Ivar craves affection and that's what she offers him. Someone dangerous and violent like himself, who doesn't judge him for either his behavior or the fact he's a cripple. She doesn't even seem to care about the latter fact at all. The fact she's hot as hell, especially covered in blood as she is right now, only adds to the fact.
Ivar thinks for barely a moment if this is going to offend his gods. Well, it's a celebration of life that contrasts well with the deaths that had just occurred. He makes up his mind quickly. "If they don't like it, they can protest it later." Who can say what Honir's reaction is gonna be when he finds out what's going on? He might actually like it or at least be curious about the process.
He reaches out and slips his hands under the edges of the blood-drenched shirt she's wearing as a robe (Sorry, Rhys, you're not getting this one back.) and seeks to pull it over the top of her head. He notes for the first time as he finally really looks that one arm is not like the other.
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Date: 2019-09-22 02:06 am (UTC)Ivar thinks for barely a moment if this is going to offend his gods. Well, it's a celebration of life that contrasts well with the deaths that had just occurred. He makes up his mind quickly. "If they don't like it, they can protest it later." Who can say what Honir's reaction is gonna be when he finds out what's going on? He might actually like it or at least be curious about the process.
He reaches out and slips his hands under the edges of the blood-drenched shirt she's wearing as a robe (Sorry, Rhys, you're not getting this one back.) and seeks to pull it over the top of her head. He notes for the first time as he finally really looks that one arm is not like the other.