Ivar the Boneless x Reader Ivar is having dreams of you, of the goddess he sees on walking his nights. But you did not want to listen to him. And now, you gave him a son. He turned his head, a nose stroking against your cheek as he looked into your bright eyes from aside. A bad habit.
Imagine Ivar Sneezing writingstudent: I wish I have your creative minds, honestly.