He doesn't want to sound clueless, but he's never had sex in a wheelchair before. At least he's got enough (awkward) experience to know what works and what doesn't by now. "We'll have to do this sitting. I'm not able to stand." He's a bit put out in his own mind that she'll be on top, but that's a cultural thing, and well, they're not among the Norse now. So there's no one who will mock him for this, and if they do, he'll shove a knife down their throat.
He lightly runs his fingers over some of her scars, feeling the different textures of her skin. There's rough ones from what seem like stab wounds and smoother ones that feel like they were from burns. He wonders where each of them had come from. Maybe she can tell him afterwards.
Then he helps her take his own jacket and shirt off, leaving his well-toned upper body on display. For someone who's been in as many battles as Ivar has, there's surprisingly few scars on him. It helps he's usually at a distance. Besides, after all the broken bones he's had over the course of his life, he's fine with having tattoos instead to commemorate his victories. There's several on his chest and one on his back, all archaic in their simplicity as they show designs like Sköll and Hati chasing the sun and the moon forever in their quest to catch them.
He lets her take a look for a moment before leaning up and kissing her again, one hand splayed out over her side and the other wrapping around her back to pull her in close. He was feeling something with her he hadn't felt with any other partner: confidence. She knew he was a cripple and didn't seem to care. So he didn't feel the need to be as self-conscious as he usually does.
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Date: 2019-09-23 08:45 am (UTC)He lightly runs his fingers over some of her scars, feeling the different textures of her skin. There's rough ones from what seem like stab wounds and smoother ones that feel like they were from burns. He wonders where each of them had come from. Maybe she can tell him afterwards.
Then he helps her take his own jacket and shirt off, leaving his well-toned upper body on display. For someone who's been in as many battles as Ivar has, there's surprisingly few scars on him. It helps he's usually at a distance. Besides, after all the broken bones he's had over the course of his life, he's fine with having tattoos instead to commemorate his victories. There's several on his chest and one on his back, all archaic in their simplicity as they show designs like Sköll and Hati chasing the sun and the moon forever in their quest to catch them.
He lets her take a look for a moment before leaning up and kissing her again, one hand splayed out over her side and the other wrapping around her back to pull her in close. He was feeling something with her he hadn't felt with any other partner: confidence. She knew he was a cripple and didn't seem to care. So he didn't feel the need to be as self-conscious as he usually does.