Ivar was sleeping soundly on your shared bed when you woke up. You watched his upper body move up and down as he was still in a deep sleep.

Carefully, you threaded your finger tips on his tattoos, tracing the multiple patterns of marked skin. Gently you placed a kiss on the scar close to his arm, traveling those kisses and touched where you could reach while still laying down. Until you were suddenly being held by your waist as Ivar flipped you onto your side.

“‘Morning…” He mumbled quietly.