[Ivar's quick to contact Ubbe after seeing the memory of him tearing through Lagertha's warriors like they were made of paper. He's known, of course, that his brother felt the same way about his mother dying as he did. They wouldn't have plotted to assassinate Lagertha together if he hadn't. But that was a fury he'd seen in his brother precious few times and never with the sheer amount of hatred he'd shown Lagertha.
He reminded him of Ragnar in that moment, the way he'd been in his prime, when almost no one had been able to touch their father.]
You never told me you tried to kill Lagertha on your own.
[Honestly, if he'd had just a little more luck, he might have actually succeeded.]
[ Ubbe was less than pleased that another memory had seemed to be shared before he knew it. He hadn't been particularly proud or ashamed of that moment. It was a moment of grief and it had been reckless. ]
Why would I tell you that?
[ He could just imagine Ivar mocking had he told him at the time. ]
I don't know, maybe so that I didn't think you'd stabbed me in the back by joining the side of our mother's killer after we had a falling-out.
[He'd felt like Ubbe had betrayed not only him but Aslaug as well with that move. Like he'd just been able to forget the past and move on, even if it was at the side of Lagertha.]
Would you have believed me, Ivar? I don't believe it would have made a difference. You are too stubborn. You let anger blind you and you don't let it stop blinding you.
[Ivar would like to say Ubbe is wrong, that it would've changed things somehow. But the problem is that his older brother has always been able to see through him right to the core of what he is. His usual bullshit tactics that he uses with everyone else don't work on Ubbe. He lets out a huffy noise of acknowledgement.]
You may not have liked me seeing that, but it is better that I did.
I don't think I've actually ever seen you that angry.
[Ubbe might have been the most rational of his brothers, but he was still a son of Ragnar. He'd inherited that part of their father that tore through warriors like they were just stalks of wheat when in a beserker-like fury.]
Would you have actually killed her? If you had gotten to her in time?
[That would have caused a whole other set of problems for the brothers when Bjorn got back, but Ivar knew Ubbe wouldn't have been thinking of those. He was consumed by grief and anger.]
How so? She murdered Mother. How could killing her not have been the right decision?
[Ubbe fully well knew Ivar's rage at having Aslaug taken away from him would never fully abate or stop. He'd always be angry and thirst for revenge against Lagertha.]
And what do you think will happen if you decide to kill her now? Or if I do? Bjorn will still never forgive either of us. It's destined to happen one way or another.
[He doesn't include Hvitserk in there, for he'd been no more fond of his mother then Sigurd was. They were the two that would likely end up killing Lagertha.]
Bjorn's the same dumb lump of a bear he's always been. Attack everything in sight is the only way he knows how to plan a battle strategy.
[Ivar wasn't necessarily wrong in his description, but that wasn't the entirety of Bjorn's character either. He snorts at the mention of Lagertha.]
I already know everything I'll ever want to about her. She could become as compassionate as Hlín and wise as Frigg and I would still hate her with the same intensity that I do now.
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He reminded him of Ragnar in that moment, the way he'd been in his prime, when almost no one had been able to touch their father.]
You never told me you tried to kill Lagertha on your own.
[Honestly, if he'd had just a little more luck, he might have actually succeeded.]
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Why would I tell you that?
[ He could just imagine Ivar mocking had he told him at the time. ]
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[He'd felt like Ubbe had betrayed not only him but Aslaug as well with that move. Like he'd just been able to forget the past and move on, even if it was at the side of Lagertha.]
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You may not have liked me seeing that, but it is better that I did.
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[Ubbe might have been the most rational of his brothers, but he was still a son of Ragnar. He'd inherited that part of their father that tore through warriors like they were just stalks of wheat when in a beserker-like fury.]
Would you have actually killed her? If you had gotten to her in time?
[That would have caused a whole other set of problems for the brothers when Bjorn got back, but Ivar knew Ubbe wouldn't have been thinking of those. He was consumed by grief and anger.]
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I don't know. It would have been the wrong move if I had, though.
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[Ubbe fully well knew Ivar's rage at having Aslaug taken away from him would never fully abate or stop. He'd always be angry and thirst for revenge against Lagertha.]
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[He doesn't include Hvitserk in there, for he'd been no more fond of his mother then Sigurd was. They were the two that would likely end up killing Lagertha.]
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You do not know Lagertha now. Nor do you know Bjorn any longer.
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[Ivar wasn't necessarily wrong in his description, but that wasn't the entirety of Bjorn's character either. He snorts at the mention of Lagertha.]
I already know everything I'll ever want to about her. She could become as compassionate as Hlín and wise as Frigg and I would still hate her with the same intensity that I do now.
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[ Ubbe sighs. ]
That is not what I am inferring, brother. She is weak and she is mostly broken now.
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[Ubbe's words do little to soften Ivar's heart.]
Good. Then allowing me to kill her will be a mercy at this point.
[Yep, that point had just flown right over Ivar's head.]
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Your arrogance will always be your downfall, brother.
[ There is little he can do to help that. ]
Killing her would only show how weak the person killing her is. There is no honor in it.
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[He snaps back.]
I see what you are trying to do and it's not going to work. I swore an oath to kill her and I will not stop for any reason.
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It will not satisfy anything inside of you.
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[There was much satisfaction to be taken from killing his mother's murderer.]
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