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[ragnarsson]

Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

Phone calls | Texts | Video | Everything else

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[burntbridges]

[It's a bit past sundown when Letha gets back from her adventures in necromancy... and dragons. The dragons were a little unexpected. Still, ever since she got to the commune all she could think of was to tell Ivar about what she'd been up to, and that couldn't wait until morning. She's pretty sure she won't get to sleep with all this new and exciting information threatening to burst out of her.

The lights are off when she sneaks onto the fifth floor, so he won't be able to see the condition she's in just yet, but seeing as they've slept together (technically) she feels very little shame about crawling onto his bed and poking his chest to wake him up.]

Iiiiivar... Ivar. Psst. Are you sleeping? [At least she's being quiet, for his roommates' sake.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar is sound asleep when Letha comes crawling into his bed. He's never one to be troubled by nightmares or guilt from past actions, for Ivar doesn't regret the things he's done. Everything had a reason or goal to achieve behind it. It leaves him to dream only of things he longs for: the family he left behind, the loved ones already gone to the afterlife.

He's awake almost instantly when he feels someone touch him, instincts that are burned into his very bones reacting as he grabs a knife that he keeps to the side of his pillow. He's not even fully awake when he grabs Letha by her hair and pulls her head back, pressing the knife to her pale throat. He blinks and his mind catches up.]

Letha? [He pulls the knife away, the hand in her hair easing up but still tangled in her locks. His voice is harsh, masking the concern beneath it] That was a stupid thing to do.

action; this turned out longer than expected

[yetunburnt]

It begins as a premonition. Just the feeling that someone's watching him as he wheels around town. Every time he turns to look, there's nothing there... but maybe every once in a while he'll catch a glimpse of dark hair or ribbons catching in the wind. Maybe he'll hear a giggle... right behind him.

Of course, Letha doesn't have the patience to keep out of his sight for very long. But she does seem to be playing a game of walking just behind his wheelchair, and running around to keep behind him each time he tries to turn the chair around. Ironically a disadvantage he only has because he isn't crawling.

Finally she's had her fun, and she pops up beside him to lean against the arm of the chair. She doesn't recognize him at all, but he looks like a storybook hero, and her eyes are shining with excitement. And he will see a little girl with a bright red ribbon in her curly black hair, dressed in the finest and gaudiest black dress that money can buy, green ribbons and silver trims lacing throughout it. And despite her rich appearance, her dress and knees have dirt and scuffs from running around and causing trouble.

"Why does your chair have wheels, mister?"

It seems, no matter when in her life she met Ivar, her first impression was doomed to be an insensitive comment about his condition.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar's got no patience with kids. Maybe if he hadn't been at the tail end of his brothers, he'd be more used to the runts, but unlike Ubbe and the rest, he's never had to contend with younger siblings. So he's really not amused by the glimpses he keeps catching of a little girl with clearly nothing better to do with her time than follow after someone who wants nothing to do with her.

When she finally pops up next to him, he stops moving. Where are her parents so he can properly chew someone out about letting their child bother someone who just wants to be left alone? Well, it looks like she's a free-range child, so he's on his own. He's in the wheelchair that Ronan made for him, which means black and it's covered in spikes, looking quite like he's going to impale anyone who gets too close.

His voice is completely deadpan and dry with sarcasm as he answers. "They're for running over the toes of cheeky little girls who ask stupid questions."

late september; action;

[advanced]

[It's been a while since the last time they spoke, when Ivar had crept in to tell him in broken hearted words about becoming a single parent. He has to wonder if the teenager has thought any more about what Bucky told him about revenge and war, but if he hasn't-- well, somehow it doesn't matter for now.

He finds that he's concerned, keeps thinking about how Ivar might be coping on his own, and so he eventually slips into town and skulks around until he spots the familiar chair in the distance, falling into step beside him as if this is nothing unusual.]

Hey.

[He looks so awkward, he's not used to being the one who initiates the contact.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's become more used to Bucky's abrupt appearances and retreats when he get uncomfortable with the conversation. His hand doesn't even reach for the axe at his side when his friend shows up next to him. He hadn't exactly been pleased with the way their last conversation had gone, but it hadn't ended with the strained tones that happened so often.

Ivar looks alright, though there's perhaps a touch of weariness to his eyes. Winter's been keeping him up at night. It's tough when he's the only parent around to soothe his child's whimpering at two in the morning.]

Hello. How long were you following me? [He has no doubts that Bucky was tracking him for some time before he made his presence known.]

voice: scavenger.rey

[talentedscavenger]

[Rey knows she has a training session with Ivar, and as much as she doesn't want to cancel it, she has to. She needs to go to the library, and with her friends arriving, she needs to do some research.

So she's calling him now.]

Hello, it's Rey. I know we have training today, but could we do it on another day? Things just came up.

[And then the voice function turns into full on video with Rey holding the device to show her thick brown hair down. It's not in its usual style, and it actually goes past her shoulders a bit. It's also clear that she hasn't slept well.]

I'm really sorry about this.

Video @the.boneless

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's getting ready to head on down to the training center when Rey calls. He's a little disappointed that he won't get to spend time with her, even if he's unsure why he feels that way.]

That's alri--[Then he notices something.] Oh! Your hair. It's different.

[Brilliant observation, Ivar.]

@just.marco; text

[brightline]

Ivar your dad just told me we're gonna go drinking together.

Voice; @the.boneless

[ragnarsson]

[Oh boy. Ivar isn't sure what his father is up to, but he's not going to try to guess.]

Well, it would be rude to refuse. Just don't try to keep up with him. You'll pass out or die trying.

@dodger//text

[smokedout]

we need to talk.

[He sends an address to a local bar, somewhere on the seedy end of the city.]

bring some money, a piece of paper and something to write with.

Action

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar wonders precisely what Dodger needs him and all that for, but the only way he'll find out is showing up. So he does.]

I assume you don't need a body buried or you would have told me to bring a shovel.

video

[storradr]

Ivar. [Ragnar still wasn't used to using the phones, but he was improving slightly. The video, however, wasn't that helpful, horribly lit and poorly framed... on his chest. Good to see he was still wearing the same tunic and didn't look completely filthy, right??] Ivar, I want to ask you something.

Video

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's amused by his father's phone struggles. He went through plenty of that when he first got here. He props himself up and it's clear he's lying in bed. He gets so few moments just to relax between his job, his other job, and caring for Winter.]

What is it?

[whosthemonsternow]

A gift is left for Ivar. It's wrapped in a deep red with a bow, the tag signed simply as 'S♥outh'. In the box he'll find a couple throwing axes, a sketch of him at a piano, a box of candy- and a coupon for free piano lessons in town. Maybe not the best gift ever, but she hopes he likes it.

(Text @blinded.by.light)

[soulsflight]

What's your deal? You seem to have a lot of rage.

(Is it merited, she wonders. Considering their circumstances, Claire can't help fearing she is missing something. Being fully human in this world isn't exactly comfortable.)

Voice; @the.boneless

[ragnarsson]

Why should I tell you?

[There's some of that abrasiveness right there. Ivar's not inclined to explain just why he's so angry all the time. That touches on subjects he'd rather not think about.]

@necromantica // audio

[burntbridges]

Do you have a free moment? Or... rather, a free hour or two?

I've been meaning to ask you to spar with me, and I thought it was a good day for it.

@the.boneless; Audio

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's response comes in pretty promptly. Things between them still feel weird sometimes. There was so much that lay between them.]

I'd like that. Did I tell you I'm training some people here as a side job?

[Sparring was good. That meant he didn't have to feel anything.]

@ragnar; audio

[storradr]

You and I need to speak. Join me for a drink.

[Simple. Brief. And to the point.]

Audio; @the.boneless

[ragnarsson]

[He knew this was coming sooner or later. Frankly, he was still mad at his father, but at the same time, he missed talking to him. So his voice is carefully neutral when he answers.]

Where?

Delivery

[pietistic]

[ Athelstan had spent quite a bit of time searching out the right materials for the gift he wanted to give Ivar. He'd seen the way the other had taken an interest in his sketch of Aslaug before and since then he'd had the idea to do this. Once he discovers the right materials that he feels would fit Aslaug and practices in the style long enough that he's satisfied with his work...he began on a painting of Aslaug. She is young and beautiful in it, of course.

There's no signature, the habits of his time in the monastery remaining but it's likely clear who the gift is from. ]

Voice message

[like_quicksilver]

We..we should talk. [Gyda's voice sounds stiff, like she's trying to work more nerve then she has in the first place.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar takes a while to respond to Gyda's message. He's been avoiding his sister, not because he doesn't care, but because he feels guilty. He should have protected her better. It was his job to make sure she stayed safe. He was sure she blamed him for what had happened at it didn't blame her.]

...Must we?

audio;

[backwaterbelle]

[She has those she knows from home, both directly and obliquely, and then there are the few she considers friends here. Ivar is one of the latter, and with the severity of the plague hitting gods and super soldiers alike, Rogue finds herself calling him first to check in on the younger man.

He should know her well enough that if he doesn't pick up, she might just come find him.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's mercifully been spared from most of what's going around. He's from the Dark Ages and know how quickly something like this can be caught. He picks up when Rogue calls. He usually doesn't get many phone calls.]

Hi. Everything alright?

Envelope~ Delivered like a week before Yuri and Otabek's post

[bespredel]

[ It had occurred to him that Ivar might not be able to read the invitation- but whatever, he'd figure out it's meaning in the next week or so when he and Otabek made the more formal announcement for it. So he shoves the letter into the mail slot, or, barring a mail slot, leaves it tucked carefully into the frame of the door so it can be found. Yuri, the shit head that he was- banged on the door, rang the doorbell aggressively- and then ran for it, cackling the entire way down the street.

The envelope was matte black with a raised, glossy black leopard print texture imprinted on it that caught when shifted in the light, and on the front was Ivar's name embossed in gold. Within the envelope was a single piece of heavy glossy cardstock; the photos Yuri and Otabek had chosen on one side, and on the other, the details of their wedding. In places there was more of the raised golden embellishments. So extra. ]

The Front and the back.