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Targaryen takeover •Ivar The Boneless•

When the guard had burst into the dining hall yelling about an army of men and women breaching the shores of Dragonstone they hadn't been too concerned. When asked what banners flew on these ships the guard had said that he did not recognize them and that the ships had been oddly shaped. Daemon had snorted and stood, pulling dark sister from its scabbard and motioning for the guard to show him. The two had left the dining hall to find a window to look out of and Rhaenyra and her children had followed. When they did finally gaze upon the ships they were indeed odd. They weren't ships. More like giant boats. With bright colored sheilds lining the sides of each and long oars coming from small windows to manually propell them and serpents with open mouths open in a roar carved in the front and back. And the people were dressed oddly in leather and chainmail, carrying colorful Shields and axes, swords, and Warhammers. They were easily slaughtering the small army dragonstone boasted as they disappeared into the courtyards below the Keep. Daemon turned to his family with a grin on his face. "I have never seen anything like these people. But I have heard stories. Vikings they are called. They sail to any land they can and they plunder and conquor. Which means they don't know about us or our Dragons." Rhaenyra was a bit more worried. "What do we do?" Daemon just grinned wider. "We give them a fight. We show them they have severely underestimated us. Mount your Dragons. Its time for a battle." He said.

Ivar had been the first one to enter the courtyard, crawling on the ground and taking out the few soldiers that were there before sitting against an abandoned wagon. Blood covered his face and he clapped his hand against his bloodied axe in madness as more came rushing at him. "Do you know who I am?! I am Ivar the Boneless! You can't kill me!" He threw one of his axes and it lodged itself into a nearby soldier. The group moved forward but froze at the overhead roar that was heard along with the sharp sound of great flapping wings. The soldier in the front only smirked at the cripple before he began to back away, his men following. Ivar didn't know what was happening. And before he could move an inch, a hulking shadow flew overhead and another roar was heard, deafening him as he finally looked up just as a great horned white dragon landed a few feet infront of him. He didn't get to register what was happening before the beast opened its maw and roared into his face, hot breath fanning his entire body.

Saelerys was more than happy to oblige when Daemon had told her to land her dragon in the courtyard because he was the smallest and could fit. Overhead she could see one lone viking leaning against an abandoned cart. She guided Centurion towards where she wanted him and the great beast gave a roar to alert their knights to get out of the way. Once they were she wasted no time in landing in front of him. Allowing Centurion to roar in the vikings face. When Centurion closed his maw and leaned his spiked head down so she could see, she was met with a bloody face in clear shock. The first thing she noticed is how handsome he was. Even covered in blood and wounds. The second was that both his legs were strapped together with a bunch of buckles. She furrowed her brows and frowned as she tried to work out why. But she didn't get very far before her attention was pulled from him and to the left of the courtyard where vikings began to pour into the open space. Centurion straightened up and let out a low rumble which seemed to catch the leaders attention. He stopped dead in his tracks and so did the others. He looked truly terrified of the scene in front of him. Which would make sense if what Daemon said was true about these people not knowing about Dragons. She stared the man down as Centurion began to back away from the one on the ground, his large feet causing the ground to rumble beneath him. He swished his spiked tail and it hit a bridge behind him, causing a divet and rubble to rain down. She held tight to his saddle and watched the way they all quickly lost confidence and realized how big of a mistake they made as her family came into view above them, caraxes dwarfing all of the other Dragons with his massive size, making them all look like babies compared to him. "Surrender or die by dragonfire. Your choice." She called down to them. It took a few seconds before they began throwing down their weapons. "Seize them all!" Daemon called down from above and the remaining knights moved in quickly, grabbing everyone they could. As one stepped forward to the man still on the ground she spoke "Not that one." The knight looked at her before giving a nod and moving off to help his fellow soldiers. The man looked at her in what she would swear was awe. "You will be coming with me." She undid the straps that held her legs in the saddle and slid down Centurions great wing. When her feet hit the ground she turned to the dragon and caressed his giant face. "Good boy." It nuzzled into her touch and huffed through its nostrils before blinking its great eyes at her and taking to the sky again when she stepped back. She turned to the man. "Welcome to dragonstone, Viking." She said sarcastically.

"I'm curious. What prompted you to decide to raid Dragonstone?" Daemon asked the man, who was now propped up in a chair in the war room, as he popped a grape into his own mouth, his dinner having been interrupted. Her mother was behind Daemon, ever the regal and stoic vision. Saelerys was on the left of the man gripping the war table and leaning forward, removing red peices and leaving the amount that now made up their army numbers. The man said nothing but continued to glare at Daemon. But Daemon just chuckled like it amused him. "You know, I like you. You're much like me. I admire the confidence and bravery. I do. But unlike me, you don't have legs that can help you escape your current prison. And I'm not a patient person. So if you'd like to keep the use of your other limbs, I would start talking." The man seemed to contemplate before he answered in a heavily accented voice. "We were told of a place. Westeros they called it. They said there was treasure beyond our wildest dreams. And that if we could conquor it, we'd be powerful. In charge. Of all of it." Daemon gave a thoughtful look. "This person was right. However they missed one tiny detail. Can you guess?" He glared at her uncle. "The flying beasts." Daemond nodded in fake enthusiasm. "Yes! Dragons! That's correct! And do you know something else?" Silence. "Only our family, the targaryens, the Velaryons, can tame these Dragons. Can ride them and command them. And can you guess who sits that Throne you seek?" More silence. "Yes. Targaryens. And there's far more Dragons where you were headed. Dragons bigger than what you just saw. Hundreds of years old. They have known war and wiped out entire civilizations. So I would say whoever gave you this information either wanted you to die on this adventure of yours or they were just stupid." The man clenched his fists. "Now, what do they call you?" Daemon asked. "I am Ivar the Boneless." He said proudly. Daemon raised a brow and smirked amused. "Clever." He mused. "So Ivar the Boneless, who gave you this information?" Saelerys knew what Daemon would do with this information. They would go to war with whoever it was.

She watched the vikings get back onto their ships and their men load onto their own ships, all flying the targaryen banner with the red 3 headed dragon. Her grandsire had been alerted to the threat and had agreed it needed to be dealt with swiftly. He had sent men of his own to meet them on dragonstone, flying the green 3 headed dragon banners. Daemon had offered the Vikings a treaty. They both now had a common enemy. Work with us to take them down and we let you go free. You may return to dragonstone if you wish in the future and you may call upon us for help just as we may do to you. In exchange you will leave westeros out of your ambitions of conquering and plundering. Ivar the Boneless had agreed almost instantly. It was too good of a deal to pass up. He wasn't stupid. And so his people and brother were freed from the dungeons and taught how to fight side by side with the Dragons and the knights. Hvitserk had been untrusting and hesitant at first but he quickly learned that Targaryens kept their word. He started to relax once he'd seen his brother be fit for new leg braces, courtesy of Rhaenyra. She had seen him crawling around and had asked if that's how he always traveled. He had told her about his previous leg braces that had been lost at sea and she had ordered a new pair be made from the finest velarion steel. Both Ivar and Hvitserk had been shocked at her generosity and friendliness. But they both had come to know that this was the way they were. The only time they were anything but was in the face of a threat it seemed.

Everyone was loaded and ready to set sail. Except Ivar and Hvitserk. The two had been given an opportunity they couldn't pass up. And that was to travel on the backs of Dragons. They had gladly put Floki in charge of the boats and had stayed on land as they set sail. They watched Daemon and the Velaryon siblings say their farewells to Rhaenyra, who wouldn't be joining as someone needed to stay in Dragonstone before they began the walk to the dragon pits.

The dragon pits were warm and dark. The grumbles of the Dragons filling the silence. The brothers watched as dragons were led out one by one on long chains, like loyal dogs. Watched as each rider mounted their respective dragon, as their chains removed and the beasts calmly walked from the pit and into the open salty air before they took flight. Before long it was their turn. Hvitserk would be riding with Lucerys. The youngest of the Velaryon children. He was skeptical at first, a child controlling that huge beast thousands of miles in the air? But he had watched the two interact and it was clear that not only did they have a bond, but his dragon, Arrax, was an extension of himself. So he climbed onto the dragon after the boy, stumbling a bit and struggling at first to pull himself up but once he did, Lucerys reached down to buckle Hvitserks legs into the saddle. He trusted Arrax. He didn't need them. They were off before they knew it. "SOVETES ARRAX!" And Arrax obeyed, climbing steadily into the sky, Hvitserk letting out a yell of surprise. And then it was Ivar and Saelerys turn. She mounted Centurion and settled herself before being handed both Ivars braces and his crutch, his weapons and sheild having been already attached to Centurion earlier. She moved to secure them tightly so they would even move as they flew. And then she made Centurion get on his belly before she leaned down and took Ivars hands in her own and pulled him up whilst the dragon masters pushed him up from his legs, carefully as to not break any bones. Once he was settled she strapped his legs into the saddle and ordered Centurion to fly. "SOVETES CENTURION!" And he did.

Ivar had never felt better in his life. The wind on his face and the slight jerking of the beasts body beneath him as it flew and swooped down so they were right over top of his viking ships. He looked down at them and caught Flokis eye as the man laughed like mad seeing Ivar flying. He'd never felt this free in his entire life.

King Harald didn't know what had hit him. They had come at night. And since Herald hadn't known he wad being marched against, he hadn't been prepared. The foot soldiers breeched the land first. And they fought majority of the soldiers that were sent out to meet them. But once the Dragons had revealed themselves, most of his men refused to fight, dropping their weapons and fleeing the dragon flame as it scorched the land as they flew overhead. King Herald himself had tried to flee. But Hvitserk had caught him before he had hit the Woodline. He was forced on his knees infront of Daemon, caraxes behind him. "You are the one that sent them to westeros?" He asked. He could see it register on Heralds face. "Hmm." Daemon hummed knowing his answer. "Tell me, did you send them knowing about us?" Herald glared into his eyes. "Yes." Ivar cursed and began to move forward but Saelerys placed a hand on his shoulder. A silent warning. Let Daemon handle it. You will have your turn. He swallowed hard but stayed still. "And what did you hope would happen?" "They would do the work to conquer westeros and I'd wipe them out and take it for myself, or they'd be roasted. Either way they would be out of my way." He spit. Daemon laughed. "And how did that work out for you eh?" Herald said nothing as Daemon backed away. "Hes all yours. He's not worth my dragons breath." He said. Hvitserk dragged him up and between two posts in the ground and began tying his arms and legs to each post.

"So that is called a blood eagle?" Saelerys asked Ivar curiously from her spot standing next to him, watching the punishment. "Yes. It is because with his lungs pulled out that way he looks as if he has eagle wings." He explained. She nodded. "I see." He turned to her. She was quite beautiful. With her silver hair and Lilac eyes, Pale Skin and full lips. But he was a cripple. No one that beautiful and powerful could ever love someone like him. He'd heard it all his life. So he put his walls back up.

After a few nights in camp they decided to make their way back to Kattegat. And the Targaryens decided to follow. "When in strange lands.." Daemon had said. Ivar had once again decided to travel on Dragon, loving the feeling of freedom. But Hvitserk had decided to go by boat, citing that it wasn't for him. And by the look of his green face when they'd landed the first time he had to agree. He could see the crowd waiting up ahead on the docks as their ships docked first with the targaryen ships docking last.

Hvitserk was met by his mother as he stepped off the ship and onto the docks of kattegat. She immediately embraced him, having been worried about him as she'd dreamt of him and Ivar fighting and dragons. She thought the dragons had been a symbolic imagery. That is until: "where is Ivar Hvitserk?" She asked worried because she didn't see him anywhere. He pointed up "up there." She wanted to question it more when everyone around her began yelling and fleeing as giant shadows dwarfed the docks. She looked up. And to her shock not only where the dragons real, but there was her crippled son on the back of one them. And he seemed to be having the time of his life.

Some of the Vikings helped Ivar dismount the dragon, as Saelerys began to unpack his braces and crutch. Once he was set on the ground, she haded the braces to him and watched him quickly attach them. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up, handing him the crutch. He towered over her when he was upright. But she didn't mind. She turned and unpacked his sheild and axe and held them as he turned to greet his mother. "Ivar! I was so worried!" She embraced him immediately. "I am fine mother. Saelerys has ensured it." His mother gave him a questioning look and he gestured to the woman behind him, muttering to the dragon. She observed the girl. She was unusual. They all were. The targaryens. With their silver hair, Lilac eyes, and pale skin. But also because of their ability to tame dragons. She had respect for them. She admired them. And she owed them. For bringing back her sons safe and sound. For not killing them when they had the chance. For helping her sons exact revenge against Herald for his betrayal. "Please. Stay and feast with us tonight. We must celebrate." She said sincerely and Daemon inclined his head in agreement.

Saelerys had been amused with how the vikings celebrated. She had watched them drink and dance and carry on. It was so very free. Not at all like the stuffy balls the royalty and nobility of westeros held. But she had left a few minutes ago to get some air. So here she was on the beach, listening to the water lap at the sands in thought. But she was joined by someone else and as she heard the sound of the crutch hitting the sand, she knew it was Ivar. "Are you not enjoying yourself?" "I am. I just needed to get away for a minute to think." He studied her. She looked glorious in the moonlight. "Why did you not go off with some girl like your brothers?" She asked and he tensed. "I'm a cripple." He said like it was obvious, with an edge in his voice. She looked at him. "So?" He furrowed his brows. "So women do not want to be seen with a cripple." She frowned. "Thats a stupid reason." He widened his eyes. "Don't tell me your people are so fickle?" She asked seeing his surprise. "You are just as good as any other warrior if not better. I do not understand..?" She said. "I cant exactly please a woman.." He said quietly. "Oh. Well that is no matter. You do not need such an appendage to please a woman. There are plenty of other ways." She supplied like it was common knowledge and he knew in that moment that he was in love with her. "I-" He closed his mouth in shock. "Im sorry I shouldn't speak so vulgar. Forgive me Ivar." "No. It's alright. You are right." She smiled and turned back to the moon. They were silent for a moment before "Would you like me to show you?" Yes. He very much would.

The next morning saw the two of them much closer than usual which raised suspicions in everyone around them. And no one said anything until Ivar began to smile. A genuine smile at something she said. "Alright! What is going on?" Hvitserk asked the two of them, dropping his spoon. And everyone turned to them. Saelerys turned red and Ivar shrugged. "We have decided to court one another." Daemon snorted and Aslaug smiled. Hvitserk looked at the two of them with an open mouth in shock. No one said a word. And then "So...who's gonna tell your mother?" It would indeed be Daemon who would tell Rhaenyra why her daughter had not returned to Dragonstone with everyone else.

Your Grace Masterlist

Your Grace Playlist (by @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog)

This is the fic I wrote for the Vikings Big Bang❤️ You can also read it on AO3. 

*Please remember to check the warnings at the beginning of each chapter! It’s sometimes very explicit and of course +18, do not read if any of the topics I put in the warnings could be triggering for you. And please tell me if I didn’t warn about anything properly so I can add it. Thank you!

Part 1: forever winter

Part 2: king of my heart

Part 3: tolerate it

Part 4: exile

Part 5: hoax

Part 6: peace

Part 7: evermore

(this fic was originally published on AO3 on February 15th 2022)

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Vikings Masterlist

Tall tale: Ivar x Reader One-Shot

Endless Love: Modern Ivar x Reader One-Shot

The Olive Branch: Modern Ivar x Reader One-Shot

Falling Together (Complete): Ivar x Reader In which Ivar and reader are wed for an alliance. Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

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Saturated: (One-shot) Ivar x Reader Ivar thinks he’s found a daughter of the goddess Ràn

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The Interview •Alex Høgh Andersen •

A/N: GhostOracle is based on the band JINJER. And this one is short.

Alex and Marco sat on the couch across from the interviewer on the other side of the small wooden table answering questions. "Ok so last question for Alex." He said with a grin. Alex smiled back. "Alright. Shoot." "A little birdy told me you have a celebrity crush. Care to elaborate?" Alex glanced over to Marco who was smirking. "I uh..yup. I do." He said and leaned into Marco who laughed. "Ok. Who is this celebrity? Do we know them?" Alex squeezed his eyes shut with a smile. "Oh God. Um maybe?" Marco laughed loudly. "Just say it! Stop stalling!" "Shut up. I know the little birds was you. Always spilling my secrets!" He said jokingly. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. "Alright. So Marco showed me this band whilst we were filming season 5. I'm not too into heavy metal music. I like rock music but the screaming usually gives me a headache and I try to avoid those at all costs. But Marco loves heavy metal music. So one day he convinced me to listen to one of his favorite bands, GhostOracle, and I do admit it's good. I was really confused at first because I was like "how is that sound coming from a woman?" All three men laugh before Alex continues. "But then I was like 'oh this is catchy.' It was stuck inside my head all day so when I went home I decided to listen to more and then I got curious so I looked them up and yeah." He cuts himself off. Marco claps his hand on his back. "No no no. Tell them what you told me. You texted me not long after." He laughed. Alex went red. "I uhhh. Texted Marco and said the frontwoman, Lilith, was beautiful." He cleared his throat. "With heart eye emoji! And he follows her on instagram and twitter. I see him smiling like an idiot at his phone anytime somethings posted." Marco cuts in. And Alex pushes his face into Marcos shoulder to hide. "Hey now. We know GhostOracle here! They are actually one of our favorites to interview. So I do agree with you Alex. Lilith is very beautiful. And kind too!" The interviewer said trying to lighten up the embarrassment Alex felt. Alex righted himself on the couch feeling a bit relieved. "That being said. We do have a surprise for you before you go! A thank you for letting us interview you!" Alex nodded thinking the situation was over with. Until "Hello boys. Nice to meet you!" He froze at the Ukrainian accented female voice he had come to know. Marco nodded at her whilst grinning and moved over so she could sit between the two of them. She took a seat and smiled. "You are Marco and you are Alex?" She asked. Marco nodded happily and Alex nodded whilst blushing. "Im Lilith! Vikings is actually my favorite show! So this is an honor for me!" The interviewer laughs. "And who's your favorite viking on the show?" She smiled. "Ivar. Hands down. I like the chaos. Who doesnt?" Alex turned red again. "You've heard Alex has a crush on you. What's do you think?" She laughed softly and Alex rubbed his face trying to hide. "I think he's not so bad himself." She raised a brow and shrugged with a soft smile. Marco laughed loudly. "Im like cupid man." She laughed with him whilst Alex just grinned embarrassed. "Well I think this all went very well. It's time to end the interview unfortunately but I think we ended on a great note. As for the two of you, I now ship you. So I hope everything works out!" The three laugh.

And it did infact work out. They stayed friends for a while before actually dating and eventually marrying. All because of Marco and an interview.