water. She squeezed the excess and carefully touched the skin on Ivar's chest. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. Llucia stopped the motion and stared at the difference in skin color.

˝You stare too much˝- Ivar commented. His brows had been scrunched together, as if trying to understand the woman on him.

˝I don't bathe people while sitting on them, it's weird˝- Llucia replied hastily.

˝Then think of me as your bethroned˝- Ivar joked. He had a huge grin on his face. He didn't anticipate Llucia's face burning red and her legs tightening around his hips. She was still as a statue. Her breathing was shallow. She looked like trying to avoid a raging bear.

Wasn't Bjorn a bear? He was an archer, it was the name of the one who never missed.

˝Forget that, you make me mad˝- He scowled. He pushed her off him. Llucia staggered in the tub and almost fell out. She grabbed the edge and yelped.

˝What'S WRONG WITH YOU?˝- She yelled at him, pissed of at being pushed but also relieved she wasn't sitting on his crotch anymore.

˝Get out˝- Ivar ordered. He was sulking again. A deep set frown and eyes rimmed with blue tinge. Llucia groaned and got up, her clothes soaked wet. She threw the cloth at him and went to sit by the fire. ˝Ungrateful˝

˝Excuse me? I give you everything!˝

˝What excatly? A prison? You make me serve you idiot!˝

˝You are a slave, what else would you do?!˝

˝YOU COULD FREE ME!˝- Llucia screamed at him. She felt like a piece of fresh cow shit, steaming in anger.

˝No˝- Ivar replied simply.

˝Ugh˝- She grunted and stared at the fire.

After what seemed a good while, she heard sploshing and moving water. He was trying to get out. Let the fool fall down, she won't move to help him even if he threatened her. Her clothes were half dry, still some parts clung to her like second skin. It was something she used to love while living back home, udner the warm sun where you'd wear thin veils of clothing, barely covering anything, enjoying the breeze or the heat that would warm your behind on the stone benches strewn through the city.

A loud plop, breaked her thoughts. She was back in the tiny cabin in the cold north, under a ruthless, crippled Viking. Groaning she turned around.

Ivar was sitting on the edge of the tub, as naked as he could be. She blushed again and turned her head. She added a hmpf for good measure.

˝You're mad at me˝

˝No I'm making olive wine, stamping my feet in a bucket˝

˝What?˝

- Llucia ignored his confused state. She was homesick and tired and angry. ˝Fine be mad, but move over˝- She felt something wet near her and Ivar sat next to her, a towel around his waist. He stretched his leggs in front of the fire using his arms. They didn't move on their own at all. Just sat there like a log. ˝Stop staring, they don't work. They never will˝- A new blush creeped over her face, she felt like she overstepped some boundary and insulted him even though she was originaly mad at him.

˝You're so confusing˝- She sighed.

˝Ha? Me?! You keep blushing, yelling at me. You speak of things I never heard off!˝

˝It's not my fault you haven't been to the South, I did not want to come to the North, it wasn't my choice to be...˝

˝Sold˝- he finished. ˝You should be grateful, I don't make you do many things nor do I punish you˝

˝Lie˝

˝One time. Hardly matters˝

˝Matters to me˝

˝You're a slave, do I care?˝

˝Fuck you˝

˝You wish it˝

˝Ew no I'd neve-˝- Llucia caught herself midsentence. She wanted to yell at him but it felt wrong, it wasn't his fault he was a cripple. Ivar watched her carefully. He observed the way her mouth opened and the sound stopped coming out.

˝Stupid woman˝- he chuckled. ˝You think I'm offended?˝

˝You keep asking and bragging about your women adventures but in truth it isn't so...˝

˝And how would you know that?!˝- He sounded amused but his eyes were filled with anger. Llucia swallowed a lump in her throat.

˝You ask everytime you come here, it's like testing waters˝

˝Continue˝- His eyes squinted at her, chin jutted up, she even saw teeth. He was like an animl preparing to attack.

˝Well... it's like you're waiting for me to say something or allow or I don't know! YOU'RE CONFUSING˝- She yelled at the end, throwing her arms in the air. In truth he was frustrating and the fact that he danced around her was a curious thing. The viking way was to take it, if you wanted it. He was way to precarious, as if he never...

˝Should I just do it then?˝- Ivar asked. His eyes were dark now, filled with anger and mischief. Llucia didn't like it and behind her was a wall, in front of her the fire. No where to escape, not even the cripple.

˝Like I care, you keep saying I'm a slave? I don't get a choice do I?˝- If he was going to have his way with her, what could she do to stop him?

Instantly his eyes changed and widened. Ivar grabbed the crutches and lifted himself. He shuffled to the tub and started dressing himself. After he was done he went to the door and closed it behind him.

Llucia waited for him to storm in, alone or with more of his underlings, beat her to death or torture her but he never came. The fire died out and she went to a small bed, curled under the tattered cloth and fell asleep.