Ivar „The Boneless", son of Ragnar Lothbrok

Fluff/lime, cozy

a/n1 : first time writing for the VIKINGS fandom and this is OOC like a lot

a/n2 : this work of fiction IS HISTORICALLY INACURRATE ! I took my liberty of mixing stuff that didn't happen as far as the Viking age and the Roman Empire ( in general) so no flames please

a/n3 : I am crap at fluff. I tried. I really did.

Snow was falling steadily in Kattegad, the town lulled to a frost and mead filled nap. This winter would be harsh and long. Animals and fields were deep in slumber, waiting for the spring.

Ivar pulled his legs through the deep snow, grunting slowly he made his way through the fluffy, white layers in the main way, away from the grand hall. He folded heavy coats of fur over his shoulders and opted to go without a head cover. With each snow flake hitting his head, he'd curse jucily the Gods and his idiocy.

Kattegad was eerily silent, the chickens and pigs sleeping soundly, he couldn't even hear his men tell tales of the Gods around the fires in their homes. It was such a day that required peace and rest.

Of course he was going somewhere, the cripple had buisness to attend.

His tied legs dragged him out of the village, up the mountains, into the white forest. Untouched snow crumbled with each drag of his feet and stab of the crutches that helped him exist. A snow bunny leaped in front of him, the white fur blending in perfectly. More snow on his head, more curses.

He reached a wide oak tree, the branches heavy with snow, leaning towards the ground, hiding a tiny cabin under it, he used to spend his days there with Floki, listening about the Gods, their adventures and the harsh sounds of the wind during storms, the insects during Midsummer, captivated as a small child.

Now as an adult he had a special treat inside.

Just before the winter, a ship with slaves arrived. Darker skinned slaves, slaves with golden skin and slaves with pointed eyes like foxes. He had his eyes on a smaller girl, her skin the colour of baby fox, soft and glowy. He was staring at her defined, green eyes and her jutted chin up. She was not born a slave. He'd exclaimed to his father he'd take her as his slave, after all he was a cripple, he needed her - he said to his Father. Ragnar eyed him and chuckled.

Now, his slave was in the cabin, throwing another pissy fit at the snow outside. She was from Roman something, an empire far away, where the sun shone all year long and snow was just a tell tale.

She hated it here and she'd tell him that every time he'd visit her.

Llucia, she said her name was. Light, a cruel joke from her father. He midnight hair was funny to him. A bastard daughter sold to slaves, apparently raised as a noble woman first.

Ivar was intrigued.

He opened the door to find her buried under a few blankets, shivering by the fire. She eyed him with a dirty look and scoffed. He closed the door and threw the furs onto her, splashing with snow and wetness.

A shriek filled the tiny cabin.

˝I hate you and I hate it here˝- Llucia said. She was dressed in a simple dress, her hair down to her waist holding onto the blankets for dear life. She still had two golden bracelets. They were thin golden ovals, on each wrist. She almost clawed his eyes out when he wanted to see them.

˝Why are you so hostile?˝

˝I am not˝

˝Yes, you are, throwing a fit every time I come here, I could leave you alone all winter˝

˝But you won't˝

˝And how do you know that?˝

˝You come here every day, study me, watch me all damn day. ˝

˝Maybe I come here to fart˝

˝WHAT?!˝- Ivar laughed and drank some mead. He sat next to the fire and let his crutches fall next to him. They clocked loudly on the wooden floor. ˝They say you're cursed by the Gods˝

˝My father took my mother when she prophesized I'd be born a snake˝

˝Are you?˝

˝Only under my leathers˝- Ivar smirked at her and drowned his cup. Llucia rolled her eyes.

˝I bet you never were with a female, they must run from you˝- Ivar threw his cup at her.

˝I AM the son of Ragnar Lothbrok, a prince, I can have every woman I want!˝

˝That's why you have me here? Hidden from everyone, oh mighty prince? Lies˝

˝You will be punished for this˝

˝That's what you said last week, I heard of your so called cruelty, all you do is throw cups at me˝

˝Draw me a bath woman˝

˝What?˝

˝Bath. Now˝ - Ivar barked and threw his empty pitcher. It hit Llucia's shoulder and she yelped. Groaning she gathered her blankets and folded them before taking a wooden bucket and leaving the cabin. Behind the big oak tree was a small trail that ended up by a stream of icy water, it was a small creek adjoin to a river a bit south of forest. She'd have to walk through the snow, shivering through it. She cursed Jupiter for the cold that he brought her and immediately prayed for warmer weather. Maybe this far North he couldn't hear her? Maybe some other god, one of the Viking gods, was having his fun with her, bringing more and more cold.

The way back was shorter, she dragged the bucket as fast as she could, already feeling the fire on her skin. Inside Ivar was sitting where she left him, staring at the fire. She snorted to signal her return and poured the water in a kettle to warm it. A wooden tub was in one corner. She'd just pour water in it, fuck him.

Last time she disobeyed he had men taking all the food from her cabin and locking her in. Those days were filled with darkness and hunger.

˝I see you don't want to be closed in again?˝

˝Very funny?˝

˝Maybe I should cut that tongue out, you annoy me˝

˝Why don't you just kill me then? At least I won't be cold then˝

˝I would kill my fun then˝

˝But you don't do anything with me˝- Ivar turned to her statement to look at her. Realizing her mistake she added ˝Not that I want to! I'm just in this cabin all day long˝

˝Would you like to work like a real slave then? With the others, tending to pigs, cleaning?˝

˝Maybe˝- He gave her an amazed look, then laughed and grabbed his crutches to lift himself.

˝A slave that wants to work, interesting˝

˝I was not raised to sit on my ass all day˝

˝So you keep saying but yet here you are, a slave, sold to us, bought by me˝

˝What a joy, I need more water˝- Ivar nodded as Llucia went to fetch more water. The trip was shorter this time, she kept reasoning th herself that she was doing this because he could hurt her and not because she wanted to help the cripple.

When she came back he was already sitting in the tub, his clothes by the wood and various strings and leather cords that he used to tie his legs together in a pile. Llucia stared at it when something came flying past her eye. It was a wooden spoon.

˝What are you waiting for woman?˝

˝Jupiter˝

˝Who?˝

˝Nothing˝- Llucia poured water in the tub, all the time staring at his legs. They looked normal, like any man's legs. Hairy and muscular, maybe a bit slim? She watched the water raise in the tub and went to add more to the kettle. Ivar kept silent.

˝Now tell me, why didn't you run?˝

˝What?˝

˝You said all women ran from me and you did see my leggs˝

˝You'd close me in again.˝

˝True, but still you haven't screamed˝

˝Should I? Is that what pleases you?˝

˝Do you want to please me?˝- He was teasing her. She made a mistake here, a big one. ˝Wash my hair˝

˝I have to detangle it˝

˝There's a comb there˝- Ivar pointed by the bed and closed his eyes. Llucia sighed and went to grab it. It was a bone carved comb, the end spiky and sharp, she could just stab his neck and be free. He finger passed the shiny surface as she pondered it.

He was in the tub, naked and without his crutches, no weapon near and they were alone in the woods, Kattegad too far too hear him.

But where would she go in this weather?

More North?

If she stayed she was still a slave but she was alive and he didn't torture her, annoyed more it seemed. In fact he was rather curious, always asking weird things and watching her.

She sat next to the tub and started to und the braids in his hair, tangles everywhere. Llucia swore she heard him sigh in content when she started brushing his hair. Once detangled and unbraided, the hair was surprisingly soft, maybe someone else combed it form him too? She tried to concentrate on the hair and not his neck and shoulders.

As he used the crutches she noticed the arms and upper body being more defined than the rest. It was hard hating him when all she could see was back muscles and strong arms.

˝Talk˝

˝Why?˝

˝I'm bored˝

˝That is not my problem˝

˝I really should cut out your tongue˝

˝Then I wouldn't be able to answer when you'd ask about my homeland˝

˝Ahhh truth, then do something˝

˝I am brushing your hair˝˝

˝Something else˝

˝Like what?˝- Llucia dropped her hands on the tub and waited. She heard the fire crackle and the howling of the sharp wind outside. Ivar was silent. He turned around and grabbed her arms. ˝Join me in my bath˝

˝W-w-what!?˝- She tried to fight him but he overpowered her easily and pulled her in the tub. The water splashed and overflowed. She was still clothed, wet and sitting on his crotch. Blinking she stared at the smirking Viking.

˝Stop that!˝- Llucia said startled. Ivar smirked.

˝I remember you saying you hated the winter, so you must have been cold? This way you can get warm and amuse me˝

˝Stop it˝- Llucia hissed. Her face was flushed red.

˝I don't see you running, what did you think I didn't work down there˝- Ivar said comfortably while Llucia's face lit up like the flames behind them.

The end?