Rating: Explicit

Words: 3374 in Part 1 (it’s a really long scene so i split it up)

Summary: You are a maidservant in a Saxon castle overrun by Vikings. Prince Ivar decides to stay here for the winter, and he has seen you looking at him. He asks you to draw him a bath and engages you in an increasingly-naked debate over this strange Christian concept of “sin” as it pertains to the act of love.

Usually my one-shots only have one chapter, but this scene is so detailed that the word count is egregious and I’m splitting it in two.

Warnings: dubcon. Specifically, Ivar seduces a reluctant maid. The power imbalance makes good consent pretty invalid, but he does wait for her to agree to things (mostly).

Full Fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11256306

Excerpt:

Ivar called your name sharply and you froze. You had no idea he even knew it. You felt his eyes itching between your raised shoulderblades before you gathered enough courage to turn around again. “My Lord?”

Whatever the heathen saw in your face when you turned, it seemed to please him greatly. He settled back against his elbow and cocked his head to the side. “You have to help me, y/n. How am I going to get these crippled legs over the side of that…?” He gestured with twirling fingers toward the steaming wooden vessel, evidently not knowing the word.

You were thrown off by the familiar tone coming out of his fearsome face. “’Tub,’ my Lord,” you said, dropping your head meekly. It was always dangerous to correct your betters, you knew from hard experience, even if they seemed to be asking you for it.

Ivar only smiled, a heart-stoppingly beautiful thing that cracked the gloom of his face for one glittering moment. “Tub. Yes. You need to stay and help me with the tub.” Then he continued to stare at you, waiting for you to move. To come to him. The jovial angle of his mouth did not change but the smile faded out of his eyes, turning to something colder that reminded you of a cat staring at a mouse.

It was so inappropriate. Good Christian girls did not help strange men take off their clothes, especially not wild heathens that did not know any of God’s laws. This beast might do anything to you if you stepped over there.

Your entire body thrilled at the thought.

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Tonight’s game: reblog this with a song lyric or quote you’d like to see as the title of a fic about Ivar the Boneless.

I’ll start: “You could talk me into fucking you, but I don’t think you’d survive” (from the Snake River Conspiracy song ‘Vulcan’)

OK guys I wanted to do my best to be straight-up educational here. There are a lot of writers for Ivar that want to be respectful, and would like be sure they aren’t accidentally being insensitive to issues they don’t fully understand. You can have only love in your heart and still accidentally be hurtful. Educate yourself.

For readability’s sake, I’m listing succinct points above the cut and explaining “why” for each of them below it.

1. Don’t talk like he’s more of a man when he can stand. 
2. Don’t congratulate your OC for being such a great caretaker of him, or for being so longsuffering dealing with his disability. 
3. Be thoughtful about his physical capabilities when writing his actions. Do not ignore or write off his disability so that your scene can be more convenient.
4. Research Osteogenesis Imperfecta if Ivar is a major character in your story.
5. “Cripple” is a slur. Use it carefully or not at all.

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