[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.
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Date: 2019-10-13 07:11 am (UTC)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.