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[channellings]

[which is unfortunate, because klaus's tactile as hell and would be able to offer casual physical contact with ease... if only ivar wouldn't stab him for even trying. doesn't keep his hands from continuously twitching in his lap anyway, itching with the urge to reach out.

an exasperated sigh slips free before it can be stopped, he shrugs and eventually reaches his left hand up, twists his fingers through his hair.] I... don't know? I've seen you throw knives, though. Doesn't seem like anything stopped you from learning that.

[ragnarsson]

[It isn't often Ivar gives into self-pity. He already has gotten enough of it from other people to last a lifetime. But the combination of mushrooms, alcohol, and his own mind seem to have played a cruel trick on him. Right now he just wants to wallow in the fact that apparently the gods must've forgotten to give him powers.]

Knives are something tangible that I can feel in my hand and throw. Exactly what am I supposed to do to conjure up magical powers, hmmm? Do you have some experience being a sorcerer in what I am sure is your colorful past?

[They've never spoken much of their time before they had arrived in Asgard, but Ivar's sure anyone as odd as Klaus has led a life that was never dull.]

Perhaps I am merely defective as I've always been.

[channellings]

[while he would normally understand wanting a little time for some self-pity, at this moment, klaus feels an irritation bubbling up within him. somewhat toward ivar's assumptions about his past, but mostly because the poor boy just seems downtrodden and he doesn't know how else to help, aside from doing what he does best: using words to his advantage (or lack thereof? whichever works best in his favor at the time.)]

Actually, now that you mention it, I do have some. I wasn't... a sorcerer? Something different, it's— well, what I could do was pretty cool, too. Not to me, of course, b-but that's beside the point! The point is: you can figure this out. And you're not defective, Ivar. Your powers are just [pause] different.

[talking about himself was a bit disarming there momentarily, he thinks he handled it alright in spite of the circumstances. although, to be fair, ivar's assuming his lifestyle choices were anything but humdrum is quite correct. he drops the hand again, levels the viking with a stare that's almost too serious, especially for klaus.]

With so many supernatural abilities out there, there's no way you've thought of everything.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar scowls at Klaus' words, but he doesn't deny them either. There's a lot of sense in them and it's enough to snap Ivar partially out of the state of ennui that he's fallen into. He'll ask Klaus later what he meant by having some sort of power set, but for now, he's focused on himself.]

Whatever it is, it's nothing flashy and able to be seen easily like a lot of people have. Nothing really physical. I've already tried invoking those and nothing works.

[What Ivar keeps failing to take into account is the one major part of his personality: his need for control. Whether through charisma he so rarely shows or sheer brute force of will, he seeks to be able to manipulate everyone around him to some degree or another.]

[channellings]

[he holds steady at the frown, anticipating further anger in return, yet when nothing else happens, he's admittedly a bit surprised. letting ivar focus on himself is fine though, draws attention away from where he doesn't want it for once.]

Powers don't gotta be flashy. One of my brothers has super strength, another can manipulate the curvature of objects. Usually knives. [a brisk, dismissive wave of his hand.] Hell, one of my sisters? She can control people using her voice. How fucking wicked is that?

Man, [he sighs longingly, attempts a laugh, despite the lack of actual mirth,] just think outside the box a little? Don't worry about the physicality of it. Think about something specifically you that the gods might branch off of or something. Am I making any sense here? [seriously, he needs to know, because he's a lot more intoxicated than he'd thought earlier.]

[ragnarsson]

Controlling people with her voice? I wish I could do that.

[Once again, he reminds himself that he has to ask Klaus at some point about his home. If he'd had powers before coming to this place and what they were. And also talk about his many varied siblings.

Still, Klaus' words have struck a spark in his mind. What did he have that the gods might amplify? They'd already ruled out something physical like conjuring fire or a familiar like Peter did. That left more subtle abilities. He's trying to think of what they could be, but Klaus is still jabbering on. So Ivar just says the first thing that comes to mind.]

Be quiet. [He says, finally sparking his power for the first time. He almost doesn't realize it until Klaus is mercifully quiet for such an extended period of time. Then he turns to look at him.]

What? I haven't cut out your tongue yet.

[channellings]

I'm glad I can't. I would've used that to my advantage way too much.

[ivar wants stories about his siblings? he's got a whole slew of them to share whenever the right moment comes. as it stands though, this doesn't seem to be the moment. perhaps it wasn't the best plan to start tossing ideas around while there's a chance he could become victim to the aforementioned powers.

good thing he'd gotten out whatever else he wanted to say before, since the moment he goes to snap at ivar for telling him to be quiet, nothing happens. his mouth opens, but klaus sits there, brow furrowed, looking utterly stupefied at having been silenced by someone else's abilities. initially, he reaches for his neck with an absurd amount of franticness (because what the fuck???), yet as soon as he notices the faint glow of ivar's bracelets, he second-guesses it, lowers his hand to reach for the viking's wrist instead.

the slightest jostle then he gestures toward the cuff with his other hand, motioning him to look before the gleam fades away. even if he doesn't see, he's gesturing toward himself afterward, waving at the front of his throat, still eerily silent through his motions. “see? i told you,” is what he's trying to convey. is it coming across? he has no clue, but he's trying so earnestly.]

[ragnarsson]

[He watches as Klaus starts miming. Frankly, he's enjoying himself now. He's not sure what had worked but he was glad he did. He glances down when Klaus gently touches his wrist. There's a cry of surprise when he looks down at his faintly glowing bracelets.]

Oh!

[He honestly hadn't expected that attempt at magic to really work. Mostly he'd just been saying that because Klaus was annoying him enough that he really wanted to control him. He tries to think of another command, something simple that would give definitive proof that his power set apparently gave him the ability to control people.]

Raise your right hand.

[channellings]

[unable to help himself, klaus smiles broadly, releases ivar's wrist and tucks both arms across his chest, looking quite satisfied with this outcome. what sort of irony is it that they'd stumble upon ivar's powers after he'd suggested something else being at play here when it came to the teen's capabilities?

although he's gotta admit, being told what to do and immediately wanting to is just a bit weird. but it's fine, they can play this little game of ‘ivar says’ for however long.

even if he wanted to say anything, the words likely wouldn't come out right. so, rather than attempt it, his grin simply widens and he raises the hand with hello inked across the palm without hesitation.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's nature has done a complete 180 from melancholy to joyful. He's like a child with a new toy and the hypothesis that his power allows him to control people has made him happy in a way that he usually doesn't allow himself to feel.

Then the look on his face grows mischievous. Time to test just how far this power extended.]

Kiss me.

[He commands. At least he knows Klaus won't have too much hesitancy in wanting to fulfill that particular request.]

[channellings]

[and that's what klaus's pleased about, getting to see ivar's happiness with discovering his new powers. he doesn't imagine the problems stemming from it, the consequences of his actions usually go forgotten until the one particular moment where they come to bite him in the ass.

kinda like how ivar's just suggested he kiss him. hold the fuck up—] W-What? Uh...

[since there is hesitancy with the command, but not enough that he can resist it, much to his misfortune. blinking owlishly, he shifts in spite of himself, leans onto his hands and knees, works his way forward at an almost agonizingly slow pace. this is a bad idea, this is such a bad idea, yet he's planting his hands on the arms of ivar's wheelchair once close enough, bridging the remaining distance between them anyway and dropping a kiss against the corner of ivar's mouth.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar feels a sense of triumph grow within him as Klaus kisses him. This power really did have a myriad of uses. He could think of all sorts of ways that he could now use it to benefit himself. Of course, that was his first thought, to use it for himself rather then anyone else.

As he pulls away, Klaus will see a certain amount of satisfaction on Ivar's face, even if he also kind of looks like a puppy dog. He always tends to get that way with close physical contact. A murderous puppy, of course, but a puppy dog nonetheless.]

You have my thanks once again for helping me to figure this out.

[channellings]

[funny, how klaus first used his power to heal himself and now that he's got a handle on it, other people benefit far more than he does. not like he'd want it any other way, because that means he's avoiding situations where he could get injured.

with what he'd been ordered to do completed, he leans back a little quicker than necessary, hesitates at the sight of ivar's pleased expression, eyebrows knitting confusedly. no one this bloodthirsty should look adorable, that's just way too unfair, too disarming. an owlish blink or two then he raises a hand, sets it onto the younger man's shoulder and squeezes, their foreheads gently bumping when he nods with affirmation.]

Don't mention it. [also, like, in the literal sense? because he just fucking kissed ivar of all people—] But you're welcome, nevertheless.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar is good at vacillating between being psychotic, wanting to stab people, and covered in blood while also being able to turn cute, needy, and vulnerable at the same time. Feeling one way didn't necessarily negate the other. He had many sides and made for a complicated teen a lot of the time.

For a moment, he looks like he might snap Klaus' hand off and feed it to him, but then the look in his eyes softens up when their foreheads touch. It reminds him of home, the way his father, mentor, and brothers showed affection to him. Vikings didn't go much for hugging, but the headbutt of love was very much a thing.]

Perhaps you are not nearly so foolish as I once thought.

[That's as close to a compliment as he's likely to come close to.]

[channellings]

[perhaps he isn't covered in blood and shouting at people to come at him, it's still extraordinarily rude that ivar was able to throw him off more than once. (and just think, they've got however long ahead of them to plan for, too.)

oh god, this is it. you made the mistake of touching him and now— then ivar goes off and says something nice about him. or at least something complimentary in the words of the teenage viking who has threatened him multiple times. that, coupled with the softer expression he's wearing now, klaus can't help a somewhat rueful smile.]

Damn, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

[machinamentum]

She is that for that breathless second where his fingers go, squirming and whining petulantly against his lips for contact she's denied, one second is too long before he can feel him moving to align them. Lifting her hips eagerly to help the angle. Her eyes shutting tightly as she gasps with that finally. God finally, filled up and it's oh so good. Her fingers twisting tightly.

Easy to make up for where it's tricky for him to move, more than happy to make up the pace as she rocks steady. God they were going to have to figure out a way that she could get her legs around his waist, one of these days, which is just haphazardly pleasing in the same thoughts of again and more and God, God, God that tear out of her lips in a steadily louder moan. He feels so hot inside of her, and she feels feverish in return. Little against his chest, but pushes up equal in height that is worth it when it means she can put fingers in his hair and twist them tightly to tilt his face to hers. Panting raggedly against his lips, meeting his eyes directly, green and bright, half-mad and gleefully so.

"Come on, Ivar," the blood trickling down her skin, sticky and smeared. "I want to feel bruises tomorrow morning and know I fucked you." Leans in to brush her lips against his ear, scraping her teeth and biting sharply against his fingers. "Hurt me, and I promise I'll hurt you back."

[momsboy]

You Vikings got a pretty sweet deal when it comes to afterlife matters.

[ He makes a face at that living situation. Messy indeed. ]

Okay, when you put it like that...the worse I had to deal with was an angry raccoon and a mouthy tree teenager. We were lucky that the Benatar is a big ship, we already argued on a daily basis and that when we weren't all sleeping in the same room. Plus Drax snores like crazy.

[ No! not people's kneecaps! Although that sounds like something Gaige would do. ]

Good idea. Maybe you can make it even more personalized, like engraving her name on the handle or adding a few decorative beads.

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[Ivar smirks. It truly is, for the Viking teen doesn't hand out compliments lightly, let alone to people he thinks are idiots.]

Well, don't get used to it. I'm sure you will do something to irritate me soon enough.

[Still, Klaus had been three-for-three during this entire time with the mushroom, jewelry, and helping him discover his powers. Maybe there's hope for him and his one brain cell yet!]

[ragnarsson]

It is rather good, isn't it? Perhaps you shall join me there!

[They didn't believe in visiting other afterlives, so he wouldn't see anyone of a different faith after he went to Valhalla.]

I should like to see that at some time. You have such colorful companions if your lady warrior is any indication.

[He thinks on that for a moment, eyes glowing with pleasure at the idea of giving Gaige such a thoughtful gift.]

Now there's an idea. I'm a fair blacksmith at times. Mayhaps I'll make her a fancy one.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar has rarely had sex this good. Despite all his fumblings thus far, Gaige seems to know what to do so that the rhythm they've got going isn't lost at all. He can feel the two of them joined together now, their bodies entwined so close together. He clutches at her with something close to desperation, as if he's afraid this is a dream he's going to wake up from soon.

He rolls his hips in a way to keep things going and then listens for a moment to Gaige as she urges him to hurt her.

That's all the encouragement he needs really. He lifts his mouth from her lips over to the side of her neck, biting at the thin skin far too hard to be called a mere hickey. He wants to tear it, taste the blood beneath it. One of his hands is pressed tightly around her waist. He's sure that he's going to leave marks she'll remember him by.

[channellings]

[through a playful buzz of his lips, klaus laughs and pulls away, using the leverage he's got from being propped on the wheelchair to push back.]

That's true. Irritating people must be one of my other superpowers, honestly.

[which is likely the best streak he's ever going to have with ivar, for real, so maybe he shouldn't ruin it right away? maybe. (it'll be harder when he's sharing the braincell later down the road.)] In a completely off-topic manner: wow, your eyes are really blue.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar actually smiles at the compliment.]

Thank you. I got them from my father. He had the ice-color to his.

[What a shame there's no such thing as photography among the Vikings, for the similarities between Ragnar's eyes and Ivar's are quite astounding.]

All but one of my brothers ended up with blue eyes. [It was a common color among Norsemen.] But it was the gods that marked the whites of my eyes.

[They're a faint tinge of blue as well, a sign of his brittle bone syndrome, not that Ivar even knows what causes his bones to break so easily has an official name.]

[momsboy]

As cool as that could be, I'm afraid I'd get your Viking comrades and you mad at me after the first few centuries in the afterlife.[ If his relationship with Thor is any evidence, that's it. ] But I'm honoured that you are suggesting it.

Maybe more of them will come here. I'd like that too.

[ Clearly the way to a woman's heart is giving her bedazzled swords. ]

You can't never go wrong with nice weapons, I think.

[ragnarsson]

You think we would kick you out? [He laughs.] I have never heard of anyone being banished from Valhalla, but if ever there was one who could have that happen, it is definitely you.

[He nods in agreement.]

I think I shall give her one ingrained with some runes that shall help her in battle. Would you like me to make you anything while I am at it?

[channellings]

[woah, ivar almost looks... nice when he's smiling? it's a little disarming, klaus's gotta admit, but he can't help half-smiling back after he's settled cross-legged on the bed.] You're welcome. Makes sense that you'd get them from him.

[it is quite a shame because holy hell— except it's also good since klaus would've likely made an inappropriate comment and lord knows what kinda trouble he'd be in after that.]

Yeah, I was gonna say... the scleras are blue, too. [don't mind him, dipping forward and squinting ever-so-slightly. klaus doesn't know either or else he might've said something helpful about it rather than pointing out the obvious.] Asgard's or the gods back on your homeworld?