[you know, he's genuinely proud of not letting ivar goad him. klaus'd pat himself on the back if he weren't so focused on watching how the viking turns away before he starts talking again.

and then leaning like he's got a secret to tell before totally faking klaus out and snatching the flask from between his legs. wow, uhm, okay? he could've asked rather than take it, considering where the thing had been sitting! but klaus gives an absentminded shrug, lips half-quirked once his alcohol goes right back where it'd been. no goddamn shame, man. none whatsoever.] Still gets you drunk pretty quick.

[aw, how sweet, he decided to trust klaus of all people with it. he's listening though, expression creased with thought.] Everybody's family is complicated in their own ways. [seriously, man, let him tell you about the nutso shit that goes on at his house— another time, perhaps.] Odin seems like an understanding fella in my opinion.