A/N: Soooo... moving sucked. We had a bunch of issues with the people who bought our old house and then the people we bought our new house from decided to leave it a complete pig sty. Between constant cleaning, keeping up with two kiddos, unpacking and then severely spraining my ankle, I haven't really had the will to write. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't the best. I pushed through my writers block and lack of interest in hopes of sparking some creativity.

** Please read with caution, this chapter is for mature readers only.**

Ubbe and Sigurd had gathered a few of their things and left the home, closing the door behind them. As soon as the echo of the closing door dissipated the overwhelming feeling of nervousness took over me. The only sound in the house was the crackling of the fire in the hearth and the rapid beating of my heart sounding in my ears.

I awkwardly stood in the middle of the room hoping that if I stood still he wouldn't notice me. I hadn't made eye contact with him since entering the building but I could feel his heavy gaze on me. A cold shiver raked over my body and I stepped awkwardly towards the flames to warm myself.

"How did it feel?"

I followed the sound of his voice and found him sitting on the edge of the bed. His black linen shirt was open in the front showing off his muscular chest. I scolded myself for staring too long.

"How did what feel?" I tried to hide my trembling voice by whispering but to no avail.

His lips turned into a scowl and I saw the sleeping beast inside him wake and take over. "Finally killing my mother." He spat through gritted teeth.

My worst nightmare was confirmed. He didn't believe the truth and now my only protection was gone. "Ivar, please believe me, I didn't kill your mother. I had no part in it, I was-"

"Come here." He commanded, his voice like a growl. I took in a sharp breath through my nostrils before I slowly came to stand in front of him. He looked up at me with a look of malice that I'd never seen before.

"I told you to protect her. You told me you would before I left. Imagine my surprise when I came back to find that not only my mother was dead but that she was shot through by a bow. Your bow." My knees buckled as he spoke. I fell to the floor on my knees in front of him, my body trembling from fear. I had one chance to convince him that I was telling the truth and a part of me didn't think even that would save my life.

"Ivar, I had no part in this. Margrethe tricked your brothers into going to Hedeby where Lagertha, Torvi and Astrid trapped them in a cell. Lagertha attacked Kattegat when I was speaking with your mother. Aslaug told me she was going to give up the throne and go back to Sweden, she was distraught thinking that you died and didn't want to stay here anymore. When the attack began, I grabbed my bow from under your bed and went out to find Lagertha to tell her to let your mother go peacefully and then-"

Ivar's hand reached out and grabbed my jaw, stopping me from speaking. I whimpered from his harsh hold on my face. He pulled me closer to his face, his eyes burning into my own as I felt his breath fan across my face.

"And when my mother went to leave, you shot her. You finally got the revenge you and Sigurd spoke about." He hissed as his fingers dug deeper into my face.

I looked at him with tear filled, pleading eyes as I tried to viciously shake my head no but with his strong hold my jaw my head barely moved. Ivar slowly looked over every inch of my face as if trying to see through into my mind. My heart was thudding inside my chest, my pulse echoing so loud in my ears I thought he would be able to hear. His grip grew tighter still before he closed the small space between us, his lips crashing into mine.

A quivering moan of relief left my lips as his hand moved from my jaw to the back of my head, his fingers tangling through my hair to hold me against him as our kiss deepened. His tongue pushed its way past my lips and the taste of Ivar and mead filled my mouth.

Ivar pulled me from him by my hair as he took in a deep breath. I winced from the pain of his hand in my hair. My head was reeling from Ivar's abrupt, passionate kiss. "I-I-Ivar, please believe me. D-don't kill me..." I whispered, tears still pouring freely.

He pulled me closer still until my chest was pressed firmly against his. His tongue dipped out from his lips before he licked up the trail of tears on my cheek then rested his forehead against mine. I stayed trembling in place, held against him for what seemed like forever, Ivar's grip tightening still in my hair. His hands shot to my hips where he grabbed them firmly and used his impressive upper body strength to lift me up and onto the bed.

The force caused me to fall onto my back and Ivar waisted no time. Like a flash he was on top of me, his one hand went to my throat where his vice like grip put enough pressure to make it uncomfortable for me to breath while his other started to pull up the hem of my dress.

"Ivar, you're scaring me," I choked out "please, don't do this!"

Through teary eyes I watched his facial expression calm into his normal stoic one before he spoke. "Shhh," I took in hungry gulps of air as his hand let go of my throat before he placed a gentle finger on my lips. "I spoke with Hildur, my mother's thrall who now serves Lagertha. She was the one to warn my mother of Lagertha's invasion. Hildur said that my mother found you in my bed that morning." Ivar leaned down and placed a long, gentle kiss on my lips. "I believe you, Briet."

His mouth crashed back into mine. He breathed out heavily, his hot breath fanning across my face as his tongue pushed it's way in my mouth. I laid there, confused and petrified of him. He went from wanting to physically hurt me to this in less than a moment. His rapid flip of emotions had me stunned and not knowing if this was another trick or if he were serious.

My body still was shaking under him and in fear of angering him again I reluctantly kissed him back. My tongue met his timidly. I reached out with trembling hands, placing them gently on his shoulders. Ivar pulled away from my lips and began leaving a trail of wet kisses down my chin and onto my neck where he started sucking on the soft spot of my neck.

A whimper escaped me as he bared his teeth against my flesh. He bit down, pinching my skin between his teeth and then immediately licked at the wound. Tears were still trailing down my cheeks as he finally pulled away, looking down at me.

His eyes looked dark in the dim light of the candles, instead of his icy blue ones looking at me they were soulless, black orbs. Ivar's index and middle finger brushed against my swollen bottom lip before he forced them into my mouth. Without thinking I started to swirl my tongue around his salty digits while he slowly pulled them from my mouth until my tongue licked the tips before he pushed them slowly back in.

Ivar's growl was guttural as he pushing his fingers further to the back of my throat. I panicked and gagged, shutting my eyes tightly as he held himself there for what felt like an eternity while I started to thrash under him. His eyes rolled back as his lids fluttered shut. Slowly, he took his soaking fingers from my mouth as I gasped for air.

Before I could gather myself, Ivar's soaking fingers ran between the folds of my sex causing me to squirm under his touch. Before I could control myself I moaned loudly as he massaged my clit, swirling the pad of his finger against my most sensitive part. Without warning, he pushed his digits into me and immediately started to pump them in and out.

My body reacted as if it had a mind of it's own, my legs spread wide for him to have full access. I hated that he could do this to me and I hated even more that I was letting him. Not even a moment ago he had his hand around my neck ready to kill me for the murder of his mother and now he was finger fucking me.

"Take off your clothes." Ivar commanded, ripping his fingers from my pussy leaving me feeling empty.

My hands fumbled with the fabric of my clothes as I tried to undress. Ivar growled and pushed my hands from myself, gripping the collar of my dress in both hands before he tore the fabric exposing my bare chest. I yelped as the tearing sound of fabric echoed against the walls of the home. My hands instinctively shot back up to my chest to cover myself but Ivar would not have it. He took my wrists, one at a time and moved my arms so they were up above my head.

Ivar moved off of me, holding himself up with his forearm so he could get to his pants where he tugged at the strings holding the fabric together. As soon as he untied the strings he pushed down his pants exposing his manhood.

"Ivar, no! Please stop," I said meekly as I looked up at him with pleading eyes. My mind felt dizzy from Ivar's quick mood swings and I was still unclear of how he actually felt, if he even believed me, there was no way I could do this. Not now.

Ivar ignored my begging as he gripped his swollen cock and began to rub the tip of it against my wet center, spreading my wetness. I tried to close my legs, anything to break Ivar out of his own mind so he knew I was serious. Ivar looked up at me, annoyed that I was making it difficult for him.

"No Ivar, I don't want this." I spoke with a somewhat stern voice.

Ivar let go of himself and gripped my knee, forcefully moving it so that my legs were spread wide. "Yes you do," Ivar growled low as he pushed himself inside me.

My eyes shut tight as I felt myself tear around his length. Though my mind told me no, my body betray me as I felt myself grow wetter still now that he was fully inside me and starting to withdraw. I whimpered more so from his slow, antagonizing speed than from him not listening to me.

With his cock almost fully withdrawn, my eyes fluttered open and were instantly met with his. The corner of his lips ticked up into a smirk before he plunged himself back inside me. I couldn't hold back as I screamed Ivar's name. Hearing me scream his name caused Ivar to pick up his pace.

My legs wrapped around his waist while my hands traveled to the back of his neck. Ivar moaned, rolling his head as I ran my fingers through his hair. "Gods, I missed you Briet." He spoke breathlessly before his lips met mine passionately.

He was relentless as he fucked me, his pace fast and rough. The familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach was building and my moans were only growing louder. Sensing my orgasm was close Ivar slowed slightly just so he could place his fingers over clit where he started to massage it.

"Ivar!" I yelled out when I felt his fingers on me.

Ivar smirked, clearly proud of himself. Applying more pressure to my clit only made me grow closer still. My hips rocked in sync with his and the extra stimulation was the end of me. My back arched up and my hands balled into fists, gripping ahold of his hair as I came undone around him.

As the walls of my pussy clenched around him I heard a hitch in his breath as his motions became erratic before he stilled. I watched through hooded eyes as his head fell back, sucking in air through bared teeth. I could feel his hot seed fill me as he groaned my name. When he finally stopped he looked down at me, panting. His hand gripped my jaw tightly making me keep unwavering eye contact with him. Ivar leaned down slowly and placed a gentle yet possessive kiss on my lips as he slowly pulled himself from me and fell to my side.

The sound of Ivar's panting filled the air as I laid there coming down off of my own high. I felt his arm snake across my naked torso before he pulled me in close to him where he placed his chin on top of my head.

Laying there, my eyes stayed fixed on the wood beams holding up the roof of this longhouse. What just happened? What did I let him do to me? I felt numb and distant, like my soul had left my body.

"I've missed you, little one." Ivar hummed as he brought his head back down to eye level with me.

My gaze stayed fixated on beams. Maybe if I stayed still enough I'd disappear. Ivar's gentle fingers brushed against my jaw before he moved my head so I was looking at him. He looked over the dried tear stains on my cheeks and started to rub them away with the pad of his thumb.

"Why did my mother find you in my room, hm?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper.

I blinked, relieving my dry eyes. I felt embarrassed to tell him the truth, that I moped around Kattegat like a love sick puppy from the moment he left the docks. But it was the truth and Ivar had a gift at getting the truth out of people whether they liked it or not.

"I-I missed you," I stammered, finally looking him in the eyes. "I wanted to smell your scent again. Be close to you, even if it was just something that belonged to you." Gods, I sounded pathetic.

Ivar's eyes blinked lazily as a slow grin spread across his lips. "I thought about you every day that I was gone. There were times, sitting in that cell in Ecbert's hall that I thought I'd never see you again and that almost killed me."

Listening to him, I could hear the sincerity in his words. My heart fluttered inside my chest and for a moment I forgot about what just happened between us. "Briet, I love you."

Without thinking or hesitation I turned, wrapping my arms around him and kissed him. And just like that, I was under his spell again.