Fandom: Vikings (History channel)
Pairing: Ivar the Boneless and an original character (female)
Rating: Explicit 18+ only please
Warnings: abusive relationship, BDSM themes
Summary:  OC Sigrunn Haraldsdottir tries to stay away when Ivar returns from England, but his power over her heart only grows.

Start from Part 1 Hold Me Down:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9214925/chapters/20900195  

Read Part 2 Watch Me Drown:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10030016/chapters/22353959

Excerpt: Guards followed me around town as closely as they did Ragnar’s sons now; Lagertha had indeed heard all about my involvement with the youngest Ragnarsson from someone. She had revealed as much shortly after Ivar’s return. “I think it was terrible, what Aslaug was doing to you,” Lagertha had said, with a condescending form of compassion in her eyes, “giving you over to her monstrous son.” I shifted uncomfortably, wondering exactly what she thought she knew. “I will keep you safe from him until your father returns with my Bjorn.” She had made it clear there was to be no discussion of my own wishes on the matter. I was her hostage now, and her plan for my keeping was clear.

Part of me was glad of it. I did not know my own heart clearly enough, or perhaps I did but it was certainly at odds with the wisdom of my mind. In our brief time together, Ivar had overwhelmed me. Our affair had lasted less than a week, and then he was gone. I hadn’t had time to think very clearly about what he was doing to me. Torturing me, manipulating me, loving me. Wooing me in his own way. I loved the rush he gave me, the way he made me feel ecstasy and agony both at once.

Every night I fell asleep imagining Ivar’s arms around me, just as we had laid together the night before he left for England. I claim you, Sigrunn Haraldsdottir, he had said in the woods. I still did not know what that truly meant to him. He had shared his body with me, despite his fears about his own abilities. He had said he wanted none other than me, had looked at me like I was a creature specially designed just for him. He hurt me and soothed me in turns. He called me “pet” and hoped to prove his prowess to others by being seen with me. Did he love me, or was I just a game to him?

It would still be wise of me to stay hidden under Lagertha’s wing, awaiting Father’s return. But if I were wise, I wouldn’t have gone to Ivar’s bed at all.

Fandom: Vikings (History channel)
Pairing: Ivar the Boneless and an original character (female)
Rating: now Explicit 18+ only please
Warnings: abusive relationship, dubious consent, BDSM themes, knife play/cutting, acrophobia
Summary: OC Sigrunn is King Harald’s daughter, staying as a hostage in Aslaug’s household to insure the Lothbroks against treachery. Our cruel little Ivar finds ways to take advantage of her situation, but may find himself deep in something more real than he expected.

Start from the beginning:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9214925/chapters/20900195  

Link to the New Chapter “it has to be you”  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9214925/chapters/21398045 

Special thanks to @ivarthebonelessx for the beta read on this chapter and the enthusiastic encouragement that got this update complete so quickly!!

Excerpt: “Have you been enjoying your stay at Kattegat so far, Princess?” Ubbe asked me with a genial smile. “I am sorry for not being around these past few days, to help you get more comfortable.”

“Do not bother yourself, Ubbe,” Sigurd scowled, glaring at me and then him, “your flirting is wasted. You were not with us the last time she was here. This one only has eyes for our brother Ivar, though I have no earthly idea why.” I shifted uncomfortably. It would not be politically expedient to give the impression I was involved with any of the Ragnarssons while my father was away. 

“Your mother has made me quite welcome, Prince Ubbe, thank you for asking,” I said, trying to step over Sigurd’s comment.

“Perhaps it is because she can see that only one of us has any kind of courage or ambition,” Ivar said to Sigurd, spreading his arm wide and then settling it on the back of my chair.

I desperately wished Aslaug were still here. She would have known how to head this off.

“I don’t want either of you cowards bothering Sigrunn while I am away raiding in England,” Ivar said imperiously, twisting the tip of his knife idly into the table. “She is mine, do you understand?”

Ubbe’s eyebrows almost met his hairline in reaction to those words. Sigurd leaned forward, voice dripping with disgust. “Oh yes, because that went so well the last time, when you tried to claim the slave.” My stomach flipped. I should not care, a slave was nothing, but the sink of envy drained all the strength from my limbs anyway. I wondered which one she was.

I felt Ivar shrink beside me, too. Something about this story had touched a nerve. Sigurd turned to me. “Do not bother yourself with my brother, Sigrunn. He likes to talk big, but I assure you, he has nothing to offer you.” Sigurd’s face was twisting in spite, and I felt my hackles start to rise on Ivar’s behalf. “If he even comes back from England,” Sigurd continued as Ivar leaned forward baring his teeth at him, “I think you would find him very disappointing.” Sigurd sat back with an ugly smile I wanted to slap off his face. “I doubt he can do much for a woman, anyway.” 

 “He can do plenty,” I snapped, then clapped my hands over my mouth. Ivar’s grimace turned to a triumphant grin, and he leaned closer to me.

Read the whole chapter on Ao3

Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Rating: Explicit (really, I mean it. No fade to blacks here. Only follow the link if you’re over 18)
Words: 2230
Summary:  You are a shieldmaiden newly arrived at Kattegat to join the Great Army, and you have caught the eye of Ivar the Boneless. Set during/after episode 4x17

Notes: As always for my smuts, the setting is an AU where the time jump in mid-season 4 lasted long enough to make Ivar older than the age of consent in your country ;)

Excerpt: What Ivar said was true. You had been looking at him. You loved the simmering passion lurking under those dark brows, enjoyed the clever ways he ridiculed his brothers. You were too quiet to join in their conversations, too shy to approach Ivar yourself, but you always found yourself somewhere near him, night after night. Tonight all your countrymen have retired to bed or passed out on their benches; it seems only you and Ivar know how to pace yourselves with the ale.

“Come over here, shy one,” Ivar calls. From what you’ve seen, he is the only Ragnarsson deserving to inherit the throne, and he is holding himself like he knows it, with the calm arrogance of power.

You toss a few stray braids over your shoulder and stand, stepping hesitantly up to the royal table as Ivar pushes his seat out to face you. “Here, sit in my lap.”

A thrill runs through your body; this was just what you had been imagining on those cold nights in your tent this week, but you are also a little surprised at his directness. Ivar is looking up at you with a smile that he probably intends to be reassuring, but it reminds you mostly of a cat about to make its kill.

Finish on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9375029

Fandom: Vikings (History channel)
Pairing: Ivar the Boneless and an original character (female)
Rating: at chapter two we’re still Teen/Mature, will get explicit in the next update
Summary: OC Sigrunn is King Harald’s daughter, staying as a hostage in Aslaug’s household to insure the Lothbroks against treachery. Our cruel little Ivar finds ways to take advantage.

Link to Chapter 1: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9214925/chapters/20900195  

Link to Chapter 2: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9214925/chapters/20951657

Excerpt: “Prove it.”

I tipped my head, asking for clarification.

“Prove that you feel something other than pity for me.” Ivar’s eyes were raw, though he tried to hide that behind an upthrusted chin.

“I told you,” I said through gritted teeth, “I do. I feel hatred. I feel anger.” I wanted to stroke his cheek until the torment left his eyes, until that muscle in his jaw relaxed.

“Then why did you sit down here when I asked? Why have you not gone off to bed?”

I looked down at my hands, unwilling to admit defeat.

“Let me kiss you.” He said it and it hung there. He did not move, because I did not move. A good hunter knows when to lie still and let his prey come to him.

I tilted my head slightly, looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was solemn and expectant.

“I will know the answer, if I kiss you,” Ivar said. “I will know by the way that you kiss me back.”

My heart was racing. He was so close. When had he gotten so close to me?Ivar’s fingers ran oh so gently up my arm, swept my hair off my shoulder and began playing over the back of my neck. “If I don’t like the answer that your lips give me, I will leave you alone, how about that.”

I turned my face up to his, too tempted by his promises and his wide, full mouth. “All right, kiss me then,” I said, almost defiantly. I am Viking; I will go boldly into Hel.

Fandom: Vikings (History channel)
Pairing: Ivar the Boneless and an original character (female)
Rating: now Explicit 18+ only please
Warnings: abusive relationship, BDSM themes, knife play, acrophobia
Summary: OC Sigrunn is King Harald’s daughter, staying as a hostage in Aslaug’s household to insure the Lothbroks against treachery. Our cruel little Ivar finds ways to take advantage.

Start from the beginning:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9214925/chapters/20900195  

Link to the New Chapter “somewhere we won’t be disturbed”  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9214925/chapters/21355739

Excerpt: Ivar caught me alone on my way down to the market after the sun started descending toward the horizon that day. I turned a corner down the winding lane and the prince was sitting on a barrel, a wolfish smile lighting up his face when he recognized me. The emotion in his eyes was masculine, primal. His knife was bare in his hands, he had been idly trimming his fingernails. He bristled with the intentions his eyes had merely hinted at this morning. He beckoned me with one hand as he sheathed the knife and dropped smoothly to the ground, entered the dark building behind him. He did not even look to see if I followed.

I did consider continuing on my way. Word had come up to the hall that Ragnar’s little fleet would be leaving for England in two days, and if I kept walking perhaps I could have kept myself free of his son, and kept my honor intact. But the thought of Ivar putting his hands on me in a dark room turned my spine to jelly and my feet were carrying me through the doorway before I even noticed.

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Fandom: Vikings
Pairing: Ivar the Boneless / Original Female Character
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: abusive relationship, dubious consent, non-negotiated BDSM, knives, blood, spanking, choking.
Words: 27,610

Summary: OC Sigrunn is King Harald’s daughter, staying as a hostage in Aslaug’s household to insure the Lothbroks against treachery. Our cruel little Ivar finds ways to take advantage of her situation, but may find himself deep in something more real than he expected. Set during episode 4x12.

Chapter One: we meet again (1775 words)
Chapter Two: the feeling begins (1924 words)
Chapter Three: on the edge of a knife (5385 words)
Chapter Four: a moment of peace (3475 words)
Chapter Five: somewhere we won’t be disturbed (2913 words)
Chapter Six: it has to be you (3732 words)
Chapter Seven: between the furs (7755 words)

Image source:  http://www.farfarawaysite.com/section/vikings/gallery4/gallery13/gallery.htm

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone that’s been following this little fic and dropping me encouraging notes along the way. Special thanks to my beta reader and fandom sister @ivarthebonelessx and to all the anons who stalked me for updates!! Keep your ears open for Part II of Sigrunn’s story, Watch Me Drown, sometime next month.

Fandom: Vikings
Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Sigrunn Haraldsdottir (OFC)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: BDSM; shitty BDSM communication, though they’re getting better; slightly less dubious consent, Ivar’s starting to realize that’s a thing too; breathplay/choking; anal sex; more in later chapters to be sure.

Summary: Act III of Hold Me Down (all three of these stories together add up to one novel). Sigrunn’s father, Harald Finehair, will allow Ivar to court his daughter so long as she entertains other suitors as well. Sigrunn is torn between acting the dutiful daughter and appeasing Ivar’s many moods and appetites, hoping that he will prove himself in England and her father will give them his blessing to marry. Ivar finds it very hard to play nice.

Notes: I think Act III will have less smut and more plot, though as I say that the ratio is still 50:50 for the first two chapters here. These two idiots continue to prefer working out their issues in bed, as problematic as that can be. Thanks to @underthenorthstar for the gorgeous moodboard above, which absolutely inspired Sigrunn to step up and start acting as awesome as that chick looks. Thanks to @mizzvengenz6661 for beta reading and reassuring me that sometimes the characters are allowed to be happy. And encouraging me when I want to torture them too. Finally, thank you so much to all the Anons and sister wives in Ivar’s Heathen Army for supporting and motivating me with the humbling outpouring of praise and support! This would never have happened without you all!!

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11395326/chapters/25520952

“Then do your worst, Ivar, Ragnar’s son. Try and make me regret choosing you. Because I do not believe I ever will.”