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BB-8? That's a strange name. [Just wait until he met the sentient soccer ball. He'd be absolutely amazed.]

Oh, this? [Ivar waves his hand in a nonchalant manner.] No charge. It was just something to pass the time with. However, I still expect you to practice with the sword-fighting even if you're not showing up today.

It’s his name, Poe gave it to him. But, I’ll see if you can meet with him and maybe with the others too.

[ It would be nice if they met each other.

As for her hair...it felt odd just to accept it. No payment or exchange or anything. ] You sure?

Yes, yes I’ll keep up with my practice. I just...I need to do research on something from my world. See if I can find some answers.

I did meet both of them briefly after they first arrived. But I'd be up for meeting them again.

[Besides, he needs to judge the hell out of them and make sure they're good enough for Rey. That's what all good friends do, right?]

I'm sure. This was fun for me. [Not a word Ivar used very often in response to anything.]

Good. I guess I'll see you at our next practice session.

You did?

[Well, that's something of a shocker. But, if everyone is still alive, then she can only surmise they all got along well enough. She would like to think they would all get along and become friends. That shouldn't be too hard to do, right? Besides, she was a good judge of character.]

I feel like I should still do something for you. [Something will come to her. Something to show she was grateful for what he did.]

Yes, you will. I won't change the date again, promise.

Yes. Poe and I had a drink.

[He liked the man as much as Ivar ever liked anyone. But now would come the judgment now that he knew Poe had a connection to Rey.]

I'm sure you'll think of something. [He's sure he'd like whatever Rey came up with. She was so nice to him, sometimes he couldn't really figure it out.]

Good. I guess I'll be seeing you.

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

[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.

or I can just morph and sober right up, but I feel like besting him at a drinking contest would be in bad form?

he says he wants to know what kind of guy his daughter's living with

give it to me straight, Ivar, is he gonna think I'm pathetic until I morph for him?

Probably. But he might just make you think that and then mess with you because he thinks it's amusing.

[Basically, he's got a lot of the personality of Ivar.]

Just know he loves his children more than just about anyone else in the world. So make sure to assure him Gyda is completely safe or he'll try to remove a body part.

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.

[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.

[He'd half-expected Ivar to question him, so he's pretty happy to see things going smoothly.]

If I needed a body buried, I'd ask someone with legs.

[Which is said evenly; it's not a joke at Ivar's expense, just a fact. He slides a mug toward Ivar as he makes himself comfortable, which is full to the brim with spiced rum.]

I have some information that I think you're going to want to hear - but we're going to discuss payment terms before that happens. I've got a few options for what I want in return, you can choose whatever you think you're willing to give me. Simple, yeah?

[Ivar scowls at the legs remark, but considering that practically passes as a friendly greeting from Dodger, he just takes his rum, and takes a drink.

He listens to what Dodger has to say. He knows Dodger has a pulse on what goes on in the city, he's saw enough glimpses of Dodger's crazy wall when he was in communal housing to know that.]

I'm listening. But if you're playing games with me, I'm coming back here, and having Hrimfaxi shock you a few times.

[The Blitzle has no love for Dodger with how fiercely protective she is of her master.]

I'd keep your horses away from me, if you don't want to smell them cooking later.

[Again, said as evenly as he can manage, but the memory of Brink laying smashed and scorched is still bitter in the back of his mind.]

But trust me, I don't play around with my livelihood. So. We've got three options. One, you can owe me a favor - whatever I happen to need, you'll have to do for me, no questions asked, just once. Two, you can give me some information I want, as a trade. I've got a couple questions I wouldn't mind getting answers for, so it's a fair deal. Three, we can figure a monetary value for what I know. It's the riskiest route for satisfaction, but it'll keep you from giving me an advantage. Which will it be.

[Ivar goes silent as he considers the pros and cons of each option. The first option is completely out. He's not willing to owe Dodger anything, especially something he might be reluctant to do down the line. That leaves the other two. He wonders what Dodger wants to know. Whatever it is, Ivar's probably not going to like it. Still, it's only information. The last offer is also an option. But Ivar is a Viking and doesn't part with his wealth easily.

He makes his decision after thinking for about a minute. It might surprise Dodger.]

I'll give you information. But what you're giving me in exchange better be worth it.

It will be.

[He shrugs. Information is an easy route, but unfortunately it negates the need for a written contract, which means he doesn't get to fulfill his ulterior motive of checking for reference if Ivar is literate.]

I'll take my payment up front, then - I want to know about the Viking that came through earlier this month. Is he from your world?

[Ivar's eyes narrow at Dodger's question. He doesn't know why Dodger is asking about his father and he doesn't like it. It's not like Ragnar can't take care of himself, but Ivar knows how manipulative this mutt can be. Still, a deal is a deal.]

Yes.

[Hey, he said he would answer Dodger's questions. He didn't say he would elaborate on the answers.]

[Dodger cocks his head to the side.]

We're gonna sit here until I know enough about him to make it worth telling you what I know. Just so you're aware. [He's dealt with tight-lipped clients before, it's always best to be up-front.] Alright, so you know him. Who is he to you? Close friend?

[Ivar scowls, but he's the one that chose this option. Besides, it wasn't like he had to protect Ragnar all that much. He was strong enough to take care of himself.]

No. He's my father.

[Dodger had seen Ragnar in Ivar's memories, but the old, broken-down Viking king bore little resemblance to the Viking warrior in his prime that had ended up in the city.]

[His father? Seriously??

For a moment Dodger's eyes just widen in awe of this information.]

[And then the information sinks in a little more, and he finds himself holding back laughter.

His father, Dodger had fucked Ivar's dad, oh that is fucking priceless. A hand flies to his mouth to hold back his snickering but it's really doing no good, and he's just letting out strangled little noises of amusement.]

[And no more than a minute later, Ivar gets to see the happiest Dodger has ever been in his presence. He has to kick his chair backward to stop from hitting his head on the table, as he doubles over laughing at the top of his lungs. He's clutching his sides, booming loud enough to disturb half of the bar around them. Fuck, he's forgotten how to breathe and he still can't stop laughing, oh jesus that's good.

And... yeah, it doesn't seem like it's going to stop any time soon.]

[It's a good thing Ivar is blissfully unaware of everything running through Dodger's head at the moment. He finds the reaction quite off-putting, for he's never seen Dodger this happy about, well, anything before.

He waits for the laughter to subside, but when it appears that's not going to be the case anytime soon, he pulls away from the table with a disgusted snort. He should have known this was going to be a waste of his time.]

I'm leaving. You're fucking useless like this.

[The wood of the table buckles a bit as Dodger grips it and tries to get a grip of himself, nearly in tears from laughter.]

Fuck- [He lets out a satisfied sigh, he can't remember the last time he felt this good.] -Alright. No, get back, you paid in full. You want your info or not?

[The words are still broken up by snickers because Jesus, how had he not put that together? The accent, the looks, the smell, the attitude... it was all just a better version of Ivar.]

[There's a sound Ivar makes in his throat that is somewhere between a sigh and a growl. He never has great patience when it comes to Dodger. Plus, he's still not sure what all that laughing was about, but he doesn't like it.]

This information better be good.

[Strange that he'd had to give relatively little information in exchange for it.]

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