Mystic Falls – The Next Morning
The sun was barely up, casting a pale golden light over the quiet streets. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine, the aftermath of a late-night drizzle. Birds chirped lazily in the distance, indifferent to the weight of the previous night's events.
Ivar stood outside the Mikaelson compound, leaning against one of the stone pillars near the entrance. His arms were crossed, his gaze distant, watching as Lucifer adjusted his coat. The guy had an easy, unbothered air about him, like he had all the time in the world but no real plans for it.
"You really leaving already?" Ivar asked, his voice carrying a slight rasp from the cold morning air.
Lucifer smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets. "What can I say? Mystic Falls was a cute little detour, but it's not exactly my scene." He glanced up at the sky, stretching slightly. "Too… quiet."
Ivar chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, figured." He tilted his head slightly, eyes flickering with amusement. "You should check out Los Angeles."
Lucifer raised a brow. "Los Angeles?"
"The City of Angels," Ivar said, his smirk widening. "Big, loud, and full of trouble. You'd love it."
Lucifer let out a low hum, intrigued but still skeptical. "And where exactly is this Los Angeles?"
Ivar tapped his temple. "Here. Lemme show you."
The moment Ivar's finger touched his own forehead, Lucifer's mind flooded with images—bright neon lights, sprawling streets packed with people, clubs pulsing with music, high-rise buildings standing tall against the sunset, beaches glowing under city lights. Laughter, chaos, excitement.
Lucifer's grin stretched wider. Now this… this is interesting.
He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as the connection faded. "Alright, Ivar. I have to admit—that does sound like my kind of place." He stepped back, adjusting his collar. "Visit from time to time, yeah? I'll return the favor."
Ivar smirked. "Yeah, sure." He studied Lucifer for a second, then shrugged. "You're alright. Annoying, but alright."
Lucifer chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment." He turned on his heel, taking a few steps away before glancing over his shoulder. "See you around, friend."
Ivar exhaled through his nose, watching as Lucifer disappeared down the road, hands in his pockets, that same cocky swagger in his step.
Yeah. He'd definitely see him again.
Later that day
The streets were quiet, the town still waking up. A few shop owners were setting up, flipping signs to Open, while the scent of fresh coffee drifted from a nearby café. Sunlight streamed through the gaps between old brick buildings, casting long shadows across the pavement.
Ivar walked at a steady pace, hands stuffed in his pockets, his mind elsewhere. He knew she was behind him—Alyssa. Her footsteps were light, almost hesitant, but she didn't call out to him.
Not yet, at least.
A few seconds later, she finally caught up, stepping beside him. "Hey," she said, her voice casual. "I want us to take a walk. You up for it?"
Ivar didn't even glance at her. He just gave a small nod. "Yeah, sure."
They walked in silence at first, the sound of their footsteps blending with the faint hum of the town. Here and there, they made small talk—Alyssa mentioned how Mystic Falls felt different from other places she'd been, and Ivar grunted in agreement.
But gradually, the conversation shifted.
Alyssa's words became slower, more thoughtful. She wasn't just talking to pass the time anymore. She was leading somewhere.
"So," she started, glancing at him, "I was thinking…"
Ivar side-eyed her, waiting.
Alyssa exhaled softly, looking straight ahead. "I like you, Ivar."
Ivar stopped walking.
Alyssa did too, her hands tightening slightly at her sides as she waited for his reaction.
For a moment, he just looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then—
He chuckled. Low and short, but amused.
"Usually, I should be the one saying stuff like that," he said, tilting his head slightly.
Alyssa gave a small laugh, her shoulders relaxing just a bit. "Yeah, that's right… until that Hayley girl showed up."
Ivar raised a brow, but she wasn't done.
"Freya and Rebekah gave me some advice," Alyssa admitted, looking up at him. "They told me if I just sit around waiting… I might lose my chance."
Ivar studied her for a second, his smirk fading into something more thoughtful. The breeze swept through the street, ruffling Alyssa's hair slightly, but she didn't look away.
For once, she wasn't dodging her feelings.
And Ivar?
He didn't hate hearing them.
The wind carried the scent of freshly baked bread from a nearby café, blending with the distant hum of a passing car. Birds fluttered from tree to tree, their chirping the only sound between them as Ivar stood there, looking at Alyssa.
She had said it. No turning back now.
Alyssa didn't fidget, didn't glance away. She just waited, watching him with that quiet confidence she always carried.
Ivar let out a slow exhale, running a hand through his hair. "So, you got advice from Freya and Rebekah, huh?"
Alyssa gave a small shrug. "Yeah."
"And they told you to confess?"
"Not exactly." She let out a small laugh. "They told me to stop sitting around. To actually do something before it's too late."
Ivar hummed in thought, his gaze flicking away for a second before returning to her. "And you listened?"
"Obviously."
He smirked, shaking his head. "Didn't think you were the type to take advice from others."
Alyssa tilted her head, her lips curling slightly. "I'm not. But this time… I figured they were right."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The world around them moved as usual—people walking by, the occasional sound of a car engine—but in that small space between them, it felt like time had slowed.
Then, Ivar took a step forward, closing the gap between them just slightly.
"You like me, huh?" he said, his voice quieter now, a hint of amusement still laced in his tone.
Alyssa nodded. "Yeah."
Ivar chuckled, shaking his head. "Usually, I'd be the one saying that first."
Alyssa smirked. "Yeah. But this time, I beat you to it."
He studied her, his eyes searching for something, and whatever he found made him exhale softly. His smirk returned, but this time, it was different—less teasing, more genuine.
"I don't hate hearing that," he admitted.
Alyssa raised a brow. "That's all I get?"
Ivar laughed. "What do you want me to say?"
Alyssa rolled her eyes, but there was no frustration—just familiarity, warmth. "Tch. You really suck at this, you know?"
Ivar grinned. "Yeah, but you still like me anyway."
Alyssa sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."
They started walking again, but the air between them had shifted. It wasn't just small talk anymore.
It was something real.
A/N
A spoiler, the MC is going to have a son with Alyssa and the son would be from Teen Wolf.