Like A Prayer || Ivar the Boneless x Reader ||

Chapter seven

"You would no longer be a thrall, little one." Ivars voice continues to entice you and you can't help but fall for it.

He reminded you much of the serpent from the Garden of Eden, trying to make you turn on something you know you shouldn't do. The way the words slipped off his tongue were so devilish you felt it corrupt you and you couldn't help the nod that your head made.

A soft smirk pulled up on the kings lips as his head pushes into your neck, "I'm happy you feel so." He chuckles and you turn to look at him. His eyes are full of lust and you can feel the smile that wants to come out on to your lips.

Your eyes filter across the room as Ivars hands continue to rub against your hips, "The night will be winding down shortly, go meet me in our room." He breathes against your neck and you shiver a little before you rise and walk away, swaying your hips.

Ivar didn't lie, in around 30 minutes everyone had left and you heard his crutch hitting the ground as he made his way to your room.

He enters and smirks as he looks at your barley covered form on his bed. Only furs covered you as you sat up, your hair loose and wavy.

"We will marry next Friday, as it is Frigga's sacred day." He says rather cocky and you smirk at him. It was currently Friday, so you had a week to prepare yourself of the wedding that would commence.

You knew you had to learn the traditions, how a bride prepared to be married. All you knew about was the cleansing ritual and exchange of swords, which you didn't own.

"Well then, why don't you come over here and prepare for our night together." His eyebrows rise as your words but a dark smirk quickly pokes at his face. He was loving how open you were becoming with him, finally coming out of the shell you were in.

He walks over to the bed and drops his crutch to the ground, quickly going at his braces before he turns around and looks at your body. Your top was barely covered by furs as one leg slipped onto tog the fur, your foot grazing against him.

He crawls up to you and you wrap your arms around his neck as he starts to pepper kisses up your neck and jaw. His lips firmly plant themselves on your skin, he chuckles against your neck as your hands rub his sides and a soft groan escapes your lips.

"I love you as much as I possibly can, but I'm afraid we must wait until our wedding night, so we can cleanse ourselves." You still at his words, not because of the second part but because of the first three words that leave his lips.

"You what?" You ask him, a blush overtaking your cheeks as you grab his chin softly and pull it up so he's staring at you.

"I love you, more than I should." He breathes out and a smile perks up on your lips as you lean in and kiss him slowly. It was the most relaxed kiss the two of you have ever shared, granted there weren't many, but it was still nice.

It was full of passion but still slow in its own ways, the way his tongue grazed your lips, asking for permission, made your heart flutter.

You slowly part against his lips, your forehead resting against his own as you take his cheeks in your hands, "Well Ivar, I love you too, more than I ever should." You whisper and he chuckles against you as you kiss the tip of his nose.

"Go to sleep my love. We have a long week coming up." He winks and kisses your forehead before rolling off you and pulling your towards him.

You press against his warm chest and slowly start to fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating and his soft breaths.

-The Next Morning-

The bed felt cold as your eyes open, every part of your body still asleep. Ivars warm body was missing and you groaned as you laid in the empty bed.