Summary: requested by anonymous: 'Hello! I'm not sure if you'll take this idea but I figured I would give it a shot. Could you do one with Y/N and which ever Ragnarson son you would like (Bjorn, Ubbé, Sigurd, Hitvtserk, or Ivar). Can it be about Y/N's first time with them? Y/N could either be Viking or a slave from another place mentioned in the show.'

Characters: Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: mentions of sex, forced marriage, humiliation

(A/N: Siv and Hilde are made up characters; also I hope this is along the lines of what you want.)

(Also A/N:

Sitting at the kitchen table, I stared at the gifts bestowed to me from my suitors, men trying to bribe me into marrying them. There was jewellery, dresses, foreign foods, and of course money, but I didn't want any of that. Being betrothed scared me, I knew nothing of what men wanted, nor how to be a perfect wife. I never knew what it was to be loved (besides from my family), there seemed to be no men in Kattegat that were interested; those asking for my hand in marriage only did so because my family were fairly wealthy. Normally this hadn't bothered me in the past, after a long think about men, I had decided that living freely was the best option for now, before I was trapped in a marriage I didn't want to commit to.

Though seeing my friends fooling around with the other boys, or even beginning relationships of their own accord, made my true feelings shine through. Festivities and feasts were probably the worst. I couldn't get away from it, they were huddled up together, kissing, flirting. Although I was happy for them, slight jealousy always shone through, forcing me to leave them before I ruined the night.

"Still having trouble choosing?" my grandmother asked as she slowly walked towards me.

"Something like that." I mumbled, still staring at the gifts.

"They're all very nice, wouldn't mind some of these myself."

"Oh, how will I ever decide?" I sarcastically stated.

"I don't understand how you're not married off already."

"What do you mean?"

"There's enough men longing for you," I rolled my eyes at her,"and these are only a few offers."

"Well they won't want me when they realise I can't be the perfect wife for them."

"Ah, what makes a perfect wife anyway? As long as they have somewhere to stick their cock, men are happy."

I grimaced at her statement."Thank you grandmother."

I had stared at these items for far too long, and I needed to get away from them. My parents didn't want to pressure me, but they were going to want an answer at some point. How was I supposed to make a decision like that when I hardly knew them? I hardly knew anything about men in general! It was embarrassing to think I hadn't even kissed a man, yet I was going to be married soon. All these lies I had to keep up with, answering people's questions with made up stories just so I didn't seem sad or unwanted. There was only so much you could make up with a lack of experience.

As usual, it was busy in the centre of Kattegat. I wove between people, smiling at those I knew. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, my mind found itself constantly thinking about my big decision. Perhaps I should talk to some of the other girls I knew in arranged marriages, they didn't all seem bad...

Looking over a handful of bracelets at a stall, I heard the familiar sound of scraping along the ground. I saw him approaching in my peripheral vision, as well as the crowd dispersing quickly, some hiding their faces.

"Hello Prince Ivar." I turned to him and smiled, curtsying before him.

"(Y/N), it's good to finally see you again. Where have you been hiding this time?" He asked, walking past me with his crutches.

I followed on."I wasn't hiding, I was only at home. I had important things to do."

"Ah yes, your suitors. I have seen quite a few come and go."

I sighed."Yes, there are a few to choose from."

"I'm not surprised, your family are almost as wealthy as mine, there will be many wanting to marry you."

"And here I thought that they were marrying me because they loved me."

He chuckled."You always knew this day would come, we even spoke of this when we were young."

Being a wealthy family, we were respected just as much as Ivar and his. I had grown up with the Ragnarsson's when I was much younger, though we parted as we became young adults. There were too many responsibilities for them, and as for me, I had to act like a proper lady; they went off raiding, avenged their father, came back, argued, and here I was, waiting for someone to take interest in me. It seemed that Ivar was the only one who bothered to keep up conversation with me. At first I assumed it was to stay loyal and friendly to my family, but we somehow ended up as friends again. Ivar was blunt and honest, and I didn't have anyone around me like that anymore. I needed that, he kept me sane.

"I know. It's just..."

"Let me guess, you're scared?"

"What? No-"

"All women are scared, don't worry."

"I suppose so. I just don't want to choose the wrong one. What if he's nice when I first meet him and then cruel as soon as I am bound to him?"

"Then you better make the right decision."

I rolled my eyes."How am I to do that when...never mind."

"No, go on. What is it? It seems that I am to be your council today, I should give my advice."

He came to a stop, and it was only then when I realised that we were stood outside the Great Hall. I leaned against the wall, looking away from him. It was too embarrassing, there was no way I was going to tell him my true thoughts.

"(Y/N), you're hiding something."

"No I'm not! Let's just stop talking of this, I came out here to get away from these thoughts."

"Come, you need a drink."

"I am not letting you get me drunk."

"You do that yourself, I have no part in it."

I sat with Ivar for hours, my cup overflowing with alcohol as I ranted to my friend. I didn't know whether he was actually interested, but that didn't stop me. I couldn't believe how angry I was becoming over this, how much emotion I had hidden within myself. At first the hall had been quiet, only us two in there (minus my shouting as I drank more and more) until Hvitserk and Ubbe walked in, their group of friends trailing behind them, laughing loudly. Ivar and I looked over, watching as they approached. Ivar grunted, he never got on with these people, let alone his brothers. I normally would welcome them with a smile, beckon them over even, but right now, I didn't need any couples around me.

"(Y/N)! There you are! Finally, Ivar has been missing you." Ubbe teased, rubbing Ivar's head. The younger brother shoved him away, avoiding eye contact with me.

"(Y/N), you're drinking without us? We best catch up then!" Hilde and Siv giggled as they crowded me, snatching up the drinks being poured out. Ivar and I shared a glance, not sure where this night would lead.

Unfortunately, my night was filled with questions from my friends about my suitors; what they looked like, how much money they had, what gifts they had bestowed upon me. It was draining to go over the details, and they could tell that I was holding things back. However, this didn't stop them from interrogating me, soon everyone was joining in.

"You know what I just realised?" Hilde caught everyone's attention."I've never seen (Y/N) around a man, romantically I mean."

The others looked at each other, some nodding and others thinking it over. I glared at her, praying that this conversation wasn't going where I thought it was.

"Have you ever been asked about courting (Y/N)? Any gifts, any gestures? Besides those wanting you for money."

"No." I mumbled.

"Really?! Even at feasts and festivals? Not even when everyone is pissed up drunk?" Siv exclaimed.

I lowered my head, humiliated by my 'friends' words."I...it just..."

"(Y/N)," Hvitserk held back a laugh,"you have had sex, right? Please tell me someone has taken her virginity!"

I opened my mouth to retaliate when Hilde interrupted."Why didn't you tell us? We would have set you up with someone!"

"No wonder shes's always frustrated! That explains a lot!"

Siv gasped."Is that why you're always with Ivar? Because you're both virgins?"

Ivar growled, slamming his fist on the table."You know very well that I have bedded women before."

"Ivar, not getting it up doesn't count."

I didn't hear Ivar's insult back as I bolted from my chair, rushing out of the room. I thought these people of dear friends, yet here they were, disrespecting me, only judging me by who I had sex with...or who I hadn't had sex with. It was dark now, and that mixed with the alcohol was really effecting my stability, I was stumbling over my own feet as I tried to navigate my way back home. When I finally made it there, I quickly calmed myself, not wanting to wake any of them with my sobbing. Luckily I found that none of them were awake, making it easier for me to crawl into bed, curling up into a tight ball as I silently cried myself to sleep.

The next day I was quiet, still upset about being made fun of. When asked if I was well, I responded to my family that I was still overthinking my decision of a suitor. The lie worked, all of them soothing me, reassuring me that my mind would be made up soon.

Daydreaming as I looked out of a window, I was brought back to reality when I saw a slow, tall figure stumble its way towards my home. My eyes squinted, confirming my guess as to who it was. Without a word being said, I grabbed my cloak, rushing outside to meet Ivar halfway. He looked pissed off (nothing unusual there), not making eye contact as I cam to a stop in front of him.

"Ivar, what are you doing here?" I asked, out of breath from running.

"I wanted to check on you."

"Oh, thank you."

"You seem surprised."

"Sorry, I'm sure you have better things to be getting on with."

"You're my friend....come, let's go for a walk."

Ivar seemed skittish, nervous almost. I wanted to be careful with my words, especially since the conversation wasn't flowing as well as it usually did. Ivar was explosive, one wrong word and he could get so angry that even the Gods would tremble. We found ourselves on a winding path in the woods, an uncomfortable silence filling the atmosphere.

"You're still upset over what was said?" Ivar finally said, leaning against a tree as he took a moment to rest.

I suddenly snapped back."Yes! Of course I am! They embarrassed me, I thought they would be more sympathetic. I've never mentioned it before because I was scared something like this would happen-"

He raised his hand as he interrupted me."Alright, I get it, I don't need to hear your rambling."

"You really know how to make someone feel better."

"I didn't mean for it to come out like that. Look...I understand what it's like to be in that situation. But how could that be true?"

"Really Ivar? I don't exactly have men throwing themselves at my feet."

"They are fools."

"Don't pity me."

"I'm not."

I crossed my arms over my chest, slightly blushing from his comment."What are you trying to say?"

"Why do you care so much about what they think?"

I knew he was trying to change the subject."It's not really about them. It's about the man I'll be marrying. Who wants a woman who has never had any experience? I've never even kissed a-"

Ivar grabbed the back of my head, harshly pulling me in to kiss him. Shocked, I stayed still against him, unsure of what to do. But as soon as he started moving his lips, my instincts kicked in. I started to get more into it, liking how it felt, especially when his other arm wrapped around my lower back, our bodies pressed together.

Ivar pushed me away gently."There, now you've kissed a man."

I knew that my next words were bold, but I was going to say it anyway."You know that I've not done anything else as well right?"

"(Y/N), you can't possibly want to bed a cripple-"

"Don't use your legs as an excuse! Do you want to fuck me or not?"

His mouth gaped open."I-Right here?"

"Yes. Ivar I trust you-"

"But what if I can't...."

Insecurity swept over me."Do you...do you want to?"

I saw that he was thinking about it, before a darker look washed over his face."Get on your knees."

"What?" his sentence made me breathless, but I liked how he said it.

"Just do as I say, I'm going to show you how to properly please a man."