Summary: requested by anonymous: 'Could you do a imagine of Vikings? Where the reader has one daughter with Ivar but divorces him and marries Bjorn? I love your writing!'

Characters: Bjorn Ironside x Reader, Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Divorce, cheating, swearing

"Siv, Siv where are you?" I called out for my six year old daughter after I found that she was not with the thralls.

"She is right here, wife!" I heard Ivar call, seeing him sitting upon his throne with our daughter in his lap.

"She wasn't supposed to leave the thralls, I instructed them so."

"Siv is with her father, what harm could come to her?"

I held my tongue, thinking of a million things that could happen within Ivar's presence. Poor Siv didn't know any better, she didn't know the horrible things her father had done to gain the title of king, the excruciating pain people went through when Ivar set his wrath upon them. I thought Ivar was mysterious, dark, sexy, and alluring. We had a wild, whirlwind romance, a power couple if you will. But once we were married, the love soon disappeared, all that Ivar ever thought about was gaining power, whether it be over kingdoms or me; I didn't enjoy our relationship anymore, he was too dominant.

"You could have got one of the thralls to inform me." I said, walking towards them.

"Stop your whining, it infuriates me."

Siv reached out to me, her tiny hands making grabbing gestures as she called for me. I stepped up to the throne, my instincts going to take her from the man I now feared. But Ivar clung onto her, ignoring her wriggling as she tried to escape his grip.

"Ivar, give her to me." I demanded.

"Siv, don't you want to stay with your father?" Ivar asked her, struggling to keep her on his lap.

"No! I want mother!" She protested, managing to escape from him by sliding off his lap and jumping into my arms.

I looked up to see Ivar's angry face, his nostrils flaring as his breathing got sharper."You can't force your daughter like that, she's only a child."

"Siv is my daughter, I am her father and she will do as I say!"

"Siv is not a soldier for you to order around. I shouldn't have to tell you this anyway."

"Leave me, I've had enough of both of you."

As he waved his hand dismissively, I immediately turned on my heel, carrying Siv on my hip as she nestled her head into my neck. I hated how his mood changed so swiftly, that's what made me so nervous about leaving our daughter with him. He never cared about how she was feeling, if he wanted affection from her he would demand it, not understanding the way a child's brain worked; if she was being a nuisance, he would simply shout at her, thinking that she would do as he said straight away, not realising that all she would do is cry. Siv did love her father, even if she didn't know it, but I could see how scared she was, unsure how to act around him. As soon as she was born, all Ivar would rave on about was how he would train her to be the fiercest shield maiden in the world, and how she would be the most feared queen in all the land, nothing about loving her or raising her.

"Mother, can we see Bjorn today?" Siv asked, somehow already over the drama.

"Yes, I think that's a lovely idea." I smiled at her, kissing her on the cheek before setting her on the ground, quickly grabbing her hand before she ran away.

Although Bjorn was years older than I, we were very close, having trained and fought alongside each other over the years. He hadn't trusted Ivar around me, always warning me of how crazy his youngest half-brother was. That was one of our first conversations actually; when Ivar and I started to be more public with our relationship, I would hear more and more comments about my beloved, as if I didn't know his character already. But Bjorn was firm, becoming nonchalant about it as I fell more and more in love with Ivar. Now I regret not heeding his warnings.

Siv knew the route to his house very well, having been there with me many times. I only ever felt safe around Bjorn now, trusting him with our lives over my own husband and father to my child. He was a safe haven in Kattegat.

"Bjorn! BJORN!" My child screamed as she entered his house uninvited.

I laughed as Bjorn turned around, hands on his hips as he raised an eyebrow at her."And who dares enter my house shouting and screaming?"

"Me! Princess Siv!" She exclaimed, giggling as he swept her off the floor and high in the air. I laughed at her, hearing another chuckle to my left, as I turned my head I saw that it was Halfdan.

"You have quite a feisty one on your hands." He commented, watching how Bjorn interacted with Siv.

"Yes, and I'm afraid she gets that from both me and her father." I sighed, standing beside him.

"That's a good thing isn't it? She'll be able to handle herself and others when she comes of age."

"I appreciate the idea, but we both know that Ivar is a lunatic. He doesn't know how to treat his child, as a child." I stressed, thinking back to the times I caught Siv crying because of her father."She shouldn't be scared of him."

"She doesn't seem to be scared of Bjorn."

We watched on as Bjorn bickered with Siv, arguing that he too was a prince as she kept bossing him around. As soon as she was born, I could see that their bond was far greater than what she had with Ivar. Ivar, who had been desperate for children, was now pushing her away, whether he knew it or not. I could see how much it angered him, though I was always to blame; either I was too motherly over her, doting on her every need so that she loved me more, or that I constantly kept her hidden away. Well of course I would! Ivar was not fit to be a father, I wasn't sure if he ever would be, despite his want for children.

I remembered the times we would talk about children, how my heart swelled with love as I saw the tough, stone faced viking confess his want for a child. Looking back on those memories, I realised that the only reason he wanted one was to continue his legacy, to ensure that his stories would be repeated throughout generations, not because he loved me and wanted a family. All he thought about was himself, the selfish bastard.

"Halfdan, Bjorn said that you would show me the treasures you brought back from the med...medi...med-"

"Mediterranean?" Halfdan's eyes widened as he realised that he had been dumped with babysitting duties."Uh-"

"Go on, I am sure you have much to brag about." Bjorn smugly smiled, winking at me.

Halfdan glared at his friend before letting Siv drag him out of the room. I giggled, wishing that I was watching them instead. Bjorn gestured for me to sit down, perching on the table beside me.

"So, what brings you two here today?"

"Take a guess."

"My youngest brother has scared Siv off again?"

I slowly nodded."It's all he ever does now. And I'm afraid he might be getting to me."

Bjorn tensed up, sliding down to the bench I was at on, leaning in close to me."Has he laid his hands on you?"

"No, and even if he did, I would fight back. But what about Siv? I...I don't trust him around her, but I should because he's her father and-"

Bjorn grabbed my face, making me look at him as he put his forehead against mine."Stop overthinking these things! The answer is simple, you need to get away from him."

"How? He's ruthless, he would never let us leave."

"We'll find a way. He can't keep a hold of you forever."

We both leaned in to kiss each other, a rush of emotions overtaking us both. This wasn't new or shocking to us, we had discovered our feelings for one another many moons ago, finally knowing what we wanted. I never denied that I loved Ivar, at one point he had been all I ever wanted; now I felt like a useless thrall, I had just been used for my womb. My child wouldn't have her fate set out for her, it was up to Siv to live her life.

I had to force myself to leave Bjorn's house, dreading going back to Ivar. I could tell that Siv was beginning to feel frightened because she suddenly turned quiet on the way home. I knew that there was a little love for her father, though a majority of the time she wasn't able to express that.

"Mother, can wee see Bjorn tomorrow?" Siv asked quietly before we opened the door.

"Let's see what tomorrow brings, OK?"

She nodded, and I could see that she was falling asleep slowly, her body flopping in my arms. Gently kissing her on the head, I opened the door, frowning as I saw Ivar sat at the table. Without saying a word, I walked past him, only stopping when he grabbed my skirts.

"Where have you two been? The sun is setting, I was waiting for you to join me for dinner."

I tried to remain peaceful, not wanting to argue again."We were with Bjorn, we also ate there."

"I wanted to see my wife and daughter."

"You could have sent your men to find us. It wouldn't be the first time."

He just glared at me, wrinkling his nose in anger."Give her to me."

"No, she's falling asleep. I'm putting her to bed."

"I don't see her anymore-"

"And whose fault is that?"

Ivar snapped his fingers at a thrall who was cleaning up after his meal. She knew to take Siv, keeping her head down as she scurried away. I internally groaned, debating on following after them. Bjorn said he would get me out of there, but how? If I didn't have Siv, it would probably be a lot easier to escape, Ivar was not going to let his child go.

"All you do is spend your time with Bjorn. People are beginning to grow suspicious." Ivar said through gritted teeth, his hand clenching around a knife.

I slumped into the chair diagonal from him, an unamused look on my face."I thought you didn't care what people think?"

"When I am constantly hearing about my wife 'visiting' my half-brother, it can begin to get on my nerves."

"Maybe you shouldn't stress so much about it, put your focus somewhere else."

"And where would that be?"

"Finding yourself another wife."

His face dropped, not expecting my comment. I too was surprised but held my ground. Eyeing the knife, I kept my wits about me, having seen Ivar's horrific outbursts too close.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He slowly asked, never breaking eye contact with me.

"It means I'm leaving. I don't want to be with you anymore Ivar, you've turned evil, and I don't want my daughter around you!"

He slammed the knife into the table, making me jump as he grunted."She is my daughter too! How many times must I say this?!"

"You'll have to keep repeating it for all of your life, because by the way you treat her makes it seem like she's one of your servants."

"So you've been whoring yourself to Bjorn? That is your solution to our failing marriage?"

"There, you said it yourself. We are in a failing marriage with a child who is terrified of her father. Let's not force ourselves to continue like this."

"I need you, (Y/N), you must remain here with me."

"I'm a free woman Ivar, even if I'm married to you. And the only reason you need me is to give you more children. And I won't do that, not after seeing how you treat Siv."

"I have never harmed her!"

I slammed my hands on the table."But you've come close to it!"

"I would never-"

"IVAR JUST STOP!" I screamed, hoping that we hadn't woken Siv."I don't want to be stuck in this cycle anymore. I...I've fallen out of love with you, and although it was real in the beginning, it just feels like a chore. And seeing how you treat Siv makes me sick to the stomach. I cannot stand by and watch this any longer, it would make me a terrible mother."

He started laughing, the sickly laugh he always did whenever he thought he had power over someone. His posture became more relaxed, slumping back in his seat as he raised his cup towards me. I knew this game all too well, preparing myself for whatever he was going to throw my way.

"You have fallen out of love with me? Hm, how poetic." He took a swig of his drink, looking as if he was deep in thought."You know, you would be nothing without me. You wouldn't be royalty to the people of Kattegat, you wouldn't be bathed in riches, adored by many servants, or even have a daughter."

"You think you're the only one that could give me a child?"

"A worthy child."

"I think that's the first time you've ever complimented your daughter."

"You think that you are the only woman who can bare me children? I could have many women throwing themselves down at my feet, begging me to fill them with my seed."

"Good, then you won't miss Siv and I, it seems you'll be very busy impregnating all the women in Kattegat."

"You are not as big and tough as you seem-"

"Neither are you Ivar."

"Do not test my patience."

"It seems that I already have. And I too have run out of patience, I can no longer stay in this house or beside you."

I stood up, starting to walk away before Ivar grabbed my arm, but my quick instinct kicked in, snatching up a knife from the table to point at his neck. It pissed me off that he didn't look scared, he hadn't even flinched.

"Do not touch me ever again. I am leaving this house, I am taking Siv with me, and I am definitely leaving you. Make things easier for the both of us and no one will get hurt."

Lazily throwing the knife on the floor, I snatched my arm back, ordering a thrall to gather my things. Just as I left the room, I was able to relish the look of Ivar's pissed off face. The thrall was frightened, disobeying not only her master, but Ivar the Boneless must have been hard for her, despite being my personal thrall. As we frantically threw our things together, I kept glancing over to Siv, scared that she would wake up in this unravelling chaos, thanking the Gods for giving me a heavy sleeping child. Once I was sure we had everything, I cradled my daughter in her furs, gently kissing her forehead before taking a brave step out of here.

Ivar was sat in the same position, his hands clenched in tight fists. We said nothing as I passed by, thinking that I was going to get away without another word from him. Unfortunately I was wrong, my shoulders slumping as he opened his mouth.

"You are making a mistake (Y/N)." He started."Do not mistake Bjorn as a powerful man, you will come back to me soon."

I sighed in frustration."Ivar, you are the fool for thinking that Bjorn is not powerful. Do not turn this into another competition. I am leaving now, with my daughter, and I want to have a divorce arranged before the end of the week."

With that said, I opened the door, ushering my thrall out before he could say anything else. I wanted, no needed the last word. Ivar and I were just as stubborn as each other, meaning that fights could last for days. But this had been going on long enough. I tried to convince myself that this was all over, that I wouldn't have to deal with Ivar ever again; however, those who knew Ivar also knew that he was always the one to start and end a fight, and this one would be going on for a lot longer.

A dishevelled Bjorn opened the door as I pounded on it, not caring if anyone else heard me. Barging my way past him, I handed Siv to the thrall, telling her where to take her. As she disappeared, I let out another long sigh, tightly winding my arms around Bjorn's waist. He hadn't said anything yet, but the confusion on his face said a thousand words.

"(Y/N), what is wrong? Why are you here so late?" He asked.

"Nothing for now. I left Ivar. It was actually easier than expected, for now."

"Wait, what? You left him?"

"Yes. Something in me snapped, I just couldn't stay trapped there any longer."

"(Y/N)," Bjorn sat down, pulling me onto his lap,"are you sure about all of this? Ivar is crazy."

"As long as he doesn't hurt Siv, I do not care what he does to me."

"But I do."

"Then we shall protect each other against him."

"You say that like it is an easy thing."

"You have always told me to get out of there, to escape from Ivar's clutches. Now I have done it, I have never felt so free! And I'm here with you, feeling that everything is sliding into place, the correct place."

"And Siv? Does she know?"

"No, not yet. I will explain it to her. But she loves you too, more than her own father."

He leaned up to kiss me, his hand staying on the back of my head."You realise what a big problem this is? What people will say?"

"Do I look like I give a shit?"

He chuckled, kissing me quickly once more."I will protect you from him, both of you. If he even tried to get close to either of you, I will cut off his hands, make him even more of a cripple."

"Bjorn, why didn't I meet you first?"

"Because you had to have Siv first, you would not have that daughter if it weren't for Ivar."

"The only thing I'm thankful for."

"Exactly. I will take us far away, ensure our safety and a good future for Siv. But for now we stay here, stand our ground against Ivar."

"Our own little war."

"The we better start making plans."