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๐๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ || the back story of ivar and y/n before they met eachother.
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ || car accident, driving under the influence, trauma, ptsd, domestic abuse, violence, swearing
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด || modern ivar x female reader
๐ฎ๐๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ || this fanfic will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and itโs okay to ask for help. Also, if you want to be tagged, feel free to let me know.
๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐๐ฎ๐
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The reputation of the Ragnarsson family was widely recognized; Ragnar and his second wife Aslaug ran the largest law firm in Kattegat. Their sons Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar held considerable influence at school. They were the envy of guys and the desire of girls, despite being known as players. Interestingly, Ivar was the only one who didn't show off about it.
Ivar cherished his solitude, but don't be fooled by that; just because he valued his privacy didn't mean he wasn't as mischievous as his brothers when it came to the ladies. To be honest, the attention made him feel like royalty.
However, everything changed one fateful night. At the age of 16, he made a life-altering decision to get into a car with his best friend, who was clearly too intoxicated to drive. Despite Ivar being equally under the influence, in his drunken state, he thought it was a brilliant idea.
It wasn't until he woke up in the hospital, surrounded by his family sleeping in chairs around his bed, that he realized the gravity of the situation. When he asked his mother about the events, tears threatened to fall as he learned they had collided with another vehicle while under the influence, and he was the sole survivor. To make matters worse, the doctor later mentioned that the injuries sustained could lead to permanent paraplegia, a devastating blow that required a waiting period for confirmation.
Aslaug, driven by a mother's love, observed the profound impact on her child when the doctor disclosed his condition. She sprang into action, ensuring he received top medical care, appropriate medications, and the best treatment money could provide. The accident altered him significantly, a transformation that was clear to his entire family.
They put in the work, but Ivar wasn't satisfied with just "enough."
Although he should have felt content about regaining the ability to walk, it came at a price. He now relied on leg braces, crutches, and occasionally his wheelchair if he walked for extended periods. The wheelchair symbolized weakness to him, serving as a constant reminder of that fateful night.
The memories of that traumatic night lingered, fueling the PTSD that tormented his mind. The vivid nightmares haunted him to the point where even after waking up in distress, he struggled to differentiate between reality and the horrors of his dreams.
It didn't just end there, no. Why would it? He transitioned from the popular, bad boy, player that everyone desired or aspired to be, to the furious, aggressive individual that everyone avoided. Even Ivar noticed the transformation, witnessing the sympathetic gazes from classmates, the murmurs behind his back, and the shift of attention from girls who once sought him to now shunning the "poor cripple" brother. So, he disregarded their fear of his newfound anger; in his view, being feared surpassed being pitied.
At that moment, he decided to live the rest of his life in seclusion, filled with anger, aggression, and a vow to never reveal his emotions to anyone except family.
After all, you can't get hurt if you don't let anyone in.
When college rolled in, Hvitserk crossed paths with Y/n. To be frank, he wasn't exactly on the lookout for a friend when he spotted her. In fact, his initial words to her were, "Has anyone ever mentioned that you resemble a goddess?" he quipped.
Her response was a gentle giggle that he found endearing, but what truly surprised him was her comeback.
โNice one, I mean really excellent line. How many other girls have fallen for that?" she retorted with a smirk of her own.
From that moment forward, he truly got to know her, Y/n became his best friend. She was his go-to for girl advice, the one he turned to for family rants, the one who never judged or steered him wrong. Y/n had even met his mother and older brother Ubbe. Meeting Ubbe was a piece of cake as he was quite friendly, but his mother was a whole different experience.
Hvitserk was pleasantly surprised by his mother's newfound affection for the girl, convinced that she could make her a daughter-in-law somehow. Despite Hvitserk's attempts to reason with his mother that it was unlikely, Aslaug remained convinced saying โit was written in the stars.โ His mother did always seem to have a supernatural ability to perfectly predict the future, so who knows maybe it would happen twenty years down the line.
Y/n had been one of the few dependable people in Hvitserk's life until she met her boyfriend Lucas. Initially understanding of her shifting priorities in a new relationship, Hvitserk grew concerned as Y/n gradually distanced herself completely. She stopped joining him for movie nights, avoided him in public, and ceased responding to his calls and texts.
He knew her better than anyone else, and this behavior wasn't like her at all. She used to be a social butterfly, always texting, calling, and visiting him. Her sudden change scared the hel out of him. He confided in his mother, who advised him to give her some space.
His mother suggested that maybe she was going through something and needed time to deal with it on her own. Despite his instincts telling him otherwise, he decided to trust his mother's advice. In the end, he would realize that he should have listened to his gut; it was a decision he would regret not making sooner.
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you sat in the main hall as everyone finished celebrating. ivar had just announced the next raids and everyone was more than excited. you, however, werenโt looking forward to being without your husband as you both had just married. you wished to spend time with him but you knew what kind of person he was when you both wed.
at last, the only people left in the hall were you, ivar in his throne and a drunken hvitserk. noticing them seemingly in a deep conversation you turned to the bedroom when you were called.
โbrother,โ ivar began, hand pulling you into his lap. โsomething has been troubling me. my beautiful wife has noticed you staring at her.โ his mouth quirked upwards with that familiar sense of mischief.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, when had you told ivar this? โstaring? when?โ he finished with a mouth full of ale.
โnever mind that. you know what this tells me, it tells me you think you are better than me brother.โ ivarโs hand began to rub your thigh. โam i correct?โ
โno- i could never..โ
โstaring at her beautiful face, โ his fingers brushed your cheek. โstaring at her body,โ his hand squeezed your thigh as you stared at him timidly. โstaring at her chest.โ suddenly his hand ripped open your top, your boobs spilling out.
โivar!โ you exclaimed, arms going to cover your self.
โi understand now!โ he clapped, โyou wish to fuck her.โ
โno.โ hvitserk seemed to have sobered up at his brotherโs actions.
โyes,โ ivar chuckled, โyes you do, brother. well go head.โ
โwhat?โ both you and hvitserk asked in sync.
โno, i canโt. sheโs yo-yourโฆโ hvitserk mumbled inaudibly. your eyes traveled to his and he quickly looked away, refusing to make eye contact. had he really been staring at you this entire time, wishing for your affections?
โmy what, hvitserk?โ ivarโs tone had darkened as if he had grown tired of the little game between him and his older brother.
โyour wife.โ he finally coughed up.
โcorrect. now watch me fuck my beautiful wife.โ his hand roughly grasped your cheeks, planting a hard kiss to your lips. his other hand began working on your skirts, ripping them open till you were only down to your garments.
โivarโฆโ you whispered.
โssh, my love.โ too soaked for your dignity you began opening his pants revealing his hard length. โgo โhead, darling.โ you sat down on his length, allowing him to stretch you out slowly.
โfuck.โ he grumbled, hands going your guide your hips. โfaster.โ he commanded, a slap landing on your ass.
you sped up, hips grinding into his length with velocity. you could care less where you were right now or who was watching. this was the most ivar had touched you in awhile.
moaning, you began to lean back. as your head curved back, your eyes met hvitserkโs. ivar chuckled as his hands went into his pants revealing his member.
โi guess he did want to fuck you after all.โ