Alex/Ivar

I looked up from my cup of tea and looked over at Alex through my long lashes.
He was sitting in a comfy chair opposite from me, memorizing his script.
My eyes scanned over him, he was perfect, his long brown hair was in a messy ponytail, his big blue eyes were behind reading glasses, carefully moving over the words on the paper, his index finger tapped his bottom lip slowly, showing his concentration.
I became distracted as i watched his finger touch his lip over and over again.

Every once in a while he would clear his throat and act out a part, to make sure he read it properly and got the feel of the situation.
I smirked and bit my lip, i loved watching him turn from his usual cheerful self to a dark, highly complicated man.

Ever since i started dating Alex, i’ve always fantasized about him pretending to be Ivar during sex, i never really knew how to bring it up, because i was scared how he would react to it.

“Hey, babe?” Alex asked, breaking me from my line of thought.

“Yeah?” i asked, blinking my eyes a few times and looking back down at my laptop, attempting to look unsuspecting.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to the set with me tomorrow,” he said and i smiled widely.

“Really?! I would love to!” i squealed, jumping into his arms. “Are you sure it’s allowed?” i asked.

“I already spoke to the directer about it and told him you were a big fan. It’s all ready to go,” he said, smiling at my eagerness.
I giggled and planted quick kisses all over his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said sweetly, in-between kisses.


The next morning came quickly and i woke up comfortably in Alex’s arms, i kissed his forearm that was wrapped around me and he stirred a little bit, eventually waking up.

“Morning,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on my temple.
I loved his voice when he first woke up, it was raspy and low, i wished it could be like this every day, but your long distance relationship got in the way of things.
The Netherlands isn’t exactly a bike or cab ride away from Denmark, even though things weren’t always easy being so far apart for long periods of time, me and Alex were committed in making the relationship work.

“We should get going,” he added, and i turned around groaning, snuggling my head into his warm unclothed chest.

Then my eyes snapped open when i realized what was happening today.
I practically leapt out of bed, he laughed at me as i ran over to my suitcase, that i have yet to unpack.
Alex watched me search through my bag, enjoying the view of me in his oversized t-shirt and lacy underwear.

“Enjoying the view?” i asked, peeking over my shoulder when i felt his eyes glued to my ass. He simply nodded, the cheeky cunt.

Once me and Alex were dressed, we made a quick stop at the cafe across the street, grabbing a coffee and pastry.
Then, got into his car and made our way towards the location.
It was a long ride, but i enjoyed the scenery and Alex would point out certain landmarks or noteworthy places.

I was looking out the window, daydreaming as usual, when i felt Alex’s hand on my thigh, he rubbed it lovingly, while he had his other hand on the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.


“Oh my god!” i said, when i saw the multiple trailers and large cameras in the distance.

Alex pulled into a parking spot and he ran around and opened the door for me.
The both of us walked hand-in-hand towards the crowd of people setting up.

“SAMANTHA!” i heard Marco shout, and ran towards me, in full costume. “It’s been too long,” he said, pulling me into a quick hug.

“Definitely too long,” i replied.

Him and Alex said there hello’s and talked for a few moments,

“I gotta get dressed. Take care of my girl for me will you?” Alex asked Marco.

Marco nodded as Alex ran off towards in trailer for his costume and hair, leaving me and him to talk about each other’s lives and what not. Marco was honestly the best.


I stood on the sidelines and watched Alex act out different scenes, seeing him dressed up as Ivar with “blood” s**ttered across his face had me a mess, he looked so fucking hot, the way he crawled around on his hands could have had anyone fooled that he actually had a disability.

Once he was done filming his scenes, he walked over to me, covered in dirt and “blood”.

“So, what did you think?” he asked.

“That was incredibly impressive Mr. Andersen,” i answered, smiling at him and rubbing my hands across the coarse material of his costume.

“There’s more.. but we’ll have to make it quick,” he said with a devious grin and i looked at him questioningly as he grabbed my hand and led me to one of the “huts”, furthest away, that were built for the show.

He basically pushed me through the entrance and slammed the door behind him, immediately falling to the floor, using his upper body strength to crawl over to me.

“Alex?” i asked, slightly confused.

“Who the fuck is Alex?” he said angrily, using the accent he played Ivar with and my eyes widened.
I was honestly speechless and i didn’t know what to do.

“I-I..I don- I uh,” i rambled.

“Stop stuttering! Get on the bed right now!”

I did as i was told and laid on the bed, watching Alex heave himself up and over to me, i was wet instantly.
He started kissing and harshly biting my neck, making me moan immediately, his lips met mine in a hard kiss and he thrust his tongue in my mouth.
He took my shirt and bra off and kissed down my neck and between the valley of my breasts, kneading them with his warm large hands.

“Alex.. yes,” i groaned and he snatched his head away from me and he brought his hand to my throat, using a little pressure.

“Stop calling me that! I never want to hear his name again do you understand?!” he shouted, squeezing my throat a little harder and i nodded rapidly.

“Good girl,” he said, gently retrieving his hand. “Now say my name,” he commanded, as he yanked my jeans down my legs.
My mind went blank from what was happening, i was completely incoherent at the moment.

“Ivar,” i whispered, and he gave me the classic Ivar grin as he pulled my panties down and slid his index finger between my folds.

“This is not happening, this is NOT happening,” i thought to myself, we had barely gotten started and i was already a pile of mush.

My hands made their way down to his pants and i tried to undo them, but he swatted my hands away.

“Today, it is all about you, my Queen,” he told me, biting his bottom lip.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he said casually and i almost choked at how nonchalant he was being.
He laid on his back, waiting for me to make my move and the longer i took his eyes became darker.
My heart was pounding in your chest, i’ve never done anything like this before.

I took in a large breath as i moved closer to him and a smile spread across his face.

“You’re my dirty girl aren’t you?” he asked, caressing my cheek with he back of his hand.

I hesitated before i placed my other leg on the side of his head and i groaned as soon as i felt his hot breath against my core.
My whole body trembled, i was so damn nervous.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, you will never want me to stop,” he said right before he licked a line between my folds.
“Holy shit, holy fucking shit,” i thought, gripping the headboard tighter than necessary.

He grabbed a hold of my waist and brought me closer to his face, and i groaned looking down at his piercing blue eyes staring back at me.
The smug cunt was enjoying every second of this, as was i.

I began to move my hips against his face a little, when his tongue danced around my clit.

“Ivar!” i cried, as i began to move my hips faster against him, his hands were still placed on my hips, forcing me down harder onto him.
In a matter of seconds i came undone and fell beside him.
I looked over at Alex, still in full Vikings uniform, trying to regain control of my breathing.
The look he was giving me was certainly not helping.

“I believe that was the only throne suitable for the future Queen of Kattegat.”