obscure-imagines:“who wants to take me on?!” Ivar yelled at the crowd after his ax sunk into the bul
obscure-imagines:“who wants to take me on?!” Ivar yelled at the crowd after his ax sunk into the bullseye.“i will.” you answered, exiting the crowd. Ivar’s grin widened as you held out a hand, he gave you the ax. you threw it and it landed right next to Ivar’s in the bullseye. Ivar turned to look at you, truly look at you, up and down then up again. “you’re a special one aren’t you.”the battle continued with you both evenly matched, “last round. you win and I’ll marry you.” Ivar stated.you laughed and threw the ax, so did he.***the two of you looked at the wedding feast in front of you, Ivar stroking your hand. “must have killed you to purposefully lose.” you said, turning to look at your new husband.“hmm?” he hummed, bringing your fingers to his lips to kiss.“losing purposefully, the last throw with the ax. you aimed higher, i know because i watched you arm, you angled it.” you stated.“what can i say? i met my match. i knew i wanted to marry you the first time your ax landed next to mine, i knew we were destined to be together.”*********gif credit @rafikecoyote -- source link
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