Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ragnarsson) wrote2018-11-30 10:43 pm
ragnarsson) wrote2018-11-30 10:43 pm
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This is Ivar. Leave a message.
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This is Ivar. Leave a message.
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[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.]
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. ]
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.]
[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.]
[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.
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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.
I have regrets in my life, brother, but underestimating Bjorn will never be one of them.
[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.]
[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.]
And your compassion will be yours.
[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.
[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.
I highly doubt that.
[There was much satisfaction to be taken from killing his mother's murderer.]
[There was much satisfaction to be taken from killing his mother's murderer.]
Ivar. Ivar, we gotta talk. Pick up, I'm-
[His voice is hushed, panicked, and sounds as if he just ran a mile. There's a certain slur to his words that betrays he's been drinking - and quite a lot, if it actually has an effect on him.]
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
[His voice is hushed, panicked, and sounds as if he just ran a mile. There's a certain slur to his words that betrays he's been drinking - and quite a lot, if it actually has an effect on him.]
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
[Ivar's honestly surprised that Dodger has called him. Usually, it's the other way around, and he has to fight tooth and nail to get the mutant to talk to him. But he sounds very off in a way Ivar's only heard once or twice before. It's clear he's going to have to take charge here.]
Where are you?
Where are you?
My dome. I'm in my dome, it's... unlocked. Door's open.
[He chooses to leave out that he is crumpled under the sink in his bathroom, shaking and hyperventilating with a bottle of wine clutched in his hands. He just needed something to hold. His dome in general is a mess - plates smashed against walls, furniture thrown clear across the room and scorch marks on the wall. Certainly, none of that was there the last time Ivar visited.]
[He chooses to leave out that he is crumpled under the sink in his bathroom, shaking and hyperventilating with a bottle of wine clutched in his hands. He just needed something to hold. His dome in general is a mess - plates smashed against walls, furniture thrown clear across the room and scorch marks on the wall. Certainly, none of that was there the last time Ivar visited.]
[Ivar doesn't bother asking what happened. Instead, he just limps over to Dodger's dome. He checks for booby traps again, more out of habit then anything else. There's a lot easier ways to hurt Ivar then making some phone call like he needed help.
He goes through, toes hitting things like shards of glass from all the broken crockery. It looks like a warzone in here.]
Dodger?
[He checks the kitchen before going over to the bathroom. When he pushes the door open and sees him curled up there, Ivar just shakes his head. Just when he thought this dog couldn't get anymore pathetic. It's always three steps forward, two steps back with him.]
What a sight you are.
He goes through, toes hitting things like shards of glass from all the broken crockery. It looks like a warzone in here.]
Dodger?
[He checks the kitchen before going over to the bathroom. When he pushes the door open and sees him curled up there, Ivar just shakes his head. Just when he thought this dog couldn't get anymore pathetic. It's always three steps forward, two steps back with him.]
What a sight you are.
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