Guardian! Andromeda •James Delaney Angst Part 2•

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Opposites attract • Niki Lauda Imagine •

The marriage had been talk of the racing tracks and the racing media for MONTHS now. No one could believe the fact that THE Niki Lauda, rule follower asshole extraordinaire, had not only married a woman half his age, but one such as HER. Covered in tattoos, metal in her face, and a crazy personality to boot. They were such opposites that everyone thought it was a play for attention. His rivalry with James Hunt was getting heated and in order to keep the attention on him, he'd gone out and done something crazy. But that wasn't true at all. Your relationship with Niki was real.

You stood by his side and supported him no matter how crazy the plan or how much of an asshole he was. You would gamble that you were the only person who DID check him on his attitude towards you at points. You understood it was his defense mechanism especially when he was stressed. But you made it VERY clear that it gave him no right to treat you like shit. That if he needed to vent you were always there. But do NOT take it out on you. And he was flabbergasted at your outburst at first, but then he began to change his attitude towards you and he would rant but not AT you. Rather TO you. And you were happy to listen and throw the occasional cuss word or insult in there as well in agreeance.

He loved the way you weren't scared if anyone's opinion of you. How you did and said what you wanted and when you wanted. He especially liked it when James was insulting him and you unleashed your firey forked tongue and gave him the insulting of his life infront of his women, taking him down a few pegs. He liked the fear in Hunts eyes as the fire in yours sparked to life and you stepped towards the blonde as if you were death herself coming to drag his soul to the depths of darkness. It made his heart swell to know you were fiercely loyal and protective of him, he'd never had that before.

He loved the way you listened to his concerns without blowing him off as arrogant or scared of losing. You had begged him not race that day. Told him that it was OK if he sat that one out. That it didn't matter what the other drivers thought. Trust his gut. Don't do it. But his arrogance had pushed him to get into that car and on that wet track even though he knew there was more than that 20% chance he didn't usually push. And he had crashed. He felt the flames licking his skin as he was dragged from his car. And he felt your hand in his the whole time he was unconscious. He heard you tell the priest to "kindly fuck off cause he's not dead yet." He wanted so badly to chuckle but he couldn't move. Couldn't respond. Could only rattle what little air he had in his lungs. But you were there through it all. The painful bandage changed and procedures. You didn't flinch. You held onto his hand with deadly determination in your eyes and looked at him with nothing else but pure love, giving him pep talks that would cause nurses and doctors to look at you with pity and confusion. But you didn't care. He was YOUR Niki. And he was gonna kick ass.

And when he finally did come back to the track, you were right by his side. Ever the overbearing wife. "Niki, did you take your pills?" "Niki, it's water time. Drink up." "Niki, don't forget to change your bandages before the race." But he couldn't bring himself to be the tiniest bit angry or annoyed. He was grateful you were by his side keeping his already fragile health in mind. And he knew it was so he would be able to keep racing. He knew that was your motivation. His motivation. So when James Hunt made his was into his bay and began speaking to him, you weren't happy. At all. The accident was HIS fault. And Niki confirmed that to him. But when Niki decided to forgive him, you begrudgingly did too. If Niki could, you could too you supposed.

But when that damned press conference happened, you were uneasy. You knew these fucking reporters were like vultures. And one of them would manage to engage you by being an insensitive fuck. And you were right. "Niki, what did your wife say when she saw you? how do you expect your marriage to survive this?" The heat that surrounded your body as your blood rushed through your ears was almost unbearable. You clenched your fists and took a deep breath. "She said, sweet, you don't need a handsome face to drive, only a left foot." The room laughed in acceptance but the reporter pushed and it was enough to make what little patience leave you body. "Im serious. How do you expect your marriage to survive when you look like that?" You stormed towards the table Niki was sitting at, reporters turning towards you and gasping. You leaned down next to where Niki was sitting and moved the microphone towards yourself as he looked up at you in confusion. "Im sorry I'm not that shallow to think that looks is all that makes up a relationship. And if you do, well, God do I feel sorry for your wife. I told the priest Reading his last rites to fuck off because he wasn't dead yet. And here he sits. A marriage is until death. Through thick and thin. Sickness and in health. Though I wouldn't expect you to understand that. Fuck you. Press conference over." You said and grabbed Nikis hand, pulling him up and out of the room as cameras flashed, Niki following behind you in a daze.

When Niki decides to race in Japan you feel a anxious sickness building up in your stomach watching him get into his car. These conditions were way worse than the ones that caused his accident. And whilst you didn't say anything, not wanting to cause an argument, Niki could see the fear on your face. And that's when his plan cemented in his head. He would never again put you through that sickness that settled in your stomach whenever you thought back to the crash. He would never again leave you wondering if you'd be a Widow before you even got started. He would make decisions with you in mind from now on. So when he pulled back into the bay after the first lap and killed the engine, pulling off his Helmut you jumped into his arms and he caught you with a smile on his face. He would never again leave you. No matter what.

The day his father came knocking, wanting to reconcile now that his son had made something of himself and made him eat his own words, you were having none of it. You made it VERY clear to Niki that this was a power play. Not a 'I miss my son genuinely' move. He was torn. But you explained to him that you had lived around narcissistic people your whole life and they would leave when you had nothing to offer them and then come crawling back to drain you when you did. And after a long talk between the two of you, he declined his father's offer of a renewed relationship, to which the man angrily spat insults which hit Niki where it hurt and left him in peices once again. Peices you were left to pick up and reinforce with love. You wouldn't ever let anyone hurt Niki again. You swore it.

When Niki began to teach you how to drive F1 cars, it was a debacle. You were a MESS. It took everything he had to not throw his hands up and walk away, giving up. And eventually, you got it. He often got annoyed at how silly you acted doing it but he came to realize that whilst his happiness in his car was strictly business and hidden, yours was a childlike joy that you had no issues showing. And he accepted it wholeheartedly and even came to enjoy it. Soon it was a hobby for you that you both partook in in the off seasons for fun, much to the Ferrari teams amusement. Enzo Ferrari himself even visited the track a few times to watch you two horse around in mock races on his track.

The next season you two are back on the race track, this time with your new knowledge of the cars and races and a brand new, Ferrari red jacket with the 'Y/N Lauda' across the back of it over top the giant Ferrari logo. Officially apart of the team, though just starting out in the F3 leagues with Nikis help. This drives the media CRAZY. No one saw this coming. Not even you. The press fights over interviewing the both of you together, the dynamic duo, the Laudas. Husband and wife Formula One and Three racers. What a sensational story.

A/N: this one just kinda flowed. Hope you like it!

Unexpectedly •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

A/N: Lagerthas Daughter OC × Ivar! But she's only Bjorns half sister. So it's not anything crazy. And because I like Lagertha and think she absolutely wouldn't have killed Aslaug out of jealously if she hadn't been in her villain Era Arc, Aslaug is still alive in this one. But Ragnar is dead. Recently and I think Aslaug and Lagertha would've been friends if they could've both gotten over Ragnars cheating ass. Just saying.

Ivar was annoyed to say the least.

He didn't understand why they had to move to Hedeby after Ragnars death. They were perfectly fine in his mind. But Aslaug had said that things were just too hard without him around and they needed a fresh start. One close to a support system that Lagertha offered. So here he was, in a new place with new people, people that had no issues gawking at him and poking fun at him. It was his first week here and what hell it already was. He wasn't just new meat to these fuckers. No he was new meat with a disability. And that made him ripe for the Bullying he was enduring by the popular kids. He couldn't count how many times they'd already tripped him or shoved him into the lockers, fake apologizing afterwards and laughing like hyenas at him. It was beginning to be routine for him. One he didn't think would ever end. So when his crutch was kicked from under him as he tried to walk down the hall to his next class, he didn't have time to curse before his back hit the hard ground and he scrunched his face up in pain as his legs gave out under him. The hyena like laugh of the group of boys filling his ears. He went to reach for the crutch but it was quickly picked up by one of them who proceeded to run down the hall with it laughing. But it abruptly ended as he collided with a smaller but stronger body. And Ivar watched as the boy hit the ground on his back just like he had. A burgundy haired girl, one he recognized and cursed the gods for crossing paths with now of all times, stood angrily in the middle of the hall. "Watch where the FUCK you're going." She growled out to the boy, snatching the crutch from him. "You all think this is funny huh?" She asked before twirling the crutch and studying it a moment. She looked down at the boy with a smirk before striking as fast as lightning, jabbing the crutch into his abdomen. The boy let out a yell. "I asked you a question." The hall was deadly silent by now, everyone watching, no one daring to move. "No! No!" He cried out as she pushed further on the crutch. "Then why did you do it?" She asked raising a brow. "Hey, it was just a joke, chill out." One of them beside Ivar who was still on the floor suddenly spoke up, stepping forward. She raised her eyes to him. "Is he fucking laughing?" She asked gesturing to Ivar. She began walking towards the group of boys. "N-no. But were sorry alright? Won't happen again." She was right beside Ivar now. "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to him." She said sternly. "Hey man. We're really sorry. We won't mess with you anymore ok?" Ivar let out a breathless scoff past his pain. "Fuck off." The boy gulped and looked back at the small girl. "You heard him." Was all she said before they made their escape. She watched them disappear around the corner and looked down to him. "Ivar." She nodded in acknowledgment. "Andromache." He groaned back. She sighed and offered her hand. He eyed it before grabbing it and not expecting the strength the small girl had as she hauled him up and handed him his crutch. He tucked it under his arm and let go of her, standing again on his own. She leaned down and picked up his book bag, handing it to him before patting his chest. "Try not to get into anymore trouble yeah? I won't always be around to save you." She joked lightly. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Thanks." She nodded and moved past him down the hall, now late just as most of them were.

The two of them saw more of eachother from that day forward. Their mothers being friends and all, it wasnt odd for the two families to have dinners together occasionally. But they never were closer than occasional friends. They acknowledged eachother in the hallways and shared some friends. But they were opposites. Where Andromache was outgoing and liked to hang out with the sports kids as she did weight lifting with them in the afternoons, Ivar was quiet and kept to himself with a handful of friends that he could trust. They just didn't mesh as best friends like their mothers did. And that was ok. But because of her, those boys never messed with him again. Infact no one did unless they wanted to incur Andromache's wrath. No one knew why she had stood up for him that day the way she had. Yes they knew their families knew eachother. But to their knowledge her Ivar weren't close like that. But that didn't matter. they had all seen what would happen if Ivar was touched. And they steered clear. But Ivar had been noticed by someone. Freydis. The cheerleader captain. She was beautiful and popular and everything that Ivar knew was out of his league. But she wanted him and who was he to give up this opportunity? So they began dating much to everyone's surprise. And it wasn't long before he began pushing his friends and family away and changing for the worst. He became the bully. He became what he despised, all because Freydis whispered that he was better than all of them.

But it wasn't long before Freydis found something else, someone else, to latch onto and Ivar was quickly left in the dust with no one to support him and help ease the hurt of finding his 'first love' with her tongue down another guy's throat in the locker rooms. He grew bitter and angry and no one wanted to be near him. He was so caught up in his hurt and anger that he didn't notice the split lip and bruised cheek Freydis sported the next week. No he was ignorant to the punishment his ex had received from the hands of Andromache. He was oblivious to the fact that the whole school had found out about everything. He was just angry. And no one else mattered in his bubble of rage. The cigarette was slapped from his mouth abruptly. "What the fuck?" He said angrily before turning to the offender. Andromache. She glared at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Me?!" Ivar was oblivious as to what her problem was. What did he do? Nothing. "Yes you. You idiot." He scoffed and only stuck a new cigarette in his mouth, lighting it up and inhaling the smoke. "I've no idea what you're on about." "Freydis." His mood soured instantly. "Don't fucking say that name." He said as he blew out the smoke with a glare in her direction. "Ivar. Did you do it?" "Do what?!" He yelled frustrated with this conversation. She sighed and sat beside him. "Shes pregnant. She's saying it's yours." She finally said. He froze. "Ivar?" She laid a hand on his shoulder. "Ivar are you alright?" He coughed and threw down the cigarette with a groan, stomping it out and digging his hands into his face. "I fucked her." Was all he said. Andromache patted his shoulder soothingly. "Im sorry Ivar." He just took a deep breath. "My mother. Does she know yet?" Andromache gave him a sad smile. "She does." He groaned loudly and sighed. "I guess I've no choice then do I? I've got to talk to Freydis." She nodded and he nodded back. "Thanks for telling me." "Anytime." She said and left him to his thoughts.

To say Ivar was absolutely miserable was an understatement. He absolutely hated Freydis. But since she was carrying his child he wanted to do the right thing and stand beside her. And to him that meant putting a ring on her finger. It wasnt something he wanted to be doing at 18 years old. Having a family was something he wanted to wait until at least 24 to do. He throught that was reasonable. But he did admit that it was his own actions that led him here. But the one constant of all this was Andromache. The two of them had grown closer since this all came to light. Something like best friends now. She was always there for his rants of frustration and his insecurities about being a good father and he was always there for her rants about her horrible dating life and how dumb men were. And that was their routine. Always there eachother. And though he could see the jealousy in Freydis' eyes every time he mentioned Andromache, he didn't care much. He was loyal. He didn't have anything to hide. He wasn't manipulative and he didn't cheat. Not like her. So he didn't much care about how she felt. He was only with her because of duty. But she'd been pulling him away from Andromache lately, using the baby as an excuse and because he didn't want the arguments, he just did what she asked. And the two began to drift apart. And it bothered him. He wasn't sure when he'd began feeling things for Bjorns half sister, but it was more and more obvious the way the feelings of jealousy hit him when he'd look at her instagram and see pictures of her before dates or her out with her friends looking absolutely stunning and knowing there was nothing stopping her from sleeping with any guy that wasn't him. But he had a commitment to Freydis and his child. No matter how reluctant that commitment was.

But everything changed when the child was actually born. He had had Hvitserk race him to the hospital when Freydis had called to tell him it was time. He'd let her crush his hand as she gave birth and whispered words of encouragement to her, doing all he could to make it a bit easier for her, only to take one look at the kid and see it clearly wasn't his. Neither of them had brown eyes or red hair. He had clenched his jaw and told her it was over and that she could keep the ring. He was out. She had screamed at him that he was selfish to leave her like this just after giving birth and that they could talk about this. She loved him. He had laughed humorlessly as he told her to get fucked and that he felt sorry that the kid was stuck with someone like her as it's mother. She had been shocked at his cold rage as he exited the room and called Hvitserk to pick him up. Only, he didn't answer. No one did. So as he hesitantly hovered his finger over the screen, he sighed and pressed it before he could back out, it was answered on the second ring. "Ivar? Everything ok?" Her voice was like singing valkyries and he closed his eyes at the way he missed it. "No. Um..could you pick me up? I'm at the hospital." "Oh gods. Are you ok?!" The panic and concern in her voice warmed him. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm not here for me." He hoped she understood. "Oh ok. Yeah. Be there soon." The relief in her voice wasn't hard to miss. "Thanks. See you soon."

He heard the rumble of the engine before he saw the Black, Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat as it rolled to a stop infront of him. "Hey." She greeted as he opened the door and climbed in with a bit of difficulty due to his legs and crutch. "Hey." He breathed back. It was quiet as she began to drive. "Does Bjorn know you hijacked his car?" "No. And you wont tell him if you want to live." He cracked a small smile before it fades as he thinks about what happened. "Hey...what's wrong? What happened?" "Kid wasn't mine." He lurches forward as she stomps on the brakes, the wheels screeching. Luckily they were on a deserted road and no one else was around. "WHAT?!" She yells and turns to look at him. "What the fuck do you mean the kid wasn't yours?!" She asks incredulously. He takes a deep breath to steady himself from the death that just flashed before his eyes. "ANDY! you can't just do that shit! Gods! Are you trying to kill us?!" "Shut up you're alive clearly. Now tell me what the fuck happened. Now." He rolls his eyes. "Kid wasn't mine Andy. I don't have brown eyes and red hair and neither does Freydis. And she admitted to it in a roundabout way before I left. It was all some ruse to keep him as some sort of possession. I told her to keep the ring and never call me again. I blocked her number whilst I was waiting for you. I'm gonna have Hvitserk drop her shit off at her house later." He said. "That conniving fucking bitch. I knew she wasn't right in the head." She said angrily. "Shes lucky she just gave birth or I'd unleash seven hells of fury on her myself. Wait until your mom finds out." His heart dropped. His mother. His poor mother. She didn't like Freydis but she'd been so looking forward to having a grandchild from him. "No Andy. Leave her alone. She's not worth it. And not a word to my mother. I'll tell her myself tonight. Now let's go. I want to get home in one peice. Or I won't be the only one dealing with my mother." He said. She huffed and began to drive again. "You're lucky I'm more afraid of Aslaug than of you." She said. He smiled slightly.

His mother had indeed been devastated. That she wouldn't be getting the grandchild she'd be so excited for but the real reason for her devastation was that she'd let that manipulative girl back in her sons life after she'd broken him the first time only to have her completely shatter the broken boy she'd managed to put back together again. And she knew that it would take a lot for her boy to trust another woman like that again with his heart. And she resented Freydis for that. He was so young. He had his whole life ahead of him but now he would always carry the trauma and mistrust that snake put into him. He could only hope another woman would come along to help mend it all. And she had her eye on the one she knew would. Andromache. She knew the two of them felt something more for eachother. And in another life maybe they would've realised it sooner, before Freydis. But now she knew it would be even longer before the two actually acted on their feelings. But no matter how long it took, she'd be there to encourage it. They were perfect for eachother she knew it. And so did Lagertha.